Seeing Xiang Lian shaking her head, Huo Yazi suddenly felt relieved. It was better not to understand.
"Well, if you don't understand, then go ahead and come back to me when you understand. Remember, you can't tell others these two articles. This is the secret treasure of my mountain. If you tell others, it will be difficult in this life.
Take you."
After saying this, the old Taoist turned around and sat cross-legged on the kang, meditating with his eyes closed, as if he would ignore you if you came to pester me again.
Seeing this, Xiang Lian could only stand up silently, and looked up at the pieces of paper on the table where she had written silently, but Qiu Luo held the paper down with his hand.
"Let her take it away. If you take it away, she will write it again. Just remember, don't spread it. Go ahead."
Huo Yazi said without raising his eyelids.
"Yes."
Xianglian thanked her and didn't take the pieces of paper. She just said to Huo Yazi:
"Don't worry, old god, Xiang Lian will only be remembered in my heart and will not be written to outsiders. I will worship you as my teacher after I understand its meaning."
After saying this, she said a long blessing, opened the door and left.
The three generations of master and apprentice were silent as they looked at the pieces of paper in the middle.
……
Xianglian walked out of Zhuangtou's house on the snow and walked towards Quegong Temple.
On the roof of Zhuangtou's house, Jia Fei was using the paper, ink, pen and inkstone that had been prepared in his kit to start copying the rows of small characters formed by water droplets.
After finishing copying, the cat demon excitedly whispered to Cheng Yu:
"I'm going to try this fairy magic trick tonight."
After saying that, he carefully put the copied magic formula back into the brocade bag, only to see the golden blade still clinging to the demon pill, nestled in the corner.
Cheng Yu stared at the two instructions and pondered them carefully.
The general qi refining formula should be the basic technique passed down by the Immortal Sect, but it is this basic technique that demons like Jia Fei desire most.
Whether it can be used is another question.
Moreover, this method should be injected with magic power from Qianxia Mountain Gate. If outsiders don’t know the basics, they will just think it is a beautiful maple leaf.
Maple leaves...
He suddenly remembered something, turned around and asked the delighted cat demon next to him:
"You are now in the body of a wood spirit. How did you feel when the maple leaf dharma scroll appeared just now?"
After hearing this question, the cat demon finally woke up, frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head and said:
"I didn't feel anything unusual. I just found it after hearing the thunder. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be like this. It's strange..."
Cheng Yu nodded silently when he heard this, thinking that there were still magic restrictions in the Qianxia Mountain Gate.
He looked up at the sky...
I wonder how many immortal sects there are in the world like Qianxia Mountain?
And among the demon cultivators in the world, how many are as good as the five?
Thinking of this, he whispered to Jia Fei next to him:
"Is there a map of this world in the Confucian Temple or Qian's Mansion?"
The cat demon nodded and said:
"Of course there is. There is it on the miscellaneous bookshelf of the school in the Confucian Temple. It is not just Daliang, but also covers the surrounding areas of Daliang. What? Brother Cheng wants to walk around?"
Hearing this, Cheng Yu let out a sigh of relief and just said maybe.
Upon seeing this, the cat demon immediately said that he would leave it to her, and Cheng Yu nodded his thanks and looked into the distance.
For the first time since time travel, Cheng Yu had the idea of taking the initiative to walk around.
While he was wandering in his mind, he heard Huo Yazi driving Feiyan and Qiu Luo out of the house and ordering Qiu Luo to guard the door while Feiyan went to rest.
The two of them resigned and left the house. Feiyan didn't want to stay outside in the ice and snow. He glanced at Qiu Luo, who was wearing single clothes and was not too cold.
This master is really the leader of a sect of immortal cultivation. He has been with me for seven or eight years, but he didn’t teach me anything useful.
I'm freezing to death!
He folded his hands and took a few breaths of hot air, and couldn't help but start to think about the two spells he had just memorized.
Oops!
There is a place that I can’t remember clearly.
Feiyan was panicked, and even the following words were confusing.
This...
It doesn't matter, there is still something silently written by the girl before in the room, waiting for an opportunity to discuss the coming of the master.
"Pah! Pah!"
Suddenly there were two crisp collision sounds of stones in the room.
Feiyan's heart trembled, no way.
He turned around and was about to push the door in, but was stopped by Qiu Luo.
"Master-uncle has an order to order his disciples to guard the door. Young master-uncle will take care of it."
"You... I am Master's direct disciple. Don't stop me. I want to go in and serve Master."
The two of them were tearing apart the bar at the door, when an experienced voice came from inside.
"What's wrong? Let him in."
After hearing the words, Fei Yan immediately pushed open the door and entered, only to see that the pieces of paper had been burned to ashes.
"Ah...Master, are you...hungry?"
The old Taoist shook his head, Feiyan had no choice but to leave, silently closed the door and exited.
Then Cheng Yu on the roof saw the little figure stepping out of the courtyard and heading towards the entrance of the village.
……
After Xianglian came out of Zhuangtou's house, she walked slowly and casually towards Quegong Temple.
It is necessary to understand the meaning of those words without letting outsiders know...
It’s all my fault that I am illiterate.
Alas...
"Little sister, wait a minute!"
When she walked slowly to the entrance of the village, a non-verbal shouting sounded from behind her.
Xiang Lian turned around and stopped where she was. Fei Yan came running up from behind with his sleeves swinging, panting and asking:
"Are you really illiterate?"
In fact, Xianglian has memorized all the words on the Golden Salamander Killing Jiao Chronicle since she lived in Quegong Temple. In addition, she also remembers all the words on the Holy Master Monument.<
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But she only remembered the strokes, and no one taught her how to read.
When Jian Feiyan asked this question, Xianglian thought about it and replied:
"I really don't know the words, but I can quickly remember the horizontal and vertical strips."
"Then you didn't understand the meaning of the two articles you wrote silently just now?"
Xianglian shook her head silently.
"Then how do you plan to figure it out? How about you write those two articles silently, and then I will tell you the contents? But it is only the basic content, and you have to figure out the specific meaning by yourself."
Xiang Lian frowned and said in deep thought:
"Then those two articles are yours?"
"Of course, I just like talking to smart young ladies."
Xiang Lian lowered her head and thought for a moment. This little god is the old god’s personal disciple, so he can’t be considered an outsider.
Just now I made a wish in front of the old god, and what I said was not to be known to outsiders.
But why did he have to come to me and be silent again?
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Could it be that the old god secretly asked him to use this opportunity to test his teachings and even enlighten me?
Thank you, old fairy.
Seeing Xianglian nodding her head in agreement, Feiyan was overjoyed and took the initiative to ask Ying to grind ink for Xianglian.
……
In the Quegong Ancestral Hall, Xiang Lian spent more than an hour burning incense before he completed the two dictums. He compared them non-verbally and finally regained his memory.
Yes, this young lady has a really good memory.
Cheng Yu, who was lying on the beam, stared closely at the two people below the beam, while Jia Fei was hiding behind the statue, listening to Fei Yan explaining the contents of two magic formulas to Xiang Lian.
……
Huo Yazi finally got clean. To be honest, he wanted to run away right now and didn't want to stay in the village for a moment longer.
But now the dark clouds were gloomy and the road was blocked by heavy snow. He was exhausted at this time and went out rashly, fearing that he would die on the way.
Moreover, now that there is an extra Qiu Luo following him, he can no longer let himself go as much as before. It is like being tied up with a tight curse, and he has to keep the persona of his great uncle at all times.
Tired on top of tiring!
But Qiu Luo is a double-edged sword. Now that he is guarding the door, he can still sleep peacefully in this village.
It's better than that brat Feiyan. In addition to making me angry, he will still make me angry.
I really don’t know if I owed him something in my previous life. He was so cute when I first picked him up, but he has grown so big in a blink of an eye.
Alas...
Just make do with it for now.
It’s the end of the year soon. We can eat and drink here in Zhuangzi, as long as we don’t bring those things again.
Amitabha, Amen Amen.
"Ah~ha!"
The old man let out an extremely suppressed yawn, turned over and changed his position, facing up to the sky.
"Goldfinger..."
"Goldfinger...is still there?"
The old Taoist lowered his voice, sat cross-legged on the hot kang, and whispered questions to the air.
