Bao Ma is rich in the realm of self-cultivation

Exactly six root carvings and six children, each of them took one and scraped off the powder bit by bit with a small knife.It was not a very hard and good wood, but under the blade infused with spiritual power, the powder rustled down.

Six children sat at half the table scraping wood, and five adults sat at half the table looking at rags.

Di Yuan suggested setting the fire on fire, but Lin Yin objected.

"What if it's a treasure map? Hidden in the pattern?"

Well, first of all, it has to be cleaned.

The four big men looked at Shuanghua together.

Shuanghua was angry: "I'm a woman, so I should wash it? Qiao Yu, come here."

Qiao Yu: What do you mean?
Swish Swish Swish more than a dozen cleaning techniques, the rags immediately became clean, revealing the original flaxen white.

It turned out to be white.
Lin Yin nodded at the table: "It's not for you to wash, it's because you women know more about fabrics, such patterns and so on - isn't it simple?"

Oh, so oh.

Shuanghua stretched out his head to take a closer look, and was extremely disgusted: "It's a very common cloth, the kind worn by low-ranking monks. I don't know how many years it has been used."

There are no patterns, they are ordinary, and there are no marks. It can't be that those few holes have something different.

They took turns checking with their spiritual sense, checking inch by inch, and there was no problem.

Di Yuan: "Let's burn it with fire."

Lin Yin: "Water first."

Ordinary water is definitely useless. He took a few bottles of the prepared potion and carefully poured it on. There was no other change except that it became wet.

Di Yuan: "Let me do it."

With a tug and a lift, the rag was wrapped in flames and hung above the table.

The six little ones scraping wood looked up, then lowered their heads and concentrated on their own work.It's really strange that such a simple and monotonous thing as scraping wood is quite interesting when everyone gathers together to do it.

Hu Nuan feels familiar in a trance.

Hu Qing: Of course I am familiar with it. Do you still remember the manual homework in kindergarten?Mom scraped the foam board for you.The foam was flying around, and it was not easy to sweep, which drove people to collapse.

The hemp-white rags began to turn yellow after being burned, and the cloth worn by monks was more or less waterproof.Di Yuan's fire is at the Nascent Soul level, so it's normal to have this reaction.

Di Yuan didn't stop, and the fire was still burning. The rag quickly turned into a scorched yellow mass, and some places began to turn black, with little bits of red in the black.

Normally, when the fabric burns like this, it is useless, and no one will pay attention to it.

Di Yuan didn't move and continued to burn.The whole piece of rag turned black, pieces were burnt red, and some places were torn, and a whistling blue smoke rose, and one piece was missing.

Did not stop, continue to burn.

The rags became smaller, and the smaller rags did not continue to shrink. The black was completely burned to red, and the red gradually turned into the same color as white smoke.The flame is wrapped in a changed rag, and there is no change on it.The flame retracted, and the smoky white cloth fell on the table.

The slightly thicker rag finally became thinner and lighter than gauze, but it was opaque, and the dark red of the table did not change the hazy and opaque white.

With a flick of Shuanghua's finger, the cloth of unknown material was spread out like water, and it was as smooth as one with the tabletop. It was square, two feet long and wide.

So, what is this thing?
"It's such a clever method, even the spiritual consciousness of the five real people can't see its true face." Lin Yin took the folding fan and slapped the palm of his hand lightly: "The female disciple is called Zhou Lianqiao? Is this what she wants?"

Based on his relationship with the same family, Jun Bo calmly said, "I don't know."

Shuanghua touched it, only to feel that his fingertips were soft and greasy, and he couldn't help admiring: "It's comparable to crocodile silk. The crocodile silk is cold in the cold, but this material warms up in the cold. If it is made into clothes , must be comfortable.”

Men: "."

Shuanghua picked up a corner and picked it up. The material really poured down like water, and it seemed to be nothing when it fell on his hand, so light that it had no weight.

"It's not suitable to make clothes. It's too light. Doesn't it feel like you're not wearing it? It's too tight, which completely exposes your figure." I can only make close-fitting clothes.

Men: "."

Can't pick up the conversation.

Shuanghua put the cloth back: "So, this is its final appearance? Blank? Such a clever method just to hide a blank cloth?"

Lin Yin took the potion and began to apply it again, but there was no change.

At this moment, Leng Ruo looked over: "Master, use blood."

Blood?

Lin Yin's eyes fell on his little apprentice, saying, why is this baby fat still there?

Jin Xin wowed: "Master, I'll go outside and arrest you right away."

There are so many people who are not pleasing to the eye, why do you only stare at your pro-apprentice.

He rolled his eyeballs, smiled hey-hey, and stretched out his wrist: "Master, let me bleed."

Lin Yin folded the fan and knocked it out: "Isn't it delusional to recognize the Lord?"

blood, he has.Of monsters, of warcraft.

The monster's blood turned black, and there was no response when poured up.

The monster's blood turned blue, and it didn't respond when it fell down.

Does it have to use human blood?

Lin Yin was cruel and drew his own blood on it, but there was still no response.

Leng Ruo thought about Zhou Lianqiao's life experience: "Could it be to use the blood of the demon or demon race?"

The adults looked at each other.

Jun Bo took a small jade bottle as thick as a finger: "The blood of a seventh-level monster."

The four of them were slightly startled, the seventh step, they can transform themselves.A seventh-order monster is equivalent to a cultivator who transforms spirits, so it's not easy to deal with.

Regardless of the origin, everyone watched as Junbo opened it carefully, tilted it carefully, and a thick drop of golden blood fell on the cloth.

It was as if a stone hit the smoky white lake surface, and the fine lines swayed in circles. Something floated up from the bottom of the water, and fell down halfway, and the water surface returned to calm.

Everyone held their breath, and there was a real reaction!

Junbo looked at the crowd and asked if he wanted more drops. He only had a small bottle, and he didn't get a few drops, which might not be enough.

"Wait a minute." After Lin Yin finished speaking, she also took out a small bottle, but it was filled with demonic energy. Obviously, it contained the blood of a high-level monster.

With every drop, black, red and golden blood particles rolled on the surface, without any change for half a day.

Lin Yin put it away quickly, unwilling to waste it.

"It seems that this cloth only responds to the blood of high-level monsters, or it also responds to the blood of monster races?"

Lin Yin has always thought a lot, and he can think of everything that doesn't exist. At this time, he couldn't help thinking: "The so-called God's will in the dark, every opportunity has its reason. If Zhou Lianqiao's opportunity is here , Then what is the relationship between her and the demon? The blood of a high-level monster can make it react, and the hidden inside must have something to do with the demon."

Then why did God give Zhou Lianqiao a chance to be related to demons?
Leng Ruo almost jumped up and applauded, her senior Lin Yin is simply responsible for the wisdom of Chao Huazong.Why?Of course it's because Zhou Lianqiao is a demon, so he has a feeling for demon things!
Uncle, continue to speak, you can expose Zhou Lianqiao's skin if you speculate again!

Lin Yin turned around and came back: "But it is in our hands in the end. Could it be that God gave us someone's chance here?"

He glanced at Hu Nuan and Lin Shu, and couldn't help being whimsical: These two seem to grow slower than others, could it be——they have the blood of the demon race?
Seeing this Leng Ruo fell on his back angrily, Master, your wisdom cannot be cultivated well.