Repeatedly, Yan Qingrui kept writing these two words, very seriously, not knowing what to do, nor knowing what to write to be considered as meeting the old man's standards.

However, after looking at it for a while, Shangguan Qianyu was secretly surprised. His vision was different from that of ordinary people. He looked at it several times at this moment and finally confirmed that Yan Qingrui was not writing, it was clearly practicing martial arts.

It seems that she is holding a brush, but the two words "She" are combined with the meaning of swords, guns, dry sticks and other moves. A random move contains many changes.

Moreover, when writing, you have to cooperate with your own internal force, and your luck is smooth. The internal force runs in the meridians, condenses your energy on your wrist, and holds your breath and concentrates your mind.

Rather than saying that she is writing, she is fighting an enemy.

The techniques she writes are different every time, but she doesn't ask the old man to see every time she finishes writing, but she will show it to the old man when she feels satisfied.

However, the old man still rejected it again and again.

After seeing this, Shangguan Qianyu felt anxious. His hands couldn't help but gesture and walked manually, with an awe of enlightenment in his eyes.

Xuyun looked at him calmly and said, "Are you relieved now?"

Shangguan Qianyu had just understood some secrets of martial arts, but after hearing Xuyun's words, he still said: "Is what I saw the real Qingrui? Not an illusion?"

Xuyun smiled and said, "I'm afraid it's an illusion, so call her!"

Shangguan Qianyu guessed that he was two miles away from where Yan Qingrui was, but he shouldn't be able to see the distance between two miles, so there should be something in between that he didn't understand.

He no longer struggled with the issue of distance. Since he met Monk Xuyun, although the monk felt very unreliable most of the time, he felt incredible more than once.

He moved his internal strength to the small building and shouted loudly: "Qingrui, Qingrui..."

In such a faraway valley, the sound was heard, and I wonder if Qingrui could hear it.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Yan Qingrui, who was concentrating on writing, suddenly turned around and looked at him.

But she seemed to see nothing.

Just as she frowned and looked around looking for the source of the sound, the door suddenly opened again. The old man walked over quickly, picked up a piece of paper and a pen, wrote down a few words and posted them in front of the window here.

"Boy, she is very safe, so you may not be able to do it. In three years, you will naturally meet. Go and do whatever you should do. Don't waste time here!"

Then, the window closed.

Shangguan Qianyu was shocked. Three years, why did he have to wait for three years?

Xuyun said, "Oh, this old guy is here."

Shangguan Qianyu said in surprise: "Who is he?"

Xu Yun said, "Don't ask so many questions, let's go, your Qinghe Prince's Mansion is waiting for you!"

Shangguan Qianyu said: "My Qinghe Palace is fine..."

Xu Yun rolled his eyes and said, "That was before!" He pointed to a cliff four or five feet away and said, "Did you see it? What is this?"

Shangguan Qianyu said: "Cliff!"

Xuyun said: "Jump down!"

Shangguan Qianyu: "..."

Is there any end to this person who jumps off the cliff and drills into thorns?
Chapter completed!