At the same time as the vortex appeared, the clay sculpture on the divine desk shook suddenly, making a squeak, and their eyes shone out, directly connecting with the vortex above Qiu Yan's head.

Suddenly, a simple artistic conception filled the surroundings.

"It appears!"

Seeing the vortex and noting the changes in the clay statue, Chen Jing showed joy.

"The spirit in this clay sculpture must have been captured by Qiu Yan. I heard that Wen Pi was shocking the clay sculpture, and the spirit in it was revealed, just like a rope that could pull the road to Shilin..."

As he thought about it, he turned to look at Tao Ying: "Brother Tao, don't delay it. If you missed this time, I don't know when I will wait!"

While speaking, Chen Jing quickly walked forward, and took two steps to Qiu Yan in three steps. Then his eyes moved slightly, and his expression became a trance.

"Hmm?" Tao Ying was stunned. He remembered some things that Chen Jing told him two days ago, and immediately came to his senses, "Okay!" Then he took a step and walked towards where Qiu Yan was.

The closer he got, the more obvious the momentum on Qiu Yan's body, and the more complicated the expression on Tao Ying's face was. There was an indescribable scent in the eyes of Qiu Yan.

When he stepped on the ground, gravel jumped from time to time, making crisp sounds. Each sound made Tao Ying's heart tremble. The incident just now made him feel scared.

But when he arrived in front of Qiu Yan and heard the sound of books coming from the vortex, Tao Ying's heart suddenly calmed down, his thoughts were floating, and all the wishes in his heart emerged, creating a scene in his heart, which attracted people to indulge.

For a moment, Tao Ying and Chen Jing were both in a trance.

However, Chen Jing quickly came to his senses and then patted Tao Ying on the shoulder to awaken the latter.

At this time, Lu Dao Ren had also come to the side. The man also had a different expression, but he was not lost.

Tao Ying was woken up by a palm, and then she noticed the surrounding situation. There was a trace of regret left on her face and whispered: "It turned out to be just an illusion..."

"It's not an illusion, but the aftermath of Shilin. After entering Shilin, Brother Tao will naturally know the reason for the scene just now." Chen Jing said, then looked at Chen Yun, "Brother, I'll ask you for the rest!"

"This is natural." Chen Yun nodded, then his eyes turned, his eyes fell on the paper of sages. Every word on the paper rose and his spirit was filled.

After receiving the response, Chen Jing nodded and looked at Lu Dao Ren again.

The Taoist didn't say anything, reached into his sleeve, took out a porcelain bottle, pulled out the stopper, and poured out three green pills.

As soon as the pill was released, a few coolness suddenly appeared in the air, which blew on Tao Ying's face, making his mind clearer and even his thinking improved. He couldn't help but sigh: "Is this the Qingshen Pill?"

"Not bad!" Chen Jing took two pills and gave Tao Ying one, "This Qingshen Pill is one of the three treasures of Qingping. It can clear the mind and calm the energy, so that the mind and mind gather into one without dispersing the slightest."

Tao Ying took the pill and put it on the edge of his nose and smelled it. He was filled with fragrance and refreshed: "It's true that I'm a baby. If you have such a pill in front of you when you are reading and memorizing, you will definitely get twice the result with half the effort when you smell it!"

"This is also a method of supernatural power, but this one is precious and ordinary scholars cannot find it," Chen Jing smiled slightly, and then changed his subject. "We must calm our minds and calm our minds and eliminate distracting thoughts. If there is any deviation, we may lose the opportunity. But as long as we keep this pill in mind, we don't need such trouble. The mind can gather immediately and distracting thoughts will disappear."

As he said that, he opened his mouth, placed the green pill in his mouth, pressed it under his tongue, and then sat down cross-legged. Suddenly, his whole breath changed, restrained and calm.

"In addition, with this Qingshen Pill, we can also use the connection between souls and souls to maintain the tenacity of the soul, so that we will not be lost when we are in the martial arts forest. There are many benefits. I asked for it for a long time before the roadmaster was willing to take it out."

His voice became weaker and weaker, and his breath became weaker, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Suddenly, Chen Jing's head drooped, and the soul jumped out from the top of his head. The soul was first confused, and the three souls inside were entangled. It turned out to be just an ordinary soul. If it weren't for a layer of green light covering the soul, it would be immediately swept by the surrounding airflow and scattered.

Immediately afterwards, the green light moved, and Chen Jing's soul returned to the clear light. Then, without saying a word, a thought came out—

"I will first wait inside. The soul is too fragile in the outside world and has too many variables. I will talk about the details later."

When the thought falls, the soul rises up and goes straight into the vortex above, disappearing.

"Since that's the case, I will follow..." Lu Daoren looked up, then swallowed the Qingshen Pill, sat down cross-legged, and his five hearts towards the sky.

After a breath, the Taoist soul also jumped out, and it was integrated, with a heart fire beating inside.

Soul!

This Taoist is a monk who has condensed his soul! His soul jumped out, floated up, and entered the vortex, and the whole process was calm.

Tao Ying looked around. He had no chance of seeing the soul outside the green light when he saw the body. After he hesitating for a moment, he pressed the Qingshen Pill on his tongue coating, sat on the ground, snoring sounds in his mouth and nose, and then the soul jumped out, and it was also an ordinary soul in a daze.

But a blue light flashed, Tao Ying woke up and immediately seemed like a drowning person, struggling hard. He looked at the vortex above and wanted to fly over, but the more he struggled, the more he sank it. If it weren't for the green light guard, he would have been blown into pieces by the wind.

Chen Yun, not far away, saw this scene, shook his head slightly, pinched a seal, and suddenly the wind blew up on the ground, holding Tao Ying's soul and sending it into the vortex.

After doing all this, he turned his head and his eyes fell on Qiu Yan.

Qiu Yan's consciousness was on the paper of sages, but his flesh and blood still followed the thoughts in his heart and wrote words full of bones and blood.

Every word is connected in series, and the thoughts of writing are like springs, gushing out from the paper!

The trembling clay sculptures of sages exude a simple, hardworking and practical artistic conception, which intersects Qiu Yan's literary thoughts.

A few lights suddenly flashed in the empty ruins.

"Is the spark of wisdom..." Chen Yun noticed the change and his face became solemn, "This Qiu Yan is communicating with the spirit of order in the picture and the clay sculpture, as if he forgot to go to Shilin."

Bang!

Just as Chen Yun was thinking, a light sound came from the clay sculpture.

He looked in the sound and saw a crack on the clay sculpture, which penetrated directly from his head to the base, and his face suddenly changed.

At the same time, Qiu Yan's consciousness of wandering in Zhang Nei suddenly shook, and he felt that the surrounding scenery changed and turned into a continuous golden farmland. The rice ears in the fields moved with the wind, and an old man walked through the rice fields and walked towards him.

The person has a blurry outline and unclear face, and only coarse linen shoes can be seen.

"This person is..." In confusion, the man suddenly disintegrated, turned into a drop of blood and flew straight towards him, and he arrived in a blink of an eye!

"Um?"

Shocked in his heart, Qiu Yan suddenly came back to his senses, his consciousness returned to his body, his muscles stretched out, he looked down and the pen in his hand had already been put down, the paper in the sage in front of him was shining, and the ink traces could be seen faintly.

The writing has been completed, and this article "Encouraging the Action of Understanding and Encouraging the Action" has been completed.

Recalling the previous scene, Qiu Yan changed his mind and looked at himself, but found no abnormality. He pondered slightly, then shook his head and looked up at the vortex on his head.

The vortex vibrates, and there are faint signs of collapse.

Qiu Yan suddenly realized his mind, and the hole in his soul trembled, and incense thoughts swarmed out, filling his body everywhere, but because of the flesh and blood, it was hard to find traces.

"No further ado, a moment later, it will become a wedding dress for others."

When the thought fell, the soul contact came out and went straight into the vortex.

Suddenly, the ruins became quiet. Qiu Yan's body sat upright on the chair, his body remained motionless. Chen Jing, Tao Ying, and the road people were scattered next to him and sat cross-legged.

Chen Yun narrowed his eyes and his face was gloomy.

Hurry!

A sound of collapse suddenly came from the divine case. Chen Yun was shocked when he heard the sound. He turned to look and saw the scene of the clay sculpture scattering, and his face changed drastically.

"Not good!" While shocked, the man's mind changed, shrank into an inch, came to the edge of the divine case, and then used Taoism to wrap the statue, trying to stop the statue from disintegrating, but in the end he still did useless work.

Looking at the pile of mud, Chen Yun frowned and showed a little panic: "What should I do now? I was acting without hiding the head of the family. Now that the clay sculpture of a sage collapsed unexpectedly, how do you explain it?"

As the clay sculpture collapsed, the hanging vortex was disillusioned like a bubble and disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, the candlelight on the divine desk also went out.

This forgotten sage hall is trapped in darkness and silence.

……………………

At the same time, the inn room where Qiu Yan lived in Dongdu.

Bang!

A strange noise came from a corner of the room, and a trace of water mist broke open. The spiritual energy contained in it was used to hide was scattered everywhere. Then, three things rose into the air, but they were a jade basin, a paperweight, and a white jade pen.

In the paperweight, the breath that was forcibly poured into it by Qiu Yan surged, presenting a strange scene with changing light and shadow.

In the jade basin, layers of breath surged out, which was actually Qiu Yan's breath, and it also showed a changing brilliance.

And inside the white jade pen, there is a gushing of literary thoughts, gradually matching the other two things.

Three completely different auras burst out, and three different propositions converged in the air.

The next moment, a vortex appeared above each of the three objects...

Crunch.

The door opened, Dai Guo walked in, let go of his perception, carefully examined the scene inside the house, and finally frowned.

"Strange, I heard something strange, why... huh?" Suddenly, his face changed and he came to a corner.

The mist in the corner gradually dissipated, and there was still residual spiritual energy mixed in it.

"Strange! So weird! Did someone use Taoist techniques in the young master's room?" With a question, Dai Guo raised his hand and grabbed it, held a wisp of water mist and spiritual energy, and then left in a hurry.

He did not notice that there was a thumb-sized wood carving rippling with thin magic power on the desk.
Chapter completed!