The white paper fell to the ground, and the ground was full of white paper, and there was no completed soul array.

Of course, this was not the reason why Yan Wuxin felt discouraged, the real reason was that he had forgotten, and the soul array in his mind that he needed to remember was slowly being forgotten by himself.

If you even forget the soul array, what will you portray it?

The wind is in your ears, and the rain is blowing in your face.

"Gather the aura of heaven and earth as a sword. ”

"That's right, that's right, gather heaven and earth aura, what's behind?" Picking up the white paper in his hand, the soul silk appeared on his fingertips again, but he only began to depict, and his mind seemed to be as blank as a blank piece of white paper, the soul silk dispersed, and the soul array failed.

"No, no, there should be more later, don't worry, don't worry. ”

In an anxious mood, Yan Wuxin's mind was even more blank, the oncoming rain on his face calmed him down a lot, he picked up a blank piece of paper again, and the soul silk appeared again, the candle flame in the wooden house had been blown out by the cold wind entering the house, and in the slightly dark room, the faint light on the soul silk appeared bright.

The soul power flows, and the light on the soul silk is brighter.

Begin to portray the soul array again.

"The mystery of the soul array lies in the word 'gathering', but how to ......"

It's much better than just now, and the fingertip soul thread didn't stop, "Then, then what? Yes, how should it be gathered, the key is to gather words, how to gather?"

Thinking of this, the pattern of the soul array in his mind was blurred a lot, the soul filament moved slightly, it was wrong, the bright light left by the soul filament on the paper faded, and the soul array failed again.

"There's nothing to do, there's nothing to do, the soul array is already difficult, it's difficult. ”

Yan Wuxin muttered.

The dark wind and rain blew into the cold window, no one outside the house, no sound inside the house, and everything seemed extraordinarily silent.

The window that was blown open by the wind, Yan Wuxin didn't get up and closed it, and kept sitting on the ground, from the increasingly dim soul silk between his fingers, it could be seen that the soul power in his body was not much left, and through the dim light on the soul silk, he could see the gradually godless gaze in Yan Wuxin's eyes.

"Squeak. ”

There was a bang, and the door was pushed open.

The person who came was light, and it could be seen that he was very careful, or that he did not want to disturb the people in the house.

"Wuxin, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Yan Wuxin sitting on the ground, someone came to Yan Wuxin quickly and said worriedly.

Hearing his name, Yan Wuxin raised his head, his eyes blank.

Xiushou slowly came to Yan Wuxin's face, carefully wiped the rain off his face for him, Xiushou was gentle, and the person who came was none other than Ye Chengcheng.

Feeling the warmth on his face, Yan Wuxin's eyes were hot, and tears slid down his cheeks, blending into the rain and dripping.

As far as Ye Tingcheng is concerned, she naturally felt the warm rain at her fingertips, and she couldn't help but wipe her fingers, the autumn rain is cold, the night rain is cold, the autumn night drizzle is like ice, and the warm water at her fingertips will naturally not be rain.

It's tears.

It was Yan Wuxin's tears.

Looking at the white paper scattered on the ground, there were some traces left on the white paper, the traces were not anything else, it was the unfinished soul array, Ye Qingcheng looked at Yan Wuxin's distracted face, and couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart, he didn't make a sound, but picked up the white paper on the ground, one by one.

Most of the white paper has been wet by the rain outside the window, and looking at Ye Tingcheng's movements, Yan Wuxin's eyes are still godless, his expression seems a little numb, he picked up all the white papers, sorted them together, and held a lot of white papers in his hand, Ye Tingcheng came to Yan Wuxin's body, and unceremoniously knocked on Yan Wuxin's head with the white paper in his hand, it didn't hurt, but it attracted Yan Wuxin's gaze, looking at Yan Wuxin's distracted gaze, Ye Tingcheng smiled, in the dark night, the smile was naturally not charming, and after laughing, Ye Tingcheng put the white paper in front of Yan Wuxin's eyes, and asked out loud: "Did you say there was any white paper in there that hadn't been wet from the rain?"

Without thinking much about it, Yan Wuxin nodded subconsciously.

Looking at Yan Wuxin, who was still numb, Ye Tingcheng took Yan Wuxin's hand, and the warmth from Xiu's hand made Yan Wuxin's heart tremble, and he subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but was tightly grasped by Ye Tingcheng, and just like that, the two walked out of the house and came to the wind and rain.

Autumn night rain, icy cold.

And this cold to the bone, in the rain, the two of them were drenched after a while.

And Ye Tingcheng took out the white paper that was still in his hand, his voice did not change, his tone did not change, and he continued to ask: "Do you say that there is any white paper in here that has not been wet by the rain?"

Without waiting for Yan Wuxin to answer, Ye Tingcheng flipped over the white paper in his hand again, and the rain dripped down the hair of the two and flowed down the cheeks of the two, while Ye Tingcheng just took the white paper in his hand and looked at Yan Wuxin quietly.

Yan Wuxin shook his head.

"Really?" Ye Tingcheng asked, with a hint of cunning in his words.

After being drenched in the rain, Yan Wuxin was a lot more sober, and the wooden expression on his face was no longer there, but when he saw Ye Tingcheng, the sense of distraction in his eyes was even stronger, and when he heard Ye Tingcheng's inquiry, Yan Wuxin replied with a wry smile: "How can there be?"

Ye Qingcheng nodded, and took Yan Wuxin back to the wooden house, and the hands of the two were clasped tightly, and they never separated.

Yu didn't drench it again, but the two of them were still dripping all the time.

The green clothes on Ye Tingcheng's body are close to each other, highlighting his figure, but this style is destined to be buried in the dark night.

Picking up the white paper in his hand, Ye Tingcheng pulled out the middle one, and the wet ones on both sides were still on the side, and the middle ones were then pulled out again.

Under the gaze of the two, a white paper with no water at all appeared in the eyes of the two, Ye Tingcheng wiped the water in his hand, took out the white paper, looked at Yan Wuxin, and asked loudly: "Then what is this?"

Yan Wuxin was stunned, he didn't expect to be drenched in the rain like this, and there was still unwet white paper in it, but even if there was white paper, what about it? With a puzzled look, Yan Wuxin looked at Ye Tingcheng.

Yan Wuxin's eyes were a lot less distracted at this time, and more doubtful, and Ye Qingcheng smiled again, habitually stretched out his hand, pinched Yan Wuxin's cheek, and said loudly: "The white paper is not wet, your heart is already wet." ”

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On the same autumn night, the candles in the room flickered.

Looking at the flickering candle flame, the charming young woman couldn't help but flick her fingers, and the candle flame was finally extinguished.

"It's better to extinguish than to sway. The charming young woman couldn't help but say aloud.

The flickering candle flame went out, and the room became a little dark, and a hoarse voice sounded in the room, "How do you know that the elders of the Lu Dao will agree to hand over Ye Qingcheng instead of that kid?"

In this dark room, such a hoarse voice made people shudder, but the charming young woman was not surprised, and when she heard the question in the words, she asked rhetorically: "Then why do you think that the elders will hand over Yan Wuxin instead of Ye Chengcheng?"

"Ye Chengcheng is our Ye family after all. The hoarse voice sounded again, and there was no trace of emotion in the voice.

The charming young woman looked at the rain outside the window, and couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust in her heart, her fingers moved slightly, the window was closed by the young woman, and the room was even darker, and then the young woman said loudly: "Yes, if Ye Chengcheng is my Ye family, even if Yan Wuxin has great potential, the Ye family may hand it over mercilessly, after all, the bell must be tied to the bell person, and the matter of the year also needs to be solved by the people of the year." ”

"Why?"

"I'm talking about ifs. The charming young woman slowly raised her head, her lips lightly opened, and replied.

"You mean that Ye Qingcheng is not from my Ye family. With a hint of surprise, a hoarse voice sounded again.

The young woman nodded, not at all feeling how much of a secret the news in her mouth was to the Ye family, in the dark, the charming young woman listened to the sound of the rain falling outside the window, and many memories couldn't help but appear in her mind, including she who likes to wear green clothes, she who likes to rain, thinking of this, the young woman felt that this rainy night was even more boring, and lit the candle, and the house became bright again, and looking at the candle flame that had not flickered, the charming young woman slowly said: "She picked it up." ”

She can refer to many people, but there is only one person in the young woman's mouth.

The young woman did not go on after mentioning this, and no wind blew into the wooden house again, but the candle flame still flickered, and looking at the candle flame, the young woman could not help but think of herself, as fluttering as the candle flame, swaying like the candle flame, and afraid of the rain as the candle flame.

Closing her eyes, the young woman waved her hand, and the dark shadow in the room slowly receded, and the room was quiet, and the young woman sighed, and suddenly felt that she was tired.

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After handing over the blank paper in his hand, Ye Tingcheng left.

And looking at the unwet white paper on the table, Yan Wuxin couldn't help but think of what Ye Tingcheng said before, "The white paper is not wet, your heart is already wet." ”

Picking up this blank paper, Yan Wuxin said loudly: "It seems that among the many blank papers, only you can use it." ”

When the words fell, Yan Wuxin was stunned.

"The white paper is not wet, it is possible to depict the soul array on it, and those white papers that have been wet do not need to be considered. ”

Yan Wuxin thought so in his heart, and the soul array that was originally vague in his mind now became clear, like the unwet white paper slowly revealed.

And another soul array couldn't help but come to mind, the soul array was the first soul array that Yan Wuxin had learned.

"Hidden Spirit. ”

The soul array changed, and the lines of the hidden spirit continued to intersect, and there was some confusion in his mind, and the lines of the transformation and interlacing slowly stopped.

A new soul array appeared in Yan Wuxin's mind.

"Soul Array: Spirit Sword. ”

"What's going on?" Yan Wuxin was stunned.

And a sentence that he thought was nonsense was remembered by Yan Wuxin again.

"The so-called hidden spirit is the soul stone that can reduce the consumption of the puppet, of course, this is only one aspect, the other aspects, you can think for yourself. ”

"Could it be that the soul array can also be hidden in it?"

With a little surprise and a little excitement, Yan Wuxin muttered a little incredulously.

The young man's voice in the night rain was instantly drowned in the sound of the rain, but like that blank piece of paper, the young man's heart was not wet.