In this way, not long after Ding Xing successfully hit the Xuanti, he plunged into the mental method of "One Thought into Writing" and studied hard.

He lived alone in a not very wide confinement, which was equivalent to being restricted from being free, and he didn't really have anything else to do except retreat and practice spells.

The years passed quietly, and inadvertently another year and a half passed.

this day.

It happened to be a full moon night.

According to his habit, Ding Xing placed a bookstand made of spirit sandalwood outside the spirit cellar, and spread a pile of waxy yellow spirit paper on the table, as if he wanted to write something at the desk.

The little book demon jumped on the desk as usual, holding the black stone inkstone larger than its demon body in one hand, holding the spiritual smoke ink in the other hand, and grinding the ink with a smile in the inkstone, which is the beauty difference it has recently liked.

Every time it grinds out the ink, it looks extremely excited to see the glittering spiritual ink change from nothing to something.

Ding Xing saw that it was so interesting, and he didn't let it go, and let it play a temporary grinding boy on the desk.

To practice "One Thought into Writing", it is necessary to use the study utensils in the mortal world, and Ding Xing used the material treasure to refine a set, but he held a pen to write and draw on the paper, but as usual, he did not gain anything.

In the past year and a half, he has been tirelessly studying "One Thought into Writing", and he has long learned to recognize the 'small seal' Taoist text in accordance with the requirements of the mental method, and can write it flexibly, but he has never been able to 'make the law of imperial characters'.

In other words, he had studied for more than a year, and he had just mastered a new script like a scholar in the mortal world, and as for what magical powers this text contained, he didn't even have a trace of eyebrows.

"Where is this method?" he was a little annoyed, threw the brush on the bookcase, and looked up at the moon in frustration.

"Heh, if this method can be easily cultivated, the Qiongtai faction will definitely not judge the "One Thought into Writing" as a side door!"

I saw a cloud of blood mist popping up on one side of the desk, gathering and condensing, changing into a bust of a cutter man, he carried the wine jug in one hand and poured a sip into his mouth: "Good wine!

Ding Xing turned his head to look at him and said with a smile: "Since Brother Yijian woke up half a year ago and asked me for spiritual wine every day, you have drunk so much wine from me, have you realized the mystery of "One Thought into Writing"?"

A scissor quickly wiped his mouth: "It's not that I don't want to participate, the key is that I don't have enough qualifications! You wake up my brother to protect my soul for eight years, and help me turn into a ghost and be reborn, this is a great kindness of recreation, and now that you are in trouble, I am more anxious than you!"

He sighed again and again: "But I really have a limited understanding of the true law inheritance of the One Paper Sect!"

Half a year ago, his ghost body was completed, and when his mind was completely restored, he learned that the original name of "Brother Muye" was called "Ding Xing".

Ding Xing secretly protected him with the Soul Fixing Pill for nearly ten years, and the fist and fist Gao Yi even moved him to the ground, thinking about how to repay him.

When he learned that Ding Xing had encountered difficulties in cultivating "One Thought into Writing", he actively participated in solving the problem, and as a result, he studied for half a year, but he didn't have any clues.

This made him feel ashamed.

He could only explain some speculations to Ding Xing: "Brother Xing, it may be that the four treasures of the study are not used correctly! This kind of small seal spirit text, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone should all need to use specific spiritual weapons!"

Ding Xing also thought so, but the predecessors of the Qiongtai faction must also have this consideration, it must be known that many predecessors in the sect have spent decades studying "One Thought into Writing", and the four treasures of the study room will consume hundreds of sets, and there should be any kind, so even if Ding Xing uses paper treasures to create the four treasures of the study, the final result may still be ineffective.

But this is a way, Ding Xing always wants to find a few sets of one-paper antiquities in the study room, try it, without personal inspection, he will not give up.

chatted for a while about the difficulties of "One Thought into Writing".

Ding Xing turned the topic to Zhanqing Lingquan, and he asked a Dao Scissor: "In this moment, I have been trapped here for three whole years, Brother Yixie, do you say that those sect disciples are still possible to come back?"

A Daoist replied: "I think there is a seventy or eighty percent chance of coming back! Those sects in Weiguo have always been rampant and domineering, since they have occupied this spiritual spring thousands of years ago, that is the territory of the sect, and they will definitely not tolerate outsiders stealing it!"

He pointed to the empty mountains and forests outside the ban: "There were dozens of monks living here, and they didn't dare to return for three years, why is that? Because they also understand that sooner or later, the Qiongtai faction will come back to clean them up, and they will all be scared away!"

Ding Xing shook his head slightly: "When will it be? I can't stay sleepy forever! If they come back in ten years, will I have to delay here for ten years?"

Waiting for it is not the way to go.

A cutter turned his head to look at the moon paper door: "Why don't you break through the door and give it a try!" Brother Xing, the ice gate you opened will go as far as Binghua Mountain!"

In the past six months, Ding Xing opened the moon paper door many times and showed it to a scissor to see, hoping that a scissors would help study the direction of the ice gate.

"Back then, I heard my master and old tailor say that any moon paper door left over from a paper school, if you want to drive it, it is not only related to cultivation, but also inseparable from the strength of the moon. ”

Ding Xing hurriedly asked, "What do you mean by Brother Yijian?"

A scissor pointed at the little book demon: "Every time you push the door, you need this little demon to supplement the moon power, with its shallow demon power, it can easily push the moon paper door open, which shows that the distance of the moon paper door is not too far!

Ding Xing agrees.

The teleportation array built by the seven factions of the Wei Kingdom is the kind of formation that consumes the most spirit stones, if it is teleported from the Moon Paper Country to the Binghua Mountain in the northern Xinjiang, the spirit stones required will be astronomical.

Ding Xing walked the moon paper door to open the teleportation, not a single spirit stone was needed, just relying on his mana, plus the moon power of the little book demon, how far can a teleportation be?

A scissor has always believed that the Bingmen may not be in Binghua Mountain, but hidden in an iceberg somewhere in the center of the country, and the left and right will not leave the sphere of influence of the country.

If Ding Xing really didn't want to continue to be trapped, a cutter suggested that Ding Xing rest assured and boldly teleported.

However, there is one factor that the Dao Cutter ignores, that is, the four-petal flower spirit channel, and the mana that activates the transmission may also come from the spirit channel, as well as the prohibition around the spirit channel.

After all, Ding Xing was able to push open the moon paper door, all relying on the spirit guide to lock the direction, there must be a close mana connection between the two, Ding Xing felt that he and the little book demon, anyway, the role in the teleportation was not the most critical.

"Wait a little longer!" Ding Xing decided to wait another half a year to a year, anyway, he still had more than ten jars of eight-fruit flower porridge on his body, and his cultivation would not be delayed.

At that time, if Hu Yanluo and the four still don't appear, then Ding Xing will consider escaping the ice gate.