Seeing Deng Xinhong's praise for Zong Xiu's fire spirit pattern, Zang Long was very moved in his heart, taking advantage of the good atmosphere, he also handed the hammer behind his back to Zong Xiu, and said: "Senior Brother Zong, please also attach the fire spirit pattern to my stone hammer." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Zang Long has a rough appearance, but he seems to have a dull temperament, not as active as Deng Xinhong, and his speech is a bit urn-like.

Zong Xiu didn't say much, took the hammer, observed it carefully, and then picked up the pen and drew it.

When drawing the spirit pattern, the requirements for the person who draws it are extremely high, not only to master the spirit pattern drawing skills, but also to control the stability of the spiritual input all the time, which requires full dedication, not the slightest sloppiness. But for others, the drawing process is really boring.

Miao Ji watched it for a while and left by herself, and as soon as Hanjiang Yusuo saw that Miao Ji was leaving, he immediately followed and left. Deng Xinhong said that he wanted to try the magic weapon, arched his hand to Zong Xiu, and went out with him.

Zang Long is coarse, and he couldn't stay still, but this is his magic weapon, he can't go away, and he can't let go of his heart. Zuo Qingwen was originally a person who had studied the drawing of spiritual patterns, and she watched the boring parts of others during the period, but she watched them with relish, and sometimes even felt that she could be quite inspired by the drawing techniques of a novice Zong Xiu.

Time passed without stopping, and by the time Zong Xiu had finished drawing, it was already dark.

Zong Xiu drew a total of six fire spirit patterns on the gravel hammer, Zang Long took the hammer, looked at the place where the spirit patterns were drawn with fireflies red light, his face was happy, and he said, "Senior Sect Brother, I'm really troublesome to you." ”

Then he took out a spirit stone from his body, handed it to Zong Xiu, and said, "This is the reward for my junior brother." ”

Zong Xiu didn't think about asking for compensation, and from Deng Xinhong's previous words, he knew that a spirit stone could draw ten spirit patterns, so he said: "No, you can't use so much." ”

"How can this work, it's better to give it to the junior brother first, and then deduct it for me when I find the junior brother to draw the spirit pattern in the future. ”

"Not this time, I'll talk about it later. ”

Zong Xiu doesn't like the feeling of owing people, and with the complicated relationship between him and Miao Ji, Zong Xiu feels that one more spirit stone may not be good, and one less spirit stone may not be bad, and it doesn't matter to him whether it is more or less.

Seeing that Zong Xiu insisted, Zang Long took the opportunity to put the spirit stone back in his arms, thanked Zong Xiu again and again, and then left happily with a gravel hammer. For him, every spirit stone is extremely precious, and now he can save one to naturally rejoice in his heart.

Now that only Zhou Shirui and Zuo Qingwen are still here, Zong Xiu stretched out his hand and said to Zhou Shirui: "Bring it to me." ”

Zhou Shirui was stunned for a moment, and wondered: "What?"

"You're not going to draw a spirit pattern for a magic weapon?"

Zhou Shirui was a little embarrassed and said in a low voice: "I...... There are no magic weapons. ”

Miao Ji and Zuo Qingwen are good among the outer disciples of the Spirit Control Sect, there are demon beasts and magic weapons, compared to them, there are too many outer disciples whose cultivation path can only be described as embarrassing, for example, Deng Xinhong and Zang Long have no demon beasts, and like Zhou Shirui, although he got a gopher by chance, he didn't have a spirit stone to buy a worthy magic weapon.

Zong Xiu said strangely: "Then what are you doing staying here?"

Zhou Shirui thought that Zong Xiu was blaming her, she knew that there were many people who didn't like to be surrounded by unrelated people during the process of drawing spirit patterns, and her cheeks suddenly turned red, and she said, "I'm sorry...... I didn't mean to. ”

Zong Xiu felt inexplicable, Zuo Qingwen had been with Zong Xiu for a while, and she knew Zong Xiu's character, so she comforted her: "Senior Sister Zhou, Senior Brother Zong doesn't mean to blame you, he has always spoken like this." ”

As soon as he heard Zuo Qingwen's words, Zong Xiu felt even more strange: "Didn't I just ask what I was doing here?

Zhou Shirui knew that she was thinking about it, and suddenly felt embarrassed, and saw that Zong Xiu had always had this expression, and it really didn't look like she was angry, and she secretly put her heart at ease.

"I couldn't learn to draw spirit patterns before, and I spent spirit stones, so I gave up later. I saw that Senior Brother Zong's spirit pattern drawing technique was exquisite, so I wanted to wait and see more. ”

"Senior Brother?"

It was the first time that Zong Xiu had heard someone call him Senior Brother, and Zuo Qingwen was also very happy, and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Zhou, you are calling him the wrong name." The sect master is the door that entered when the mountain gate opened this year, and it was only a month to enter the door, and you entered the door in the last session, and there was a difference of three years in the middle. ”

This time it was Zhou Shirui's turn to be surprised, she saw that although Zong Xiu didn't look very old, the sect was used to ranking according to the entry time or cultivation level. It's like she is the same age as Zuo Qingwen, but Zuo Qingwen grew up in the mountain gate since she was a child, she entered the sect very early, and now she has reached the eighth layer of the Qi Induction Realm, and she was already seventeen years old when she started, and now she is only a fourth-layer Qi Induction Realm cultivator, so naturally Zuo Qingwen is her senior sister.

Zhou Shirui saw that Zong Xiu's spirit pattern drawing skills were excellent, and thought that he must be a senior brother who had been in the business for a long time, but he didn't expect that he had just started for a month, how could he not be surprised?

Zhou Shirui's heart was complicated, and when he finally spoke, he could only praise: "Grandmaster is really a good talent, which is enviable." ”

Zuo Qingwen looked very happy and said, "Yes, anyway, I haven't seen anyone with the talent of a junior brother in spirit pattern drawing." Others have just started, and they can't even send out their spiritual power, let alone reach the point where they can control themselves freely. By the way, junior brother has just started, how can he use so much spiritual power?"

Because of the cultivation of the art of breathing, Zong Xiu looked unremarkable, as if he had just entered the Qi Cultivation Realm. Miao Ji didn't explain the situation to Zuo Qingwen, but she didn't expect Zuo Qingwen to think about asking now, Zong Xiu was thinking of a suitable reason to prevaricate the past, and the surroundings that had been dark suddenly released a soft light.

Zuo Qingwen explained: "At this time, the camp formation has set up the Mingguang technique, junior brother, let's go out, it will be very lively later." ”

After such a break, I suddenly forgot the original topic.

Zong Xiuzheng was happy and didn't have to think of a reason, and he was not interested in the so-called excitement, so he said: "I'm sleepy, you guys go." ”

Zuo Qingwen let out an "oh" and said, "I forgot that my junior brother is drawing spirit patterns in a row, it's really energy-consuming, so let's have a good rest, and we won't bother." ”

Zong Xiu hummed, and Zuo Qingwen pulled Zhou Shirui out.

After they left, Jong-su stood in the room, looking out. The people who had gone to Rift Dale returned one after another, and the entire beast hunter camp seemed to be lively.

Zong Xiu didn't even have to go out, he could hear all kinds of voices coming from afar, and he could also see the different expressions of different people. There were those who rejoiced and rejoiced, those who encountered ferocious monsters and were seriously injured, those who were in groups of three or five, those who were alone, those who looked around with vigilant eyes, and those who shouted loudly, as if to make everyone notice his presence.

Zong Xiu closed the door and sat cross-legged on the bed, suddenly an inexplicable emotion came to his heart.

It's his sixteenth birthday, does anyone remember?