"Amitabha, take care all the way." Tang Ning folded his hands and made a Buddhist salute to him with a smile on his eyebrows.

Seeing this, Mo Ye didn't say anything more, but walked down the mountain with a step.

Tangning stood there watching him leave, and it wasn't until the black figure faded into the mountain path that she withdrew her gaze and turned to walk back.

After sending Mo Ye away, she still has to go and see how the star pupil is!

Mo Ye, who was reluctant to leave, naturally didn't know that the little monk he was thinking about in his heart turned around and left him behind......

Back in the cave mansion, she came to the room where Xingtong lived, Tang Ning helped her check her pulse, and after checking it, she left the room.

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

"Get some sleep and you'll be fine when you wake up tomorrow." Tang Ning said with a smile: "Tomorrow, let her go outside to bask in the sun more often, and it will be no big deal for her soul to return to its place." ”

When Han Zhi and Xiao Hei heard this, they were relieved.

"I'm going to practice talismans, don't disturb me, and don't let anyone else disturb me." She confessed and entered the stone room where she usually refines medicines.

"Yes." Han knew that he should go to the outside of the cave to cultivate, and he was also responsible for guarding it.

Xiao Hei flew around outside the cave and stopped at the branch to stay.

In the stone room, Tang Ning took out the rune paper and ground the cinnabar and the rune pen and placed them on the stone table, she closed her eyes and recalled the rune patterns in her mind, half ringing, opened her eyes and lifted the rune pen to stain it with cinnabar.

She injected a trace of spiritual power into the rune pen in her hand, with the injection of spiritual power, the weight of the rune pen was obviously lighter, when she swayed down on the rune paper according to the rune in her mind, and drew the rune, she found that the cinnabar rune had not been written and dissipated, and even a trace of black marks that seemed to be burned appeared on the rune.

A piece of rune paper was scrapped, and at the same time, some cinnabar and a trace of spiritual power were consumed.

She frowned, holding the talisman pen that had instantly become heavy again, looking at the discarded talisman paper on the table, and pondering.

Obviously it was drawn according to the rune, why did the rune disappear before the rune was drawn? What's wrong? Thinking in her heart, she once again dipped her pen in some cinnabar, and once again used her spiritual power to wave her pen and draw talismans.

However, the situation just now appeared again, and the rune had not yet been drawn, and the rune had begun to disappear, leaving only another rune paper scrapped, and the slightest smell of burnt was spread.

"It's still not right, what's wrong? Could it be that the spiritual power is unevenly transported? She muttered, took another rune paper and tried it, but she didn't expect it to work, and another rune paper was scrapped.

She didn't give up and took out the rune paper to try, tried again and again, the rune paper was scrapped one by one, and the cinnabar was used less and less, and the hand holding the rune pen was also slightly stiff because of the weight of the rune pen, coupled with the consumption of spiritual power, so that her forehead oozed sweat, and there was a faint lack of spiritual power.

"Whew!"

She finally put down the pen, exhaled lightly, looked at the waste rune paper that had been thrown to the ground, she wiped the sweat from her forehead, and rubbed her hands to relieve the stiffness and soreness.

She sat cross-legged in her chair, her hands hanging naturally on her laps, closed her eyes and breathed, and after about half an hour, she opened her eyes.