Putting this aside, Wang Xiaokan turned the page to the page where he had recorded before, and began to hammer and identify the tortured pages again. Moreover, after reading every few pages, he habitually looked up at the water mirror, for fear of missing the hourglass.

In this way, Wang Xiaokan carefully turned over most of the handwriting in his hand, and before the little puppet in the water mirror could tell the time, he discovered the mystery in the handwriting first.

"Haha, I found it, I found it. Wang Xiaokan was overjoyed, holding his handwriting and shouting excitedly, "The emperor lives up to his hard work." ”

It turned out that the disciple had other things in his notes, and in this way, it should also be paper, but it was different from the paper on which he took notes. This paper material is thinner and more beautiful.

And, as if afraid that others would find out, he carefully cut the paper to the size of the paper used for the notes, and the creases and bindings were so tightly knit that if you didn't look closely, you would definitely ignore the past.

"It's so mysterious, I'll let you show your true face today, haha. Wang Xiaokan touched his chin, his eyes flashed, and he smiled: "Let me see, what secrets are you hiding that you can't see people with such painstaking efforts?"

He condensed a piece of wood spiritual power from his fingers, and then controlled it to conjure up an extremely thin blade. "Well, that's good. Wang Xiaokan stroked the small green blade, which was no more than half an index finger long, and bowed his head in satisfaction.

Then, he pinched the blade, carefully approached the adhesive of the paper, and swiped lightly, but there was not even a scratch left.

"It's strange, it's so tight. Wang Xiaokan complained casually, then applied three points of force, and then slashed. This time, there was a shallow transparent scratch, but he still couldn't pull the paper out.

Helpless, Wang Xiaokan could only add five more points, which completely separated the two. In the same way, he cut all the pages and laid them flat on the floor, page by page.

Wang Xiaokan looked at the paper twice, but he didn't see what material it was made of. He touched his chin a little annoyedly, and summoned his blade back by the way.

However, I don't know if he had just used too much wood spirit power, so that the mental power was consumed too much, he felt as if his head had been pricked by a needle, and he was dizzy for a while. When he opened his eyes, he found that the blades flying over the papers were unstable and had slipped down abruptly. Even if Wang Xiaokan tried his best to control it, he couldn't recall it.

This change made his eyes widen, and he stood up quickly, and before he could walk over, he saw the green light in front of him, and all the paper figures could not be seen clearly.

"What's going on?" Wang Xiaokan scratched his head a little inexplicably, looking puzzled. It's just that before he went to find out, he only heard the sound of the drum, and the dull sound of "dong dong" made Wang Xiaokan reflexively look back, only to see the sound of the puppet beating the drum on his side, it turned out that an hour had passed in the space.

Seeing this, Wang Xiaokan hurriedly went to look at the water mirror, wanting to know how long it had been outside the space now. "A cup of tea, isn't it, it's only a cup of tea time outside?" When Wang Xiaokan saw the time referred to in the timetable, he almost jumped up with joy, "An hour is the time of four incense sticks, that is, the time of eight teas." God, the ratio of time inside and outside space is actually one to eight! Haha, one to eight!"

In other words, he stayed in the space for eight days, and only one day outside the space passed. After such a long time, how could Wang Xiaokan not be excited?

Before his joy could dissipate, a bucket of cold water next to him was poured down unexpectedly, only to see Kang walking over with elegant steps when he woke up, and shouted to him: "What is there to be excited about one to eight? Do you know that when the Frost Lotus Ring was first made, the ratio between the inside and outside of the space was one to the next! If it weren't for the fact that your cultivation was too low, which restricted the growth of the Frost Lotus Ring, how could it be so useless?"

Hearing this, the joy on Wang Xiaokan's face fell, he pursed his lips, and said lightly: "Heh, what kind of cultivation did you have when the old head of the Great Dao Gate made the Frost Lotus Ring, and what kind of cultivation do I have now?"

As he spoke, he seemed to remember something, and his eyes burst into fanatical flames, and he hurriedly said, "Listen to what you mean, the proportion of time in the Frost Lotus Ring changes according to the cultivation of the person holding the ring, right?

When Kang saw him so stupid, he rolled his eyes a little speechlessly, pulled the corners of his mouth, snorted from his nostrils, and said disdainfully: "You only know?"

Wang Xiaokan didn't bother to care about its rudeness at this time, he was already stunned by a huge pie, and it was still a solid pie!

"Great, with such an ultimate nirvana, I can also pile up the cultivation. Wang Xiaokan roared, and the smile on his face couldn't be stopped.

When Kang Sheng was afraid that he would slack off on his cultivation because of this, he hurriedly said, "Don't be too happy, how can there be such a good thing in this world? If your cultivation speed disagrees with the Frost Lotus Ring, it has the right not to open it to you." ”

Hearing this, Wang Xiaokan's face was full of joy before he accepted it, he waved his hand, and said with a nonchalant expression: "Don't worry, I will definitely work hard to cultivate." "Even if it's for the sake of your own face, can't you stop cultivating?

Since the proportion of time inside and outside the space has been measured, Wang Xiaokan is too lazy to care about the hourglass in front of him. He turned his mind back to the strange pieces of paper he had been waiting for.

But when he looked back, he was surprised to find that the green light was gone, and the paper was quietly laid on the ground, as if the strange thing he had seen before was just a dream.

"Hey, isn't this a gold leaf book?" When Kang's curious question pulled Wang Xiaokan's thoughts back, he walked over and carefully examined the papers, only to find that they were no longer what he had seen before, but a kind of paper that was as thin as a cicada's wings and glowed with golden light.

Wang Xiaokan curiously picked up a sheet and touched it, only to see that although it was full of words, it was still smooth and transparent, and the ink fragrance was very strong, as if it had just been written. He pinched the paper and turned his head sideways to ask Dang Kang, who was lying over: "You say, this is the gold leaf book?"

Wang Xiaokan is no stranger to the name gold leaf book. He had the good fortune to find this name in those documents several times, but it was inevitably accompanied by some praise, what gold leaf books are good on paper and can be preserved for thousands of years, what gold leaf books are soft and warm to the touch, and what gold leaf books are smooth and fragrant......