Luo Qingyin put it away casually, since it was useless, it was not bad to pick up the auction and make a small profit.

The second jade box is a rune scroll.

Doesn't work at the moment.

However, if you have time in the future, you can learn runes.

The third jade box......

Luo Qingyin picked up the black scroll inside, but there was no sign in it, she had a little more expectation in her heart, and slowly spread out the scroll.

The black scroll, with nothing on it, only golden points of light scattered and dotted, at first glance, looked like a canopy in the night, full of stars.

Luo Qingyin looked at the scroll back and forth three times, but found nothing else.

"What the hell is this......?"

It is obviously not a mortal thing to let the hermit monk put it in a jade box, but she just can't understand it.

The ink monkey peeked out of her arms with her little head, her round eyes swept over the scroll, scratched her butt and said, "Maybe it's ...... A map. ”

Luo Qingyin raised his forehead.

What exactly does it look like a map?

The ink monkey was rare and serious, his eyes condensed on the light points that seemed to have no regularity, and connected the light points to form a pattern, and finally extended along the lines to the upper right corner.

The points of light there are particularly concentrated, and after looking at them for a long time, the points of light seem to form a raging flame.

The ink monkey jumped up excitedly: "It must be a divine fire, one hundred percent!" Stupid woman, you're hairy, squeak! ”

Luo Qingyin glanced at it: "Where did you see that it was a divine fire?" ”

The ink monkey didn't explain, jumping up and down, rolling on the ground with excitement, the divine fire is the most powerful and unique fire in the Cangyun Continent, as long as anything is stained, it will burn into nothingness.

It's terrifying to think about.

But that's fun, isn't it?

The ink monkey thought to himself, and then he could see her rolling on the ground in pain.

Although the map looks a little broken, it happens to be the most important piece of the Divine Fire's location, and finding the Divine Fire is just around the corner!

Luo Qingyin couldn't help but shake his head when he saw that his eyes were straight and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Even if it is a different fire, it is already a very rare existence between heaven and earth, not to mention the unique divine fire between heaven and earth.

Besides, with her current ability, it's too early.

Putting the scroll into the ring, Luo Qingyin reached out and picked up the ink monkey, turned around and walked towards the Golden Leaf Buddha Lotus.

After being promoted, the Xuan Qi in her body was much richer, and all the formations were gone, so she easily moved the pool into the Three Saints and Three Demon Tripods along with the Golden Leaf Buddha Lotus.

It's just that the climate formation has also been absorbed by her, and it is impossible to include the Three Saints and Three Demon Ding.

The ink monkey knew that the opportunity had come, and excitedly recommended himself: "Without the corresponding climate, the spirit grass will die soon, so it is better to let the master brew monkey wine, squeak." ”

Luo Qingyin hooked up a touch of arc, with a three-point smile and a seven-point mockery: "Winemaking is fake, stealing food is real, right?" ”

The ink monkey covered his face weakly: "Ye only eats half of it, squeak." ”

Luo Qingyin stared at it and said, "No, at most one-third, do you like to eat or not!" ”

The ink monkey was pleasantly surprised: "Ye swears, Ye will not eat more, let Ye in." ”

Luo Qingyin reached out and grabbed the back of its neck, "Not now, you go back and discuss the recipe with Xiaoxue first." ”

Ink Monkey: "......"

The master is getting more and more sophisticated, what should I do?

The torrential rain of the night comes and goes in a hurry.

When Luo Qingyin walked out of the cave, the sky was already light, and the fresh breath after the rain came to his face, and the large rainwater slid down from the tips of the leaves like pearls, smashing on the ground with a clear sound.

Mao Dun Literature