Shen Yun was a little surprised, after all, Xue Ling was in his impression that he would hardly be willing to play around others unless he spoke.

Of course, it was mainly him, who didn't notice the look of the middle-aged scribe.

"Senior, her name is Xue Ling, she is more ......"

Shen Yun didn't finish his words, and the middle-aged scribe at this time, his eyes were a little confused, and he muttered, "Xue Ling...... Could it be that there is a destiny in the dark? ”

"Chirp. ”

If someone was on the side at this time, they would find that Shen Yun's time seemed to be frozen, and his mouth was still maintained, and his posture and demeanor when he spoke just now were motionless.

Obviously, the middle-aged scribe and Xue Ling were not affected in any way.

The middle-aged scribe's eyes were gentle, and he looked at Xue Ling's lips moving slightly, as if he was saying something to Xue Ling, and Xue Ling also responded with a few clear sounds from time to time, and occasionally tilted his little head, thinking for a moment before answering.

The middle-aged scribe sometimes frowned, sometimes pondered...... Finally, he looked up at the sky, and his deep gaze seemed to be able to see through the sky at a glance.

sighed lightly, turned his head to look at Shen Yun, who maintained the posture just now, shook his head gently, and said lightly: "If one day, he dies, I will pick you up again." ”

"Chirp. Xue Ling's little face was a little disapproving.

"Haha, that's for the best. ”

The middle-aged scribe laughed, and was full of pampering, looked at Xue Ling, opened his mouth, and a very holy milky white ball of light slowly flew out.

Under the curious gaze of the little fox, shrouded in the past, Xue Ling closed his eyes and fell asleep in a flash.

“...... ......"Shen Yun didn't notice that his time was frozen in part, and he continued to speak.

It's just that I found out that Xue Ling fell asleep again, although it was strange how Xue Ling slept so fast, but Xue Ling at this time was naturally not stubborn, and couldn't help but sneer.

The middle-aged scribe's gaze did not leave Xue Ling, but said lightly: "Your name is Shen Yun, right, the exercises are a little worse." ”

Shen Yun was taken aback, could it be that the other party could see what exercises he was cultivating at a glance?

Fortunately, the other party's tone was kind, and he had just helped him break through the bottleneck, so he respectfully thanked: "The junior really plans to change the practice in the future, thank you for the senior's advice." ”

The middle-aged scribe in front of him looked like a mortal.

The strange thing is that the eyes can see it, but the divine sense probes, as if this person does not exist at all.

It was not the first time that Shen Yun had encountered this situation, and the spirit fruit in the Ancient Cultivation Cave Mansion in the Barren Gorge Forest had also given him a similar feeling.

Shen Yun wanted to ask this senior, what the translucent sphere in the dantian was, but another voice kept warning him in his heart to be careful, to be cautious.

The middle-aged scribe turned around at this time, smiled and asked, "Which kind of spell do you perceive?"

"Back to my predecessors, it's a fire-based spell. Shen Yun's heart suddenly rose with a glimmer of hope, his fireball technique was only one step away from Xiao Cheng, but it had been insurmountable.

Later, I was too lazy to practice, and I learned a few more fire-based spells, but without exception, all of them were stuck in the Xiaocheng level.

"In this way, the old man will demonstrate the evolution of fire-based spells, which may be helpful for your future enlightenment. ”

Shen Yun was overjoyed, if he got a little opportunity through the demonstration of the middle-aged scribe, then the fire spell might not be able to break through, so he hurriedly thanked him.

The middle-aged scribe threw the snow spirit in his hand lightly.

The sleeping little fox immediately floated smoothly to the end of the bed, like an invisible hand, supporting her to land slowly.

The middle-aged scribe's eyes were full of love and reluctance, and he took a deep look at Xue Ling, and finally turned into a long sigh.

Then he walked towards the outside of the hut: "Let's go to the courtyard." ”

Shen Yun hurriedly followed.