On a scorching summer day, Gu Qingci carried a basket and a big broom to sweep the floor in the outer courtyard.

In half a year, he grew a head taller, and this big broom could no longer be taller than him.

The weather was so hot that the scorching sun had dried the flowers and trees, and only the cicadas were screaming hoarsely.

Gu Qingci had been sweeping under the scorching sun for a long time, and he didn't sweat a drop on his body, and he didn't seem to be afraid of the heat.

There was no one around, Gu Qingci quickly took out a huge book from the basket behind him, looked at it for about ten seconds, and then put the book back in the basket.

Then, he swept the floor with a broom in one hand, and lowered the other hand, drawing lines in the air naturally and covertly.

A crimson fire streak was drawn in the air by him, turning into a fist-sized flame and burning.

This flame brought a high temperature of one hundred degrees, and Gu Qingci felt even hotter, although he practiced the "Dao Yin" to the second stage, and he would not sweat, but this heat was not comfortable.

That flame burned uncontrollably, and it actually burned on Gu Qingci's clothes, although it was quickly extinguished, but his clothes were burned out of a hole.

Gu Qingci wanted to slap himself: Why did he draw a fire pattern in this weather?

Isn't it hot enough?

Summer passed in the blink of an eye, and Gu Qingci's cultivation progress was extremely fast, and according to this progress, by the end of the year, he would be able to contact the cultivation of the third realm.

This kind of cultivation speed was beyond his imagination, shouldn't Jiu Ling's talent be very slow in cultivation? Gu Qingci couldn't find an answer.

He was full of qi and blood, and his seemingly ordinary body had terrifying power lurking in it, which was restrained by him with the method of "Dao Introduction", and he looked like an ordinary second realm cultivator.

In addition, he has mastered a total of 10,000 basic patterns, which is very amazing, and many pattern cultivators have tens of thousands, or even less than 10,000 basic patterns, and there is no one like him who cultivates 129,600 lines in the Book of Tattoos.

Gu Qingci found that the more he mastered the tattoo, the more thoroughly he understood the tattoo, and the faster the speed of the tattoo cultivation.

He seems to have been born for tattoos.

His tattoos are very hidden, and no one knows that he can condense the void.

Gu Qingci's life is very boring, except for eating, he spends almost all of his time practicing, such as bathing and washing clothes, these are all solved by using lines, repairing patterns during the day and cultivating "Dao Yin" at night, without the slightest relaxation.

Every relaxation is a compromise to oneself, and one should not compromise with oneself.

"At the age of twelve, I want to cultivate immortals at this best age, and master 129,600 patterns, and become a very rare spirit pattern master who can condense the void pattern in battle.

This is a small goal that Gu Qingci set for himself.

At that time, if he can't become a student of Baiyun Academy, he will leave here.

With his Nine Spirit Talent, he was destined to not be able to be cultivated in Baiyun Academy, and Gu Qingci had no illusions in this regard.

Gu Qingci wanted to be an immortal cultivator, not a miscellaneous servant, even if the environment of Baiyun Academy was very good, and the miscellaneous servants here were better than casual cultivators.

If they could, who wouldn't want to practice in a place like Baiyun Academy?

Office of Affairs.

The middle-aged man who had sent a spirit monkey to Gu Qingci said: "Gu Qingci, you have been in the outer courtyard for nine months, and you have been practicing the left path for three months, according to the regulations, from today onwards, you will go to the palace to serve, and there must be no mistakes."

Gu Qingci finally ended his nine-month sweeping career, and he was going to the Wendian to work as a coolie.

The outer courtyard has a refining workshop, an alchemy building, a spirit garden, a beast master, a wormhole, a puppet pavilion, a talisman hall, and a formation hall.

and the temple in the far corner where no one has been seen for hundreds of years.

The refining workshop, the alchemy building and the Lingtianyuan are the largest number of people, there are dozens of people, and the others also have more than double digits, but the mysterious tattoo hall, the people inside can't make up a single hand.

Walking straight along the avenue, you can see a magnificent ancient building complex, which is very lively, and a handyman is busy in it, especially the alchemy building of the refining workshop and the Lingtianyuan, when he walked to the end of the building complex, he saw a low hall, which was pitch black, and the door was covered with wild grass, and there was no one to see.

The low hall has a dozen tiles missing from the roof, one less pillar at the door, and a few bricks from the floor.

There was a faded plaque at the top of the gate that was almost indistinguishable, and Gu Qingci looked at it carefully, only to find that it was the two big characters of 'Wendian'.

That's the purpose of his trip.

Gu Qingci was dumbfounded, he would spend the next few years in the outer courtyard in this ghost place.

Walking into the empty hall, the scene inside finally brightened.

Although the main hall is low and dim, it has a large area, 100 meters long and 10 zhang wide.

This hall is full of stones, very messy, and the surface of the stone is inscribed with various runes, many of which are crippled.

It was desolate and desolate.

There is a hall of tattoos, and there is not even a person who is engaged in hygiene, which is too miserable.

"Anyone?"

Gu Qingci shouted helplessly, he felt that he was on a thief ship, but the problem was that he could only get on this thief ship.

It turned out to be a man from the pile of stones, an old man who looked to be seventy years old, with thinning hair, dusty face, and messy clothes, like an unearthed artifact.

I don't know how he can endure the bad conditions in the stone pile.

Unlike Gu Qingci's imagination, this terrible old man was not an immortal cultivator, and even the aura on his body was weaker than him.

Gu Qingci really couldn't imagine that there was a person in the outer courtyard who was still cultivating at such an old age.

Places like the Alchemy Building Refining Workshop have immortal cultivators in charge, so Gu Qingci thought that there would also be immortal cultivators in the Wen Palace, but now it seems that he is wrong, and he is very wrong.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

The bad old man patted the dust on his body, and he didn't know how many catties of dust there was, and suddenly the whole hall was full of dust.

Gu Qingci stood in the dust, bowed, and said, "Senior, I came down to report to the Tattoo Palace, I don't know what the seniors are called." ”

"My name is Zhang Lin, are you here to report from the Wendian?" The bad old man looked at Gu Qingci suspiciously, as if he was looking at a person with a sick head.

This kind of look made Gu Qingci want to beat him.

Gu Qingci glanced around, and found that it was only him and this bad old man, and he had a bad premonition, and he asked, "Senior Zhang, how many people are there in this tattoo hall?"

"From now on, it's just you and me, and the number of people has doubled compared to before!"

Zhang Lin seemed to be inspired by something, straightened his waist, and waved his old hand, full of confidence.

Gu Qing's heart was cold, there were only two people in the palace, and this old man seemed to have a little problem, and he was not lightly ill?

He was deeply worried about the rest of his life, what a strange teammate he was.

"Since you have come to the Tattoo Palace, then you are a person under the Tattoo Palace, by the way, what is your name?" Zhang Lin asked.

"My name is Gu Qingci. Gu Qingci sighed inwardly, the so-called under one person, isn't it just two people.

This bad old man is full of foolishness, he looks very unreliable, there is such a person, no wonder the Wendian is so miserable.

"Gu Qingci, well, it's okay. Zhang Lin praised Gu Qingci's name perfunctorily, and then asked, "What stage is your strength, and how many basic lines have you mastered?"

"Not long after I practiced the second stage, I had mastered thousands of basic patterns. Gu Qing carefully considered his words.

"It's not bad. Zhang Lin reluctantly squeezed out a symbolic appreciation, and he said: "Our tattoo hall is different from others, there are not so many stinky rules, you can carve it as soon as you come in." The words are full of impatience.

Speaking of this, Zhang Lin stroked his beard, with indescribable pride in his expression.

As soon as you come in, you can carve the pattern? Gu Qingci glanced at the stones in the main hall and asked, "Senior Zhang, how do you carve the pattern?"

"You've just entered the Temple of Tattoos, and of course you're carving on these ores. ”

"So what about the next stage?" Gu Qingci asked again.

"Young man, don't be too ambitious, just one stone carving is enough for you to explore for a lifetime. Zhang Lin posed as a senior master, and said bitterly.

It's just that his appearance can only be called a senior, and he can't afford to be a master.

When Gu Qingci heard him say this, he immediately understood that the work of the tattoo hall was to carve stones endlessly......

But it's right to think about it, the most common uses of the pattern, the talisman and the formation have independent departments, and this Zhang Lin is not like a person who can draw patterns in the void, so there are only methods such as ore carving.

"Senior, I want to ask, is there a tattoo hall in the inner courtyard?"

Zhang Lin snorted coldly: "Gu Qingci, you kid just came to the Tattoo Hall and thought about the inner courtyard, how can you practice the tattoo in this state of mind? ”

"Look!"

Picking up a fist-sized piece of gray ore, Zhang Lin began to show Gu Qingci how to engrave.

He held a small blade, the light between the blades flashed with qi, and in the flickering blade, gray ore fragments flew one after another, and the technique was very skillful, and it seemed that a pattern was about to be carved.

However, in the last few knives, Zhang Lin's hand trembled, and this piece of ore was carved for him.

Making a fool of himself in front of a junior, Zhang Lin suddenly felt that his old face was red, and his face was dull, so he picked up the second piece of ore and continued to carve.

Click, this time, the ore was directly carved by him.

Just as he was about to make persistent efforts and persevere, Gu Qingci interrupted him: "Senior, I already know how to carve." ”

Just kidding, when this old guy finishes carving a successful one, he can't wait until dark.

"You will, you will be a yarn. Zhang Lin scolded with wide eyes.

Gu Qingci directly picked up a piece of ore, held the blade in his right hand, and in a short time, a complete pattern was carved.

Zhang Lin's old face flushed, and he felt that he couldn't get mixed up in the Wendian anymore.

"From today on, you will be the one who picks the beams of the Tattoo Palace. He said solemnly.

"I have been practicing in the Tattoo Hall for decades, and my hands and feet are already unfavorable, and I am not up to the noble task of the Tattoo Palace, and this burden can only be handled by a genius boy like you. Zhang Lin sighed.

Gu Qingci looked at him expressionlessly: "Senior, do you mean that from now on, all the work of the tattoo hall will be done by me?"

"Am I that kind of person? What do you think of me?" Zhang Lin was furious.

"I can still do a small part of the task of the temple tattoo, such as a tenth. He said without blushing.