The moon has set, the crows are crying, and the sky is full of frost. It is the middle of winter, and it is one quarter past three at midnight, when the coldest weather is at its worst.
Feng Qingyang looked up at the waning moon above, and it seemed that at this moment, he had already understood something.
However, Ji Xuantian was deeply imprinted in his mind.
The moon set, the dawn rose, and when the first ray of purple air arrived in the east, Feng Qingyang finally came back to his senses. He opened his eyes, as if trying to find any trace of Xuan Tianji's presence last night in the air around him.
"Is it an illusion?" he murmured, and then flew towards the cave he had opened with his head.
Today, his goal was fifty magic-level fire spells. Although he had drawn a lot yesterday, it was not exactly fifty. After all, it was already afternoon when he started yesterday.
At this moment, he concentrated his mind, and his aura immediately returned to its peak. Without any further preparation, the lines of the fire talisman naturally appeared in his mind.
He took the pen, dipped it in ink, and spread the yellow paper. After everything was ready, he began to wave it quickly, and as he waved it, the disappeared aura suddenly reappeared in the cave.
He never stopped and seemed to know no fatigue. However, he was not in the same state today as he was yesterday. It seemed that the conversation last night had caused ripples in his heart.
But with ripples, it is no longer peaceful. If it is not peaceful, you cannot draw the talisman wholeheartedly, and you cannot enter the state of enlightenment, which is the unity of man and nature in the talisman.
But at least his strength was still there, it was just that this time the painting was not easy, but rather consuming. He kept painting like this, and only when a whole pile of yellow talisman paper had piled up beside him did he finally put down the brush in his hand.
At this moment, he looked a little tired and haggard, his face had lost its luster, and he was no longer in the same state as yesterday, but his energy was consumed extremely quickly.
Although, his speed was still fast, it was no longer non-stop.
Sitting cross-legged aside, his storage ring flashed and a pile of spirit stones suddenly appeared. It was daytime and the yin energy was extremely dim, so he could only absorb spiritual energy.
The 'Tai Yin Sutra' originally had the function of refining various auras, therefore, when the spiritual energy entered the body, it was immediately transformed rapidly and then completely absorbed by the body.
The Qi in Dantian rotated like stars, like a millstone, and more like a gear. When it began to turn, it immediately infused surges of magic power into every corner of his body, as well as his tired spirit.
When the spirit stones on the ground were exhausted, Feng Qingyang stood up again, dusted himself off, regained his spirit, walked to the platform, picked up the brush and started writing quickly.
He worked hard all the time and drew dozens of pictures in one breath. All his energy was immediately exhausted and he felt like sleeping.
Sleep is a very rare word among monks. For them, rest means meditation, and meditation can restore themselves to their best state.
However, Feng Qingyang was tired at this moment. He felt a little exhausted, not to mention that his energy was almost exhausted. He thought about giving up, but... giving up meant the death of the Black Armor Army.
Because, without the protection of the fire spell, their own defensive light curtain can't resist the monsters in the black fog. Only this kind of thing can save their lives.
When Feng Qingyang accepted this army in his heart, he said to himself that if he could bring them alive, then he would naturally also bring them back alive.
Therefore, when he felt that he had recovered, he immediately stood up, dipped the brush in ink and drew talismans again, repeating this cycle. He would rest when he was tired, and continue drawing talismans when he had rested enough.
In a whole day, he actually drew fifty pictures. When today's goal was completed, he suddenly let out a long sigh, seeming to be particularly relieved, because he knew that every time he drew a picture, he could save a life.
When the sun set and the bright moon began to rise, Feng Qingyang once again put the talisman he had drawn into the storage ring. Then, with a flash of his figure, he suddenly appeared on the hilltop where he was last night.
However, when he appeared, he found that the hill was no longer his alone, but there was another person on it, and that person was - Xuan Tian Ji!
As if she had known that he would appear again tonight, there was no surprise on Xuan Tian Ji's face. Instead, there was a deep look, as profound as the vast starry sky.
"It seems you knew I would come here tonight!"
Feng Qingyang moved his feet and immediately walked towards Xuantian Ji. The two stood side by side on the top of the mountain. Tonight, there seemed to be no cold wind like last night, and naturally there was no such coldness.
Hearing this, Xuan Tian Ji pursed her lips and smiled softly, shaking the Xuan Tian Treasure Mirror in her hand at him, and said with a smile: "With the Treasure Mirror in hand, there is nothing in the world that I don't know."
There seemed to be complacency in his tone, but there was also a strong sense of self-confidence. The Xuantian Treasure Mirror was not something that this world could possess. It was just obtained by the first generation Tianji Old Man by chance.
But this is a kind of fate, perhaps it can also be called reincarnation. If the first generation Tianji old man had not obtained it, today's Xuantian Ji would not have calculated Feng Qingyang.
"Can you tell where I come from?" Feng Qingyang suddenly said this. At the same time, his eyes were shining with light, and he looked at Xuan Tianji without blinking.
"I don't know." Xuan Tianji, who was originally laughing, immediately restrained her smile, but answered very straightforwardly.
Although the night was long, Feng Qingyang had a beautiful woman by his side. He sat cross-legged at one end. The breeze blew, and his red hair fluttered in the cool moonlight. He had already fallen into a deep level of cultivation.
He must practice, practice all the time, and keep himself at the peak. Only in this way can he survive.
When dawn came and I opened my eyes, Xuan Tian Ji beside me had disappeared, just like she came and went in a hurry last night.
After returning to the cave, he took up the brush and dipped it in ink again. This time, drawing the talisman went particularly smoothly. He didn't feel as exhausted as he did yesterday. On the contrary, he was a little faster.
When the day passed, he did not rush to put the talisman into the storage ring again, but held it in his hand and counted it carefully.
"I actually drew sixty pictures today. What a speed..." After counting, he was a little shocked, wondering how it was possible for him to draw so many.
But then he shook his head, put it into the storage ring, and immediately flew towards the top of the mountain again.
Sure enough, when he arrived again, Xuan Tian Ji seemed to have been waiting here for a long time.
Feeling the fluctuation of breath coming from behind, Xuan Tianji turned around, smiled gently, and said: "You are here!"
"I am coming… "