That happened when he was a child.

One day, Sect Master Mu walked into Ye Xingyun's study. The smiling eyes made Ye Xingyun's heart tremble, and before he could ask any questions, two marriage documents were presented in front of him.

"Yun'er, girls from the royal family and the Nangong family, choose which one you like."

The older generation of the royal family and the Nangong family had all been favored by the Luoyun Sect, and they couldn't wait to marry their younger generations to the Luoyun Sect, firstly to repay the favor, and secondly to make good friends with the Luoyun Sect, which was at its peak at that time.

But Ye Xingyun, who had hated arranged marriages in her previous life, suddenly shook her head like a rattle.

Seeing Xiao Ye Xingyun's cute look of shaking her head desperately, Mu Taoist couldn't help but smile while stroking his hands: "Wonderful, wonderful, I didn't expect that you didn't make that choice at such a young age. Well, I, Luo Yun Sect, have all the girls from these two families.

Want it!"

Ye Xingyun's temperament was directly messed up by Uncle Mu's operation.

Moreover, Mu Daoren, who usually hesitated to deal with sect affairs, acted surprisingly resolutely this time. He had already sent the marriage certificate the next day and even arranged the engagement ceremony.

Of course Ye Xingyun argued at the top of his lungs, but every time he was pushed to the ground by his Uncle Mu with a smile and gave him a harsh lesson.

"You must be true to your word and resolute in your deeds. How can you go back on something you have already promised?"

Ye Xingyun was taught this lesson several times. The last time, he lay in bed for a month and relied on the small building to take care of his food and clothing. Only then did he get better.

That time, Uncle Mu knew that the beating was too severe, so when he came to visit Ye Xingyun, although he was still smiling, his eyes also showed worry and regret: I will take care of the engagement matter, so you don't have to worry about it.

Ye Xingyun thought that Uncle Mu would resign the engagement because of his pain, but now it seems that it is quite different from what he expected.

Of course, it was Ye Xingyun who sternly refused the marriage. At that time, he thought that it was not easy to seduce a few girls with his talent, but that he would still need the orders of his parents and the words of a matchmaker.

Now Ye Xingyun: I just ask you not to break off the engagement and let me live in peace for the rest of my life.

There are six rites for welcoming a bride in Shenhuang Continent: nacai (the man proposes marriage), asking for the name (the man asks a matchmaker to ask the woman's name and birth date), naji (divination of the woman's name and birth date in the ancestral temple), asking for a date, and welcoming the bride.

The wedding date is the day when the man and the woman discuss getting married.

If what the old man in Mai said is true, the date of application will be in five days. Obviously, Uncle Mu has already taken care of the previous four steps without telling him.

Ye Xingyun was troubled, and the figure of Uncle Mu who always smiled appeared in his mind. Although Uncle Mu was gentle, he could rarely change the things he decided.

When Uncle Mu locked him in the room when he was a child and forced him to learn chess, calligraphy and painting, he had the same smile. Ye Xingyun secretly cursed the smiling tiger many times, but he also knew that what Uncle Mu forced him to do was actually bigger than his own.

There are benefits.

Thinking of Uncle Mu's benefits, Ye Xingyun clenched his fists unconsciously: Uncle Mu was always kind to others and handled the affairs of the sect reasonably and appropriately, so he would not offend anyone, so why did he die mysteriously?

He must figure out the whole reason!

As for what to do after figuring it out... well, we'll see.

"Senior, it would be somewhat worthless if I only get such information after three years of vigil." Ye Xingyun said sincerely, eagerly waiting for the gift from the sweeping monk.

"Now you are no longer clamoring to refuse the marriage?" The old man in sackcloth looked at him with cloudy eyes and said with a faint smile.

"Harmful," Ye Xingyun waved his hand, "We were young at the time."

When I was young, I didn’t know the beauty of a rich woman. I only regretted that it was too late for me to be a prostitute.

I am a young man of the new era who is influenced by keyboard thinking. I know the huge benefits of not working hard. If there were no mobile phones in this era, I would definitely study the "Psychology of Rich Women" posts and lick the princesses of the royal family and the ladies of the Nangong family.

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"That's right, it's not too late for you to wake up now." The old man smiled and narrowed his eyes, seeming to appreciate the flexibility of the kid in front of him.

Ye Xingyun felt that this old man must be a person with stories. If Uncle Mu found out that he had the idea of ​​​​having a soft rice, he would definitely give him an iron fist of love and tell him: Riches cannot be promiscuous, and poverty cannot be changed.

, mighty and unyielding.

When Uncle Mu promised him these two marriages, he didn't mean to let him have a soft meal. After all, the Luoyun Sect was not as declining as it is now, and the marriages at that time were well-matched.

The old man in sackcloth praised Ye Xingyun a few words, then waved his sleeves and a scroll appeared in front of Ye Xingyun.

When the scroll appeared, the entire mourning hall was filled with a mysterious and ancient atmosphere.

After Ye Xingyun glanced at the scroll, he felt as if he was between the vast earth and the most primitive mysterious energy around him, which seemed to be able to swallow him up in the blink of an eye.

Feeling the vast aura coming from the scroll, Ye Xingyun's heart beat excitedly: Could it be that there was a wild-level spell recorded in it.

There are as many spells as stars in the Divine Wilderness Continent. These spells are roughly divided into four levels: mortal, spiritual, holy, and wild.

Techniques like the Fading Technique, although mysterious, are actually only low-level magic among mortals. Looking at the entire Nebula Empire, holy-level magic may not be available, and wild-level magic is unheard of.

However, when Ye Xingyun saw the array of scrolls at this time, he couldn't help but have expectations in his heart. If he could master a rare magic technique, he could destroy the world in a matter of seconds.

He was so excited at this moment that he completely forgot that he couldn't even cast the most common low-level mortal spells.

Excited, he immediately opened the scroll.

However, there is nothing on the scroll, not to mention the magic, there is not a single stroke on it, it is as clean as a piece of white paper.

Ye Xingyun was poured a basin of cold water on his head and immediately turned off the flames.

The old man in sackcloth looked at the scroll in Ye Xingyun's hand, with a complicated expression on his face, and thoughts welling up in his face. He forcibly suppressed his emotions and turned his attention to Ye Xingyun.

Seeing Ye Xingyun's expression, he thought about what Ye Xingyun was thinking, and immediately said: "Although this scroll is not a peerless magic, its mystery is beyond the reach of ordinary magic."

Ye Xingyun heard the pride in the old man's voice, and the fire of hope in his heart rose again. However, he turned over the scroll and checked it carefully, and was sure that there was no word on it.

Ye Xingyun suddenly had doubts in his heart, and his eyes unconsciously drifted to the water tank in the courtyard. He had also heard that some scrolls were written with special dye and required special methods to reveal the writing.

"There is no need to think wildly. This scroll is indeed a wordless heavenly book, not a single word." The old man in sackcloth said gracefully, obviously seeing through Ye Xingyun's thoughts.

Ye Xingyun was really confused at this moment.

Seeing his dazed look, the old man in sackcloth smiled jokingly, and then said seriously: "There is no road in this world, but when there are more people walking, it becomes a road."

When Ye Xingyun heard the words, he seemed to have some enlightenment, but it was just a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he could not yet understand the profound meaning, so he asked: "Senior, please give me some advice."

The old man in sackcloth ignored him at this time, picked up the broom again, and cleaned silently. After a long while, he slowly said: "Know your own way, and walk on your own."

Senior, please speak human language. Ye Xingyun slandered, but he knew that the old man in sackcloth would not reveal the key, so he bowed to the tower and went down the mountain.

The empty mountain is silent, the night is quiet, the moon is bright, and the sky is full of stars.

Although it was late at night, the moonlight was white and the surroundings were still clearly visible.

Since there were few people coming and going in Qingfeng Mountain, the mountain path was almost covered with weeds, and when he walked on it, it was as if he was stepping out of a path in the lawn.

Ye Xingyun saw this scene, recalled what the old man in sackcloth said, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"The road in the world is made by people, so the spells on the scrolls are also written by people. It's all about people."

He recalled the experiences of his previous life. He completed compulsory education, high school, and college in a hurry, and then gloriously became a social worker, investing in the blessing of 996. Sometimes he had to 007 to get rid of his liver in order to let his boss drive a Land Rover.

At that time, he had no choice, but he had traveled through time. If he was still ignorant, it would be too embarrassing for the time traveler.

Well, let’s set a small goal first, and please learn a spell beforehand.

It would be too embarrassing to spread the word about a magician who doesn't know a single magic technique.

With his thoughts surging, Ye Xingyun quickly took out the scroll. He felt so cruel that he bit his finger and used the blood as a book.

The first three characters he wrote were the Fading Technique, followed by the sealing sequence of the Fading Technique and the corresponding method of moving spiritual energy.

In a short time, he had written all the essentials of the practice of the fade technique on it.

And just as he made another stroke, the scroll suddenly changed.

The ancient and vast aura spread from the scroll, followed by a dazzling white light. Ye Xingyun was frightened by the momentum on the scroll and hurriedly avoided it, and the scroll also fell to the ground.

However, although he was slightly panicked, his eyes were also shining with joy at this time, because he seemed to have touched the doorway that triggered the scroll.

As time goes by, the aura emanating from the scroll gradually becomes restrained, and the light on it gradually dissipates.

Ye Xingyun hurriedly stepped forward and picked up the scroll.

At this time, hundreds of large characters on the scroll had completely disappeared, leaving only three small characters. The strokes of those three characters were ancient and complicated. Ye Xingyun was sure that he had never seen them before. He even suspected that these three characters were not fonts, but fonts.

Some kind of special symbol.

However, he allowed his thoughts to wander, but after he stared at the three fonts for a moment, there was a sudden roar in his mind, like a thunder exploding in his heart, and something in his body seemed to be penetrated.

Ye Xingyun was stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed. He quickly formed the seals, which was exactly the seal sequence of the Fading Technique.

After completing a seal, two breaths later, his figure had disappeared without a trace. The moonlight was bright, but the shadow of the night star cloud was no longer visible on the ground.

Ye Xingyun's figure slowly appeared on the spot. He laughed loudly, touched the scroll in his arms, and his whole body trembled with excitement.

This scroll has such miraculous effects.

He knew very well that he was able to perform the Fading Technique entirely thanks to the scroll, and the effect was extremely powerful. He had seen Meng Nana perform it before, and even if she wanted to hide her body, she had to take three breaths.

time.

And it only took two breaths for him to perform it for the first time!

He was excited for a moment, and suddenly a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared, so he started writing furiously again.

What he was writing this time was another low-level spell, the Water Ball Technique. After Ye Xingyun finished writing, he did not stop writing, and Jin Ji wrote another Fire Ball Technique.

Although he grew up in a famous sect, because he was still young and had not been exposed to the exquisite techniques in the sect, all he can remember now are these three low-level techniques.

The same situation happened again, a white light flashed, and there were six more strange fonts on the scroll. Ye Xingyun also immediately realized it, and he picked up two spells at will. The power was greater than that of many students in Yuncang Academy.

Be strong.
To be continued...