"As long as you know, don't think about those dirty things in the future." Linglong said calmly.
Silkworms of other races may not know that they are being spied on by the Taishang Clan, but it is not surprising that the people of the Zhentian Palace know about it. After all, the Tian Clan and the Taishang Clan were once a family, and the Taishang Clan does not expect to be able to hide it from the Zhentian Palace, so
Han Sen knew this, but Linglong didn't find it strange.
"Let's go. I will help you practice in Tianwaitian from now on. As for how many resources you can get in the past four years, it depends on your own ability." Linglong turned and walked outside the palace.
"Is this the end?" Han Sen asked suspiciously.
"What else do you want?" Linglong asked.
"Don't you need to meet the senior members of the clan, or register or something?" Han Sen was a little confused. From the beginning to the end, the only Taishang clan member he saw was his second senior brother.
The second senior brother is obviously not a high-ranking member of the Taishang Clan, and his status is probably not as high as Linglong's.
Linglong said calmly: "No need. Since entering Tianwaitian, the clan leader knows every move you make. Since no one comes to stop you, it means that you have passed and can stay in Tianwaitian to practice as my silkworm."
"The things the Taishang clan does...are really different..." Han Sen found it hard to imagine that the first race in the universe could be so careless in doing things.
But it’s normal when you think about it. Although the Taishang clan is the first clan in the universe, they have too few people, and they are not willing to mix with foreign races. In addition, after the Taishang clan practices "Taishang Induction Chapter", they have too few people.
People will pay less and less attention to mundane things, which is not surprising.
After leaving the main hall, I saw Baoer talking and laughing with his second senior brother Li Yuzhen. They seemed to get along very well, which was a bit surprising.
Li Yuzhen wanted to send Linglong off, but Linglong refused. He did not insist and left.
Linglong then used the boat to take Han Sen and Bao'er to the east, gradually getting away from the palace complex that looked like the residence of gods.
"Bao'er, what were you talking to Li Yuzhen outside just now?" Han Sen didn't believe that Bao'er would be so kind to chat with Li Yuzhen.
"It's nothing, he is very nice and gave me a lot of fun things." Bao'er said with a wink.
"Why did he give you those things?" Han Sen asked again.
"He asked me to tell him everything about Sister Linglong in the future, and he would give me more fun things." Bao'er said innocently.
Han Sen thought for a while and came up with a rough guess: "Since Li Yuzhen is the one who continues the family line, then he probably wants to..."
Just when Han Sen thought of this, Linglong's expression suddenly changed and she glared at him: "Don't think about it, he has no chance."
Han Sen shrugged his shoulders, knowing that he had guessed correctly.
The boat flew hundreds of thousands of miles before stopping in front of a small mountain peak. There were wooden buildings and a courtyard built on top of the small mountain peak. It looked quite elegant and clean. It must have been where Linglong lived.
Han Sen was placed in a wooden building by Linglong, but she left.
Watching Linglong go away until it was consumed in Han Sen's sight, Han Sen took out something from his arms. It was given to him by the Master of Zhentian Palace, a small jade figurine as big as a palm.
"The Master of Zhentian Palace said that as long as we stay away from a certain distance, Linglong's sense of me will weaken or even disappear. The current distance should have almost reached the limit mentioned by the Master of Zhentian Palace. She shouldn't be able to sense my seventh sleep, right?
"Han Sen didn't dare to think too much, kept his mind empty, and then held the small jade figurine in his left hand.
Soon Han Sen saw the small jade figurine light up in Han Sen's palm, but the light did not come from the jade figurine, but from Han Sen's palm.
The triangular pattern imprinted on his palm before gradually emerged again, and was slowly transferred to the body of the small jade figurine.
"I didn't expect that the Master of Zhentian Palace would be so reliable this time and actually be useful!" Han Sen looked at the triangular mark that had been completely transferred to the little jade figurine, and Han Sen suddenly felt happy.
Han Sen didn't know what the small jade figurine was given to Han Sen by the Master of Zhentian Palace. The Master of Zhentian Palace only told him the method of use, but did not tell him the origin of the small jade figurine.
However, the small jade figurine is indeed magical. This thing is like a tape recorder, but it does not record sounds, but Han Sen's seven sleeps.
After transferring the triangular brand to the small jade figurine, what Linglong felt again was the seven sleeps recorded by Han Sen in advance for a certain period of time.
In other words, everything Linglong spied on from now on is what Han Sen wants her to know.
Han Sen has recorded a lot of content in it before, most of which are his seven senses when he was practicing. As long as Linglong can't see him, she will think that he is practicing.
"Try it and see how it works." Han Sen took the jade figurine and began to record his seven sleeps.
Although it is difficult to control his thoughts all the time, it is not difficult for Han Sen to control his thoughts for a while. After thinking about it, Han Sen meditated in his heart while recording: "Miss Linglong is so beautiful and lovely, and so kind. It's really amazing."
The only good woman I have ever seen in my life, although I cannot be friends with her, being able to protect her like this is enough..."
After Han Sen finished recording, he checked it again, and after confirming that everything was in his favor, he put away the small jade figurine with satisfaction.
From now on, as long as Linglong peeks into his Qijue, all he can peek into is the content he recorded in advance. Han Sen can choose which part Linglong peeks into at will.
Of course, if they are face to face, Han Sen can also directly synchronize with the small jade figurine, which should not arouse Linglong's suspicion.
Now it seems that the method of Zhentian Palace Master is successful, but Han Sen is not sure. If Linglong finds out, then he will have to use his second plan.
While waiting for Linglong to come back to inspect the results, he suddenly saw something flying in from the window.
Han Sen was shocked, thinking that some kind of alien species had broken in, otherwise he would have flown in through the window.
But upon closer inspection, what flew in from the window was an insect similar to the one-horned fairy. It was the God's Touch that Han Sen had just seen in the Banshengyuan Pavilion.
"How did it get here?" Han Sen breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the divine touch had no destructive power, so there was no need to be afraid of it.
The Touch of God flew in front of Han Sen. Han Sen stretched out his palm to catch it, but it did not dodge and was directly caught in Han Sen's palm.
"Squeak!" Touch of God lay in Han Sen's palm, flapping its wings and making a strange cry, as if it was saying something to him.