readx;“ His soul is also ......" A mantra was read out of the mouth of the Immortal Pupil Daoist, Jiang Huai heard it clearly this time, and he silently memorized the mantra of the Immortal Pupil Daoist. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After the Immortal Pupil Daoist finished reading, he stood on top of the pavilion with his hands in his hands, his eyes were full of hope, and he said to himself in his heart: "With the Little Mi Soul Formation, the chance of getting that thing will be greatly increased, so my arrangements in the past few years have not been in vain." ”

The immortal pupil Taoist looked at Jiang Huai who closed his eyes, he took out a pillar of incense, and reached out to light the pillar of incense.

Cigarette smoke rose in the gloomy sky, and it fluttered incessantly. A little red fire glows brightly, like a dream deep in my heart.

The incense burned very slowly, and after a while, Jiang Huai opened his eyes, he looked at the immortal pupil Taoist, and whispered the words: "The soul of the other is ......"

Word by word, the tone is frustrated. After Jiang Huai recited it, the Immortal Pupil Daoist nodded, he squinted his eyes, and there was a hint of a smile on his face: "This is a mantra of Xiao Mi Soul Decision, and Xiao Mi Soul Decision is the password to control Xiao Mi Soul Array." And the Little Mi Soul Array is the most powerful means for you to hide your heart. ”

"Xiao Mi Soul Array??" Jiang Huai asked suspiciously, he noticed what the Immortal Pupil Daoist said, "You."

Immortal Pupil Daoist nodded, "You will go with your senior brothers, they will go out to practice at this moment, and come back at the end of the year, when the time comes, the teacher will personally train you, so that you can maximize the power of the Little Mi Soul Formation." ”

Jiang Huai's eyes flashed, and he knew in his heart that this time he went to hide his heart, he should not be the main force, the main force should be the senior brothers he had never met.

"Okay, the main reason I saw you today is to let you realize the Tao Essence, but it's a pity, it's a pity. The Immortal Pupil Daoist said with a look of pity, if he can comprehend things with scales and claws, his strength will be greatly improved.

Hearing this, the Immortal Pupil Daoist was embarrassed, he could only scratch his head and apologize in a low voice: "The disciple is stupid and failed to comprehend." ”

"You go back, don't take pills, you must consolidate your strength, you don't have to participate in the big competition at the end of the year, cultivate well, I will inform you when the time comes." The Immortal Pupil Daoist waved his hand, he looked up at the gloomy sky, and turned to leave.

Jiang Huai hurriedly said yes, and after he waited for the Immortal Pupil Daoist to leave, he also left slowly.

"Since the master said that he would not let me participate in the big competition, then I meditated to improve my strength. Jiang Huai understood what he was going to do, and he returned to his house and sat cross-legged.

"Speaking of which, I have entered the middle stage of condensation, and the house can be replaced with a better one, at least one house with a concentrating array. The monthly salary should also be improved, and you can also receive a flying sword. Jiang Huai suddenly thought that he hadn't received his own benefits for a long time.

"Forget it, breaking through to the sixth layer of condensation in a year will cause some trouble, although I am not afraid of trouble, but I hate it, and besides, the sixth layer of condensation to receive benefits is just a pill and some spirit stones. As for the house, when I got back, I was looking for a precious house. Jiang Huai thought about it, then gave up this idea, he calmed down and began to cultivate.

The slightest rain and the twilight are heavy. The autumn elves seemed to inhabit the Fu Lin Pavilion, and the breeze was mixed with a hint of chill, and the drizzle turned the leaves yellow, driving the summer away.

This is a rainy season, the weather is cloudy for many days, the sun is not visible, the clouds are thick, and the rain is soft. Jiang Huai walked in the streets and alleys with an oil-paper umbrella, and the light rain hit the umbrella, splashing small water droplets, like the artistic conception in the painting in the distant Jiangnan.

"The small bridge and flowing water Xie Xinju, under the Bodhi tree, how to look back, ask the sunset warm. In the painting, the sky is curled and the clouds are curled, and the Kunpeng is on his back, meaning leisurely and sighing for the love of the world. Jiang Huai muttered, he suddenly smiled, but his expression was sad: "After a long time, people have also integrated into the world." What is different in the previous life, it is difficult to be at peace in this life. ”

Jiang Huai threw away the oil-paper umbrella, he walked in the drizzle, and his thoughts were recalled for a long time.

"I seem to have gone back to a long time ago, that sentimental person, that literary teenager. It's a pity that everything is beautiful, everything is like a memory in the book. Jiang Huai said mockingly, and suddenly he was stunned, and a light flashed in his mind.

"Everything is like a memory in the scroll, understand, it turns out that this is the case, the spell of the "Scroll" seems to be a life process. Jiang Huai's eyes burst into bright light. During this period of rainy season, he was rarely idle, and when he went out and walked around, he suddenly felt that he seemed to touch the true meaning of "Scroll".

"It's true that everyone is looking for him thousands of times, and when they look back, the man is in the dim light. Jiang Huai laughed, he hurriedly returned to his house, and with the feeling in his heart, he began to comprehend the "Scroll"

"It's better to read 10,000 books than to travel a thousand miles.

Shake your head and chant ancient poems, and pick up your pen to make poems.

Ambitious, but invincible, drifting through wind and rain. Jiang Huai's heart became brighter and brighter, and if he comprehended the true meaning of the technique, then the technique would not be a problem.

"Qingfeng, Lanyue, Ancient Death?" Jiang Huai had already realized in his heart, with excitement in his eyes, he lowered his voice and said: "I got the "Scroll" from Qingxuan's ghost, he was originally a scholar who was in a hurry to take the exam, and this "Scroll" is a portrayal of his life. ”

"It's better to read 10,000 books than to travel a thousand miles. Jiang Huai read softly, and with a moment of inspiration, he had already touched the true meaning of the "Scroll".

"The ancients Zeng Yun: 'Read 10,000 books, travel 10,000 miles.' Qingxuan's own realization is the first form of "Scrolls", and it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books. As soon as Jiang Huai finished speaking, his eyes froze, and he shouted softly: "Qingfeng." ”

At this moment, the true qi in Jiang Huai's body surged wildly, and as soon as he pointed ahead, a huge wind roll formed, the wind roll carried an icy chill, and the house where Jiang Huai lived still collapsed with a roar.

"Ah, my house. Jiang Huai was dumbfounded, at this moment, half of his true qi had been consumed, and the destructive power caused was also very powerful.

"I'm just a preliminary master, and I have such a great power, this 'Scroll' spell is really extraordinary. Jiang Huai couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw that the house was damaged, the formation of the house was only external, not internal. It wasn't the first time he had experimented with a spell in his house, but it was the first time he had destroyed it like this.

"Restore your true qi first, and try them all while you are inspired at the moment. "Jiang Huai no longer cares about the problem of the house, this opportunity for an epiphany is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if you miss it, I'm afraid there will be no more.

"Shake your head and chant ancient poems, and pick up your pen to make poems. Jiang Huai silently recited the second form of the "Scroll" in his heart, and he slowly figured it out and realized the meaning of this sentence.

This sentence should mean that he has already achieved something at the moment, and he only needs to prove himself with fame. "Jiang Huai's ancient writing is not very good, although he has been here for more than a year, but the way he speaks is still a little different.

"And the second form of the "Scroll" is Lanyue, is the moon?" Jiang Huai carefully analyzed, for a moment, his eyes lit up, he first restored his true qi to its peak, and then shouted angrily: "Lanyue!"

As soon as Jiang Huai's words fell, a huge, bright crescent moon descended, and as soon as this moon appeared, Jiang Huai felt a huge sense of crisis from above. His face changed, he resisted his feeling of weakness, and hurriedly ran out of his house.

"Boom!" a loud roar accompanied by a dazzling light. Jiang Huai suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, with a hint of fear on his face.

"It's too powerful, isn't it? Jiang Huai had an excited smile on his face, this style not only hollowed out all his true qi, but also reduced his soul power by two layers.

"Hahaha, I actually comprehended such a powerful spell, hahaha. There was blood flowing from the corners of Jiang Huai's mouth, but he didn't care, he couldn't stop smirking at the moment.

After laughing for a long time, Jiang Huai walked out of his smugness, and only then did he notice that there was an old man not far from him.

"That spell just now, was it you cast?" The old man's face was full of surprise, the power of the style just now was almost comparable to the full force of the eighth layer of condensing qi, was that really the little guy in front of him cast.

As the old man spoke, several people walked out of the surrounding houses one after another, and they all looked at Jiang Huai from a distance with horror and respect in their eyes.

"Senior, it was performed by the juniors, and the juniors got a new spell, so they couldn't help but experiment with it. Jiang Huai looked at the old man who helped him stop Yong'an Xin that day, and immediately said respectfully, if it weren't for this old man, Yong'an Xin would probably kill him directly that day, instead of going to the life and death platform on the north bank of Tibet to fight with Yong'an Feng.

The old man was surprised, he glanced at Jiang Huai meaningfully, and said with a smile: "Repair the house, five lower grade spirit stones, you pay them first." ”

"Five!" Jiang Huai's eyes widened, "Can I find someone to fix it myself?" ”

"No, I haven't counted the money you paid for the destruction of public property. The old man rolled his eyes, he watched Jiang Huai hesitantly take out five spirit stones, and directly reached out and took them away. He looked satisfied, turned around and left: "Next time you practice spells, don't cultivate in the house anymore, if you don't stop, the things you destroy will be doubled." ”

Jiang Huai rolled his eyes, and after he waited for the old man to leave, a smug smile appeared on his face: "The second form of the "Scroll" is so terrifying, then the third form is probably even more terrifying. ”

"It's a pity that the powerful ghost Qingxuan didn't use the third form. Jiang Huai sighed, he found that the effect he used was not the same as that of the ghost: "The true qi I use, the ghost qi he uses, it should be different." ”

Jiang Huai stood outside and waited, and after a while, the old man sent some attendants and began to repair the house.

These acolytes all carried some rune paper, and they were as light as swallows and as big as oxen. In just one afternoon, the house was built.

Jiang Huai sighed, he entered the new house, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to recover his true qi.

Cultivation has no years, but in the blink of an eye. Frost and fog fall, ice and snow are abundant, and the city is covered with snow and cold.

Autumn turns to winter, and there is a chill in the air. Jiang Huai looked at the silver-clad Fu Lin Pavilion, and then knew that the New Year was coming......