As if he had discovered a fun game, Wen Xu became addicted all of a sudden, holding a brush and splashing ink on the air wall.

The wall of air rolled up slightly, if it wasn't for its inability to make a sound, you must ask Wen Xu: Is it appropriate?

Is it appropriate for you to do that?

It's just too much.

How can there be such a thing.

Alas.

Fortunately, this guy still has a conscience and knows how to wipe it clean.

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With a few scribbles, a new landscape painting was painted, but there was something missing.

"It's time for some inscriptions." Wen Xu confidently picked up the pen and prepared to compose a poem, but ......

Poetry?

Excuse me.

She's not that material, she doesn't have any writing.

Wenzhu has a few pots.

"Lu is timid, Lu is timid." Wen Xu hurriedly used the cleaning technique to wipe off the only "ah" word she had just written.

But the thoughts of the inscription together, I can't bear it.

Pick up the pen and ink, in one go, I don't know, I think where the poet fairy has come.

Who knows, she's just drawing a ghost.

Where is the poem she wrote on the air wall, it is clearly just a mantra for cleansing techniques.

However, her ghost-like handwriting is uninhibited, and this incomprehensible handwriting has a bit of a "master" color.

After entertaining herself, Wen Xu didn't forget that she still had something to do.

She's about to start practicing cleansing!

She was going to scrub the wall of air, which she had blackened, clean, leaving no ink behind.

Lift your breath and get up.

Raise your hand and prepare.

"Oops!"

Wen Xu stumbled on his feet, "What's going on?" ”

It's like going down the stairs, and the feeling of stepping on the empty foot, this feeling of being empty is really uncomfortable.

Wen Xuben wanted to use the new skills she had learned.

As a result, before she could do anything, the ink on the wall dispersed like a cloud of smoke, and disappeared from Wen Xu's eyes.

“？？？”

"Gone?"

How so.

She hasn't done it yet, why did she disappear?

The air wall was cleaner, cleaner than the professional housekeeping team, clean as if the "landscape painting" on the wall she remembered was just her illusion.

A wall of soft air, slowly fluctuating.

After a while, to Wen Xu's surprise, the ink on the air wall reappeared.

Just as when the ink disappears, when the ink appears, it is like a cloud of black smoke.

It's just that unlike before, the black smoke before finally ended up dissipating, and at this moment, it is slowly converging into characters.

If the words of Wen Xu can barely be boasted of elegantly, then the characters in front of him can be described as dignified.

Wen Xu's heart was pounding.

This scene is very familiar.

She still remembered that one day when she was lying halfway up the hill in the middle of the space, the clouds in the sky had a similar situation as now.

At that time, the white clouds converged to form the "Induced Decision".

And the ...... that appears at this moment

What could it be?

About three minutes later, a line of poems appeared in front of Wen Xu.

"The yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years."

Wen Xu touched his chin, looked at this line of ancient poems that suddenly appeared, and thought.

Isn't this a story I learned in a textbook when I was a child, how can it appear on the air wall of the space?

No return, empty?

Wen Xu frowned, "Could this have something to do with the Cleansing Technique?" ”

When you think about it, it's really possible.

Because Wen Xu wrote on her "landscape painting", isn't it the original text of the cleansing technique.

However, no one can answer Wen Xu's question.

Three minutes later, Wen Xu noticed a breeze blowing, and the air wall seemed to be a subtitle projected by someone, slowly disappearing in front of Wen Xu's eyes.

Just like when "Induced Decision" appeared.

It appeared without warning, and it didn't intend to say hello when it vanished.

There were no notes, and no one came out to explain to Wen Xu, everything, can only wait for Wen Xu to understand it himself.

Wen Xu looked up at the clouds in the sky, and the sky in the space was extremely bright

As soon as the yellow crane is gone, the white clouds will be thousands of years......

What does it mean.

Wen Xu walked slowly along the ridgeline, thinking about the poem that had just appeared on the wall of the air.

The results can be imagined.

Fantasy is useless.

Wen Xu pondered on his own for half an hour, pondering loneliness, and nothing came out.

It is different from the exercises given by Master Hu.

The cleansing technique given by Master Hu is like a formula, what is the first step and what is the second step, which is clearly written.

That's it, Wen Xu was still in the space, and it took more than a week to initially master the basic cleaning technique.

Therefore, Wen Xu is in a good state of mind at this time, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't understand it at this time.

Normally, she wasn't in a hurry.

She is not herself, she is happy to accept herself.

"Hey!"

There is a pit on the road, and it is not good to go around, but you have to jump over.

If it was in the real world, Wen Xu was still carrying the burden of an adult, something too childish, she was not too embarrassed to do.

It's different in the space.

For example, seeing a puddle on the road and stepping on it is very boring and childish in the real world.

But this kind of thing is in space, so it doesn't matter.

Face or something, it's all floating clouds, naïve or not, it's not important, it's just happy.

Wen Xu didn't think about it, so he made a standing long jump and jumped over a dirt pit.

Ah, it's the feeling of flying.

Xu felt that it was not enough to be happy, and Wen Xu's eyes fell on the small ditch seven or eight meters ahead.

The small ditch was more than a meter wide, and she sprinted to run, and there were words in her mouth, "Yellow Crane go!" ”

Hey!

Jump, fly!

landing," ...... No return. ”

Wen Xu's feet had not yet been firmly stepped on, and her body had not yet stabilized, so she was already stunned in place.

She could only hear two birdsong sounds in her ears that were close to each other, and she covered her mouth and nose and opened her eyes with difficulty when she lifted the water to block the flying dust.

Boy!

Two red-crowned crane-looking birds flew up ten paces away from her, and everywhere they flew, there was wind and sand.

Is this a yellow crane?

It's not yellow.

Let's call it a crane.

The visibility around him was getting lower and lower, and Wen Xu only felt that he must have encountered a tornado.

Soon, a wall of wind covered with yellow sand was erected high around him, and Wen Xu could only hold himself pitifully and find a cover to hide himself.

The black and white cranes, in the yellow sand, can only occasionally see some shadows, perhaps because of the yellow sand, these two cranes, look a little vicissitudes, not so fairy.

With a thought, he flashed out of the space.

She was afraid that if it was a little late, she would be buried in the yellow sand.

But Wen Xu was really curious, in the real world, Wen Xu drank a glass of water, thought about it, found a mask, put on a hood, and Wen Xu dodged into the space again.

(End of chapter)