In the faint green smoke of incense, Chu Jiangkai gradually stabilized his mind.

The old pedant was right, the Dao Fu is more than just a piece of paper. Even in terms of the current situation, Dao Fu is simply his own lifeline.

Chu Jiangkai really couldn't think of any other way to make his dantian turn into nothingness and still stay in this vast mountain, the old scholar woke himself up, and left himself with this rune that needed the finishing touch to complete, why was this old man who had only heard his name before but had never met him willing to help him?

Is it really just the meaning of the mountains?

Or is it the sympathy brought about by the destruction of the dantian?

Chu Jiangkai knew that there might be other reasons, he didn't know, and the old man was unwilling or unable to say it.

If you don't say it, you shouldn't ask.

Chu Jiangkai has long understood this simplest truth in the four years he has been in the mountains, and he has successfully overcome the impulse brought by the psychology of curiosity.

The old pedant said that he couldn't be in a hurry, so he didn't hurry.

Chu Jiangkai gently placed the rune pen on the ink cartridge, and then took out a blank piece from the bottom of the rune paper and covered it on the half-finished rune that needed to be put the finishing touch, and then got up satisfied.

There is really not much place to put feet in the room, and when the old scholar was writing, Chu Jiangkai sorted out only a very small part, and now it is just right to tidy it up.

Chu Jiangkai was famous for being clean and tidy when he was in Jianming Peak, and the disciples all had separate houses, and the size of the houses was not the same depending on their status, but the cleanest and tidy one was definitely the one that Chu Jiangkai had.

Just do it, Chu Jiangkai cleaned up step by step.

The bed was not wide, but it was occupied by piles of messy books, and Chu Jiangkai carefully inspected each book that was scattered, wiped off the dust, and smoothed out the wrinkles.

Chu Jiangkai likes a clean environment and enjoys the process.

The bed was quickly tidied up, and the books that had been scattered on the bed were placed on the side of the wall, neatly arranged in stacks.

Chu Jiangkai didn't dare to do any more meticulous sorting, obviously these books on the bed might have been read by the old scholar when he was resting, so he still had to stay in the original position.

Then around the desk, most of the scattered books were a little shabby, it is estimated that the old scholar usually spends the most time sitting on this chair reading, and these books are what the old man likes to read, Chu Jiangkai dare not slack off.

According to the scattered order, when he sorted out, he still arranged the top of the pile of books on the top of the stack, so that at least he did not mess up the rules of the old pedant.

Chu Jiangkai faintly felt that these scattered books were not thrown by the old pedant at will, and an old man like the old pedant should not make the house so sloppy, let alone care about the books so much.

Chu Jiangkai couldn't figure it out, but he still meticulously sorted out the books around the table.

There were about four piles scattered here before, but now they have been sorted out into four stacks by Chu Jiangkai.

The four stacks of books were also placed in their original positions by Chu Jiangkai, but this time, as soon as the stacks of books were returned to their places, Chu Jiangkai felt that the aura around them had changed significantly.

The green smoke of the incense turned into a straight line at this time, as if it was swayed by a breath that rushed straight up.

The green smoke no longer dispersed, but gathered on the rooftops.

Chu Jiang began to look at the changes in Qingyan, thinking in his heart, what is the reason for this?

Could it be that there is a small circle in this room as well?

And these originally scattered books just cleverly conceal the method of the circle?

Now that you're tidying up, you're opening this magic circle?

Chu Jiangkai stretched out his hand and spread it evenly, and silently ran the spiritual power of the "Immortal Residence Formula" in his heart, however, there was still not the slightest fluctuation in his body.

Could it be that his judgment was wrong, or was the aura of this circle too weak?

"It's okay!" Chu Jiangkai muttered, there are still most of this house that has not been sorted out, if all of them are sorted out, presumably this magic circle will be able to be opened, and it should be sensed by then!

Chu Jiangkai is very accustomed to this kind of tidying process and the sense of cleanliness obtained after tidying, even if he does not change the original position, those scattered or stacked untidy books are sorted out in a proper manner, Chu Jiangkai is already very satisfied.

The scattered piles of books are large and small, and the stacks of books sorted out are naturally high and low.

Chu Jiangkai looked around at the stacks of books scattered around him, a little déjà vu, if these stacks of books were connected into lines, wouldn't they form the pattern on the rune that was waiting to be put the finishing touches just now? Aren't those stacks high just the prominent nodes? Aren't the low stacks just the gentle skeleton?

Chu Jiangkai came to the desk again, uncovered the blank rune paper, looked at the rune, kept looking back at the stacks of books on the ground, nodded frequently, and marveled.

That's right, there is not the slightest deviation, and the formation on the ground is an enlargement of the pattern in this rune.

But the aura in the room did not change, Chu Jiang was puzzled, and carefully checked the stack of books again.

Compared with the runes, Chu Jiangkai really couldn't find the problem, why? Could it be that his judgment was wrong?

But the changes in the aura around the desk were so obvious, why did the entire formation die down after it was cleared?

Chu Jiangkai remembered the old pedant's advice and was not in a hurry.

Yes, there is no hurry, he turned around and came to the desk, calmed down his mind, put aside the doubts in his heart for a while, picked up a few books given by the old pedant, and flipped through them.

"A Preliminary Study of the Fu Dao" is a very thin booklet, it doesn't seem to have much content, but the author is the head of the Nanyue Amazing God Sect who is famous in the whole continent, and the flower family almost protects the Amazing God Sect and even the entire Nanyue country with their own strength, and no rune master in the entire continent can reach his height on the way to the Dao Fu.

But Chu Jiangkai has never heard of this god-like figure who exists like a god at least in South Vietnam has written about it, and it seems that the book "A Preliminary Study of Fu Dao" in his hand is also a secret.

'The inside and outside of Fang Tian, the rest of the body walks together, the breath is not lawful, the body is regular, and the meaning is ······'

Chu Jiangkai had never read such a mysterious article, every word had a fantasy-like atmosphere, and every paragraph seemed to be able to open a dusty picture.

Chu Jiangkai opened his eyes, and saw not only words, but also the past.

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The smoke slowly rose, the young children leaned against the door and looked out, the fishing songs in the distance gradually became clear, and the small fishing village of Hejin in the twilight sun came alive.

The meal is just a simple Kawazu water rice, and there are more pieces of meat in the child's soup, which is already very good, even if you fish every day, it is impossible to eat fish often.

The mother looked at the child with apologies in her kind eyes, and the father was very tired, but he couldn't help but rub the child's head.

Late at night, the adults fell asleep early after a tiring day, but the children could not sleep, and the breath of heaven and earth was confused in the eyes of the children.

The child blinked, his strange breath was stirred so anxiously, why were the adults indifferent?

After all, the child couldn't help but be curious, but he couldn't bear to disturb the sleeping parents, so he got up quietly, tiptoed to the window, and gently pushed open the window to watch.

In the distance outside the window, the quiet surface of the Xihe River flashed with a faint ghostly light, and the ghostly light slowly overflowed and gradually became prosperous. At the highest point of the heavenly dome, a red point of light exploded silently, and red light leaked out of the point of light like a waterfall.

The glow on the river is still rising, and the red light in the sky is overwhelming, the glow is clear, and the red light is warm.

When the two lights came into contact, the child in front of the window with wide-eyed eyes in surprise really felt the friction between the breaths, just like the constant stirring of countless hands in the chest, which was not painful or itchy, but uncomfortable.

After a few breaths, the red light completely suppressed the ghostly light, and the ghostly light seemed to resist, but after all, it was unable to resist the enemy, and was gradually pressed back into the tide river.

The red light is getting stronger and stronger, covering the entire Xihe River and this riverside riverside village.

The breath was still stirred, and the red light poured into the river, and the wisps explored in the river, and finally converged in one place, like a red rope, wrapped around a flickering and intense light in the river.

The rope of red light began to contract, and the intense glow was slowly pulled up.

The ghost light is born in water and is also contained in water, so naturally it will not be willing to be pulled out of the water, so it twists and struggles in the water.

At the place where the red light leaked out of the far air, there was a burst of laughter that seemed to be irrepressible, and after the laughter, a gentle voice sounded, "Why bother? This tidal river is too shallow after all, and you have been free here for some years, come with me!"

Hearing this, the ghost light struggled even more, and the river also surged.

The child in front of the window covered his mouth in horror, but the sorrow mixed with the sound of the splash clearly penetrated his ears, and his heart ached for no reason, and tears fell from his round eyes.

After all, the ghost light was defeated, and was pulled out of the river, and the entangled red light continued to tighten, and the ghost light gradually showed its original form in the fierce struggle.

It turned out to be a black dragon.

The dragon scales under the moonlight shone with a dark luster, the dragon's head was raised high, the lantern-like dragon eyes were widened, the cold air from the mouth was mixed with pale yellow ambergris, and occasionally one or two mournful screams came, and the child in front of the window finally couldn't help crying.

The black dragon seemed to hear the child's cry, and the dragon's neck curled slightly, and his eyes looked at it like electricity.

The child looked into these eyes, and the crying stopped abruptly. The black dragon's gaze softened when he saw the child, bright and clear, with a strong warmth.

The voice in the air sounded again, the tone was still gentle, but the words were ruthless, "Let's go, this is not the place you should be, and you can't keep any fate!"

The red light rope flickered excitedly, and the strength became tighter and tighter, the black dragon's struggle gradually weakened, and the eyes of the child tended to be sad.

The boy forgot his fears, groped for this and climbed up to the ledge, and he wanted to call the adults to get up and help, but it seemed that all the people did not hear the screams of the water and his own cries.

That black dragon is so pitiful!

The child lay on the windowsill, weeping, and stretched out his tender hands to the black dragon.

He wanted to hug it.

The child grabbed his hands empty and fell off the windowsill.

The black dragon looked at this scene, his eyes were full of love and anxiety, and his big eyes turned from clear to red, as if a flame was about to erupt.

A burst of energy in the air was drawn out of the red light like lightning, hitting the black dragon's horns, and after the loud explosion, the black dragon's entire body twitched uncontrollably.

"Be quiet, little one. ”

"I know that you have your dignity and pride, and I also know that you are only here to find the beard of that old dragon, but you should also understand that this continent is not your South China Sea, and that old dragon has never retreated, let alone you little guy?"

The black dragon let out a hoarse scream, and the dragon scales around him stood up because of anger, but the red light did not flinch, but instead used more force, binding the black dragon more and more strongly.

The child who fell outside the window did not make a sound, just raised his head and spit out the dirt and blood in his mouth with difficulty, looked at the source of the red light in the sky with cold eyes, and gritted his teeth.