Ma Yuntian also looked strange, his brother usually wrapped his face in a black scarf, but whenever he came to the bamboo forest, he would take off the black scarf, looking at his puffing expression at this time, if he didn't know that no one in this drunken immortal building would be his opponent, otherwise, he would definitely think that the ghost hand was bullied by someone.

"It's nothing, it's just that the Black Demon Pavilion came to the thief and stole one of the Tianque Molan who treated my sister-in-law!" The ghost hand suppressed the anger in his heart and pretended to have nothing to do.

"You didn't lose anything else, did you?" Ma Yuntian asked with concern.

"No, it's just that a Tianque Molan was stolen." The ghost hand shook his head, but his heart was very angry. This Tianque Molan, but it took me a few years to bloom under the careful maintenance of my parents who served her parents better, but let people steal one flower.

It's not the heart dripping blood, in what!

And Ma Yuntian on the side heard that he hadn't lost anything else, his face softened, but then he became gloomy again. Of course, this change is not aimed at the ghost hand, but the defense of the Drunken Immortal Tower.

How could it be so bad, even the Black Demon Pavilion, which was not allowed to be entered by the living, was actually remembered by the thieves.

But...

The Black Demon Pavilion is located in the core of the Drunken Immortal Building, and he has not lost anything else, and this day Que Molan has never been humane to outsiders, only Yu Yang and Lan Qingsheng and Wan Jingguo of the Drunken Weng Court know, so...

Hehe, sure enough, the tiger is not powerful, when he is a sick cat!

Thinking like this, Ma Yuntian's fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, although he didn't see any expression, but the ruthlessness that was not revealed made Feng Caitian, who was listening on the side, secretly frightened.

"It's okay, aren't there two more, it should be enough!" Feeling the self-blame of the ghost hand and the desire to speak, Ma Yuntian hurriedly put away his thoughts and comforted him.

The ghost hand didn't speak, but just moved the pot of Tianque Molan in his hand outside the house, and then poured it a little more clearly, then turned around and returned to the bamboo house.

"You want paper and pen!" After packing up, the ghost hand did not delay any longer, and handed her all the things that Feng Caitian needed.

Feng Caitian took the paper, pen and ink, and began to write hard......

A sheet...

Two...

Three...

……

Although it is a brush, but Feng Caitian is also a very fast learner, the so-called practice makes perfect, so the more to the back, the faster the speed of writing, although the font is not vigorous, but there is also a shape, plus her comprehension ability is super strong, and soon mastered the natural law of the use of the brush, naturally the faster you write, the more you write, the smoother you write, after writing one, you will hand the various materials to Ma Yuntian, and continue to write a one.

Ma Yuntian stood aside, Feng Caitian was writing, he quietly looked at the paper full of various materials in his hand, at first he didn't feel anything, but the more he got to the back, the more surprised his expression became.

Because I just started to read the words written by Feng Caitian, I was obviously a beginner, but gradually, the more I looked, Ma Yuntian found that her words became more and more rounded, and the fonts became more and more beautiful and natural.

However, Ma Yuntian was only shocked for a while, but later, he paid more attention to the medicinal materials and materials written on the paper.