Chapter 314

"Amitabha, take care all the way." Tang Ning put his hands together and beamed at him.

Seeing this, Mo Ye doesn't say any more, but walks down the mountain.

Tang Ning stood there watching him leave, until the black figure gradually disappeared in the mountain path, she took back her eyes, turned back to walk.

Seeing off Mo ye, she still has to go to see how the star pupil is!

Mo ye, who does not want to leave, does not know. The little monk he is thinking about turns around and leaves him behind

Back in the cave, came to the room where star Tong lived. Tang Ning helped her to check her pulse and went out of the room.

"Tang Tang, when will star pupil wake up?" Xiao Hei flew over and landed on her shoulder.

"Sleep and wake up tomorrow and you'll be fine." Tang Ning said with a smile: "tomorrow let her go out to bask in the sun more, a soul returns to the position, has no big obstacle."

When Han Zhi and Xiao Hei heard this, they put their hearts down.

"I'm going to practice runes. Don't disturb me or let others disturb me." She confessed and went into the stone room where medicine was usually refined.

"Yes." Cold knowledge should, to the outside of the cave to practice, while also responsible for guarding.

When Xiaohei was idle, he flew around the cave and stopped at the branches.

In the stone chamber, Tang Ning took out the rune paper, polished the cinnabar and the Fu pen and put them on the stone table. She closed her eyes and recalled the patterns in her mind. After half a sound, she opened her eyes and picked up the rune pen and touched with cinnabar.

She infused a breath of spiritual power into her hand, and with the infusion of spiritual power, the weight of the Fu pen was obviously lighter. When she swung down on the rune paper according to the pattern in her mind, she found that the cinnabar pattern had dissipated before it was finished, and a trace of scorched black mark appeared on the rune.

A piece of Rune paper is scrapped, and at the same time, it consumes some cinnabar and a little aura of spiritual power.

She frowned, holding the writing brush that had become heavy again for a moment. She looked at the discarded Rune paper on the table and pondered.

It's clearly drawn according to the pattern of the rune. How can the pattern disappear before the rune is finished? What's wrong with it? Thinking about it, she picked up her brush again, touched some cinnabar, and once again wielded the aura of spiritual power and wielded the strokes.

However, the situation just happened again. Before the drawing of the rune was finished, the pattern of the rune had begun to disappear. What was left was just another piece of Rune paper scrapped, and the smell of scorching opened.

"Or not. What's wrong? Is it that spiritual power is unevenly distributed? " She murmured, and then took a piece of Rune paper and tried it again. Unexpectedly, it still failed, and another piece of Rune paper was scrapped in this way.

She took out the rune paper again and tried again and again. As the rune paper was scrapped one by one, the cinnabar was used less and less. The hand holding the rune pen was slightly stiff because of the weight of the rune pen. In addition, the consumption of spiritual power made her sweat on her forehead, and there was a faint lack of spiritual power.

"Hoo!"

She finally put down her pen and took a breath. Looking at the waste Rune paper that had been lost all over the ground, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and rubbed her hands to relieve the stiffness and pain.

She sat cross legged on the chair, her hands naturally dropped on her legs, closed her eyes and breathed. After about half an hour, she opened her eyes.