In the next three days, Li Yunxin only did a few ordinary things.

He walked around the streets and alleys in Weicheng and talked to people. Most of the talks were strange stories and the style of the country. It seemed that he wanted to see this world that he had not had time to see before he died.

And because of that night, he had already gained fame in the "upper society" in Weicheng, he would walk to the door when he passed by a wealthy family and say to the doorman, "I am Li Yunxin."

Someone sneered and didn't know who he was, so he walked away.

So when the owner of this family learned about it later, he was glad that his concierge did not know that the man was not well-who would be willing to be involved with the enemy of Langya Cave Heaven?

Some concierges heard the owner talk about this person, and knew that he was an incredible and ominous person, so they rushed to report it. So some people called him sick or said he was not there. Li Yunxin would also walk away by himself.

Some, after all, were timid and came in with a bit of bullet.

Li Yunxin sat down and ate some food, and then drew a painting. As soon as he took action, he was naturally the worst masterpiece.

It was made and left to the family. It only costs 100 taels of silver and will be sent to the Dragon King Temple.

Those who had not seen him the next day regretted it when they learned about it - because they heard that Li Yunxin and Fairy Lingkong were chatting on the street in a harmonious atmosphere. Then they realized that he might have felt that he was leaving Weicheng and wanted to leave some family background for Liu Laodao.

And the relationship with that fairy doesn't seem to be that bad either.

So he scolded his own concierge and told them that if they see Li Yunxin coming to the door again, they would definitely send a message.

Unfortunately, Li Yunxin’s route of wandering in Weicheng was erratic and could not figure it out.

For example, he was walking by the Liuhe River at noon the next day and suddenly said to a person that "the sunshine here" is very good, so he squatted beside the river bank and painted on a bluestone slab with an ordinary little wolf hair.

As soon as he penned, the seemingly soft wolf hair brush tip carved a mark on the stone slab. Such a magical event naturally spread to ten, ten to hundreds. So half of the street surrounded him and saw this "martial arts master" painting strange paintings - he drew circles and circles, and drew many lines near the circle, saying it was the sun.

But after drawing for a while, he threw the pen and said it was boring and walked away.

Ling Kongzi knew about these things and went to the houses to see the paintings left by Li Yunxin one by one. He found that they were indeed "ordinary" masterpieces.

He is much more skilled than the secular painters, but there is nothing to doubt about.

Then she went to see the "sun" carved by Li Yunxin by the river. It was indeed an unfinished "painting", without even a trace of spiritual power fluctuation.

After checking all the traces he left, Liu Ling gradually felt relieved.

Li Yunxin seemed to be true, and just wanted to leave something in this world and prepare her own affairs for her. She was surprised by Li Yunxin's performance, but it was not enough to be unsolvable.

I just think he is such a person - he will be really kind to a secular master, be sad for the death of a little girl, and give up his life because of "betraying friendship".

He is really, really, a very interesting person.

Unfortunately, I'm going to die.

Liu Ling began to feel panic occasionally and felt lost.

This was not the result she wanted. At first she just wanted to kill this person and get the jade slip, so she went back to the mountain. Later, she found him interesting and wanted to take him back to the mountain.

It may not be dead... Maybe it's just abolishing your cultivation.

But Langya Cave Heaven is a good place, and secular people without cultivation will live there for a long time.

But I didn't expect...

He actually planned to die here.

Well... Actually, I can't do it accurately. I always feel that something... is not right.

At least she had to feel at ease to see him die with her own eyes.

Thinking of this, Liu Ling sighed slightly and waved the magic pen with dense talismans in his hand again. Every time he waved it, a golden light appeared from the void and flashed away.

It is said that there is no text in this world. But the heavens and man created the celestial sphere and created all things in the world. After creating all things, man will ask the heavens and man, what are those things? The heavens and man explained them one by one, but man could not remember them completely.

Therefore, the celestial beings extract the rules of various things, simplify them into words and patterns, and teach them to mortals.

Therefore, there are Taoist traditions and painting schools.

When secular people write, they just write. But what Taoist priests write about is the true name of the secret method of heaven, earth and all things, and the rules of the great way of heaven, earth and all things.

If the school of painting is a painting spirit, the Taoist system is the principle of calligraphy. Compared with the spiritual energy of the school of painting, the understanding is simpler and more direct. This is simpler and more direct, which has achieved the amazing destructive power of Taoists.

Now the words written by Ling Kongzi in the void are definitely not understood by secular people. And even if you accidentally see them... they will die suddenly on the spot.

Because what she is writing is the real name of the secret method of a thing passed down by Taoism-

It is called: death.

The first and only law mantra that a peak monk in the Transformation Realm can master - the Death Mantra.

Cut off the qi, vitality, and all the fates of the vast world. If your cultivation is far above the other party, you can immediately take his life with just one word. When facing a powerful demon like Longzi, you cannot take his life with one word, and you can set up a formation with this word.

Death is not just death of life and death.

The plants and trees wither, and the cause and decisiveness are also called death.

Once this formation is complete, the dragon's fortune will be temporarily cut off. Once this formation is entered, there will be no return.

She wrote the number of seven or seven so much that she stopped writing tiredly and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he closed his eyes and calmed down for a while, walked to the window to see the sky outside. It was already dark. In the courtyard where she was, the grass cast mottled shadows.

After seeing the shadow, he said, "Come in. Tell me."

The Taoist priest from the Shangqing Danding Sect came from Yunzi and then pushed the door open from outside. But after walking two steps inside the door, he stood still: "When the fairy said... Li Yunxin is painting everywhere today, just like the previous two days. He just made a small mess on the street at noon."

Liu Ling looked slightly and said, "Little mess?"

"Uh... it wasn't actually because of him." Cong Yunzi thought about it and said slowly, "Today I followed him to Changmen Street secretly. It was the time when the market opened. The fairy didn't know that in the middle of the month and the end of the month, nearby villagers would come to Changmen Street, Weicheng to go to the market. At this time..."

"No need to explain, continue talking." Ling Kongzi walked slowly in the room while listening, gently brushing everything beside him with a slender hand. When she touched a string of green pickles in the fruit plate on the table, she gently brushed them. The pickles fell into the porcelain plate with only a few stems left.

She picked up the stem, fiddled with the tender green soft broken stem on her fingers, and whispered to herself: "Today...it's his last chance. Ah..."

"Li Yunxin also arrived at Changmen Street today. He set up a stall on the street and said that he would give people a portrait." Yunzi continued, "Drawing some images has no spiritual power. I asked people to cut them off after they walked away with the person he painted and checked the portrait - it was indeed an ordinary ink painting, made casually."

"But in the afternoon, I made a precious scroll for a beggar."

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