Xu Yuanxin looked at the scroll placed on his lap with a thoughtful expression.

This test paper similar to copying poems was taken by Bai He out of nowhere, and the handwriting on it was neat and delicate, which made people look very comfortable, especially the poem inside, Xu Yuanxin was very interested.

Compared with the masterpieces written by the famous masters of the human race that she had seen, the few dozen words on this paper scroll carried a different worldly fireworks, and also carried a trace of sharp aura, giving Xu Yuanxin a feeling of breaking the paper and going straight to the nine heavens.

As the owner of Kunlun Immortal Palace, she was very curious about what kind of person this was, who could have such a state of mind.

So she was very impressed with the author of this poem.

Ningshu.

And this "Shiwei Chronicle" on the victory of the demon prince Lu Xingyi, who became the heir of the sacrificial wine, the monk of Wangshengjing is also named this one.

"Are they the same person?" Xu Yuanxin asked softly.

The white crane approached, touched the two pieces of paper with his beak, and nodded in affirmation after a moment.

"You, you know to spoil me!" Xu Yuanxin shook his head and said: "These two pieces of paper are not from the same person's hands, how can you feel the same breath." ”

The girl put the scroll in her hand, took off her shoes and socks and swung her feet in the clear lake water, and her white instep was like two moonlight projected on the water, rippling with the water lines.

The slender fingers gently swiped across the scroll with poems, and Xu Yuanxin felt the graininess on the bud paper, as if he could feel the charm of the person who was holding the pen and writing on the paper at that time.

In fact, Xu Yuanxin can indeed feel it.

In order to learn more about the world outside the mountain, she created a secret method that allows her to see the scenery she wants to see through hundreds of millions of miles of space, and even some specific people, but the premise is that she needs the corresponding breath.

So she wanted to use the secret method to see what the person who wrote the poem looked like.

Moreover, Xu Yuanxin had a very strong feeling that the aura contained in this ink mark was the same person's handwriting as the sword light she sensed above the Nine Heavens when the secret method was first formed a year ago.

At that time, she was very curious about who dared to slash at the Nine Heavens with a sword, but at that time, she missed the opportunity to capture the breath because of the initial formation of the spell, but now she held this pen and ink full of spirit in her hand, so she wanted to try again.

What if it's the same person? It's just a little guy looking at the habitat.

Xu Yuanxin pointed at the void in front of him, the void seemed to be reversed with the lake below, and the calm air showed fluctuations like water currents.

A picture gradually emerged in the flow of water.

The red gauze tent, the star lamp, the bookcase by the window, the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, and the faint noise.

The image of the water churning in is so real that even the fragrance gushes out.

This kind of secret method is really too shocking, if it is spread to the outside world, it will cause a bloody storm, if the cultivation is successful, everything in heaven and earth will be in the eyes, there is no secret to speak of, who would want to be watched like this?

But it is such a secret method, in Xu Yuanxin's hands it is like a child's toy, she has never used this spell to observe the secrets of any big people, but often used to appreciate the snow lotus on the top of the mountain, the milk swallow under the eaves, and the red thread on the branch for marriage.

This is one of the few people she wants to see clearly, although only in the habitat.

Just look at what he looks like, Xu Yuanxin thought.

What is this place?

Her brow furrowed slightly, and an inaudible gasp sounded in her ears.

"Phew!"

After listening carefully for a while, looking at the figure tumbling in the water in front of her, she suddenly understood what the voice she had heard before, and quickly smacked, her face flushed with shame, and her fingers slid slightly to the left, and the beautiful picture disappeared.

Xu Yuanxin took a few deep breaths, one hand kept fanning his somewhat hot cheeks, and the other hand continued to feel the breath on the scroll, and then manifested a wave of water in mid-air again.

A similar scene, but this time there was no unbearable sound, and there was only a bookcase with a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the bookcase, and a pen hanging in the air with a pen in one hand, and the pen was still stained with ink, as if he was about to write something.

It's him!

Xu Yuanxin was overjoyed, and then his fingers moved slightly, wanting to see the face of the person holding the pen.

But at this step, before she could turn the picture around, the water broke like glass.

"Hey, someone helped him cover up the heavens?"

Thinking of this, she was a little unhappy.

"But also, since he is a personal disciple of the sacrificial wine, it must be the sacrificial wine who is helping him. ”

Although Xu Yuanxin has never been out of Kunlun Mountain, he has a very good understanding of the situation between heaven and earth, and knows that there is such a big man as Taifu and sacrificial wine, so his disciples should naturally be protected very well.

"Ning Shu, when I leave the mountain, I will definitely find you and see what kind of person you are. ”

She withdrew her spell and stood up and walked into the lake, and as she went deeper, some of the cold water soaked her tulle skirt, clinging to her slippery skin.

Bright and moving.

Under the pouring of moonlight, such a picture is not the slightest bit cheesy, it is completely holy.

There is childishness between her eyebrows and eyes, but she is such a sixteen-year-old girl, standing in the lake water, but there is a feeling that makes the heavens discolored, in addition to her impeccable appearance, it is more from her kind of fairy energy.

This girl is going to get out of Kunlun after all.

After 16 years of gestation in the cocoon, it will turn into the most touching butterfly.

Because she is the one who stands above the tens of millions of people in the Daomen.

She is the master of the entire Asgard.

She is the master of the Jade Void Palace.

Xu Yuanxin.

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Red Pile Snow in an extremely spacious private room.

This is the boudoir of Oiran Yukisan.

The window was ajar, and a gust of wind with the scent of osmanthus blew in, dyeing the letter paper on the bookcase by the window with a faint fragrance.

Ning Shu sat in front of the bookcase, holding a pen to write something, suddenly shivered, and then sneezed.

The pen in his hand dripped a drop of ink on the letter paper with the movement of his body, and then flowed openly, wisps, bends and bends.

Ning Shu frowned, ready to take a new piece of paper and continue writing.

"Why, you catch a cold? I thought that none of you cultivators would be able to suffer from the cold. Xue San said with a smile, then she took off a pen and made a few strokes where the ink had splattered on the letterhead.

"It didn't fall on the handwriting, you look at it so casually, doesn't it look like a cold plum? What's more, you've written so much, it's a waste of time to write again. ”

"When you come to this kind of place, you only write letters and don't do the things of Fengyue, and there are not many people in Manluo City. ”

"Anyway, who are you writing to, and why do you have so much to say?"

"Letter from home. Ning Shu wrote the payment under the letter paper and said: "I have been away from home for a year, and in a few days the spring training in Taifu will begin, and I may have to travel for a while, and I don't know when I will be able to come back, so this time I will explain a little more and send it back, so that they will not worry." It just so happened that Yuan Youtao's family had a batch of goods to be sent to Quzhou, which was expedited, and a teleportation array would be used, and it was estimated that this letter would not take as much time as before. ”

"Who is Anyi?

"It's me...... Younger sister. ”

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Quzhou Ping'an City, in front of the city lord's mansion.

Early in the morning, Ning Anyi hurriedly put on his clothes and ran out of the house, while playing with the hair on the side of his face, he walked through the corridor and ran to the door of the house under Chen Shanhai's surprised gaze.

"Is Mr. in class today?" Chen Shanhai put down his chopsticks and shouted.

"No, I'll pick up the letter!"

Ning An didn't look back, stood at the door and looked around, and replied loudly.

"Whose letter?!" Chen Shanhai panicked for no reason, thinking to himself that could it be that his youngest daughter met a lover outside?

"Ning Shu's!"

"Oooh. After hearing the sender's name, Chen Shanhai's heart calmed down, and then said: "How long has it been since this little bastard sent a letter, is there any mention of me in the letter?"

"Not yet, Daddy. ”

At the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, Ning Anyi was looking forward to it.

After a while, the guys from the CITIC Bureau in Ping'an City finally ran over.

"Is there a letter from L.A."

"Yes, yes, you have been asking for several days, I will bring it to you as soon as there is a letter, it is Mr. Ning's, don't worry. The messenger patted his chest and said.

"Thank you!"

After Ning Anyi got the letterhead, he ignored Chen Shanhai's shouts and walked straight back to his courtyard.

She sat on a stone bench under a tree, and although it was early spring in the south, the leaves were already green, and from time to time petals fell, just on the letterhead that was full of handwriting.

"The book is a peaceful makeup: seeing words is like meeting. ”

"Recently, I have sent very few letters, because Taifu has been struggling with my studies these days, and I often sit in the library building, and I don't feel that the time is increasing or decreasing, and the heavy snow is closing the road, and the letters are not passable, so I haven't returned during the New Year's Festival, don't blame. ”

"Sir is erudite, he will take us to Cheongju to observe the ruins of the former sages after a while, and the letter may be delayed for some time in the future, so don't read it. ”

"My classmates are very friendly, Yuan Youtao mentioned in the previous letter, I ate with him for the New Year's dinner......"

"Uncle Chen should be in good health, I sent some Los Angeles specialties a few years ago, as well as the fat powder you like, it may be a few days later than this letter to arrive in Ping'an City. ”

Several pieces of paper were sprinkled with various matters in Ning Shu's study days in Taifu, which were nothing more than some positive aspects such as peace and smoothness, but this kind of life that seemed to have no waves and no twists and turns was enough to make her happy for several days in Ning Anyi's opinion.

After Ning Anyi read it several times, he returned to the house and took out a mahogany box, carefully put the letter back into the letterhead, and then put it neatly together with the other letterheads in the mahogany box.

Then she took out a thin one, spread out a brand new piece of letterhead, and thought for a while and slowly put pen to paper.

"Everything is fine in Ping'an City, and I'm fine......"

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"L.A. sounds like a beautiful place...... I will definitely go in the future. ”

The pen falls with the wrist, and the red ribbon wrapped around the girl's head is particularly beautiful in the spring breeze.