Taking out the Four Hours Book from her arms, the old cover was the same as before, and it had not changed in the slightest due to her refining. When you open the cover, you can see the difference from the original.

Salamander swirl.

The inky black handwriting seems to be branded with flames, which looks ordinary at first, but after looking at it for a long time, it will give birth to a whirlpool, so that people can't take their eyes off.

Xie Wenxin didn't know why he just led the suspected water of the Nine Abysses into it, and the name of the water appeared in the Four Seasons Book on its own, which was probably one of the uses of the Four Seasons Book.

But Xie Wenxin sent the aura in, but the name of the aura did not appear.

The book of four o'clock is too mysterious, and she has not understood it for a long time. She has only refined a corner of this book, which is tantamount to a drop in the ocean for the whole book. Recalling the eternal aura that was enough to shock her with just one glance that day, her heart couldn't help but jump a few times.

What exactly is this book...... What's the secret......

Putting aside all the suspicions in his heart, Xie Wenxin reached out.

A glimmer of light illuminates the entire inner room. Each inner room of the building ship is equipped with a formation, which can prevent others from visiting. The interior layout is also exquisite and generous, and the tables and chairs are not superfluously decorated, which is more appropriate.

Seeing the slight knowledge, this Yunzhou is really extraordinary.

The glimmer of light faded, and a pale charm faintly appeared, and the next moment it disappeared without a trace, and the light and shadow dimmed.

"Failed again. ”

fell into Xie Wenxin's expectations.

This is the sigil she transformed when she imitated the Xuan Jue when she was not condensing the Dao Seed. The secret has long been imprinted in her soul, and every stroke of the rune is extremely clear. However, the qi of creation is too wandering, and she uses the aura to assist, and it is common for her to fail.

Xie Wenxin looked at the aura scattered in his hand and thought thoughtfully.

......

At the beginning of Mao, the number of people in front of the Zuiyun Xuan Gate did not decrease, and most of the monks gathered in groups.

"Immortal Chief, are you going to the private room or the lobby?" Drunken Yunxuan's Xiao Er is just an ordinary body cultivator, looking at the dusty woman in front of him, he can't see the other party's cultivation, he only feels like a spring breeze, which makes people feel good.

"You have sorrow. "The woman was about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in pure white gauze and covered with a veil of the same color. The tone is ethereal, but it makes people can't help but listen to their hearts.

Xiao Er was stunned when he heard this. Then he said with a smile on his face: "Where does the fairy say, in our Drunken Cloud Xuan, it is a blessing to be able to see the immortal chief......

"Ten thousand dry intestines, and send light sorrow. ”

As if whispering in his ear, the woman's unveiled eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, and Xiao Er only felt that he was shrouded in a huge aura, like a dense net, slowly grasping his heart.

"Your helplessness, your sorrow, is not as good as ...... Leave it all to me......"

Xiao Er's eyes couldn't help but widen, and beads of sweat were oozing from his forehead.

He only felt like a floating boat on the sea, everything around him was far away from him, and the person in front of him was his only salvation.

"Good......" his voice trembled.

Feeling that Xiao Er had an untraceable connection with himself, the woman smiled triumphantly under the veil. At this very moment-

"Amitabha. This must be the benefactor of the Great Yan Divine Sect?" Drunken Yunxuan walked into the door of a small novice, not tall, with a resolute face.

The voice was clear and neutral, and Xiao Er regained his clarity in a trance. Although I was surprised in my heart, I seemed to have lost my mind......

“...... Not bad. The spell was interrupted, and the connection was lost. The veiled woman glanced at Xiao Shami, displeasure flashed in her eyes, and she snorted lightly: "The Great Yan Divine Sect Yi Xin." ”

She only introduced herself, but did not ask the other person. Obviously, he knows the origin of the other party, but he is reluctant to talk.

"If the little monk is not mistaken, is it the donor who has taken the initiative to use the magic of divine guidance on this caster?" said Shami, with obvious disapproval on his face.

The technique of divine guidance is the method of Shinto forcibly collecting believers, but Yunzhou is an immortal state, and this technique is forbidden.

The veiled woman frowned, stopped, and turned to look at the other party.

After going down the mountain, he used the magic technique for the first time, and Yi Xin was originally a little flustered. She knew that Yunzhou couldn't use the magic of divine induction, but she was itchy for a while, and wanted to see how much she had learned this technique. I didn't expect to be broken, and I was still a little bald donkey.

The gods and Buddhas have never been clear, so she had to grit her teeth and say: "Your little monk's cultivation is not high, and his eyes are not very good." I'm just talking to this little second brother for a few words......"

She looked at the little two with a warning in her eyes. Xiao Er wiped the beads of sweat from the corners of his forehead, his eyes wandered between the two, no one dared to offend, so he had to play a round and said: "The two of you dissipate your anger, why don't you drink a cup of our Yunxuan Yunxuan tea......"

The little monk was not mistaken. Yuan Qi's clear eyes looked at Xiao Er, not understanding why the other party was lying, but still insisting on his own judgment.

Yi Xin flicked his cuffs and sneered: "You said that I used the Divine Channeling Technique, do you have a certificate?"

......" Xiao Shami obviously had never encountered such a situation, and his brows were furrowed: "Lies are karma, why should the benefactor force karma for this?"

"Heh......" Yi Xin's heart was already uneasy, and his tone was not good: "I have my own practice in Shinto, where did I get the gratuitous karmic results of cultivation......? casually slandering my Divine Sect disciples, and I am not afraid of going to hell with my tongue pulled......"

Yuan Qi saw that the other party had no intention of repenting, and he also beat her up, but he was bound to reason with her.

Although the voices of the two were not loud, they were conspicuous at the door of this Drunken Cloud Xuan. Someone in the lobby noticed the dispute between the two, and a young Confucian came over.

"Miss Yi Xin. The person who came first arched his hand to Yi Xin.

"Young Master Qiu. Yi Xin saw the autumn pillow cold, and his heart was certain. Confucianism and Dayan Divine Sect have always been good friends, and now they don't have to be entangled by this nasty novice anymore.

"Little Master Yuanqi. Qiu Zhenhan obviously recognized Shami, gave a salute, and said with a smile: "This Yixin girl is an old friend." Fang Cai, just joking with this little brother. If there is something offended, it will be compensated in the next generation. ”

He confessed gently, and Xiao Er, who was watching him, was flattered, looked at the Dan bottle handed over by the other party, and hurriedly waved his hand to refuse.

"This is the Tiger Bone Pill, which is used by the little brother to suppress the shock. Please also ask the little brother not to shirk. "The autumn pillow is already a complete foundation, and in the face of the rough forging body, Xiao Er, who speaks is also approachable.

Hearing the Tiger Bone Pill, greed flashed in Xiao Er's eyes. Seeing that the other party smiled, he gritted his teeth and took it gratefully.

Seeing this, Yuan Qi sighed lightly.

In the corner on the side, Xie Wenxin took in the scene.

Drinking lightly the drunken immortal brew in his mouth, which is known as improving his cultivation. A sip of cold into the stomach, as if guided by the spirit of wine, the aura jumped.

Cultivation has indeed risen a little, but not much. If you want to drink this wine every day and practice, I am afraid that you will already be poor.

After tasting the sweetness in his mouth, Xie Wenxin was in the mood to say to the Heavenly Demon: "Shinto and Buddhism, it seems to be ...... Not very friendly. ”

Na Yi Xin obviously saw that Yuan Qi was a disciple of the Pure World Zen Sect, but he still spoke without emotion.

"It's not because of the dispute between Buddha and Confucianism. "The Heavenly Demon is much more comfortable in Yunzhou than in the sect, and Xie Wenxin Xuanjue has reached the second layer, and there is a lot more qi to create and transform that can be divided.

"Bookmark for easy reading"