Spring is just right.

In the square in front of the main hall, there is a Taoist named Xu Xing

In front of Xu Xing, there were five blank paper symbols.

His fingers ran over the paper notes one after the other.

On the paper symbols, strangely shaped lines appear.

Xu Xing withdrew his hand, his lips slightly opened.

I saw that the paper talisman began to emit light, turning into five clusters of light.

After a few moments, the light dissipated.

Colorful butterflies burst out of their shells and fly forward.

There sat a melancholy teenager.

They seemed to be attracted to the boy, and surrounded him, flapping their dazzling wings and flying to their heart's content.

Ye Li looked at these unique butterflies and asked Xu Xing, "Are these butterflies all made of spiritual energy?" ”

"Yes." Xu Xing explained, "This is the so-called spirit control technique, which injects spiritual energy into the medium and casts the corresponding spells, and you can obtain a spirit body that can be driven. ”

"Of course, these spirits will also disappear as the aura in the medium is depleted. Therefore, if you want to create a high-quality spirit body, you need a container that can store a large amount of spiritual energy, as well as strong spiritual power. ”

The butterfly dissipated in front of Ye Li's eyes, turning into sporadic points of light.

There isn't much spiritual power that the paper runes can withstand.

"You can try this spell if you have the chance. I'll teach you the basics."

Xu Xing looked at Ye Li and slowly recited the formula.

The aura flowed with his voice, but the vessel was not found, and the aura quickly dissipated.

"Remember? Do you want me to repeat it again? Xu Xing asked.

"Remembered, remembered." Ye Li immediately nodded and replied.

His mind didn't seem to be in class.

"You kid, you want to run and be lazy again?" Xu Xing said angrily, "Let me go to the Scripture Pavilion today, don't want to run around." ”

Ye Li couldn't help but show a sad expression.

Under Xu Xing's gaze, he walked slowly in the direction of the Scripture Pavilion.

Looking at Ye Li's back, Xu Xing's heart was full of emotion.

He felt the change in Ye Li's body.

From that day on.

Of course, the fact that Ye Li really stepped into the psychic realm shocked him again.

But with Ye Li's talent, such a problem really can't hinder him.

This matter did not carry much weight in Xu Xing's heart, he was more concerned about another matter.

How can I say it, Ye Li seems to have become, more like a real teenager?

Maybe that's not a bad thing.

He was in a somewhat cheerful mood.

Inside the Pavilion of the Scriptures.

Ye Li sat next to the bookshelf and looked down at the book in his hand.

The pages of this book are a little yellowed and look a little old.

He yawned.

The content of the book is too boring, full of trivial spiritual matters, and there is nothing worth learning.

This is already the fourth book he has flipped through.

He turned his head to see that there were not many books left on the bookshelf behind him.

said that he wanted me to see some insights about the psychic realm, but I didn't expect that I could see it, and there was only the so-called perception.

Ye Li sighed.

It can be seen from the scale of the building of the Scripture Pavilion that the number of books collected here must be extremely rich.

But these books, with the departure of those people, are no longer displayed here.

I don't know what Xu Xing thinks in the process of the decline of the sect.

Ye Li's mood was a little depressed.

With this book in my hand, no matter how long I read it, I'm afraid I won't gain anything.

Ye Li thought so.

It's just that if you go back like this, you will definitely be blamed by the master tomorrow.

How can this be? Ye Li was a little drowsy.

That's when he had a new idea.

The mantra that Xu Xing taught him before was still deeply imprinted in his mind.

He whispered the mantra, his fingers touching the pages of the book, channelling the aura into the book.

The words in the book began to flow, floating up from the pages.

The words fluttered in the air, radiating light, like a moving spirit.

Ye Li turned to the next page and continued the same operation.

There are more and more words in the air, they flutter, they approach each other, blend.

Ye Li's finger stopped on the last page.

Only the pale yellow pages remain in the book, and the contents of the past are missing.

He looked up.

Before he knew it, thousands of words had converged into a peculiar picture, unfolding before his eyes.