Ever since Qingjing made these detonation charms, he has been carrying them on his body all the time, thinking about when he can find a remote place to practice!

Because of the recent disappearance of disciples in the black bamboo forest, the elders put aside the matter of grinding ink for a few days, but if it continues to be delayed like this, I am afraid that the ink stored will not be enough to consume, so they can only send more people to improve some efficiency, and this can also be safer.

Qingjing had long had the intention of going to the black bamboo forest to practice the spell, and naturally turned a deaf ear to the elders' advice, if he could find an opportunity to blend in with the ink team, he would naturally have the opportunity to sneak into the depths of the black bamboo forest to test the effect of this detonating spell.

However, this ink research team selects a fixed number of disciples from each academy, once there is one more or one less, you can immediately find out the abnormality, and there is no other way to be pure, and you can only honestly wait for the opportunity to come.

Suddenly, one day, when he was cleaning, he suddenly bumped into a few disciples next to him who were talking about something, and the corners of his mouth curled up in front of them.

Taiyi Pavilion usually relies on the self-consciousness of his disciples, and has never said anything about prohibiting alcohol, but if he delays his business because of drinking, he will still be punished a lot. Qingjing heard that these disciples had drunk too much last night, and one of them had not yet woken up, and now he was missing one of them to study ink and be worried, so he had an idea in his heart.

Several people already have ghosts in their hearts, and they are even more cramped and uneasy to be stared at by Qing Qing with ill intentions at this time, although he is not too old to attract their attention, but a few people have just asked for advice on the problem of Qing Xuan a few days ago, so they are naturally no strangers to him.

Qingjing saw the appearance of several people, so he stepped forward and hooked his shoulders, saying that they were all fellow disciples and naturally had to take care of each other, and he couldn't bear to hear them embarrassed, so he decided to help them make up a number.

Several people were overjoyed when they heard this, but they still cautiously looked back and asked Qingxu if he knew about this?

Qingjing shook his head, saying that Qingxu seemed to have something important recently, and he had been running to the elder's side, and he had no time to take care of himself. These disciples were relieved when they heard this, and told Qingjing that when the roll call was called for a while, they only needed to help open their mouths and promise to deal with the past, and they could go to the side to rest, and when the grinding was over, they would naturally help him bring out a copy.

Qingjing had no intention of grinding ink, and when he heard this, he naturally agreed very much, but his face still made a very embarrassed look, and finally reluctantly agreed.

These disciples did mean what they said, and after the roll call, they really took Qingjing to a secluded place, and left some snacks for him to rest here, and hurriedly went to study the ink.

Qingjing saw that there was no one around, so he casually grabbed the dim sum and secretly fled along the path to the black bamboo forest, and it didn't take long to get into the black bamboo forest.

Because no one had been here for a long time, the weeds under his feet grew almost to the base of his thighs, and Qingjing continued to walk through the weeds, trying to find a flat place. But just as he was slowly moving forward, he suddenly heard a rumbling sound not far away...

Qingjing couldn't help but think to himself: Is this place really haunted? He turned his head to look over there, and his face turned pale for a moment. I saw that the source of the sound was a face even more terrifying than a ghost, and this person rushed forward with a solemn face, not knowing what to do...

Seeing this, Qingjing still had the intention of moving forward, and while he was not noticed by this person, he fled from the black bamboo forest with a crawl, thinking: Didn't the eldest brother go to the elder? What are you doing in the black bamboo forest?

However, the rush of the clear void and the momentum, if he was discovered, he would be miserable, he thought about it for a long time, until several disciples came back to call him, and then he came to his senses and followed back.

He thought that Qingxu would be furious when he came back and found that he was not there, but he didn't expect that he didn't find Qingxu's figure after looking around, until a long time later, he saw the pale Qingxu being carried back.

When he saw Qingxu go to the Black Bamboo Forest, he must have encountered something in the Black Bamboo Forest! But no matter who he asked later, he only got the answer from them, Qingxu was just infected with the wind and cold.

He wanted to knock on the side from Qingxu's mouth, but the latter kept silent about this matter, and from this day on, the eldest brother, who was usually decisive and resolute, became hesitant to deal with things, and even a trivial matter like a fork door at night had to be confirmed several times before he could be relieved.

Qingjing thought that this kind of thing would be erased by time, but the seed of curiosity had already been planted in his heart, and finally one day he couldn't bear it anymore, so he took all the detonation charms and went to the black bamboo forest at night.

The black bamboo forest during the day is already gloomy, and the black bamboo forest at night is even more weird, and there seems to be a monster hidden in each black shadow, ready to appear at any time and devour the purity.

Although Qingjing also had fear in his heart, as soon as he touched the detonation charm in his arms, he would feel a lot more at ease, he shuttled through the black bamboo forest for a long time and did not stop, according to the approximate direction of Qingxu before, and finally saw a bamboo house.

The bamboo house in front of him seemed to be ordinary, but Qingjing always felt that there was an indescribable weirdness in his heart, especially when he thought about it, this bamboo house might be the residence of the culprit who hurt his eldest brother, and his expression became firm, and he took out the detonating charm and came to the bamboo house.

However, after going around for a week, I found that this bamboo house was so tightly knit that I couldn't see the inside at all! And the door of the bamboo house was closed, and there were no footprints left on the ground at the door, so the person must have left long ago.

His eyes sharpened, although he couldn't hurt anyone with his own skills, but he used his "carefully crafted" detonation charm to demolish this bamboo house, but he could also relieve the hatred in his heart a little!

Once these charms explode, not to mention the bamboo house, even the land around the bamboo house will suffer a lot! But if this is the case, it will inevitably cause a loud noise, but as long as it can relieve the hatred of the eldest brother, it can't be so clean!

With a pinch of his fingers, countless red lights instantly lit up on the Dao Detonation Talisman, and then they all made a sizzling sound. The first time he cast the detonation spell had this effect, and Qing Jing's heart was excited, and he quickly covered his ears and retreated into the distance.

After a long time, he still didn't wait for the sound of the explosion to come, and he couldn't help but look around, only to see that the detonating charms might be due to dampness, all of them were emitting white smoke, and most of them had already turned into ashes.

Qingjing cautiously took a closer look, and couldn't help but feel a sense of loss in his heart, but now his revenge plan has failed before he starts, and he can only make plans later!

Just as he was about to turn to leave, he suddenly felt a burst of red light behind him, much stronger than his previous power! He looked behind him expectantly, only to hear a movement not much louder than a fart coming from a spell on the roof. Then I saw a little spark explode from the roof, and it happened to splash down in the center of Qingxu's eyebrows...

Although the white smoke of this spell was much thicker, and even faintly mixed with a little flicker, it was still far from the usual detonation charm. It took a long time for him to make these detonating spells, but instead of having the slightest effect, he also burned off his eyebrows!

Because the eyebrows were burned off very abruptly, Qingxu also doubted him for a while, but Qingjing insisted that he was accidentally left behind when he burned the fire, so that everyone he talked to during that time called himself an eyebrowless path, which became the shadow of his childhood.

However, it is precisely because of this that Qingjing is angry and strives to cultivate hard, and his strength has finally improved by leaps and bounds, especially when he accidentally learned the Blood Ink Forbidden Technique, which is not what it used to be!

In his spare time, Qingjing often takes care of his eyebrows, and even raises the two eyebrows into black and shiny and extremely long, and these slender eyebrows not only cover their scars and "sad past", but also become a sign of purity.

There was even such a funny saying in Taiyi Pavilion: Pure Elder actually cultivates eyebrow magic skills, the longer the eyebrows, the stronger the strength, once he loses his eyebrows, he will become an ordinary person again... Smoke the seven orifices of pure qi.

Now that this old thing has been mentioned by the black bamboo spirit, Qingjing can't help but feel faintly hot on his eyebrows, as if the old wound has recurred, and he can't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into...

"This... Back then... I'm just going to do it, you don't have to take it to heart at all..."Qingjing's face flushed, and he explained weakly.

"To be honest, my generation has long guessed that the benefactor can have today's strength! After all, at that age, the benefactor can control the power of those detonating charms to just ease the prohibition on the bamboo house, and not hurt the bamboo house at all... It's really a bit rare!" the black bamboo spirit praised again and again.

Although Qingjing heard that this black bamboo spirit didn't know that he was not strong back then, he was also a little relieved, but he was so, and he couldn't bear it because he was thick-skinned and big-hearted, especially this black bamboo spirit was a benefactor, and he was a little embarrassed.

"Ahem... The heroes don't mention the courage of the past! There is no need to mention the old things! For so many years, you have secretly used your own cultivation to help me cultivate, and I naturally see it in my eyes... You don't have to worry too much about it!"

Although in the beginning, the Black Bamboo Spirit would make the latter extremely weak every time he used the Pure Body. But after the black bamboo spirit sacrificed itself to save the purity, although it consumed most of the black bamboo poison flocculent, it found that when he was possessed and purified later, because the blood ink forbidden technique fused with the poison floc, the connection with him became extraordinary.

And as the black bamboo spirit absorbed the aura from the black bamboo forest and slowly recovered, Qingjing no longer had the feeling of exhaustion that it had at the beginning.

"No! The benefactor is someone who deserves to be trusted... We have decided! We have told our benefactors everything we know!"