In this way, after successfully attacking the mysterious fetus, Ding Xing dived into the mental method of "One Thought to Write" and started to study hard.

He lives alone in a not-so-wide restriction, which is equivalent to being restricted from being free. He actually has nothing else to do except to practice magic in seclusion.

Time passes quietly, and inadvertently another year and a half.

This day.

It happened to be a full moon night.

According to the habit, Ding Xing placed a desk made of spiritual sandalwood on the outside of the spiritual cellar and spread a stack of waxy spiritual paper on the platform, as if he was going to write something at his desk.

The little book demon jumped onto the book stage as usual, pressing the black stone inkstone larger than its demon body with one hand, and holding the spiritual smoke ink in the other hand, grinding the ink with a smile ink in the inkstone. This is the beauty it has recently fallen in love with.

Whenever it grinds out the ink and looks at the sparkling spiritual ink from nowhere, it seems extremely excited.

Seeing that it was so interesting, Ding Xing didn't chase it away, and let it play the temporary grinding boy on the desk.

To practice "One Thought of Writing" you must use the mortal stationery utensils. Ding Xing used citrus to refine a set, but he wrote and painted on paper as usual, and did not gain any gains.

In the past year and a half, he has been studying "A Thought of Writing" tirelessly. He has long learned to identify the "Xiaozun" Taoist essays in accordance with the requirements of the mind method and can write them flexibly, but he has never been able to "Imperial characters to make the method".

In other words, he studied for more than a year and was just like a scholar in the mortal world, mastering a new text. As for what magical powers this text contains, he didn't know anything, and he didn't even have a trace of his eyes.

"Where is this method?" He was quite annoyed, threw his brush on the desk, and looked up at the moon in depression.

"Ha, if this method can be easily practiced, the Qiongtai Sect will never judge "One Thought to Write" as a side-door way!" The voice of the Taoist Jian rang out.

I saw a cloud of blood mist jumping from one side of the book stand, gathering and gathering, changing into a half-length portrait of a Taoist cutter. He held the wine pot in one hand and poured a sip into his mouth: "Good wine! I'll wake up my brother's five-skin song, how can I drink it so happily!"

Ding Xing turned his head to look at him and smiled, "Since Brother Yi Jian woke up half a year ago, he asked me for spiritual wine every day. After you drank so much wine from me, have you understood the mystery of "One Thought to Write"?"

Yi Jian Taoist wiped his mouth quickly: "It's not that I don't want to comprehend, the key is that I don't have enough qualifications! You wake up your brother to protect my soul for eight years and help me turn into ghosts and rebirth. This is to recreate great kindness. Now that you are facing difficulties, I am more anxious than you!"

He sighed repeatedly: "But I really have limited understanding of the true teachings of Yizhi School!"

Half a year ago, his ghost body was greatly improved. When his spiritual intelligence completely recovered, he learned that the original name of "Brother Muye" was "Ding Xing". At the Jiuzhuang Festival, Ding Xing made a deal with him after disguising himself.

Ding Xing secretly protected him with the Soul-Ding Pill for nearly ten years, and his loyalty made him even more moved, thinking about how to serve him.

When he learned that Ding Xing encountered difficulties in practicing "A Thought of Writing" and actively participated in solving the problems, the result was that he had studied for half a year, but he had no clue yet.

This made him feel extremely ashamed.

He could only explain some speculations to Ding Xing: "Brother Xing, it may be that the four treasures of the study are used wrongly! This kind of small seal spiritual text, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone should all require specific spiritual tools!"

Ding Xing also thought so, but the predecessors of the Qiongtai Sect must have considered this aspect. It is important to know that many of the predecessors of the sect have spent decades to study "A thought of writing". The four treasures of the study should consume at least hundreds of sets, and there should be all kinds. So even if Ding Xing uses paper treasures to create the four treasures of the study, the final result may still be useless.

But this is a way. Ding Xing always wants to find a few sets of antiques in the study of a piece of paper and try it out. Without personal testing, he will not give up.

After chatting about the difficulties of "A Thought of Writing" for a while.

Ding Xing turned the topic to Zhanqing Lingquan. He asked Yi Jian Taoist: "In this flash, I have been trapped here for three years. Brother Yi Jian, do you think those disciples of the sect may still come back?"

Taoist Yijian replied: "I think there is a possibility of coming back at 70% or 80%! The sects of Wei Kingdom have always been domineering. Since they had occupied this spiritual spring a thousand years ago, it was the territory of the sect. They would definitely not tolerate outsiders stealing it!"

He pointed to the empty mountains and forests outside the ban: "There were dozens of monks living here, but they didn't dare to return for three years. Why is this? Because they also understood that the Qiongtai Sect would come back sooner or later to deal with them, and they were all scared away!"

Ding Xing shook his head slightly: "When will we have to wait? I can't stay sleepy all the time! If they come back ten years later, would I have to delay here for ten years?"

It is indeed not a solution to wait.

Yijian Taoist turned his head and looked at the Yuezhimen Gate: "It's better to break through the door and try it! Wake up, the ice door you opened is at the farthest end of Binghua Mountain!"

In the past six months, Ding Xing has opened the moon paper door many times and displayed it to Yi Jian Taoist, hoping that Yi Jian Taoist will help study the location of the ice gate.

"I heard from my master's old tailor that any moon paper door left by the Paper Sect that if you want to drive it, it is not only related to your cultivation, but also closely related to your strength."

Ding Xing hurriedly asked, "What does Brother Yijiu mean?"

Yi Jian Taoist pointed at the little Shu Yao: "Every time you push the door, you need this little demon to replenish the moon power. With its shallow demon power, you can easily push the Yuezhi Door open, which means that the distance of the Yuezhi Door teleportation is not far! If the ice door is far in the horizon, then you and the little demon add up, don't even push the Yuezhi Door in the slightest way!"

Ding Xing quite agrees with this view.

The teleportation array built by the Seventh Sect of Weiguo is the most consuming formation. If it is teleported from Yuezhi Kingdom to Binghua Mountain in the northern border, the required spirit stones will be astronomical.

Ding Xing walked through the moon paper gate and opened the teleportation. He didn't need a spirit stone. He relied on his magic power alone, plus the moon power of the little book demon, how far can it be for a teleportation?

The Taoist Yijian always believed that the Ice Gate might not be in Binghua Mountain, but was hidden in an iceberg in the center of Weiguo, and the left and right would not leave the sphere of influence of Weiguo.

If Ding Xing really doesn't want to continue to be trapped, the Taoist who cuts the swordsman suggests Ding Xing to teleport with confidence and boldness.

But the Taoist Yijian ignored one factor, that is, the four-petal flower spirit priest, and the magic power that activated the teleportation may also come from the spirit priest, and the prohibition surrounding the spirit priest.

After all, Ding Xing can push open the Yuezhi Door entirely by spiritual guidance to lock the direction. There must be a close magical connection between the two. Ding Xing feels that his role in teleportation is not the most critical.

"Wait a little longer!" Ding Xing decided to wait for another half a year to a year. Anyway, he still has more than ten jars of eight fruit flower porridge on his body, so his practice will not be delayed.
Chapter completed!