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Chapter 42 Ask Shen Qingji

Tan Yunhuang was still a little dazed, she expected to enter the dreamland, but she thought she would float in the sky for a while like last time, and she could find him only after she silently said Shen Qingji's name, but unexpectedly, she opened her eyes and appeared beside him .

Moreover, the place was changed, at the back mountain of Qi Cui Peak of Wan Linzong, she only saw it once from a distance when she was in the sect, it is said that it is full of formations, and other disciples can't approach it at will.

Tan Yunhuang yawned first, walked to a wind chime that had been prepared earlier, shook it, and told him: I am here.

Shen Qingji looked at the wind chime and said: "I checked the disciples in the sect, including the disciples in the outer sect, and there is no trapped person. You are lying."

Tan Yunyou plucked the wind chime twice: I am not lying.It's just that she is a disciple from 500 years later.

But with such a long sentence, Shen Qingji couldn't tell from the sound of the wind chime shaking, so he could only ask some simple words.

"The last time you left, did you return to your body with your consciousness?"

Tan Yunhuang thought it was about the same, just pulled the wind chime: yes.

He asked again: "If you can achieve the out-of-body consciousness, you are a cultivator at the golden core stage and have special mental methods?"

The wind chime rang twice: no.

Shen Qingji frowned: "There are indeed no disciples who have suffered like this in Wanlin Sect. You don't need to borrow their identities, just say that your reason for coming is that I can sense that you are not evil..."

The voice was cut off in the middle, and Shen Qingji looked at his waist in astonishment. There was a jade pendant there, which was a status symbol worn by the inner disciples of the Wanlin Sect.But Yupei didn't move, but he felt something in his waist.

It seemed that the person was trying cautiously, but he didn't expect that Yupei would not move, and he was afraid that her hand would become the wind chime that was crushed last time, so he shrank quickly.

Shen Qingji controlled the movement of drawing the sword, looked to the left sky, there was nothing there, but he could faintly feel that "she" was there.

"You came to me, as if you want me to help you out of trouble?" He asked late.If it wasn't for this reason, it could only be defined as playing tricks on him.

Tan Yunhuang nodded, and remembered that he couldn't see, so he tapped the back of his hand lightly.

Time waits for no one, and there is no time for him to explore too much. Since he thinks that he is not malicious, he should try to get closer and ask Xiao An about quickly.

Shen Qingji was silent for a while, and asked the key question: "You can't touch the things here, you can only touch me?"

The back of his hand was touched again.

This was unbelievable, and he had to suspect that this was a bad act of playing tricks on him.According to the brothers who came down the mountain, for example, the monks of Hehuan Sect and Meixiu like to play tricks on the honest disciples of the big sects, because they have never seen the world, and they always take the bait when they are teased.

But I haven't heard of such a wonderful method. If it is really done by the disciples of the Hehuan Sect, it means that they have some kind of hidden method, which is worth exploring.

He pondered what kind of formation could see through her disguise, and the next moment his hand was covered with a very magical touch, like a cloud, unable to touch the real thing, but that feeling could not be ignored.

Being approached by something invisible and intangible, it was hard to let go of his guard. Shen Qingji's other hand was ready to throw stone dots, but the tactile sensation gradually became a regular handwriting description, and he concentrated on perceiving it.

Tan Yunhuang could feel his stiffness, the tension that seemed to be controlling his murderous intentions, and the veins on the back of his hands emerged.

In fact, she was also tense, always feeling that she was blaspheming her ancestors now, but who made this fairy pillow so strange that it could only touch him.

She slowly wrote two words on the back of Shen Qingji's hand, watching his forbearing expression while writing.The thin lips were slightly pursed, and Qing Jun's face was full of solemnity, which was very different from the spirit form seen in the secret realm.

Probably death will add a calmness.

After writing the two characters, Shen Qingji asked, "Xiao Ani?"

It was so sharp that I guessed it right away.Tan Yunhuang's hopes were greatly increased, and he touched his hand to tell him that he guessed right, and then continued to write.

Shen Qingji asked, "Your name is Xiao An?"

She hastened to make gestures, fearing that he would misunderstand if the gestures were not clear, so she went to take the wind chime and shake it a few times.

Then grab his hand to write, this time it will be much bolder, open his fist, and write from the palm to the wrist, if it is not for the arm being covered by the tightly bound cuff, she can write to the shoulder, write a A Great Compassion Mantra.

Shen Qingji only felt that a cloud rolled into his palm, and while sensing the handwriting, he was fascinated to think that next time he needs to make a formation plate that can magnify the sense of touch. Such a touch is not very sensitive in the end.

After finishing writing, Tan Yunyou poked his index finger to mark the full stop, and looked at him expectantly.

Shen Qingji hesitated: "Sulian Pavilion?"

She yanked the wind chime, and her excitement could be heard from the sound of the bell.

"Is Sulian Pavilion also a sect of cultivating immortals? I've never heard of it." Shen Qingji said.

never heard of that?Tan Yunhuang was a little dumbfounded, frowning in thought.

Judging by the strength of the aura, it is true that Su Lian Pavilion was a sect 500 years ago. The master and the elders have very high levels of cultivation. It stands to reason that even if they escape from the world, it is impossible for other sects not to know of its existence.

Could it be that the timeline is wrong, and Sulian Pavilion existed much earlier than 500 years ago?Or did you change the name in the middle?Or at this time, Sulian Pavilion is still a small sect not worth paying attention to, and Xiao An's incident hasn't happened yet?
She thought for a while, then grabbed Shen Qingji's hand and wrote: Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Shen Qingji frowned slightly: "Do you know the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion?"

Anyone who is a time traveler should know that the place where the secret books of the mind are stored in the big sect is basically called the Sutra Pavilion.Tan Yunhuang clicked on him, and then wrote: Cha Su Lian Pavilion.

Shen Qingji: "But what's so strange about this Sulian Pavilion? Could it be that the demons in the world pretended to be Daoist sects, bluffed and deceived and committed crimes?"

Because something like this happened to happen recently, he immediately thought of it, and his attitude became serious.

Tan Yunhuang didn't explain, but gave two more keywords and asked him to look it up.

Yuelin Town, the fire.In addition to Su Lian Pavilion and Xiao An, if you can find things that match the two keywords, it should be Xiao An's business.If you can't find it, then Xiao Ani and Sulian Pavilion may not belong here, and you can only rely on them to find clues slowly.

Seeing that there will be no specific news today, Tan Yunhuang is about to leave, to see if he can use his spiritual sense to search for Sulian Pavilion in Youxianzhen's dream.

But Shen Qingji seemed to know that she was going to leave, and asked: "After I found out about Sulian Pavilion, how should I inform you? The time of your visit is uncertain, today has been dozens of days since the last time."

Dozens of days?Wouldn't he have enough time to investigate before coming next time?
She wrote in his palm: next time.After finishing writing, I shook the wind chime to indicate that I was leaving.

The advantage of being in the dream is that you can come and go freely, fly as you say, and you can exit in a second without having to meditate on spells, and go to other scenes.

After Shen Qingji felt the fluctuation of the surrounding breath disappear, he frowned and stared at the sky for a long time.

Who will she be?

(End of this chapter)