But I saw that there was only half of the sand leaking from the table. According to the instructions of this time, I only watched it for less than half an hour.

Tickling his head, Meng Shuai felt a little confused. Is his concept of time so bad? Looking up at the person who gave him the hourglass, he saw him standing in the corner, staring at him straight at him, making people feel scared.

Meng Shuai was a little uncomfortable when he saw it, and raised his hand to signal slightly.

The man walked over slowly, and the two looked at each other. Meng Shuai smiled awkwardly and said, "Hello--the time has not been used up yet."

The man looked him up and down, nodded, and said, "Yes. Keep watching."

Meng Shuai was a little unreasonable and said, "Continue to watch?"

The man said simply: "Look." He turned around and walked away.

Meng Shuai always felt something was wrong, but since there was still time, there was no reason not to continue reading, so he kept looking.

The book talks about mantras after the book, because mantras are secrets of each school and the secret skills of the seal masters and halls. Therefore, the book only briefly talked about it, and did not give any kind of mantras, so it turned directly to the selection of back cover material.

This part is a field that Meng Shuai has not covered. It is a bit difficult to read because it is exhausted and is quite scattered. As a last resort, he had no choice but to take out the motivation to learn herbal knowledge from Shui Sigui and write it down one by one.

It took a lot of effort to remember this force. He felt that his head was getting bigger. After turning the last page, his head was buzzing. He put the book on the table and looked up, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

But there was still half of the sand leaking in the hourglass.

And I don’t know if it was his illusion, but he felt that there was more sand than just now.

What is the principle?

Seeing him look up, the man shook over again and said, "Have you finished watching?"

Meng Shuai nodded, and the man said, "There is another book, can you read it?"

Meng Shuai hesitated for a moment and said, "Look——I'll ask, where is the toilet?"

He was standing reading a book just now, but he didn't feel it, but then he felt so excited and thought to himself: How long has it been? I've been so busy.

The man said, "Go out from the left corner door and be in the backyard. Go and I'll show you the book."

Meng Shuai bowed and said, "Please beg you." He turned around and trotted out.

As soon as he ran, Meng Shuai felt his legs sore and weak, and he was even more tired than squatting on horseback. He became more and more confused. When he left the lobby, he couldn't help but say, "Damn, what time is it?"

It turned out that it was dark outside. When he came in, he was still in the morning. He was standing at the desk for most of the day, and he didn't eat two meals. After touching his stomach, he felt that the two tastes of holding back and hunger were mixed, and he was extremely unhappy.

After coming out of the toilet, Meng Shuai returned to the hall and was even more surprised. However, he saw that there was no one in the hall. Not only was there no one reading, but even the disciples of the Three Spirit Hall guarding were the only one who was receiving him. One door in front had been closed, and the other one had been covered. The other tables were cleaned up, and only two lights were lit on the table in front of him, and two rows of bright candles were lit.

There is still an hourglass at the front of the table, and most of the sand is leaking out of the hourglass.

The sand flowed downwards without stopping for a moment.

At this point, Meng Shuai couldn't help but gasp, and his heart was chilling, and he walked forward step by step.

The receptionist sat next to the table and saw Meng Shuai come back and said, "Are you back? Read it." He pointed to the book on the table.

Meng Shuai swallowed and wanted to say something, but when he reached his mouth, he only said: "Thank you." He walked forward slowly, and his heart moved, and his mind had already been activated.

The feeling of calmness and peace spread, Meng Shuai's expression calmed down and walked slowly over.

If someone plots on him, it is now a turtle in a jar. He wants to break through, but he is not reckless. It is best to pretend not to know first and look at the other party’s origins coldly to deal with it.

Meng Shuai walked to the front of the table, picked up the book with one hand, stared at the book with his eyes, and the turtle's natural mental method continued to activate.

In this state, his mental power was concentrated to an unprecedented level, his heart was calm and his senses were very sensitive, and he had reached the point where he could be distracted.

He said it was distracting and not completely split. His eyes were fixed on the books, his ears and other senses were concentrated, paying attention to the situation outside.

The sand is still flowing downwards.

When the sand flows, it is time to see the truth.

That means that Meng Shuai had to wait for more than half an hour in this state, that is, more than an hour. It was a tragedy for his previous patience. But after entering the natural state of the turtle magic, he not only integrated into nature mentally, but also became more like a wild beast in his state.

In order to prey, wild beasts are dormant for several hours or even days? They are as quiet as virgins and as moving as rabbits. Even if they lie stiffly in the heavy snow for a few days, once the prey appears, they are still thunderous.

Meng Shuai believed that he could do it at this time.

The sand is still flowing downwards.

Meng Shuai listened to the sound left by the sand and slowly used his ears to distinguish the state of the sand. Because when the sand fell, there would be a subtle sound gap due to the different cushion layers of the sand below.

He could already tell at such a close distance.

There is a little more... a little more...

It was almost here, but Meng Shuai's hand did not leave the book, but his ears were already standing.

laugh--

The sound of breaking through the air gently was only a little louder than the sound of falling from the sand. If it weren't for the silence of everything at this time, this sound would never be noticed.

But Meng Shuai had already noticed it.

When I raised my eyelids at the right time, a small bead came in the air, gently hitting above the hourglass, and the hourglass tilted, and stood upside down, and sand leaked from the beginning.

Sure enough, someone is making trouble!

Meng Shuai covered his face with a book, raised his eyes and saw where the beads came from—

upstairs!

He suddenly looked up and Meng Shuai almost stopped breathing in an instant.

A half of the snow-white face was exposed at the railings upstairs, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and it was advisable to be happy and angry.

Meng Shuai was dumbfounded, suddenly his face turned red, he lowered his head, his heart pounding, and when he looked up, his pretty face had disappeared.

A glimpse.

Meng Shuai remembered this word, put down the book in his hand, turned around and was about to go upstairs. The guardian pulled him and said, "Where is going?"

Meng Shuai breathed slowly and said, "I haven't gone anywhere."

The guard's disciple said, "Are you still reading books?"

Meng Shuai pondered for a moment and said, "Of course, otherwise wouldn't he live up to his good intentions?" He picked up the remaining book "The Basic Nine Seals Picture" and read it carefully from the beginning.

This time, somehow, his mind was particularly clear and his efficiency improved greatly. The nine basic seal pictures, one reprinted "reinforcement seal, light seal, heavy load seal", the three inner seals "resistance, fight, and wear", and the three outer seals "sharp, strong, and strong" have nine seal methods. Each one is ten times more complicated than the powerful mountain seal, but much simpler than the hundreds of steel seals. Meng Shuai could not remember it all in his mind like the previous book, but looked at it while silently sketching on the table with his fingers, looking for the circuit and trajectory in it.

Just over and over again, Meng Shuai recorded the nine figures in his mind. Although he still couldn't say he could get started, he could draw them independently with a piece of white paper. Then he put down the book and breathed a sigh of relief.

The hourglass in front of me still had half of the leaks left.

She has been there all the time.

Meng Shuai felt sweet and was about to ask, "When is it?" But he saw that the guardian was already leaning on the table and fell asleep.

He was secretly happy and said to himself: You have just slept, so you can avoid trouble. He tiptoed past him and quietly climbed the stairs.

Walking up the stairs, the second floor was indeed a tea room. But at this time, the lights had gone out, and the whole room was dark and a little gloomy.

Meng Shuai shouted softly: "Xiaohong! Xiaohong!"

No one answered.

Meng Shuai walked around the second floor from beginning to end. The teahouse was not big, and it was full of ordinary tables and chairs. There was no place for anyone to hide, but she could never find her.

I walked past the innermost window, but saw the window open wide, and the cool breeze blew from outside, making people slightly cold.

From the window, he saw a large area of ​​lake water underground. The water surface was rippling and the smoke was vast. The sky was already dark, and there was a ray of white light in the distance. He realized that he had been in a night.

After searching again, there was still no one. I smelled a scent. But I saw that there were two steamers on the coffee table by the window, a small cover bowl and a plate.

Meng Shuai walked over and opened the steamer. The cage was steamed soup buns and roasted wheat, fresh milk tea in the cover bowl, and chopped small pickles in the plate. The buns and milk tea were steaming.

After glanced again, Meng Shuai felt regretful and said to himself: Only a pair of bowls and chopsticks are prepared here. It seems that she is not going to see me anymore. She clearly invited me to come here and came forward to help me like this. Why is she still holding a pipa and half-covering her face like this? Could it be that the little girl is shy?

Or, it’s not convenient for her to meet with her?

I think her identity is extraordinary. Not to mention her appearance on the second floor, she would not tell her that she could leave behind hot food without knowing it. The disciple underground knew that she was making a fool of herself, but she dared not speak out. She could only accompany her to make trouble and make herself cheap. This is not something that ordinary people can do. She must have an unusual position and authority in the world of sealing masters.

When Meng Shuai thought of this, he suddenly felt that the gap between him and her was very far away. Not to mention anything else, just the stairs on the first and second floors, and now it is the threshold that he cannot cross.

That was someone I couldn't even catch the corner of my clothes.

Maybe it wasn't the time to meet her.

She is still young in her life, and she is just a little girl, and they all have time. Next time they meet, he will definitely not need her to stand upstairs and help him silently, but will walk up the stairs to see her.

Sitting on the table, Meng Shuai swept away the tea and then went downstairs to put away the hourglass as a souvenir. Then he sat at the table and took a nap, while making up for the turtle breathing exercises he had to do every day to cultivate his physical strength and energy, while quietly waiting for the opening of the Tibetan seal building the next day.

In a daze, he fell asleep.

In his dream, he seemed to see the big snow-white bird and the white skirt.
Chapter completed!