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"Okay, let's go get some supplies first, and then we can go find some food."

"Great!"

Song Ling'er cheered happily when she heard the words.

Those who didn't know would even think that Song Ling'er was so excited because those extraterrestrial monsters were repelled.

"Okay, seeing that you really don't have a big deal, then I will continue to practice."

Tang Zhengyan clapped her hands, turned around and wanted to leave.

She came this time just to see if anything happened to Song Qingshu, and after reading this, it's meaningless to stay here, so she might as well go back and get a good night's sleep to feel at ease.

Although she said something in her mouth that she hoped that Song Qingshu would be cleaned up by that secret realm, in fact, only she knew it.

When she heard that the secret realm was shattered, she originally wanted to save people.

If it wasn't for the sloppy old man who stopped her, she would have woken up early and searched for Song Qingshu's traces in the vast world.

Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows, but thinking that although Tang Zhengyan was a girl, he didn't say much because of his thin skin. In the end, he just laughed in a low voice: "I have written the notes of the seniors, and the juniors are now leaving first."

"Get out of here."

Tang Zhengyan snorted lightly, and her toes disappeared one by one.

Song Qingshu heaved a sigh of relief, and let Yan Luo go back to the courtyard first, and then led Song Ling'er to get some pills and other supplies before going to the market with Song Ling'er.

As soon as Song Ling'er arrived at the market, she immediately became extremely active from a listless state. No matter what baked food or spiritual fruit she saw, no matter what the taste was, she had to try it.

Song Qingshu was even a little worried that those things would taste bad in Song Ling'er's mouth.

Moreover, even though Song Ling'er swept through several stalls at once, her small body was like a bottomless pit, not to mention full, she didn't even have the slightest satiety reaction.

"what……"

Song Qingshu supported his forehead, and followed Song Linger step by step, letting Song Linger have fun.

It wasn't until the setting sun hung on the side of the sky that Song Ling'er lost a little interest, and happily returned to their courtyard in Daoling Pavilion with a bunch of things.

Before Song Qingshu and Song Ling'er returned, Yan Luo had already pricked up his ears.

Deng Jin jumped on top of Yan Luo's head, directly pressing Yan Luo's ears down.

Yan Luo threw Deng Jin down, and Deng Jin bounced again, climbing onto Yan Luo's head.

Just like this, when Song Qingshu and Song Ling'er came back, they watched Yan Luo and Deng Jin fight.

The fallen leaves and yellow feathers were flying around, Song Qingshu couldn't help but cough twice. yuyV Yan Luo and Deng Jin saw that Song Qingshu had returned to the courtyard, so they reluctantly stopped, and went back to their respective places.

The cleaning boy followed Song Qingshu into the courtyard, and his face turned green: "I'm sorry, senior! It was my negligence! Just clean it up, little one!"

"It's not your fault, just clean it up, don't worry about it."

Song Qingshu looked at the mess all over the floor, and couldn't help but sigh that Yan Luo and Deng Jin could really make a fuss.

But now, after all, there are some business matters, Song Qingshu led Song Ling'er back to the room first, and put a ban on the door.

"Ling'er, did you see clearly what the magic weapon above the last sixth floor is?"

"Dharma artifact..."

Song Ling'er thought for a while, and said: "I didn't see the others clearly, but Missy seems to be something like a bell... I don't know how Missy and the others are doing now."

Song Qingshu nodded, he was still somewhat interested in some of the top magic weapons in the secret realm.It's a pity that the turmoil came a little unexpectedly at that time, and it was too late to take the magic weapon into his own possession.

But it's fine if you don't get it, after all, you can't force it, Song Qingshu didn't take it to heart.

"Ah, that's right."

Song Ling'er suddenly smiled: "The last magic weapon, I actually got one."

Chapter 1593 Qingtian Ancient Scroll

Song Qingshu was startled.

When the time was broken, he didn't have enough time to take those magic tools back to himself, but unexpectedly, Song Ling'er acted first and took the things into his arms, and he didn't even notice it.

Song Ling'er put her hips on her hips, and raised her chin quite complacently: "Because I saw those things when I first reached the sixth floor, because the sense of spiritual light gathering is too obvious, even if I want to pretend that I didn't see it, I can't do it."

"Then take it out and have a look."

After Song Qingshu sat down, he put the food that Song Ling'er bought today on the table, sorted it out before throwing it back into the small world.

The spiritual light condensed between Song Ling'er's palms, and a golden light flashed across, and there was an ancient scroll hanging in Song Ling'er's palm.

After the ancient scroll came out of the minaret, there was only a little faint light left.Song Ling'er looked at the ancient scroll that was getting darker, and frowned in dissatisfaction, her words were full of disgust.

"I took it because it looked good at that time, but I didn't expect it to look like this now."

Different from Song Ling'er's thought of looking down on this scroll, Song Qingshu's eyebrows lit up, and he took the scroll in Song Ling'er's arms.

When he accompanied Song Ling'er to the market just now, he had already roughly scanned the results of the soul search.

What Bai Yixuying said about opening the way to the immortal world was not to make fun of him, but it was true.

The method constructed by the man in white is to copy the passages between the other Great Thousand Worlds and the Immortal World, and then use this duplicated passage to create a connection to the Immortal World in the Dao Ling Pavilion Great Thousand World.

But in Baiyi Xuying's plan, everything is ready, only a path to the immortal world from other great worlds is needed for him to copy.

It is precisely because of this reason that the phantom in white was so worn out that it was not tolerated by the law of heaven, and it was reduced to the end it is today.

And in Baiyi Xuying's plan, there is an ancient scroll that can lift the sky, which is indispensable.

When Song Qingshu went to the Great Thousand World of Tianfeng Empire, the passage was a chaotic passage that already existed in the turbulent flow of space.If it wasn't for the fact that they had the coordinates of the Great Thousand World of the Tianfeng Empire, it wouldn't be surprising if they got lost in the forming pathway.

Similarly, the passages in the fairy world are not the same as the passages in time and space.

In the vast world of the Tianfeng Empire, the passage to the fairy world is different from the world of Daolinge.The fairyland pathways of the Great Thousand World of the Tianfeng Empire have already been formed, and there is no need for further development and maintenance.

But Dao Linge Great Thousand World is different.

If you follow the conventional method of opening up time and space passages, even if you reach the fairy world, it is useless to find the way to the fairy world.

After all, just by keeping the passage open for a long time, it can absorb all the spiritual power in the Great Thousand World of Daoling Pavilion.

What Song Qingshu is looking for is naturally not this kind of immoral method, what he wants to find is a way to open up a channel that can be maintained for a long time.

What Baiyi Xuying thought was that he could meet Song Qingshu's request.

What Qingtian Ancient Scroll does is to copy the channel.And relying on the power of the ancient scroll, the entire space channel can be completely maintained, and monks are not required to maintain it.

This is arguably the most trouble-free solution. yuyV

I don't know if I should feel sorry for Song Ling'er's good luck. The ancient scroll that Song Ling'er was holding was the ancient scroll that Song Qingshu needed now.

If it wasn't because Song Ling'er got it, I'm afraid Song Qingshu would still have to find someone to replace it this time.

"Ling'er, you did a good job."

Song Qingshu rubbed Song Ling'er's little head with skill.

"Dad! You—"

Every time Song Qingshu rubbed Song Ling'er's head, she would completely mess up her hairstyle.

But Song Ling'er didn't hate this feeling.

But those who should protest still have to go through the motions.

"Okay, okay, how about I take you to eat some delicious food in two days."

Song Qingshu just smiled, and Song Ling'er's eyes lit up: "Of course it's all right."

"By the way, Ling'er, you should have some feelings when you went to that secret realm this time. Go and refine these experiences first, and then take a good look at the secret books you got."

Song Ling'er nodded obediently, and then said: "Then Dad, what are you going to do now?"

"I have to digest the things in this ancient scroll that supports the sky first."

Song Qingshu nodded, although there is no rush to open up a passage, but this ancient scroll may have other uses if it can emit Daoguang enough to make Song Ling'er fall in love with the steeple.

Song Ling'er was silent for a while, and finally compromised.

When Song Qingshu meditated, he immersed his consciousness into the ancient scroll.

"call--"

When Song Qingshu opened his eyes again, there was a mountain stream beneath him.

The spiritual power in the mountain stream was so abundant that some of the spiritual power had already turned into liquid, circulating around Song Qingshu's side.

Song Qingshu put his hand into the trickle of spiritual power, the trickle was not at all hostile, and even poured his own spiritual power into Song Qingshu's body.

The pure spiritual power slowly flows into the tendons and meridians, which only makes people feel suddenly enlightened.

Song Qingshu's eyes were sharp, and he soon saw a pavilion in the mountain stream.

The current Song Qingshu is just a divine thought, tumbling in the air, like a fish swimming in the ordinary spiritual power flow, following the guidance of the spiritual power, it came to the side of the pavilion.

Song Qingshu adjusted his figure in mid-air, changed his posture, and landed slowly.

In the gazebo was an old man in a robe of the color of sky and water. Although the old man had his back to Song Qingshu and had to drink tea in the pavilion, he still spoke first.

"Who is coming, is it an enemy or a friend?"

Song Qingshu cupped his hands: "I don't know where this is, it's not easy for the younger generation to judge friends and foes."

The hand of the old man drinking tea stopped in the air, just when Song Qingshu thought that the old man was about to make a move, the old man changed his words and smiled: "Good."

Song Qingshu was still vigilant, the old man smiled for a while, raised his sleeves and put out a chair by his side.

"Sit down and chat, meeting is fate."

The old man had already reached such a point, and Song Qingshu couldn't resist, so he sat directly beside the old man.

"I don't know what kind of place this is, but I dare to rush into this world rashly. I don't know whether I should praise you as a junior for being brave or reckless."

While the old man was sipping tea, a cup of warm tea appeared in front of Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu didn't get too entangled, picked up the jade cup and took a sip.

"Good tea."

Although he is not in the state of spiritual consciousness, he can still taste the taste of the tea, which is enough to reveal the mystery of the tea.