The moon is falling and the sky is full of frost, and it is the middle of winter at this time, and it is the time when the cold is thick.

Feng Qingyang looked up at the waning moon above, as if at this moment, he had already understood.

And Xuan Tianji was deeply imprinted in his mind.

The moon sets, dawn rises, and when the first wisp of purple qi arrives in the local east, Feng Qingyang finally recovers from his distraction, he opens his eyes, and his thoughts seem to want to find the traces of Xuantian Ji last night from the air around him.

"Hallucination?" he muttered, and flew towards the cave he had opened with his head.

Today, his goal was fifty magic-grade fire charms, and although he drew a lot yesterday, it wasn't a full fifty, after all. At the beginning of yesterday, it was already afternoon.

At this time, he concentrated, and his breath suddenly returned to the peak, and he didn't need to make any more preparations, and the lines of the fire charm naturally appeared in his mind.

Take a pen, dip it in ink, and spread yellow paper. As soon as he was ready, he began to swing quickly, and with his wave, the aura that disappeared suddenly appeared in the cave again.

He didn't stop, he didn't seem to know that he was tired, however, today he was not in the same state as yesterday, and it seemed that a conversation last night had made his heart ripple.

And with ripples, there is no longer calm, not calm, then you can't draw the talisman wholeheartedly, although you can't enter the state of epiphany, that is, the unity of heaven and man in the talisman.

But at least his own strength is still there, but this time it is not easy to draw, but there is consumption, and he has been brushing like this, and when a whole step of yellow rune paper has been piled up next to him, he can put down the brush in his hand.

At this time, he seemed to be a little tired and haggard, his face had lost its luster, and he had lost his yesterday state, but his energy was consumed extremely quickly.

Although, although his speed is still fast, it is no longer non-stop.

Sitting cross-legged on the side, his storage ring flashed, and a pile of spirit stones suddenly appeared, at this time it was daytime, and the yin qi was extremely dim, so he could only absorb the spiritual energy.

The 'Taiyin True Sutra' already has the effect of refining all kinds of breath, so when the aura enters the body, it is immediately transformed by it, and then completely absorbed by the body.

The dantian qi rotated, like a star, like a grinding plate, more like a gear, and when it began to rotate, it immediately instilled surging mana into all corners of his body, as well as his tired spirit at this time.

When the spirit stones on the ground were exhausted, Feng Qingyang stood up again, patted the dust on his body, rejuvenated himself, came to the platform, picked up the brush and danced quickly.

All in one go, he is now in one go, drawing dozens of pictures again in one go, and suddenly his energy is exhausted, only to feel that he seems to want to sleep.

Sleep, this time is a very rare word among monks, for whom rest is meditation, and meditation can restore oneself to the fullest.

However, at this time, the wind was clear, but he was tired, and he was a little tired in his heart, not to mention the energy that was about to be exhausted at this time, he thought about giving up, but ...... Giving up represents death in the Black Armor.

Because, without the protection of the fire charm, their own defensive light curtain could not withstand the strange hands in the black fog at all, and only such things could help their lives.

When Feng Qingyang recognized this army in his heart, he said in his heart that if he took them alive, then he naturally had to take them back alive.

Therefore, when he realized that he had recovered, he immediately stood up, dipped the ink again in the ink and drew the symbols, and so on, and when he was tired and rested, he continued to draw the symbols when he had rested enough.

In a whole day, he actually drew fifty pictures, and when today's goal was completed, he suddenly exhaled a long breath, which seemed to be extraordinarily relaxed, because he knew that every good drawing could save a person's life.

When the sun fell, when he was born at the beginning of tomorrow, Feng Qingyang once again put the charm that had been drawn into the storage ring, and then his figure flashed, and suddenly appeared on the mountain last night.

However, when he appeared, he found that the current mountain was no longer his own mountain, but there was another person, and that person was Xuan Tianji!

As if he had known that he would appear again tonight, Xuan Tianji's face did not have a hint of surprise, there was just a touch of depth, like the depth of the vast starry sky.

"Looks like you know I'm going to be here tonight!"

Feng Qingyang's feet moved, and suddenly walked towards Xuantian Ji, the two stood side by side on the mountain, tonight, there seems to be no cold wind last night, so naturally there is no such coldness.

Hearing this, Xuantian Ji pursed her lips and smiled lightly, shook the Xuantian Treasure in her hand at him, and said with a smile: "With the treasure in hand, there is nothing in the world that I don't know." ”

There seemed to be a sense of self-satisfaction between the tones, but there was a strong sense of self-confidence, the Xuantian Treasure Book was not something that this world could have, it was just obtained by the first generation of Skyrim Old Men by chance.

But this is a kind of fate, maybe it can also be called reincarnation, if it wasn't for the first generation of Sky Rim Old Men to obtain it, then today's Xuantian Ji would not be counted as a clear wind.

"Can you count where I'm from?" Coldly, Feng Qingyang suddenly said such a sentence, and at the same time, his eyes were full of folded brilliance, and he looked at Xuan Tianji without blinking.

"I don't know. Xuan Tianji, who was originally chuckling, suddenly restrained her smile, but she also answered extremely simply.

Although the night was long, but there was a beautiful woman beside him, the wind was clear and sitting cross-legged on one side, the breeze was blowing, his red hair rose with the wind in the cold moonlight, but he had already fallen into a deep level of cultivation.

He must cultivate, cultivate all the time, and keep himself at the pinnacle, only in this way can he survive.

When dawn came and when he opened his eyes, the Xuantian Ji beside him had disappeared, as if he was in a hurry like last night, coming and going in a hurry.

Back to the cave, I took the pen and dipped it in ink again, but this time the drawing was particularly smooth, but it was not as emaciated as yesterday, on the contrary, it was a little faster.

When the day passed, he did not rush to put the charm into the storage ring again, but took it in his hand and counted it carefully.

"I actually drew sixty pictures today, which is ...... speed" After counting, he was a little shocked, how could the secret path draw so much.

But then he shook his head again, put it in the storage ring, and flew to the hill again.

Sure enough, when he came again, Xuan Tianji seemed to be waiting here for a long time.

Feeling the aura fluctuation coming from behind him, Xuan Tianji turned around, smiled lightly, and said, "You're here!"

"I'm coming......"