Xu Mu hid in the shadows and watched Xu Tiantian close the stall and leave.

This time, he didn't follow those trivial low-level cultivators anymore, but his body was blurred, and he stared at Xu Tiantian every day.

At the beginning, there was nothing abnormal, Xu Tiantian was either treating diseases and saving people, or cultivating in Suxin Palace, and occasionally traveled out, similar to an ordinary monk.

After staring at it for more than two or three months, seeing that Feng Luan's Jindan celebration banquet was about to start, if it weren't for Xu Tiantian being his daughter, I'm afraid he would have been unable to bear it a long time ago, and he would have gone directly to the soul search technique.

Fortunately, the emperor lived up to his wishes, and finally had an eyebrow.

On this day, as usual, after Xu Tiantian saw the last patient, the sky had completely darkened, and she flew towards Suxin Palace with a magic weapon.

On the dark sea, the moonlight casts a silver glow, forming a sparkling reflection.

Xu Tiantian, who is dressed in plain clothes, is like a fairy flying out of the sky.

A wisp of green smoke, silently following her, entered the formation of Suxin Palace.

Xu Tiantian finished washing up as before, sat on the futon and meditated and cultivated, and when she reached her realm, unless she had special needs, she was no longer willing to sleep to restore her energy.

I don't know how long I have been cultivating, Xu Tiantian suddenly opened his eyes, then got up and took the incense candle, and sat down with his eyes closed in front of a portrait, there was no aura fluctuation around, and it seemed like it was just simple meditation.

Hanging on the wall is a sketch of a woman, with soft lines and elegant elegance.

It's none other than Xu Tiantian himself.

This sketch seems to be given by Xu Tiantian's admiration, Xu Tiantian is extraordinary, and his appearance is not bad, it is normal to have admiration, and there is more than one.

The portrait in front of him Xu Mu had seen, or all the things that Xu Tian Tian lived, Xu Mu had checked more than once with his divine thoughts, and there was nothing abnormal at all.

That's what makes him feel weird.

Those patients enshrined the portrait of Xu Tiantian with the idea of gratitude, and reluctantly said the past.

Xu Tiantian's own meditation on his own portrait is too strange.

Even if you have a narcissistic problem, you should find a mirror, not a portrait given by someone else.

Does she like the kid who talks?

The old father's heart skipped a beat.

But it shouldn't!

He is not a pedantic person, and he pays attention to what kind of views prevent his children from falling in love.

If Xu Tiantian really likes it, just tell him, even Mo Wuxin won't care too much about this kind of thing, after all, Xu Tiantian is no longer a child.

But if he didn't like it, why did he meditate on this ordinary painting?

Xu Mu had doubts in his heart, but he didn't show up immediately.

Xu Tiantian didn't want him to know, it was useless for him to ask, unless he used the method of soul searching, but in this way, it would not only hurt the achigo of the father and daughter, but also damage the soul.

That's why he didn't use it for a long time.

As for the method of confusing and seizing souls, let's not talk about whether it has any effect or not, and even if it is, the consequences are not much different.

The most ideal way is to solve it unconsciously in Xu Tiantian.

Xu Tiantian didn't meditate for too long, about the time of a stick of incense, and then returned to the bed, and lay down directly to rest.

Looking at Xu Tiantian, who was asleep, Xu Mu was even more puzzled in his heart.

The next day, Xu Tiantian washed up his normal aura, and then went to the city to help people see a doctor.

This time, Xu Mu did not catch up, but appeared in Xu Tiantian's room and stood in front of the portrait.

The incense candle in front of the portrait has been put away, the painting looks ordinary, and the whole room is ordinary, except for being a little more delicate than mortals, there is nothing abnormal.

In addition to liking to help people see doctors, Xu Tiantian has an impeccable personality, and his life is also very frugal.

Xu Mu stretched out his hand, and the painting automatically rolled into a scroll and flew into the palm of his hand.

Divine thoughts penetrated into it, and the slightest inspection still found nothing.

Xu Mu opened the scroll again, the ink on it is just ordinary spiritual ink, in addition to being perennial without fading, there is no supernatural place, the paper is a little better, it is made of third-order spiritual grass kneading, not only can it survive for thousands of years without decay, but also has a faint fragrance, which can clear the heart and concentrate to assist in cultivation.

As for the wooden shaft used to support it, it is a fourth-order fruit wood called pineapple wood, which only has the characteristics of anti-corrosion and bright color, and its value is not as good as that of third-order painting paper.

The whole painting, regardless of the artistic value of the portrait, is worth twenty or thirty lower-grade spirit stones if you only calculate the materials.

This spirit stone is not worth mentioning for any foundation building monk, which is also in line with Xu Tiantian's consistent frugal style.

After checking more than a dozen times, Xu Mu still didn't find anything abnormal.

"You can't really use it as a meditation object, do you?"

He held the portrait and stood there frowning and thinking, his eyes unconsciously looking at the wall where the painting was hung.

Divine thoughts penetrated into it, and it was found that the material of the wall was ordinary bluestone, and there was no inscription formation in it, nor did there be any abnormal fluctuations.

This house has existed since the beginning of the establishment of Suxin Palace, because of the protection of the external formation, there has not been much wear and tear for eight hundred years, and the overall structure, only the part of the roof has been simply repaired.

Xu Mu didn't think there was a problem with the house, so everything had to return to the portrait.

The person who painted the painting has already sent someone to investigate, he is the son of a small family in Suxin Palace, he is a disciple of Suxin Palace, his cultivation is in the early stage of foundation building, and an aunt is in the late stage of foundation building, and Mo Wuxin is the same generation, and it is also where he dares to pursue Xu Tiantian's confidence.

After a simple investigation, no problems were found, and Xu Mu had already asked Mo Wuxin to arrange someone to conduct an in-depth investigation, but he would not be able to produce results for a while.

"By the way, she seems to have put incense candles, will there be anything related to this!"

Xu Mu carefully recalled all of Xu Tiantian's actions and found that the appearance of the two incense candles seemed a little unreasonable.

Immortal cultivators do not believe in heaven or earth, let alone worship God and Buddha, except when they worship their ancestors, they do not use incense and candles at all.

Considering the actions of those patients, Xu Mu felt that there must be something wrong here.

He re-hung the portrait on the wall, and then used his mana to make two incense sticks on the spot, lit them, and placed them on either side of the portrait.

After waiting for a while, the portrait was still as calm as ever, without any abnormalities.

This really gave Xu Mu a headache.

"Is it really that I'm overthinking? No problems every day? ”

The thought flashed in his mind, and then he sat cross-legged in front of the portrait, his eyes slightly closed, and did the same thing as Xu Tiantian at night.

Waited until the two incense candles burned out, and there was still no abnormality.

"It seems that I really think too much, if there is really any problem, it is impossible not to show it on my body every day!"

Xu Tiantian's character and behavior have been maintained for decades, if he is really bewitched by something, it is impossible for him to have no residue in his body.

Just as Xu Mu cleared the smell from the room and was about to leave, he couldn't help but glance back at the portrait.

"Did I forget anything?"

(End of chapter)