The little dragon came and went like the wind. In just one cup of tea, he rushed back from the window and shouted loudly: "I found it, I found it, there are so many traces of magic in this inn, hahahaha."

"Little Loach, you shouted so loudly, are you afraid that the next door wouldn't listen to what you were saying?" Mo Ran lay down at the table, stretched out his fingers and stroked Xiaolong's body. The dragon's tail slammed and slapped on the back of his hand, but it was made of paper after all. Not only did it not hurt, it was a little itchy.

"You annoying little face, don't touch me. I'm not married yet. I'll let you touch me for nothing. How can I be a dragon in the future?"

Mo Ran laughed and said, "What? You are a dragon made of paper, and you still want to marry?"

"Wow—! Bah bah bah bah bah! You are made of paper! Dog stuff!"

"Why do you call me a dog? Could it be that your surname is Xue?"

"I'm the last name Xue? Humph, boy is ignorant. I'm the dragon holding a candle that is famous for creating the world and creating unprecedented places. Open your eyes and close your eyes and make your night. Exhale it in summer, inhale it in winter. If you don't change your surname and sit it, you don't change your name. This is the same as the Canine Nine Yin!"

"……Can't understand."

"Wow, ah!" Xiaolong was so angry that he used his two-finger-wide head to hit the candlestick, which made the lights go on Tongtong, and the red tears swayed. Mo Ran hurriedly helped him, but when he stretched out his hand, he was bitten by Xiaolong. Unfortunately, the paper teeth were not painful and itchy. Zhu Jiuyin was pulled by Mo Ran and threw it aside, and he slapped it in the air to Chu Wanning's mouth, with his head drooping.

"Chu Wanning." Xiaolong lifted a beard softly and poked Chu Wanning's clothes weakly, "That dog thief beat me."

Chu Wanning was too lazy to talk nonsense to him, pulled him down and slapped him on the table: "What barrier is there outside?"

"Hmph, do you dare to call me three times to Prince Dragon? Just call me--"

Chu Wanning stared at him coldly: "Say."

“…”

The little dragon was buried, and his body was swollen with anger. The dragon's beard soared into the sky. A pair of mung bean eyes stared at Chu Wanning in anger. The noble dragon's mouth was also half open, and he was panting heavily. After a while, he actually spit out a large mouthful of ink.

Chu Wanning narrowed his eyes: "If you want to waste your pen and ink, I will burn you." As he said that, he went to lift its tail and acted to carry it to the fire, "Let you become a real candle dragon."

"Okay, okay! You are amazing! You are amazing! I said! Can't I say that? Really!"

Xiaolong spat several times, spit out a few more ink juice, and muttered quietly: "It's so fierce, no wonder that every time I see you for so many years, I don't have a wife!"

"Hey?" Mo Ran blinked and secretly went to see Chu Wanning, and said with a malicious smile, "Didn't the master say he has a master's wife?"

"..." Chu Wanning ignored him, his sword eyebrows sank and shouted angrily at Xiaolong, "You talk too much, why don't you write quickly!"

"Hmph! Stinky man!"

Lie on the rice paper that had been laid long ago, Xiaolong used his magic power to condense the ink into the heart of the claws, and hummed and drew a twisted dog crawling talisman on the end of the paper.

No wonder he could not directly tell what mantras he saw, because his mind was limited in intelligence, so he could not tell what the original mantra was just through the resemblance. He had to copy everything he saw. Fortunately, Chu Wanning could tell and slowly said the name of each mantra in his eyes.

Xiaolong drew a waning moon.

Chu Wanning: "Safety of the Shrine. Some people suffer from insomnia here."

Xiaolong drew a seven-star formation.

"Xingyu Jue. Someone set up a guard post here to defend."

Xiaolong drew a rouge box.

“…Revitalize the Face.”

Mo Ran laughed out loud and raised his hand and said, "I know this. The little spell for the little girl to beautify her at night is that the butterfly bone beauty mat, right?"

Chu Wanning did not comment, as if he was a little anxious because even drawing a few magic spells that were so indifferent. He knocked his slender fingers twice on the wooden table, frowned and said, "Draw the next one."

Xiaolong drew another heart.

Mo Ranqi said: "What is this?"

"Qingxin Jue." Chu Wanning said irritably, "It's useless, someone is meditating. Next."

The little dragon whined and drew another dog head.

"………………………………………” Chu Wanning held his forehead, “You choose important paintings, such as those who apply faces, those who make fun of dogs, or those who make people sleep, don’t draw them. Next.”

Xiaolong raised his head and blew his beard and stared at him, "You are so picky!"

"painting!"

Afraid of being thrown on the candlestick to become a real "candle dragon", the little dragon on the paper had to hold two small soft claws in anger and wipe it off on the paper. This time, he drew a very complex formation, which made people feel very mysterious and profound at first glance.

"It looks like two circles, and then another fork was made, and then another vertical strip ran straight down. It had a bit of the meaning of Yin and Yang Bagua." Mo Ran opened his eyes wide, "Master, this is not what the mysterious man left on the weapon..."

"No." Chu Wanning only glanced at her, and her forehead felt a little thrusting, "Speech change."

"Oh? What are you doing?"

"Some people are naturally dissatisfied with their voice, or for other needs, if they want to change their voice, they can do it by changing their voice. It is not a very difficult technique." Chu Wanning paused and said, "But if you use the sound change technique for a long time, it will damage your throat and often it will be difficult to restore your original voice... This spell is a bit strange, I don't know who is using it."

After hearing this, Mo Ran smiled: "It's not surprising that this is the case."

Chu Wanning sighed and was about to say the next one, but suddenly he was stunned. He seemed to have thought of something. The fog and wind blew in his eyes. He suddenly turned his head to look at Mo Ran.

"Why isn't it strange... do you know something?"

"What can I know? I just think that someone is not satisfied with his voice. This is quite normal. Maybe it's Miss Song. Maybe her voice was hoarse and very ugly. She wanted to be more pleasant?"

"……………” Chu Wanning said with a look of her sleeves, "I just want to think about it all day long." He turned his head and said to Xiaolong again: "Look at the next one."

Xiaolong drew another heart.

Mo Ran said, "Oh, don't you all say that the Qingxin Art is not necessary to draw?"

"Bah, every child, what do you know?" Xiaolong glared at him angrily, slapped his tail suddenly, took a picture of ink on his heart, then rubbed it open, and blackened the whole heart.

"What is this? The Black Heart Art?"

Chu Wanning seemed embarrassed and said in silence for a while: "No. It should be the love story."

"What is that?"

"It's similar to the love pills sold by Xuanyuanhui." Chu Wanning said, "It bewitches people's minds and makes people feel love for themselves, and so on. It's usually used by women."

Mo Ran suddenly opened his eyes: "No, right? Could it be Song Qiutong's side..."

"How do I know this kind of thing?" Chu Wanning looked very angry and shook his sleeves and said, "If you care about other people's emotional affairs, they have to do whatever they do. They have to do it."

"But Chu Wanning, are you really not interested in this love technique?" Xiaolong said happily with his tail shaking, "I think this magic spell is interesting. If you are willing to call me three times, I will..."

Chu Wanning lowered his eyes and was murderous: "Shut up and draw the next one."

"Hmph! You will regret it!"

"Do you draw?"

But Xiaolong stopped drawing, sat down and scratched his belly with his short claws.

Chu Wanning said coldly: "What, isn't it because I have no ink?"

"Silly, there is no formation." Xiaolong rolled his eyes, "You have drawn so many spells, but you still don't think it's enough. No, there's only so many. Apart from these, the inn is clean and there is no magic spell."

After hearing what it said, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran's expressions changed slightly, Mo Ran said: "Is this gone?"

"It's gone."

Chu Wanning said: "There is no curse to measure spiritual roots?"

"No."

The master and apprentice looked at each other, and their faces were a little incredible. It should be noted that if the mysterious man wanted to find the new essence of the spiritual body through Xuanyuanhui, he would have to leave a measurement mark on the Shenwu. But now it seems that the Shenwu is clean and there is no spell attached to it. Could it be that they misunderstood from the beginning that the appearance of this Modao actually has nothing to do with the mysterious man?

Seeing that the two of them were silent, Xiaolong suddenly soared into the air again, circled left and right, and hummed, "Hey, you guys are just me. I'm very tired of drawing things. Has anyone applauded me?"

Perhaps Chu Wanning was irritated. Seeing that it was still so noisy, he simply waved his sleeves and raised his hand, summoned a yellow talisman in the air. Seeing this, Xiaolong screamed and shouted repeatedly: "I don't want me, I don't want me, I don't want me!!" But in the blink of an eye, the talisman was sucked in, and it turned into a painting on paper. Chu Wanning tapped his fingertips, and the dragon on the painting slowly disappeared.

Before disappearing, it blinked humiliatingly at Chu Wanning.

Chu Wanning said: "I'll call you if you have something to do."

Xiaolong cried and said, "If you have something to do, Zhong Wuyan, Xia Yingchun, Chu Wanning, Chu Wanning, you are so heartless..."

"Get back and you!" Chu Wanning, who was originally talking to it well, raised his black eyebrows angrily, folded the talisman in half and slapped it flattened, and took it back into his sleeves.

At night, Chu Wanning slept in bed and Mo Ran slept in the ground.

Both of them were a little worried.

I didn’t expect that there was no talisman in the Divine Martial Arts. Did the mysterious man master the method of measuring spiritual roots that they didn’t know, or was the person who was not in a hurry at all and didn’t plan to find all the people with the most spiritual power now?

"Mo Ran."

In the dark night, he called him.

Mo Ran responded naturally: "Hmm?"

"We will return to the top of life and death tomorrow."

He opened his eyes suddenly.

"What?"

"That person can even miss the Xuanyuan Society. There should be other methods to find. If you continue to investigate like this, you may not have any results. Let's go back to the top of life and death first. I ask the Lord to secretly trust the other nine sects to let them thoroughly check whether there are any spiritual essences under their sects. If there is, they will protect them first, which is better than waiting for the rabbit."

"How can this work? What if that mysterious person is the head of a top ten sects?"

"It may be very small. Even if it is not relevant, he has known for a long time that we are pursuing him, so it's not a problem."

"How can Master teach those sects to listen to their uncle?" Mo Ran said in a daze, "Can you tell them everything?"
To be continued...