The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

"Senior Brother and Sister, have you ever noticed the bamboo slips on the bookshelf?" Yunying was actually not very confident in her own ideas, but she felt that it would be better to try her own method than to waste the jade box of talismans like this.

Gongxi Linghan and Yu Simeng looked at the bamboo slips on the bookshelf together, looked at them for a while, and shook their heads slightly.

Yunying pointed to the Liuyunbaifu window behind the bookshelf in the distance, it was noon outside, the sun illuminated the window paper brightly, and also cast the shadow of the bamboo forest outside the window on the window, the faint shadow of the bamboo leaves swayed, Overlapping each other, like ink painting.

The two stared at the bamboo shadow, and suddenly stretched their brows.

Youhuangzhai is named Youhuangzhai, so it naturally lives in the bamboo sea, and bamboo shadows can be seen everywhere in the lives of Youhuangzhai disciples.Cutting bamboo for weaving is a compulsory course for each of their disciples before they get started.

You Huang Zhai wanted to collect the spirit of the scroll and bring it back to the sect to study carefully, but because the spirit of the scroll was too strange, it troubled the disciples for too long, so that they were a little dark under the lights, and the more they thought about it, the more they lost their way. I have tried all kinds of strange methods, but I forgot to make a bamboo weaving to try.

"Junior Sister Yun is so smart!" Yu Simeng clapped her palms in praise, and the purple calyx mink on her wrist turned her blindfolded eyes slightly, and turned her head to look at Yunying more and more.

Yunying smiled and said, "It's just a conjecture, it may not come true."

Gongxi Linghan said: "It's better than our method."

In terms of straightforwardness, he is on par with Su Minglang.

The two immediately left the library and went to the bamboo forest to cut bamboo to make bamboo slips.

Feng Jing said to the two: "Hurry up, my task is to collect the scroll spirits on the third floor, if you come back after I finish paying them, I can only ask you to go to the fourth floor to collect them."

The scrolls on the fourth floor are full of spirits, and I feel a splitting headache every time I stand there. If I go there to collect them, I will really suffer from old crimes.Moreover, the method Yunying said may not be effective, it is very likely that he has suffered a serious crime but still has nothing to gain.

Yu Simeng frowned with a wry smile, but Gongxi Linghan was unmoved: "Let's do it according to our abilities."

Feng Jing shrugged, watched the two leave, then turned to look at Yun Ying: "Do you want to try it first?"

Yun Ying nodded slightly, and asked if the two of them would like to experience the so-called hot needle prick together.

Su Minglang has always been more painful and crazier, so he is happy to do it, Feng Jing has always regarded Yunying as a chase target, and he naturally has to do what Yunying wants to do.

So the three of them entered the place where the spirit of the scroll "ravaged".

As soon as she stood still, Yunying felt a gust of cold wind blowing towards her face, like a bone-scraping steel knife scraping across her scalp, and then she experienced the legendary feeling of thousands of needles pricking her heart.The spiritual consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness shrank into a ball as if it had been burnt by wax oil. Yunying gritted her teeth and recited the formula of Qingling Gongfa, which made the spiritual consciousness grow like the waves again.

However, as soon as it grew a little, the spiritual consciousness shrank into a ball again in severe pain.

Yun Ying recited again, and the spirit of the scroll attacked again. After repeating this several times, the spiritual consciousness had already shown a faint sense of turbidity.

Cui Zun was also tossing and turning repeatedly in his heart, resisting the urge to blurt out scolding, and only thought silently in his heart: "Why didn't you tell me, you child, that I was also the target of attack!"

He never expected that he, who had always stayed out of the matter, would actually receive equal treatment from the spirit of the book.