Song Qingshu was stunned.

    When the time and space were broken, he had not enough to take those magic tools back to himself, but unexpectedly, song linger started first and received the things in her arms, and he didn''t even notice it.

    Song linger akimbo, quite complacent raised her chin: "because I saw those things when I just got to the sixth floor, because the sense of spiritual light gathering is too obvious. I can''t do it even if I don''t want to see it."

    "Then take it out and have a look."

    After Song Qingshu sat down, he put the food song linger bought today in the table and sorted it out before throwing it back into the small world.

    The soul light condensed between Song linger''s palms, and a golden awn crossed, which was an ancient scroll hanging between Song linger''s palms.

    After the ancient rolled out of the spire, there was only a faint light left. Song ling''er looked at the ancient scroll, which tended to be dim. She frowned discontentedly. Her words were full of disgust.

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

    Unlike song ling''er''s thought of looking down on this scroll, song Qingshu brightened her eyebrows and took the scroll between song ling''er''s arms.

    When he accompanied song linger to the market just now, he had roughly scanned the results of soul searching.

    The words of opening the way to the fairyland said by the white clothes virtual shadow were not to make fun of him, but it was true.

    The method constructed by the man in white is to copy the path between the rest of the world and the fairyland, and then through this copied path, open a connection to the fairyland in the world of daolingge.

    But in the planning of the white shadow, everything is ready, and he only owes a fairyland path from the rest of the world for him to copy.

    It is precisely for this reason that the empty shadow in white will be forcibly consumed by the way of heaven and reduced to today''s end.

    In the plan of white shadow, a giant ancient scroll is indispensable.

    When song Qingshu went to the vast world of Tianfeng Empire, the channel was a complex channel that existed in the turbulent flow of space. If it weren''t for the coordinates of Tianfeng Empire, it wouldn''t be surprising if they were lost in the forming path.

    Similarly, the path of the fairyland is different from that of time and space.

    In the vast world of Tianfeng Empire, the access to the fairyland is different from the world of daolingge. The fairyland passage of Tianfeng Empire has long been formed, and there is no need to open up and maintain.

    But Daoling Pavilion is different from all other worlds.

    If we follow the conventional means of opening up space-time channels, even if we arrive at the fairy world, it is useless to find the way to the fairy world.

    After all, just keeping the channel open for a long time can suck all the spiritual power in the world of Daoling Pavilion.

    What song Qingshu wanted was not such an immoral way. What he wanted was a way to open up channels that could be maintained for a long time.

    What the shadow in white wants is to meet the requirements of song Qingshu.

    What Optimus scrolls do is copy path. And with the power of the ancient scroll, the whole space channel can be completely maintained, without the need for friars to maintain on the side.

    This can be said to be the most convenient solution.

    I don''t know if I should sigh song linger''s good luck. The darkened ancient scroll song linger took is the Qingtian ancient scroll song Qingshu needs now.

    If song linger hadn''t got it, I''m afraid song Qingshu would have to find a way to replace it.

    "Well done, linger."

    Song Qingshu rubbed song linger''s small head.

    "Dad! You -- "

    Every time song Qingshu rubs song linger''s head, it will completely disrupt her hairstyle.

    But song linger doesn''t hate this feeling.

    But the protest still has to go through the motions.

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

    Song Qingshu just smiled and saw song linger''s eyes brighten: "of course it''s good."

    "By the way, linger, you should feel more or less when you go to that secret place. First refine these insights, and then take a good look at the secrets you get. "

    Song linger nodded quite cleverly and said, "Dad, what are you going to do now?"

    "I have to digest the things in this Optimus scroll first."

    Song Qingshu nodded. Although it is not urgent to open up the passage, the ancient scroll may have other uses because it can send out enough light to make song linger see in the spire.

    Song linger was silent for a long time, but finally compromised.

    Song Qingshu''s meditation is to immerse the divine knowledge into the ancient scroll.

    "Call -"

    When song Qingshu opened his eyes again, he was in a mountain stream.

    The mountain stream is full of spiritual power, and even some spiritual power has turned into liquid, which flows around the body of Song Qing book.

    Song Qingshu put his hand into the spiritual trickle. The trickle was not half hostile, and even poured his own spiritual power into song Qingshu''s body.

    Pure spiritual power slowly flows into the meridians, which only makes people feel enlightened.

    Song Qingshu had sharp eyes and soon saw a pavilion in the mountain stream.

    Now Song Qingshu is just a divine thought. It flutters in the air like a swimming fish in the flow of spiritual power, and comes to the side of the pavilion with the guidance of spiritual power.

    Song Qing Shu adjusted his figure in mid air, and changed his position slowly.

    There was an old man in Tianshui color robe in the pavilion. Although the old man had his back to song Qingshu and had time to drink tea in the pavilion, he still opened his mouth first.

    "Who are you, enemy or friend?"

    Song Qingshu bowed his hand: "I don''t know where this is. It''s hard for the younger generation to judge the enemy and friends."

    The old man''s tea hand stopped in the air. Just when song Qingshu thought the old man wanted to make a move, the old man turned and smiled: "good."

    Song Qingshu remained vigilant. The old man smiled for a while, raised his sleeve robe and put a chair on his side.

    "Sit down and talk. Meeting is fate."

    The old man has reached such a point, and song Qingshu is not easy to refuse. He sits directly on the old man''s side.

    "I don''t know where this is, so I dare to rush into this world. I don''t know if I should praise you for your courage or rashness."

    When the old man sipped tea, a cup of warm tea also appeared before Song Qing wrote.

    Song Qingshu did not tangle too much and took a sip from the jade cup.

    "Good tea."

    Although he was in a state of divine awareness, he was able to taste the tea, which was enough to reveal the mystery of the tea.

    "Refreshing."

    Ordinary people should hesitate a little more before they dare to drink the tea.

    But song Qingshu is different.

    After all, he is asking for help. He can''t seem too ink.

    "Little friend, if you need anything, please mention it. Although I have only one mind left, if I can do something, I won''t be stingy. "