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There was a little bright light in the room.

Fang Sheng was concentrating at the table to study the crumbling patterns on the polar glacier.

This polar glacier is a scroll type in the talisman, which is naturally much more advanced than the primary thunder light talisman. Whether it is the rune paper used in the scroll itself, or the demon ink on it, or even the smooth rune pen, I don't know how many times it is better.

The amount of information contained in it alone, even if it was two hundred thunder light talismans combined, it was beyond the reach of dust.

At the beginning, he used a full two hundred talismans to deal with thousands of bloodthirsty bees, and now, one polar glacier is enough.

However, even so, compared to the amount of information contained in the level 95 identification technique, the polar glacier is still too far behind.

Identification is like a fusion of a bunch of detection and diagnostic instruments, and as the level of identification increases, more and more instruments are fused into it, and they become more and more sophisticated. The amount of information to be involved in it is naturally becoming more and more complicated.

Even if it is just an item, with the improvement of identification technology, the size, quality, texture, age, damage, perfection, user, and maker ...... As long as it is all the information that belongs to this item, it will be at a glance.

This is true of things, and so is nature.

When the appraisal technique is practiced to a high place, it is the thing that is the best of the week, and the thing of the extreme week.

"It's a pity ......"

Fang Sheng sighed lightly.

If he is a member of the Twelve Ming Li Palaces, or has practiced the exercises in them, his understanding will naturally be very different.

This Polar Ice River looks like a rune scroll, but it is actually a soul technique.

Even, all the runes and seals are essentially a kind of soul technique.

Of course, this kind of thing is not something that can be made by just someone who understands soul techniques.

To make this kind of thing, in addition to having a very thorough understanding of the Gongfa Soul Technique itself, it is also necessary to have a deep understanding and attainment of the Fu Dao. This requires a person to have both extremely high cultivation talent and rune talent.

There is no one in ten thousand such people.

And the maker of this polar glacier must also be a strong man who is proficient in runes in the Twelve Ming Li Palace.

The night outside the house was silent, the autumn breeze was gentle, Fang Sheng not only did not close the window, but even the door of the house did not close.

Liu was in the house lightly, and as soon as the door was closed, there were melon fields and plums, lonely men and widows.

Although he is not a person who cares about other people's opinions, Liu Qingqing is a loving disciple after all, and he, the uncle, should have a little scruples. After all, this is not the free world of the past, and it is really not good for Liu Qingqing to spread it.

Fang Sheng turned around and glanced at Liu Qingqing, who was already asleep on the bed.

The reason why Ji Hai didn't even settle Liu Qingqing's residence and put her here with him, he probably could understand it.

In Ji Hai's heart, he and Liu were afraid that they had reached the point of dry firewood and ignoring Lang Lang. Second, his current strength is limited after all, and with such a master by his side, Ji Hai is also relieved.

Remembering that he still had to write a lot of talismans all night to prepare for the trip to the Dryad Sea, Fang Sheng leaned over to the bedside.

Then he stretched out his hand and untied the curtain beside the bed.

It's just that as soon as he leaned over, Liu Qingqing, who had originally closed his eyes, suddenly had a bright face, and the whole person turned inward to avoid it directly, and then said quietly: "Uncle Shi, my nephew is not the kind of casual person." ”

Fang Sheng was completely stunned, and for a moment his heart felt as if he had suffered 10,000 critical damage.

Originally, he was just worried that the light in the room was too bright, and Liu was afraid that he would not sleep well, so he put down the curtain to block the light for Liu and block the wind and cold in the autumn night. In this way, he can also write talismans and seals all night with peace of mind to improve himself.

Unexpectedly, Liu Qing didn't sleep at all.

Fang Sheng couldn't laugh or cry.

He was kind-hearted, but he became a pervert and a casual person, so he had to smile helplessly and said, "Isn't your Liu family not far from the west of the city, you miss your mother so much, should you go back......?"

Yiliu was gently crazy and followed him, just afraid that he would move the name of Xingfang out at every turn.

He obviously didn't want Liu to stay by his side too much.

"Hmph, I don't want to go back and see that guy!"

Liu leaned in again as she spoke softly, let out half of the bed, pulled the thin blanket casually, and covered herself with her head.

The corners of Fang Sheng's mouth were helpless, he casually put down the curtain and turned around and walked towards the table.

Obviously, Liu Qingqing's previous so-called homesickness and homesickness are probably not true.

Subsequently, he threw a forensic technique at himself.

"Fang Sheng, Identification Technique Level 8 0.00%, Triple Life Pattern Awakening, Quadruple Life Pattern Condensation 6%, Slightly Uninterrupted Spirit......"

"The spirit is fine, it seems that there should not be much problem in writing a night's sigil. ”

Fang Sheng thought secretly, and quickly immersed himself in writing talismans.

He must travel to the Dryad Sea as soon as possible to improve his strength.

With the reference and comprehension of the polar glacier, he naturally has a little more understanding and proficiency in writing.

The stars sink and the moon disappears, the sun rises in the east, and before you know it, it is already morning.

When Fang Sheng woke up, he was leaning back in his chair, and he didn't know when he had a thin blanket on his body.

"I didn't expect to fall asleep. ”

Fang Sheng sighed lightly.

Soon he found that instead of the sleepiness that he had just woken up, he was in good spirits, and after a little thought, he understood. Just as he was asleep, Liu gently cast the Great Auspicious Heavenly Maiden Pushan Mantra on him, or other more advanced spells.

As soon as he turned around, he looked back again, the bed was neat, and Liu Qingqing was long gone.

Then, when he turned around, he suddenly noticed that there was a new scroll on the table. There is no name on the book, and the handwriting inside is clear and beautiful, full of some of the most basic boxing descriptions, general outlines, and cultivation methods.

"I can't believe that this girl remembers. ”

Fang Sheng smiled slightly and flipped through it casually. I couldn't help but think of it again, when he was in Tuoluo Mountain before, he had a thick skin and asked Liu Qing to practice boxing and soul skills for him, but Liu Qing directly refused with an excuse of missing his mother and homesick.

It's just that the more he rolls back, the more weird he feels.

There was an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart, as if he had seen something inside.

What Liu Qingqing wrote on it was obviously the general outline of the boxing method of the Great Sumeru Temple, and it was impossible for outsiders to come into contact with this kind of hidden sect. And he has only been in this world for less than a month, so it is naturally even more impossible to come into contact with it.

And before he came to this world, he had never taken on such a thing as boxing.

In a sense, he should know nothing about boxing.

However, to his surprise, these general outlines of boxing techniques in the book always gave him some sense of déjà vu.

It's like he's ever studied.

Could it be?

Fang Sheng frowned, thinking intently in his heart, and suddenly, a light seemed to flash in his heart.

Could it be the information brought by the Identification of the Boundary Divine Bead?

Thinking of this, Fang Sheng had an inexplicable epiphany in his heart.

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps outside the house, and Ji Fu had already run in.

Seeing Ji Hai's sad face, full of anxiety, Fang Sheng had already guessed that it must be the Xin family who came to the door. Although the Xin family didn't dare to provoke a person like him, they wanted to provoke Haohanlou, but they were afraid that they would still provoke it.