His fingers slashed across the mottled clock body, causing a very slight buzzing sound, as if the wind and rain were coming and the waves were surging. Yang Qingyin was immersed in it, feeling that her mood also trembled, and the trembling did not cause damage. On the contrary, she felt a deep calm.

But this is not what she wants.

The bald man poked his head out of the top of the clock and asked in a low voice: "Is it useful? The ancestor is really. He threw down a demon-suppressing bell and didn't tell us how to use it. Should I get in and take a look?"

For seven days, Yang Qingyin spent most of her time circling around the Demon-Suppressing Bell, and the tent was just over a dozen steps away, and she had never entered it once.

The Demon-Suppressing Bell is one of the nine treasures of the Taoist dynasty. The ancestor Fang Xunmo actually sent it to the island to lend it to Yang Qingyin, asking her to help Mu Xingqiu, who was in the country.

Yang Qingyin was both happy and confused about this. The behavior of high-level Taoist priests was usually very strange. Even as a Taoist sect, she often couldn't see through it. What confused her the most was that Fang Xunmo left the Demon-Suppressing Bell and left. After telling a long history, she did not give any guidance on the use of the Demon-Suppressing Bell.

After all, magic weapons are magic weapons. First of all, magic must be used to make them work. Yang Qingyin once used the sword-washing pool water to cast Taiyin Fire, which was very effective. The Demon-Suppressing Bell was also good in this regard, but the Taiyin Fire was meaningless to help Mu Xingqiu.

So far, the Demon-Suppressing Bell has only been beneficial to Yang Qingyin, and its benefits are limited. She is a Taoist priest, and she cannot control the treasure of Taoism, and can only stimulate very little power.

Yang Qingyin really hopes that someone can help her, not be as mysterious as the ancestor. It is better to say something directly instead of letting her guess here. Bald man is a good partner, which adds a little bit of anger to Xiaodao, but he can't help in this matter.

"I'll touch some tricks." Yang Qingyin once again reached out and stroked the clock body. Listening to the pleasant buzzing sound, "Did you hear it? The sound is very special."

"It's like a group of mosquitoes screaming in my ears." The bald man couldn't say hesitated to the bell. But he never liked it.

"Haha, this is not the mosquito's call. It's the sound of the jade-clear and righteous injected by the ancestor. Bald man, fly away and see if you can still hear the bell."

"Okay." The bald man flew to the other side of the island, turned his head and asked after more than ten steps, "My mother, is your name from 'Yuqing Zhengyin'?"

"Yes, I haven't asked my mother." Yang Qingyin didn't care about the name.

The bald man continued to fly forward, and the mosquito screams were always lingering in his ears, without strengthening or weakening. After dozens of steps, he turned around and asked loudly: "My mother, guess what Brother Xiaoqiu is doing at this time?"

"He... either fights or practices martial arts." Yang Qingyin couldn't imagine the situation inside Zhibubang, and had no idea about the so-called sacred tree.

The bald man flew to the sea, about a hundred steps away from the Demon-Suppressing Bell, turned his head again, shouting loudly: "I can't hear it, I can't hear it this time!"

Yang Qingyin began to inject mana into the body of the clock, but it was as if it were stones sinking into the sea. No matter how much mana she increased, the bald man, who was a hundred steps away, always shook his head and said that he could not hear the "mosquito scream".

Yang Qingyin waved to let the bald man come back, knowing that he still couldn't find the trick.

"If I had known that I would stay on the island, I would have brought Zuo Liuying and the others, and it would have been more lively. I guess what Xiao Hao and the others were doing?" The bald man fell back to the top of the clock and began to worry about other people again.

"Well... I guess Zuo Liuying has condensed the elixir for the third time." Yang Qingyin answered casually, still walking around the demon-suppressing bell, "Fleas are keeping watch, Feifei is thinking, Xiao Yao..."

"Xiao Hao must be practicing boxing, hey... hey... I don't know how many arms she has practiced." The bald man used three strands of hair to practice bone-forging fist as if he was. After five or six moves, he stopped, "I'm so hungry."

"You haven't eaten food for more than ten years, and you're just hungry today?" Yang Qingyin found it funny.

"I don't know why... Hey. I'm not hungry now." Bald man continued to practice boxing, and this time he only insisted on three or four moves. "My mother, I'm really hungry, the kind of hunger I put on my back... Wait, the hunger passed, oh, I seem to understand." Bald man practiced boxing again, two or three moves and one stop, and three times later he came to the accurate conclusion-

"You will be hungry once you practice boxing, and you will not be hungry if you don't practice boxing. This is not a bone-forging boxing, it is clearly a hungry boxing. It's true, it wasn't like this before."

Yang Qingyin smiled, "Mu Xingqiu and Xiao Gao also practice boxing, and have never been like you."

"It's true. I didn't lie to you. If you don't believe me, you can practice it yourself." The bald man found that Yang Qingyin didn't seem to believe her words, so he became anxious.

Yang Qingyin can also be used to forge bone fists. It was a few years ago. Mu Xingqiu could not perform the Nine Changes of Beasts alone at the same time. He hoped that Yang Qingyin would help. She said she was unwilling, but she secretly practiced the full set of forging bone fists in private. But Mu Xingqiu made great progress since then and there was no need for her cooperation.

In order to deal with the bald man, Yang Qingyin made a fist casually. After three moves, she stopped and looked at Zhongding's head in surprise.

"I didn't lie to you, are you?" The bald man was proud, "Bone Forging Fist is a hungry fist."

Yang Qingyin practiced a few more moves, from unsolved to confusion, from confusion to sudden realization, her mother left a lot of elixirs, and she took them on time, making sure that her body was not hungry, "It was not you and me who were hungry... it was another person, another person who was also practicing boxing..."

"Is it Xiao Yao? She is sleepy and greedy."

"Yes..." Yang Qingyin continued to practice boxing, and her feelings became clearer and clearer. For her, who rarely starved since she was a child, it felt as uncomfortable as if her stomach was hit hard by a spell.

"It's Mu Xingqiu." She had no doubts anymore, and she still had not stopped her fists and feet, and soon discovered that if the fists and feet hit Zhong, the feeling of hunger would be even more obvious.

"How come Brother Xiaoqiu is so hungry? Did Zhibubang have no food? What should I do? We have to find a way to give Brother Xiaoqiu some food..."

The hunger disappeared. No matter how Yang Qingyin punched or how she hit the demon-suppressing bell, she didn't feel like she was coming back. "He had to practice boxing there, and we practice boxing here too to have the same feeling."

Yang Qingyin understood some things, but there were more doubts with them. Is it useful only to practice boxing at the same time? Can Mu Xingqiu feel her and bald?

But as Bald man was worried, the most important thing at the moment was to "send" food to Mu Xingqiu.

Yang Qingyin pressed the demon-suppressing bell with both hands, and had no idea about how to deliver things to Zhibu Bangli. She could only think about Mu Xingqiu, and her heart hurt.

The bald man stood quietly on the top of the clock, no longer talking to Yang Qingyin. He was also thinking about Brother Xiaoqiu, his head hurts, and the demonic eyes on his forehead flashed.

Bang, the bald man fell from the top of the bell and slammed heavily on the reef.

Yang Qingyin was startled and hurriedly picked up the bald man and checked carefully. His head was hard enough, but he didn't fall, but he fainted. After a while, Youyou woke up, "Red Fruit, all of his eyes are full of red fruits. I'll help me pick off the demon eyes, it makes me dizzy."

Yang Qingyin breathed a sigh of relief, sent the bald man into the tent, and ordered him to rest for a while.

For the rest of the day, Yang Qingyin kept practicing boxing next to the Demon-Suppressing Bell. Several times he caught the feeling that was not his own. Most of it was hungry, but it was not as obvious as the first time. Mu Xingqiu on the other side seemed to have eaten something.

In the evening, the bald man came out and flew to the top of the clock to see Yang Qingyin practicing boxing. "My mother, you should have a rest too."

"I'm not tired." Yang Qingyin was actually almost unable to hold on, but she finally made some progress and she must not just stop.

This was just the beginning. She believed that she would experience Mu Xingqiu more and more, and could even find a way to help him.

After midnight, Yang Qingyin could no longer capture Mu Xingqiu's feelings. She tried other spells and entered the state of thought, but none of them worked. She didn't want to get in the tent to rest, so she sat next to the demon-suppressing seed and asked the bald man to practice boxing. "In the future, let's take turns practicing boxing. If you have a strange feeling, tell each other."

The bald man started to practice very seriously. After he was not responding for a long time, he became a little tired. While practicing boxing, he chatted with Yang Qingyin. He had a long puzzled question, "Why didn't the ancestor explain the usage of the demon-suppressing species? Zuo Liuying also has this problem. What did the higher Taoist priest think?"

"The process of understanding is the process of gain."

Yang Qingyin said this, and then she remembered that this was a sentence she had heard inadvertently at the Zufeng. She couldn't help but smile, "You know something, but you may not keep it in your heart. Only after something you have been pursuing hard can you remember it firmly."

The bald man was still dancing a few strands of hair, but he was no longer thinking about bone-forging fists. "Oh, I understand a little bit, I said that, one day I may forget Brother Xiaoqiu, but you won't, because you've 'tracked'."

Yang Qing stood up in a stern voice, "Who said I was 'pursuing hard'? I just... I just... you are always eleven or twelve years old, so you will never understand some things."

The bald man laughed. He was really scared when I got angry. This is something that will never change.

"Hongguozi, you said Hongguozi." Yang Qingyin's mind flashed and she vaguely understood something.

"Yes, the bright red fruit must be shining with the magic eyes. It is not very obedient today."

"Bald, don't think of Mu Xingqiu, that golem."

"The golem that Brother Xiaoqiu took away?"

"Um."

The bald man was very obedient and made him think whatever he wanted. His three strands of hair danced like a whirlwind. Although he could not make a complete bone-forging fist, he was still inseparable.

After the game, he stopped and was stunned for a while, "I seemed to see that golem. No, I am the golem. I saw things around me, as if... there is Brother Xiaoqiu, but I can't see clearly, it's a figure anyway."

Yang Qingyin kept staring at the bald man and saw the demonic eyes on his head flashing constantly.

The golem cannot move. It is also a doubt that why Bald man can feel the existence of the golem through the bone-forging fist, but Yang Qingyin's eyes suddenly became clear and no longer had any eyes to do what he would do in the future.

"Bald, from now on, you and I will change to learn the illusion of mind."

"Okay." The bald man cheered loudly.

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