The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

There was such a name. Later, when Lu Zhaoling grew up, she often avoided that child, because when she was four years old, she gave the child a name called Mancang.

The family's surname is Tian.

The field is full.

It seems that there is nothing wrong at first glance.

But that child is a little girl!

When Lu Zhaoling was stopped, their village's granary was right next to him, and there were a few old farmers talking about the harvest there.

She is only four years old, what can she remember?

She just remembered that her master had told her that the harvest was good this year and that everyone in the village down the mountain would probably have enough grain to fill their granaries.

So she suddenly had an idea and gave him this name.

The adult in that family had a very conflicted look on his face.

But later I let my daughter call her by that name.

Now that the master suddenly said this, Lu Zhaoling grabbed his arm.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

When she pulled Yin Changxing over, she saw a look of unbearable pain on his face.

No way, just say those one sentence and then change the person?

Sure enough, the pain on his face disappeared, and Yin Changxing sighed at her again, "Why do you always feel that I am your master?"

Lu Zhaoling shook his hand away.

"Humph."

She went out.

"This child has a very bad temper."

Yin Changxing said to Lu Song.

Lu Song looked at him and also felt a little strange.

Uncle Yin’s situation is really puzzling.

Outside, Qingyu carefully placed Yin Yunting on the couch.

Qingyin brought out a quilt and covered him with it.

It's really cold in the yard late at night.

But the lady has her own reasons.

Lu Zhaoling held the golden pen and asked them to step back. He stood beside Yin Yunting and drew talismans in the air with the pen.

She drew very quickly, one symbol for each direction.

The talisman is half a person's height.

When the talisman was completed, golden light became bright.

The eight talismans were drawn, like a circle of golden barrier, surrounding Yin Yunting in the middle.

The wind is blowing slightly.

But when the wind blew, everyone was surprised to find that the wind blowing on their faces was actually warm?

"The Gathering Spirit Talisman Array can mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, helping the injured person's blood flow, unblocking their meridians, reviving their vitality, and healing their essence."

Lu Song explained it to them.

"However, there are different levels of drawing this kind of talisman formation. The general spirit-gathering talisman formation is to use normal yellow paper and cinnabar to draw the talismans, and then spread the talismans in the eight directions. This can also gather spirits, but the effect is average."

"It also depends on the cultivation level of the person who drew the talisman. Some people have average cultivation levels, and the spirit gathering talisman array they drew can only be felt by people from the Xuanmen sect."

"But for the case of the senior sister, who draws talismans in the void, and the talismans are so large, ordinary people can immediately feel the difference when they enter."

It was only after Lu Song's explanation that everyone else understood.

They all looked at Lu Zhaoling with admiration.

"The princess is really amazing."

Lu Song also felt very proud.

Such a powerful person is his senior sister.

Now it seems that the master is also quite powerful. He looked at Yin Changxing again. It is estimated that there are still some strange things on his body now, but it will be fine in the future. It is estimated that his cultivation is also very high.

He was blessed by heaven to be able to enter such a master's sect.

At this time, Lu Song couldn't help but think of his master.

Master has been looking for the First Xuanmen, but now no one knows where they are. Master, do you know that the traitors of the First Xuanmen have appeared?

Does this count as finding the first mysterious door?

at this time.

Outside Subei City.

West of the camp.

There is a cave in a cold and boundless mountain range.

The cave was deep and must have been carefully cleaned and burned. The walls were charred black and there were no plants or living things left, not even snakes, ants or rats.

There were large pieces of fur and blankets on the floor, and some boxes were piled up in a mess on one side.

Some of these boxes were locked, some were half-open, and one of them had a faint golden sheen.

There were a few flattened tree stumps on the blanket, which served as tables, on which were placed some fruits, melons and snacks.

There were several wine jars stacked nearby.

There were torches burning in the cave.

At this moment, the smell of alcohol filled the entire cave. In addition to the smell of alcohol, one could also faintly smell a hint of blood.

A man was lying on the side of the fur mat.

He was dressed in black, with his face covered with cloth, leaving only a pair of eyes visible, which were now tightly closed.

He lay there, motionless.

On the other side, a man in a black robe with the hood of his cloak still on his head, his face shrouded in shadow, was sitting there, drawing a talisman.

He used a black pen.

There was a skull pattern engraved on the tip of the pen.

The man sitting opposite him was Song Zhi.

At the entrance of the cave, there was a thick darkness, as if countless ghost shadows were crowded together, blocking the moonlight outside the cave.

The moment Song Zhi's ankle was grabbed by the ghost hand, he had already made his choice.

He knew that if he stayed there, he would be no match for Lu Zhaoling.

However, he didn't want to fall into Lu Zhaoling's hands.

Because he was not sure whether he could withstand Lu Zhaoling's tactics and blurt out some past events.

And those were things he was unwilling to say.

Therefore, it would be better to be caught by the ghost hand right then and there.

Anyway, the person who took action at that time was definitely not in the same group as Lu Zhaoling.

Sure enough, he was brought to this cave and met this man.

Song Zhi hadn't seen the man's face clearly yet.

However, he guessed the other party's identity.

This is the one he has always wanted to find, but he was not sure whether it still existed in the world!

The traitor with amazing talent in the First Xuanmen!

But who is the soul on the other side who is left with only one breath left?

Song Zhi had summoned a hundred-year-old ghost before, but the ghost was killed.

He also summoned the woman who had possessed the lover of the Lord of Yinfeng Valley, the "Madam", but that Madam was also killed.

This was a good opportunity, but it failed.

"Senior, but..." Song Zhi couldn't wait any longer and took the initiative to ask, "The supreme genius of the First Xuan Sect, Yun Badao?"

As soon as the name was spoken, the black shadow paused in drawing the talisman.

Fu Yihei spontaneously combusted.

When Song Zhi saw this scene, he was secretly shocked.

He didn't expect that just by saying the name, the other party's talisman was ruined.

Is your Tao heart so unstable?

Or is this name a taboo?

The talisman was broken. The black shadow slowly put down the pen, then slowly raised his head.

Song Zhi just felt his heart stop a little.

He felt a little pressured just by the other party doing such actions.

"It has been nearly several decades since I last heard of this name."

The black shadow said this slowly in a hoarse voice.

This is also tantamount to acknowledging one's own identity.

Song Zhi also saw his face clearly at this time. His pupils shrank and suddenly changed color.