Zhu Niao, who was the first to recover easily, went back and grabbed a few phoenixes and sent letters to the beasts.
The beasts who were holding array plates and delving into the basics of the array method got a message, got inspiration from the array point made up by Zhuniao, and discovered the magical effect of Gu Xiaobai.
The Shenzhou Grand Array is a composite large array formed by overlapping many small arrays. It is not difficult to repair, but it is not easy to say it is simple.
Now that there is a hint of the formation map, the mythical beasts walked around to the place that needs to be repaired, and found that the formation itself was basically damaged due to the ground movement, or it was generally in disrepair.
Disrepair for a long time refers to the loss of spiritual energy and the inability to supplement it in other forms, resulting in the loss of the effect of the formation.
If you insist, the former is troublesome, and the latter is many times more troublesome than the former.
Most of the formations damaged by the earthquake only need to be repaired and restored, and then take advantage of the opportunity of restarting the formation to redraw the formation.
For the part that has been in disrepair, it is necessary to first have a sufficient understanding of the formation, and adjust and correct the formation in combination with the current environment.
This is a problem that makes the divine beasts who only want to solve violently feel bald.
But fortunately, with Gu Bai, who has mastered the Moshanhe River, repairing the cracks caused by crustal movement and other strange factors has become simple and efficient.
And occasionally encountering places that have been circled by humans as a cultural tourism landscape, basically, after clearing the field, a fixed person—that is, the previous human girl, came to contact.
"Be careful when you get in and out, there are frequent human cars here and there."
Bai Hu held a reel that did not match his image, and led Gu Bai around a small grassy slope for a few laps, and then came to the edge of a highway. , suddenly disappeared in place.
A thick fog was exposed in front of them, and a pungent smell of sulphur hit their faces.
Gu Bai turned his head and looked around: "Hot spring?"
"Well... the next step is to go this way." Bai Hu replied.
He unfolded the scroll a little more, and while walking, he was still complaining in a small voice: "Now it's a place with better scenery that has been surrounded by humans. built."
It's hard to do anything when it's turned into a hot spring villa.
Gu Bai has also read a lot of books recently, and said solemnly: "Developing tourism."
Bai Hu glanced at him, then looked at the dense ancient writing on the scroll, and sighed heavily.
"I think I'm going bald." Bai Hu looked at the pile of words on the scroll and felt that his hair was falling out.
Hearing this, Gu Bai tilted his head to look at the top of Baihu's head, and looked at it seriously for a while.
Bai Hu was seen with all the hair on his body about to explode, and he raised his hand to cover his head in a panic: "... Really, really bald?!"
Gu Bai was stunned for a moment, then quickly waved his hand: "No, no, it's still very dense."
Bai Hu carefully touched it carefully, making sure that his hair was still thick around him, and he let out a long sigh of relief.
"Scared me… "
Gu Bai followed the white tiger forward, stopped in front of a hot spring, then turned to look to the left.
There is a steep cliff over there, about three to four meters away from the other cliff on the opposite side.
"Uh..." Bai Hu didn't expect it, and was stunned for a long time.
After so many repairs, Gu Bai knew very well what he should do.
He obediently took out the paintbrush and asked, "Fill in...?"
White Tiger nodded: "Fill in."
Gu Bai rolled up his sleeves and walked to the edge of the cliff.
The two cliffs seem to be torn apart by force. The cliffs are very long, and a rare and rich spiritual energy flows from the bottom of the canyon in the middle.
"The core of this point is well preserved." Baihu probed out and mumbled.
After replenishing the formation several times, Gu Bai also had an idea of how to repair it.
To put it more bluntly, the technique of painting mountains and rivers is actually expressing one's own imagination in a concrete way.
In order to make up the canyon into a flat land suitable for replenishing the formation pattern, it must be made very natural.
As if the crack never existed.
This time it was a big project.
Gu Bai looked at this long canyon and thought.
Baihu sat on the side and looked down at the scroll in his hand.
Occasionally look up at Gu Bai's progress.
Although the project is huge, what Gu Bai really wants to paint is actually the soil layer covering the bridge between the two canyons.
With the support of his awesome physical strength, Gu Bai's progress was actually very fast.
Baihu felt uncomfortable in the wet environment surrounded by hot springs, and he couldn't bear to hold the scroll with the basics of the formation in his hand.
The white tiger, whose nature is still a beast, simply cannot calm down about this kind of literary task.
Anything that would allow them to concentrate quietly for a while, probably only when fighting with evenly matched monsters, or when hunting.
Compared with the scroll in his hand and the wet environment around him, Bai Hu was more interested in Gu Bai.
To be precise, he was interested in the fact that his colleagues recently said that Si Yiming's head was green.
Just kidding, this is Si Yiming's joke!
This scheming miser has not had any black history that can be grasped for so many years. If he can be greened by a human being, he can at least point at it and laugh at him for five hundred years!
Thinking about it makes the beast look forward to it very much.
Si Yiming has been very busy recently, so busy that he only met Gu Bai a few times in a hurry.
The reason is mainly because Pixiu is too rich.
—Based on Si Yiming's inventory or his former inventory, if he encounters basically indistinguishable array pattern materials or cores, it is definitely right to find Si Yiming.
This stingy Pixiu still has the bigger picture in mind, and when it comes to making up for it, he is surprisingly easy to talk about.
Basically on demand.
Although the mythical beasts all know that the recent reckless use of Si Yiming will definitely be written down by this careful guy, but the plastic love rarely prevails for many years. Naturally, there is revenge and revenge.
The consequence is a fight and then the small vault is emptied. If nothing else, it is said that this time it is filled, and it is estimated that everyone's small vault is empty.
Not to mention the white tiger, a ghetto mythical beast whose pockets are stuck on both sides when he doesn't make up for it.
Let's see what Si Yiming can do, just a little bit.
Bai Hu thought happily, and shoved the scroll in his hand into the mustard space, and leaned over to Gu Bai's side.
Gu Bai seemed to be unaware, he was concentrating on painting in the void in front of him, and the aura that was drawn by the brush strokes gathered together, almost revealing the aura that was visible to the naked eye.
Just as Bai Hu was about to say hello, he was stunned by this hand.
He has seen this hand before, those gods who painted mirages casually in the past, even with a wave of the ink pen, the aura that can be touched at will can shave off a layer of hair on the tip of his tail!
That's no ordinary fur!
That was the fur of the divine beast, the white tiger, born of his dignified world!
Bai Hu looked at Gu Bai, touched his butt, and glanced at the nib of Gu Bai's pen that held the spiritual energy in his hand, recalling the dark history of his tail hair being accidentally shaved while he slept well, and the hair all over his body was blown up. Fluffy and fluffy, I couldn't help but shy back.
When Gu Bai felt tired, took back the pen and did a set of eye exercises and turned to look at the white tiger, he saw the prototype of the white tiger far away from him, the white tiger almost blending in with the surrounding fog...
How stupid this prototype looks, the white tiger glared at his peas eyes, his ears were drooping down, his two big feet were holding his tail, and he cherished and licked his tail fur very carefully.
"… "
Gu Bai looked away.
Apparently the humanoid looks pretty good, but the prototype is real... stupid.
Bai Hu's ears trembled, keenly aware that the movement that aroused his psychological shadow gradually subsided.
The plane ears quickly stood up.
He stood up, shook the water droplets on his body because of the lingering mist, and sat down beside Gu Bai, looking like he was ready to talk for a long time.
Gu Bai looked at the big white tiger who was approaching.
His fur is snow-white without the slightest variegation, smooth and shiny with a little white fluorescence. His body is huge and mighty, his feet are thick and fat, his claws are sharp and sharp, and two sharp teeth are exposed from both sides of the snout. Small tip.
This is really a beast that came out of the picture scroll of the gods.
- If you don't look at your face.
Gu Bai's gaze moved from Bai Hu to his face, and after meeting his gaze for two seconds, he quickly looked away before laughing.
Bai Hu has a big heart, so he didn't notice the slight smile in Gu Bai's eyes.
Gu Bai cleared his throat: "Aren't you looking at the scroll?"
The white tiger flicked its tail, and the tiger's face that looked so mourned looked even more mourned: "It looks bald."
Gu Bai looked at his tiger head and whispered, "I'm not bald yet."
Baihu raised his claws sullenly to block his head: "I lost my hair! I got up this morning and lost two of them! Two! Rounding up is bald!"
Gu Bai opened his mouth and closed it again.
It may be that the hair is shed during the season, after all, it is almost summer.
he thinks.
"Gu Xiaobai, do you know?" Bai Hu suddenly remembered what he wanted to do, and suddenly sat upright.
Gu Bai was stunned for a moment, then he straightened his expression and straightened his back.
"They all said, you are for a human..." Baihu paused mysteriously.
Gu Bai's face was full of question marks.
"They all said that you gave Si Yiming to Green for a human being!"
Gu Bai was stunned: "...?"
Bai Hu took the opportunity to take a closer look at Gu Bai's expression, and then let out an unhappy "Break".
"It's fake," he complained, "I still want to see Si Yiming's jokes!"
Gu Bai looked at the angry white tiger and couldn't help thinking about how idle the monsters were.
Even the busy and serious matter of making up the formation can't block their brain holes.
"Oh, when will Si Yiming overturn the car?"
The white tiger lay down and looked at the Wanzhang canyon next to him, thinking about when the little pigtail would stick out.
In this way, he will be able to hold on to Si Yiming's pigtails in the future to pay his bills!
The slum beast rubbed his claws in anticipation.
Gu Bai listened to Bai Hu's repeated humming of the Pixiu overturning the car. As soon as he looked up, he saw a figure in the distance walking silently, getting closer and closer.
The figure approached here silently, and Bai Hu was still murmuring words like "put a green hat on Si Yiming" and "Why don't we conspire to empty Si Yiming's small treasury" .
Gu Bai looked at Mr. Si, who walked two meters away from the White Tiger with narrowed eyes and a sinister face, and then looked at the White Tiger, who was seriously calculating how much he owed Si Yiming, and gave him wisely. Mr. Si, who had written all over his body that he wanted to fight a tiger, stepped aside.
Bai Hu roughly counted the last ten debts, and sighed with great sadness.
"It's not over yet, it's not over yet in this life, Pixiu still counts as interest, why don't you just get rid of him."
"Oh? It seems that I can only do it first."
Si Yiming said coolly, lifted his foot and kicked the white tiger down the canyon.
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