It's late at night again.

The cold nights of winter are extremely cold, and cultivators actually don't care much about the temperature of the outside world. What really points to the hearts of the people is the loneliness of the old people.

Feng Qingtong felt a little cold at this moment.

Feng Qingtong often sits alone in the middle of the night, without disturbing each other with the stars. But he didn't really like the night.

Tonight, the moon was gnawed into a crescent moon, and the moonlight faded a little, and the starlight became extraordinarily bright.

The maid and steward Dong who went out to purchase all returned to the ship, talking and laughing all the way, as if they had taken advantage of something. It's just that after getting on the boat, they were silent, and they all greeted Feng Qingtong, and then they went back to their rooms in a restrained manner. Dong Zhili has a very positive attitude, after trying to pat himself on the back before, he didn't dare to say a word, and this sword immortal can really only stay away.

He doesn't eat the fireworks of the world.

Because Ximen Yin had not returned for a long time, Feng Qingtong asked Dong Zhili a few more words, and Dong Zhili said that it should be Gu Jie who would play for a few more days. If the sword immortal was in a hurry, he went to call the valley lord back. Feng Qingtong naturally said no, and Dong Zhili left.

Feng Qingtong was indeed a little worried in his heart, not that he liked Ximen Yin much, but he didn't want to see people who were contaminated with him being robbed.

He deliberately got on the boat and deliberately didn't get close to Ximen Yin, and talked about some kendo with Ximen Yin, which can be regarded as settling the unpaid boat fare. Feng Qingtong kept his trip on the boat, it was just a simple transaction, even if the transaction was slightly unequal, it was still the essence of the transaction.

But during the period, I accidentally couldn't hold back, and I talked to Ximen Yin about something, whether this is too big, Feng Qingtong is not easy to say.

It was useless to think too much, so Feng Qingtong continued to draw talismans and write books.

The pen is still steady, painting what Ximen Yin called "profound", a ghost-like talisman formation.

Feng Qingtong has already decided that he will write two books. Although it will take more time, I have to admit that there is some truth in Ximen Yin's words. According to the master's meaning, if there are still more formation-breaking divisions, it would be better to have more formation-breaking divisions.

Therefore, the first Feng Qingtong completely followed his own process of learning the talisman formation, and started with all kinds of strange and strange ancient formations. After that, it was directly my own experience and some thoughts that came from communicating with my teacher.

This one, destined to have few readers, is too obscure, and is likely to make people study for years without success. You must know that Feng Qingtong was able to rely on those ancient formation diagrams to get started back then, not only because of his talent, but also because his spiritual power was high enough, and he tried to find some ways. It's too hard to replicate this path.

As for those ancient array diagrams, an ancient book left by the royal family of the Thousand Nights Dynasty was in the library pavilion on Luoyun Mountain. That ancient book alone has a history of nearly 1,000 years, and the array diagram from the gold on it may have a further history.

The second book is step by step, from the principle of penmanship, to the invocation of spiritual power, to the seduction of heaven and earth, step by step to outline the principle of the talisman formation, it is much easier to understand. Feng Qingtong hasn't started writing yet, but this is probably the one that can really fulfill the master's wish. As a master of the Zhenbei Wangfu, the master has been busy with the affairs of the palace in his early years, and he has not been able to open a sect to recruit disciples, and the four old men of Wanjunshan should each be counted as half. Later, he became the authority of the royal palace, and the master's own talisman formation system could not be passed on, so it became difficult to write a book and speak it. I really have no experience and don't know how to grasp the scale.

Feng Qingtong is different, the foundation of his life is not in the Fu Qi Formation, when he wrote the book, he accidentally revealed the details a little more, so that his system was learned, then he would be learned, and he didn't need it. Moreover, the way of the talisman formation, to be honest, is more difficult than cultivation, and the risk of wasting time and achieving nothing is also higher. Especially in Dongcang, the Fu Gong Formation is often looked down upon, and the inheritance system is even more fruitless, and the risk is even greater. So it's hard to say whether there is anyone or how many people are willing to learn, and you don't have to worry so far from it.

Feng Qingtong fused the veins of his cultivation talisman formation into the pen Dansha with one stroke, and the paper of the book was also an excellent yellow paper material, so that many of the individual attack formations on the book could be used by injecting spiritual power, and even the book itself became a weapon.

Of course, most of the runic formations that can be triggered in this way are small paths, and the strongest type of runic formations are often directly drawn between heaven and earth.

After sketching for a long time, Feng Qingtong also had some soreness, put down the pen, and stood by the boat to watch the lights under the boat. It is still a prosperous scene, and Feng Qingtong also feels that the two books he is painting are meaningful. One is that it is among those five things, and the other is that there are many formation breakers, and it is more difficult for these thousands of lights to be buried under the Jin Tie Cavalry.

There are three more things.

The first piece was completed in northern Xinjiang for Yinanxing, and the second piece is currently being done. Cai Wei wants to find her brother Yi Qingfeng, which is outside of the five things, but Feng Qingtong will still complete it, so it is inevitable to go to Longque, the capital of the Eastern Cangguo. As for how the remaining three things are promised, when they are promised, and where they are promised, everything depends on the will of God and fate.

Seeing that the boat would not be able to leave for a while, Feng Qingtong greeted Dong Zhili and disembarked alone. In his heart, he still wants to see these old mountains and rivers. On his homeland, although he doesn't remember many things, they were all told to him by his master before going down the mountain, but when he really walked again, he still had some feelings.

Places with large ferry ports are generally extraordinarily prosperous, and the same is true here.

The long street is colorful, the lanterns are hung high, and the lights are bright. There are many restaurants, pedestrians are all over the street, and all kinds of objects and food on the roadside stalls are even more dazzling.

Feng Qingtong walked slowly, and did not make a noise with people, and when he encountered some stumbling drunks, he staggered to dodge, and when someone came to him, he must give way in advance, and when he encountered a crowded place, he would stay far away, and the restaurant shop did not stop much before. In the crowd, everyone is busy, only a white dress is like homeopathic nature, and it is safe to meet wherever you go.

Some are careless, some are boring, and some are too obedient to providence, as if they are natural and generally not wrong at all.

He was like a passerby.

He was a passerby.

As if to be drowned in this crowd, above a tall building, there was a sudden sound of a guzheng, and the sound was ethereal like coming from the sky, and Feng Qingtong was gently picked up in the noise.

No one in the long street noticed the sound that was so quiet that it could easily be drowned out by all kinds of sounds, but at that moment, someone always heard it.

Maybe it's two, three, but among them, there is a young man in white.

Feng Qingtong's ghostly steps finally stopped, and the moment he heard the sound of the kite, he stopped and looked back, and he burst into tears at some point.

It was as if the clawless lone bird, which was trying its best to fly, suddenly found a reason that could not be called a reason, and could stop and rest for a while.

He awoke from a nightmare of loneliness, calamity, and bogging down. At this moment, he is just an ordinary man who has not yet reached the crown.

No one saw the tears on the young man's face as he turned his back, and the unspeakable pathos that suddenly arose.

It's just that perhaps, there is such a person, who saw it. She covered her face with a veil, stopped her fingertips, and made eye contact with him.

Sometimes, it may only take a glance.

Just a glance.