Xiaolong came to the wind like a wind, only a cup of tea kung fu, he slammed back from the window, his mouth shouted: "Check it, find it, there are many spell marks in this inn, wow hahaha."

"Small loach, you shout so loudly, are you not afraid that you can't hear what you are talking about next door?" The ink burned to the table and stretched out his fingers to lick the dragon's body. The dragon tail sneaked and patted on the back of his hand. But after all, it is made of paper, not only does it hurt, but it is itchy.

"You are annoying little white face, don't touch this seat, this seat is not yet married, let you touch it, how do you do the dragon in the future?"

The ink burned and laughed: "What? You have a dragon made of paper, but also a wedding?"

"Wow-! Hey! You are the one doing it! Dog stuff!"

"How come you also call me a dog thing, you should not be the surname Xue?"

"This family name is Xue? 哼, the boy is ignorant, this seat is the dragon of the title that is unprecedented in the world. It is the day of the eye, the eyes are closed for the night, the breath is for the summer, and the breath is for the winter. , the candle nine yin is also!"

"...I don't understand."

"Wow, yeah!" Xiaolong gasped straight, took his two-finger wide head to hit the candlestick, hit the lights, and the red tears swayed. The ink burned and helped, and the partial hand was stretched over by the dragon. Unfortunately, the paper teeth were not painful, and the candle was thrown aside by the ink and the tail was slammed into the night. , hoes and brains.

"Chu Ning Ning." Xiaolong softly lifted a whisker, and poked the poem of Chu Yuning with anger. "The dog thief beat me."

Chu night Ning was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, took him down and took it on the table: "What are the enchantments outside?"

"Hey, can you dare to call the three-headed dragon prince? You call this seat-"

Chu night Ning stared at him coldly: "said."

"..."

The dragon was slain, the body of the gas swelled, the dragon had to rush to the sky, and a pair of mung bean eyes stunned and scorned Chu, and the noble dragon mouth was half-opened, screaming out, and after a while, wow spit out A big mouthful of ink comes.

Chu nightning narrowed his eyes: "You have to waste your pen and ink, I will burn you." Then he went to mention its tail, and made a move to bring it to the fire, "Let you become a real candle dragon."

"Good! You are amazing! You are amazing! I said! I said that it is not enough? Really!"

The dragon screamed for a few times, and spit out some ink stars, and did not whisper: "It’s murderous, it’s no wonder that for so many years, every time I see you, there is no wife!"

"Hey?" The ink burned and blinked, and I stole to see the night of Ning, and smirked with a bad intention. "Isn't the Master respected a teacher?"

"..." Chu nightning does not blame him, the sword eyebrows sink, yelled at Xiaolong, "I have more words, not fast!"

"Hey! Stinky man!"

On the rice paper that had been laid out long ago, Xiaolong used the ink to condense the ink on the claws, and smashed the dog crawler on the paper end.

No wonder he can't directly dictate which spells he saw, because the paper mind bag has limited intelligence, and it is impossible to distinguish the original curse by just the remaining marks. He has to wipe out what he saw by the gourd painting. Fortunately, Chu will be able to recognize and discern, and sighs and squints, and slowly names the name of each spell.

Xiaolong painted a crescent moon.

Chu nightning: "Anzheng. There is insomnia here."

Xiaolong painted a seven-star array.

"Star Yu. Here someone has set up a guardianship defense."

Xiaolong drew a rouge box.

"...rejuvenate."

The ink screamed and laughed. "I know this, the little curse of the little girl's beauty at night, is that sphenoidal beauty seat?"

Chu late rather did not comment, it seems that because even a few paintings are so indifferent to the traces of the curse and some heart, his slender fingers smashed twice on the wooden table, squinting: "Draw the next one."

Xiaolong painted another heart.

Ink burns: "What is this?"

"Clear heart." Chu night Ning annoyed, "useless, someone is meditating. Next."

Xiaolong painted another dog's head.

".........Tame of the beast..." Chu nightning held his forehead. "You, pick an important painting, this kind of face, teasing, sleeping, don't draw. Next ""

Xiaolong looked up and said, "You are really picky!"

"painting!"

Afraid to be thrown into the candlestick to become a real "candle dragon", the paper-headed dragon was only arrogantly holding two small soft claws and smeared it on the paper. This time, he painted a very complicated formation, and at first glance People feel very mysterious and profound.

"It looks like two circles, then another fork, and then another vertical bar straight down. A little yin and yang gossip." The ink burns his eyes, "Master, this will not be a mysterious person to stay." On the weapon..."

"No." Chu Xiaoning only glanced at it, and the forehead had some pain, "transmission."

"Oh? What?"

"Someone is naturally dissatisfied with their voice, or for other needs, want to change their voice, the sound can be done, it is not a very difficult technique." Chu night Ning paused, said, "but The use of transliteration for a long time is detrimental to the throat, and it is often difficult to revert to the original voice... This spell is awkward and I don't know who is using it."

The ink burned, but he smiled: "This way, that's not surprising."

Chu night Ning sighed, just want to say the next one, suddenly a glimpse, seems to think of something, the fog in the eyelids, suddenly suddenly went to see the ink.

"Why not strange... Do you know anything?"

"I can know what, I just feel that someone is dissatisfied with his voice. This is normal. Maybe it is the Song girl. Maybe she was originally hoarse, especially ugly, want to be pleasing to the ear?"

"........." Chu night Ning squats, "I think about it all day." Turning head and said to Xiaolong: "Look at the next one."

Xiaolong drew another heart.

Ink ignited: "Oh, the Master does not say that the heart is not painted?"

"Hey, little kids, what do you know?" Xiaolong glanced at him with anger, took a sharp shot of his tail, took an ink print on his heart, and then grinded it, turning the whole heart Blackened.

"What is this? Black heart?"

Chu night is rather awkward, silent for a while: "No. It should be love."

"what is that?"

"It’s similar to the kind of love that will be sold by Xuanyuan." Chu said, "I am tempted by people, and they make people feel love for themselves, and so on. They are generally used by women."

The ink burned his eyes sharply: "No? It won't be Song Qiutong..."

"How do I know this kind of thing." Chu Xiaoning looked very embarrassed, and looked at the wide sleeves. "Those things about other people’s feelings, how to do so, they have to mess, they have to go."

"But it’s late in the night, is this love you really not interested?" Xiaolong said with a happy tail. "I think this spell is interesting. If you are willing to call me three dragons, I will..."

Chu Xiaoning lowered his eyes and murdered his breath: "Shut up and draw the next one."

"Hey! You will regret it!"

"Do you draw or not?"

The dragon did not draw, and sat down and scratched his belly with short claws.

Chu night Ningyin cold road: "Why, is it not ink?"

"Stupid, no more." Xiaolong rolled his eyes. "I have painted so many spells. You are not enough. Nothing is gone. It’s so much. In addition to these, this inn is clean, what? There are no spells."

Listening to it, Chu nightning and ink burning look are slightly changed, ink burning: "This is gone?"

"Nothing."

Chu night Ningdao: "There is no curse to measure the roots?"

"No."

The mentor and the teacher looked at each other and had an unbelievable look on each other's faces. You must know that if the mysterious person wants to find a new spiritual essence through Xuanyuan, he must leave a measurement curse on Shenwu. But now it seems that the **** is clean and there is no curse. Attachment - Could it be that they misunderstood from the beginning, and the emergence of this strange knife, in fact, has nothing to do with the mysterious people?

Xiaolong saw that the two were silent, and they slammed into the air, and circled left and right. They said, "Hey, you are the reasoning of this seat. The paintings are very tired. Does anyone give this seat a hand?"

Xu is a late night in the heart of Chu, and he is so annoyed, seeing it is so noisy, simply swinging his sleeves and raising his hand, the volley calls out a yellow charm, Xiaolong sees it, screams, shouting again and again: "I don't want me not to want me not to I don't want to!!" But in the blink of an eye, I was sucked in by the spirits and became a picture on paper. Chu night, the tip of the finger was clicked again, and the dragon on the painting slowly disappeared.

Before it disappeared, it succumbed to the humiliation of Chu.

Chu night Ningdao: "I will call you again."

Xiaolong burst into tears and said: "There is nothing to do with the clock, no matter what summer Yingchun, Chu nightning, Chu nightning, you are so sweet..."

"Go back to you!" Chu Jingning, who was still talking to it, heard the words, the black-browed anger was vertical, and the slamming of the spell was folded flat and the sleeves were retracted.

At night, Chu night is sleeping in bed, and the ink burns to sleep.

Both of them have some problems.

I didn't think that there was no spell on the gods. It was the mysterious person who mastered the method of measuring the roots that they did not know, or was the man not in a hurry, and did not intend to find all the most powerful people now?

"Ink burning."

In the dark night, he called him.

The ink burned naturally and said: "Well?"

"We will return to the top of life tomorrow."

I suddenly opened my eyes.

"what?"

"That people can even miss the Xuanyuan meeting. It should be another way to find it. This will not lead to a result. We will return to the top of life, and I will let the Lord’s secret letter to the other nine sects. Check if there is any spiritual essence under your own door. If it is, then it will be protected first. It is better to wait for the rabbit."

"How is this going? In case the mysterious person is one of the top ten sects?"

"It may be very small. Even if it doesn't matter, he already knew that we were tracing him, not bad."

"How can the Master teach those heads to listen to the uncle's words?" The ink burned and said, "Is it difficult, the Master must tell them everything?"

"This is not necessary, and they may not believe." Chu night Ning faintly said, "I have his own law."

Ink burned curiously: "What method?"

"Accepted."

"!!"

"I will tell the Lord that I will tell the other nine sects. There are often gaps in the ecstasy of the ghost world, which is harmful to the Quartet. Yu Yuheng of the dead will receive up to five disciples and teach the enchantment and killing. Enchantment and other methods." Chu night quietly, "Those sects have repeatedly invited me to the singer, for these enchantments. If I go out and are willing to teach, I am not afraid that they will not come. I only In order to pick up talents, those who are in charge of the selection of talents will inevitably have to test the roots of all the disciples under the door. Our goal is achieved."

The ink burned but did not agree. In the darkness, the face was green: "You, are you going to accept the apprentice?"

"Follow the edge."

Chu night Ning turned over, it seems that finally a little sleepy, the voice went down.

"I asked them to report their names first, and then let them practice ordinary enchantment. After three years, if some of them can persist, then accept it..."

In the darkness, I heard the words of the person on the couch gradually getting confused. The ink burned only when the chest turned over a vinegar jar, so his heart hurt.

Also accepting?

You only received three in the past life, and you are very picky. Why didn’t you pick this life? How can I collect it?

I wanted to talk to him several times, but when I got to my lips, I became silent.

Chu night Ning suddenly did not know the flaming vinegar sea waves, and finally fell asleep.

It was very cold at night, and the smoldering cloak got up and called him three or two times. When he saw that he did not respond, he quietly pushed the door out of the bedroom.

The inn's walkway was quiet, only a few red silk lanterns were quietly shimmering, reflected on the wooden floor, a round rim-like orange reflection.

Although Chu Evening has already experienced Shenwu.

But the ink burned, but he has not yet tested his return.

You must know that if you are within a hundred feet of the master, you can cast a spell to recall yourself. At that time, there was no time in the Xuanyuan Pavilion to perceive whether this was a weapon of his past life. At this time, how can I miss this opportunity?

A layer of blood red light floats on your fingertips.

Slowly, the ink burns low: "No return, call!"

A few blessings, a dull squeaking sound rang in the distance, the sound was extremely light, but it was a direct shock to the eardrum, like a heavy hammer licking his heart.

The ink burned openly and squinted: "No return!"

It is not returning, the knives are arguing, crying in the blood, and the low-pitched drinking is like a heavy **** wave, rolling red dust, running toward him. He could hear no crying, screaming in hoarseness, it was trapped, and was banned by something that was not known to burn.

It can feel that the master is calling him, but he can't come, he has something missing, and he is connected with it.

However, they once had a contract. They had seen the high mountains and rivers embroidered together, and they had waited together to die, and heard the last temperature of the Wushan Temple.

The human and the gods are broken, and the flesh and blood are torn apart by some kind of force, but the veins are still connected.

The ink burns his eyes wet red, muttering: "No return..."

It's you.

Why can't you come back.

Who is blocking you.

Yes……

"Oh,"

Gently push the sound.

But in this unstoppable darkness, it is like a thunderstorm.

The author has something to say: Master: I wish you all a happy Christmas Eve.

Dog: The Year of the Rooster!

Peacock: What is upstairs! I am here to give you a good old age!

Teacher: I haven’t arrived yet, let’s say Merry Christmas first~

Wolf Scorpion: With the same white gold, I wish you a happy Year of the Dog!

Ye Forgiveness: How do I feel that the Year of the Dog is pleasant to sound like a monk...

Mei Hanxue: I wish you all the best every day. ^_^

Little Paper Dragon: There is nothing to do with the fact that there is nothing to do with Xia Yingchun! Chu night, you are a thin lover! You will let me out! ! !