I'm a demon cultivator

Dong Dong frowned, tilted his head slightly, and then looked at his mother's younger brother without speaking, but from her clear eyes, he could see what she wanted to say at this time - Old Uncle, what else can you do with this psychic treasure besides stealing diaries?

This psychic treasure has no killing power, and can only remotely spy on and retrieve objects from a distance.

While the former will disconnect itself from time to time when snooping remotely, the latter is even more useless because it can only take items no more than one kilogram, and it cannot guarantee 100% success. It has only been successful twice so far.

The first time was caused by her uncle Jian Gongzi accidentally hitting her, and the second time was caused by her anger.

It can be said to be extremely tasteless!

However, even so, it still does not prevent Mr. Jian from loving this psychic treasure. Because this mirror-shaped psychic treasure... was picked up by him.

I would like to ask how many cultivators in the A-Five Realms can pick up a psychic treasure and be recognized as a psychic treasure?

"Then try slowly."

Mr. Jian said, I love it, but this psychic treasure is really useless.

Then, Mr. Jian saw a scene that shocked him extremely, because as soon as these words fell, the mirror flew up on its own and fell into Dong Dong's hand.

This is the characteristic of the psychic treasure. It is not surprising. What shocked Mr. Jian was the next change.

The light and shadow projected by this mirror suddenly solidified, and all the scenes inside disappeared. At this time, a small hand as white as jade reached in, and as ripples appeared, a piece of weapon refining material was quickly grabbed out by this small hand.

And this also means that the psychic treasure ability of retrieving objects from across the air has been successful again.

"How did you do it?"

Mr. Jian couldn't help but ask. After all, this was his psychic treasure. It had been in his hands for almost twenty years, but he had only successfully retrieved it once.

But this little girl succeeded twice in a short period of time!

"Could this thing really only be used to steal diaries?"

Even Master Sword, who was used to the uselessness of this psychic treasure, could not help but murmur in his heart at this moment. Suddenly he noticed that the thing caught by this little girl was not a jade slip.

"Eh? Why was this diary recorded on this thing?" He couldn't help but say, and then a little light condensed in his hand.

When the light dispersed, a small jade bottle appeared in his hand.

"Give."

Mr. Jian raised his hand and threw it.

"What's in this?" Dong Dong caught the jade bottle.

"You will know if you spread out the bark of this fallen tree." Mr. Jian pointed to the weapon refining material that Dong Dong had just captured.

"No words?" After opening it, Dong Dong immediately understood what Mr. Jian meant, so she opened the small jade bottle and saw a light golden mist slowly drifting out, so she gently blew it. tone.

Suddenly, this light golden mist seemed to be trapped, and it condensed after leaving the mouth of the bottle.

When the refining materials came into contact with it, the light golden mist was instantly absorbed, and the next second, some messy but neat handwriting appeared on the originally empty refining materials.

"This is the morning dew on the sunken wood. After absorbing the purple energy of the rising sun, it is mixed with the root sap of the sunken wood and refined into a spiritual mist. And this kind of spiritual mist can be regarded as having the same root. Overcome Shi Chenmu’s Qi sensing properties!” Mr. Jian explained, having lived for more than thirty years, his knowledge is certainly not bad.

"That's it!"

Dong Dong nodded his little head, and then she started to look at it with some excitement.

She wanted to see if this demonic cultivator who had killed a thousand swords had written something weird during this period of time.

…

At the same time, Tan Shuchang, who had carefully put away the Stone Spirit Life Pill, suddenly noticed something was wrong. He felt as if he was being spied on by something secretly.

This made him frown.

But soon, his brows returned to their natural state, and there was no trace of anything unusual on his face.

Then, Tan Shuchang walked out of the hall of the sword master.

"grown ups!"

There was only one cabinet minister guarding outside the sword master's hall. Ever since Zhang Dongzhi broke into the Taoist General's Hall, Tan Shuchang had driven away 99% of the cabinet ministers. After all, there was no use for him, so why should he keep them?

As for the remaining one, it's not that Tan Shuchang likes this person, or that this person does things properly, it's just a rigid rule of Qitian Pavilion that no matter where he is, there must be a cabinet guard.

"Um."

After a simple reply, Tan Shuchang pretended to patrol.

He had obtained more than thirty ghosts from Langshou Ghost City before, and with the help of these ghosts, he completed two ghosts carrying the lotus in succession. Not only did he advance his cultivation skills to the fifty-one-year level, he also majored in "Du Exian". Sutra" was compiled into another volume.

At this time, Tan Shuchang's figure flickered slightly, and something incredible happened.

A shadow that looked like Tan Shuchang flew directly out of his body.

This phantom is invisible to the naked eye, let alone sensed, and it rises into the sky with this phantom. The surrounding environment and construction layout of the Sword Supervisor General's Palace also came into Tan Shuchang's field of vision.

This is obviously a "well" layout, with Daojiang Hall as the core, connecting all parts of Qitian Pavilion.

After all, this general is already the third important person in Qitian Pavilion.

However, until he finally had a full view of the entire Qitian Pavilion, Tan Shuchang still couldn't find the person who was spying on him in secret.

"Is it my illusion?"

Tan Shuchang thought about it and denied this idea.

Because he couldn't have an illusion.

So, Tan Shuchang walked back to the Jianjian Dao General Hall, and this time he came back, he immediately found that he was missing something.

"My diary... was stolen again?"

After realizing this, Tan Shuchang didn't hesitate and directly triggered the aura he had cultivated with great difficulty.

This was cultivated from the refining material.

And as this aura emerged, Tan Shuchang directly put his fingers together like a sword and cut through it.

The aura was disconnected, but it didn't disperse like ordinary smoke, but directly shattered. At this moment, it was visible to the naked eye that there were constantly small words flashing inside.

This was Tan Shuchang using that aura to erase the diaries he wrote.

"Is it her?"

"Or, it was not her from the beginning?" Tan Shuchang began to think, because he did not find the trace of the little girl in this Qitian Pavilion, so he could not figure it out no matter how hard he thought, so he decided to take revenge on the other party first.

Immediately, Tan Shuchang raised his hand and used his power to condense the scattered aura again.

Then the aura fluttered a few times and turned into a "white paper", which slowly unfolded in front of Tan Shuchang. And this is the mystery of fifty-one years of profound practice!

At this time, Tan Shuchang used his finger as a pen to write on his aura.

His fingers moved quickly, and words kept condensing on this aura "white paper". And this also means that on the other side, words are constantly appearing on the refining material:

Zi Xuan Dynasty Emperor Yi Year, August, the third day of the first lunar month.

I think I am moved.

How about we be together? I will make you happy, play with you, buy you your favorite food, and do anything you want to do with you... Have I told you? I've been looking at this for a long time.