Chang Ling frowned, coincidentally, the deadline for the meeting date was this evening.

To tell the truth, between Chang Ling and the Jiang family, the Jiang family owes Chang Ling more, but they just live in a dilapidated house for a few days, and there is no need to 'risk their lives' for them.

However, Chang Ling was extremely interested in the purpose of Yuanhuamen's gathering of monks and the next arrangement, and in the words that Luoyue had not finished speaking, what would be the means to be able to fight against such a powerful demon clan?

Yuanhua Sect, as the head of the sect of the Tianxuan Continent, if there are really any means, it must be that they will use the probability of being relatively large.

Chang Ling thought about it, there were so many people at that time, and the dedication of being recognized by himself was extremely high, who knows if those disciples came back from Youzhou.

So she walked to Jiang Ying's room, first wrote a note and put it next to his pillow, and then opened the dusty package.

The herbs in the package had all been turned into Jiang Ying's grandfather's decoction, as well as a few low-grade spirit stones and a short dagger, and the rest were all kinds of bottles and jars.

Jiang Ying and his grandfather are both mortals, although as a member of the Jiang family, they have always prided themselves on being kind to others, but they don't know if there are some enemies eyeing each other.

Walking outside, wearing a veil is too conspicuous and inconvenient to travel, many times, they will use some mortal women's fat powder to simply modify their facial features.

A person's skin color, facial features. The slightest change in the shape of his face, when combined, can make him look very different.

Using spiritual power or magic weapons to change their appearance, fluctuations are still too conspicuous among the monks, and the monks' divine consciousness is swept away, and mortal things like fat powder will not attract their attention.

All Chang Ling needed to do was to mingle in the crowd of Condensing Realm cultivators, and those high-ranking cultivators of Yuanhua Sect had nothing important, and they would not carefully investigate their situation one by one.

While thinking, Chang Ling looked at the bottles and cans in front of him.

The bright red jar is lipstick, and the yellowish jar is lead powder......

Coincidentally, as the pampered young master of the Jiang family, Jiang Ying has delicate and fair skin, and if he wants to change his appearance and temperament, he can only try to rely on the 'ordinary people'.

It meets Chang Ling's needs.

A layer of lead powder was poured up, and Chang Ling's pale complexion instantly turned sallow, and with her extremely thin body, she had a bit of what the mortal world called 'malnutrition'.

Then draw a little thicker on his raised eyebrows, and put a black mole on the corner of his eye......

Chang Ling tinkered for half an hour, looked at himself beyond his eyes in the bronze mirror, and put on a few expressions quite complacently.

In the mirror, the girl's hair was braided into several braids and draped over her shoulders, a small face, with a sallow complexion, and her lips were also pale, and the only thing that could be seen was her bright eyes, and the black mole under her could add a touch of style to her when she smiled.

Still in the crowd, she was an ordinary fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl.

Everyone else will feel heartache to keep their eyes on her.

The dress on Chang Ling's body was also replaced with a pink skirt, this skirt is naturally Jiang Ying's, for Jiang Ying, it is not enough to change his face, he has to change his gender to feel safe.

Chang Ling hadn't considered wearing men's clothes, but her voice was a little clear, and her level of dress was not in place, and now this is already excellent.

Chang Ling, who was refreshed, recalled Fu Ning's expression and left the small courtyard in a hurry.

Her face bloomed with an innocent and beautiful smile that belonged to a girl.

The meeting place written on the edict was outside this gathering place, and when Chang Ling walked through the 'streets and alleys', there were already many people standing there.

Most of them are gathered together in twos and threes, and they should belong to the same forces.

As the setting sun gave way to night, a group of monks dressed in uniform white robes walked to the air standing on a huge gourd, floating above the crowd.

After seeing the face of the leader clearly, Chang Ling still subconsciously lowered his head.

This person is still an old acquaintance, when she first came to Yuanhuamen for a big competition between sects, she was called the wrong generation by the disciples of Yuanhuamen because she was still young, and it was this true disciple Feng Si who brought her juniors to apologize to her.

The every move of the people in Wuyang couldn't hide from Feng Si, but there were too many female cultivators who glanced at him hurriedly and then lowered their heads, and even since he entered the Yuanhua Gate, he had been enjoying such treatment.

Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

After waiting for everyone to gather towards his side for a few minutes, Feng Si cleared his throat and said, "In the lower Yuan Huamen true disciple Feng Si. ”

As soon as his voice fell, there was a sigh from the crowd.

Feng Si is not an ordinary true disciple.

As the chief disciple of Yuanhuamen's generation, his name was written on the Tianxuan List early, and he was known as the strongest Jindan realm in the Tianxuan Realm, of course, he would not be soon.

I heard that he had been immersed in the peak of the Jindan Realm for many years, and he just had to hone his Dan body to the extreme, and then condense the best Yuan Infant!

Most of the people present had only heard of his reputation, but it was the first time they had seen a real person, and they were inevitably a little excited.

Waiting for the crowd to calm down, Feng Si's face brought a gentle smile on his face, and he spoke: "A few days ago, there was a sudden invasion of demons in the Tianxuan Realm, the sky was torn, and the void air outside the domain continued to pour into the realm. ”

"My Yuanhua Sect, as the head of the sect of the Tianxuan Continent, is naturally responsible for the final part of the Nine Heavens Demon Punishment Array, and now the disciples are all concentrating on studying the formation and cooperation, but the manpower is still a little insufficient. ”

"Originally, I thought that you fellow Daoists could come all the way to join us, and we should naturally give them good treatment and protection, but now this situation is ......" Feng Si paused, turned his head to look at the huge demon shadow in the sky, and sighed softly.

A monk said loudly: "The Heavenly Xuan Realm is our common home, and we should do our part in our own strength! With the Yuanhua Sect in charge, that is really good!"

Before Chang Ling could tell whether this person was a 'nursery' or not, there was another echo in the crowd.

Feng Si's words were extremely beautiful, coupled with the prestige of Yuanhua Sect, and the fact that the monks themselves were full of emotions for the land where he was born and raised, so soon, Feng Si took the disciples behind him and bowed to the crowd in front of him.

So the matter was easily settled.

"Then please line up all the Taoist friends according to the cultivation realm, the Taoist friends of the Jindan Realm come to the front, and then the Taoist friends of the upper grade of the Concentrating Realm......"

Chang Ling didn't hide her cultivation, she naturally strode to the line of contemplation realm.

It attracted some attention to her.

Most of them glanced at each other and turned their heads away.

The cultivation was lower than her, and the envious gaze did not dare to stay on her for too long.

Those who are in the same realm as her don't look at her anymore after taking a look at her.

After all, within the same realm, there would be strong and weak combat power, and they didn't think that the young and thin Chang Ling could compare to them.

As for those who cultivated higher than Chang Ling, there was not a trace of eyes falling on her at all.

Different from the loose cultivation in Qingzhou and the free and loose cultivation of demon cultivation in Youzhou, the monks here have a distinct and strong sense of hierarchy and differentiation.

This consciousness does not come from real combat, but from a subtle sense of oppression.

It is not impossible for these well-educated monks who have been pampered since childhood to fight at the next level, but they have long lost the consciousness of making a move.

This may also be the way to maintain the order of the sect's family.

Chang Ling can barely be regarded as a 'senior', so he has to keep pretending to be profound with a cold face, and be a good person with vested interests.

After the queue was lined up, the Yuanhua Sect disciples standing behind Feng Si jumped down from the gourd floating in the air one after another, and one by one gave the families and sect forces represented by these people's ranks.

Chang Ling wrote 'Wucheng Jiangjia Fu Ning' on the scroll in front of him.

After registering, Kazeji took out a scroll from his bosom and slowly unfolded it in front of everyone.

The beauty of this scroll lies in the fact that monks of different cultivation can see different contents.

Chang Ling's gaze at this time was completely attracted by the words unfolding on the scroll in front of him.

Maybe the subtlety of this formation is not just as simple as Kazeji said.

Chang Ling even felt that with these parts revealed to everyone, everyone was able to form their own formations, and presumably there was a lot of improvement in their own combat power during the battle.

She hurriedly stuffed those characters into her mind little by little, and the monk next to her, who was good at formation, had already raised his hand and kept gesturing in the air, and there were words in his mouth.

Kazeji showed the scroll to the crowd for only a quarter of an hour.

A quarter of an hour later, everyone stared into the air.

Anyone with a discerning eye can guess that what they see is only a part, so what kind of power will they have if they get more parts?

Monks from the same family with different cultivation levels kept looking at each other, apparently having decided to discuss the formation together after they returned.

At this time, Feng Si smiled and spoke: "This Nine Heavens Demon Punishment Array is the foundation of my Yuanhua Sect, countless seniors have carefully studied and with a flash of inspiration, they can finally complete the Great Array, and I don't need to say much about the preciousness of the Great Array, so whether it is the disciples in the sect or the fellow Daoists, when they see it, they have been passively contaminated with the Heavenly Dao Oath." ”

"You are not allowed to share what you see with anyone else. ”

As soon as Feng Si said this, the faces of everyone present were a little unsightly.

Coveting the formation is a trivial matter, and they actually invisibly carried the oath of the Heavenly Dao.

The so-called Heavenly Dao Oath is an oath towards the origin power of this realm, and once it is violated, it will immediately scatter and die.

Therefore, although such vows exist, very few people make them, after all, life is long, and it is difficult for them to ensure that the only rule they abide by is the same.

Let them be forced to add this oath invisibly, Yuanhuamen is really a good means.

Looking at everyone's indignant looks, Fengji obviously had no intention of entangling with them anymore.

He said coldly: "Study your parts within seven days, and then come here to gather." After that, he took the big gourd and left with the disciples next to him.

The original mildness is completely missing.

He himself was also very clear that he had been imposed a heavenly oath, and that was definitely not a relationship that he could ease by laughing.

It's better not to laugh with it.

As soon as Feng Si left, everyone exploded again.

There was a hideous look on his face, and he kept greeting Lord Fengji and Yuanhuamen, who they were still afraid and worshiped just now.

Chang Ling quietly squeezed out of the crowd and walked briskly to his small courtyard.

What Yuanhuamen did was not kind, and when he studied it carefully, it was not because of the formation that everyone was so angry, but because they actually mastered this method.

Today, they passively made a heavenly oath not to leak the formation, and in the future, when Yuanhuamen is used again, what oath can they manipulate to make?

Chang Ling's face was not good-looking, she still underestimated the methods of these big sects.

The matter has come to this point, and this part of the formation is not in her hands.

Her formation was already superficial, and she could only barely memorize the shapes of those characters just now, and she was still far from understanding and using them.

Seven days was still quite tense for her.

After Chang Ling returned to the small courtyard, he didn't bother to 'remove makeup' and change clothes, anyway, the things Jiang Ying bought were the best, and they looked quite long-lasting, and Chang Ling didn't bother to take them off and paint them again.

The side effects of these things for mortals are too insignificant for monks.

Soon, Chang Ling, who was sitting on the bed, was attracted by the part of the formation that he had written down, and he was all concerned.

Be in ecstasy.

Time also flew by in her intoxication.

Three days later, Jiang Ying, who was lying on the bed, slowly opened her eyes.

He blinked his eyes for a long time, pinching his face red, before he confirmed that he was really alive.

Thinking of the voice that kept calling him out on the cold and firm when his consciousness was in chaos, his cheeks were stained a little crimson.

Books and books have said that even between Taoist couples, they can't easily enter each other's sea of knowledge.

Thinking of this, he didn't care about the sharp pain in his head, and thought about getting up to see Chang Ling.

As soon as he got up, he saw the note placed next to his pillow.

After reading what Chang Ling wrote, his face turned even redder.

He thought that Chang Ling didn't know.