I looked, but I didn't see anything else. Song Xiaoxiao took off the small stone bracelet on his wrist.

In his hand, the color of the small stone has not faded for a long time, and it is still red and unusually eye-catching.

Song Xiao's mind changed, and when he stopped cultivating, the problem of burning in his chest had stopped and returned to normal.

Song Xiaoxiao sat cross-legged again, held the small stone in the palm of his hand, and began to close his eyes and practice.

After a while, Song Xiaoxiao felt the temperature in his chest slowly rise, until Song Xiaoxiao felt a burning pain.

I was going to take the small stone to find Dugu Mo and solve my doubts.

Looking up, it was late at night, presumably Dugu Mo had already rested, and it was not too late to go again tomorrow.

Song Xiaoxiao began to ponder by herself.

Every time there was a painful burning sensation, Song Xiaoxiao stopped cultivating and stood at the window looking at the bright moon and meditating.

After touching the pain thirteen times, Song Xiaoxiao suddenly felt as if a mouth had opened somewhere in his body, and all his troubles poured out.

Song Xiaoxiao, who was thinking hard, found that this had something to do with the small stone and the place he was in.

In the midst of repeated cycle cultivation and pain, he soon reached the white belly of the fish in the east.

After Song Xiaoxiao washed, put the bracelet back on his wrist, and went out of the house to a place with water to confirm his conjecture.

When Song Xiaoxiao arrived, he clearly felt that the overwhelming fine water element was infiltrating his body, just with a finger from his opponent, a stream of water roared up, following the direction of Song Xiaoxiao's finger.

With a soft drink, the water flowed down the river as if it were spiritual, and flowed into the water.

Today's Song Xiaoxiao feels that water seems to have become a part of his body, and he can understand his mind and mood.

This kind of progress was something that Song Xiaoxiao had never thought of, Song Xiaoxiao took a hundred steps back, and his mind changed.

Standing a hundred steps away, silently reciting, there were slight water droplets forming a streamline, stepping over a hundred steps to her face, flowing non-stop.

Under Song's little trick, they then returned.

It's a big step forward, and it's still controllable from a hundred steps away.

Song Xiaoxiao, who was thinking about it, thought of another idea, the water droplets on the leaves, the dew drops in the morning, as long as there is water, can they be used by her?

Song Xiaoxiao has always been a practitioner, and after thinking about it, he began to implement it.

Song Xiaoxiao left this water and went to a place where the leaves and grass were luxuriant, but this environment was a problem, and there would be a trace of water on the leaves.

Song Xiaoxiao stood a meter away, recited a sentence silently according to his own thoughts, and then played a trick, and after a while, he saw that the water on the leaves was slowly gathered together, rising into the air, gathering into a line flow, and slowly moving towards Song Xiaoxiao's direction.

Although the pace is a little slow, it still stops every day.

Looking at this situation, Song Xiaoxiao knew that it was because he was not proficient in control and lacked the number of actual battles that he would let the water flow move forward slowly.

If you want to control their speed and direction as you like, as well as the strength of the impact, Song Xiaoxiao still has a long way to go.

This harvest is not shallow, Song Xiaoxiao stopped, squatted in the leafy grass with joy, and gently stroked them, as if he was caressing a part of his body, and his consciousness was intoxicated.

Those who were close to the water did not soak Song Xiaoxiao's clothes, which also saved Song Xiaoxiao from the embarrassment of being seen wet in clothes.