Ancient Magician: Miss Shocking World

Chapter 272 'That Man' 4
In the room on the third floor, the master uncle took off the silver mask, revealing a world-famous face.

His palms were slightly sweating, he raised his hands, looked at the faint black silk line in the messy palm lines on his palms, and frowned slightly.

The black silk thread seemed to be alive, and it was about to break through the palm of his hand, but at the same time he held it firmly, his complexion turned pale again.

On the second floor, Shen Yuling changed into a moon-white long gown after taking a simple bath, and wrung out her wet hair with a cotton towel, but she couldn't completely dry it because she lacked spiritual power.

Wearing it casually, sitting on the bed, trying to gather spiritual energy again.

But for a moment, she felt faint fluctuations of vitality, accompanied by the moment it turned into spiritual power, it could stay in the dantian for a moment, and the next second it would be sucked up by that strange black light.

She opened her eyes and let out a breath.

Although it hasn't condensed yet, but being able to stay for such a moment is also an improvement.

It may not be impossible to recover after some time.

Thinking of what the master master said to the great elder, she stared blankly for a while, got off the bed, and walked to the first floor.

"Is there a trace of spiritual power concentrated?"

As soon as I arrived on the first floor, I heard the voice of the master uncle on the third floor.

She looked up at him, thought for a while, and replied: "The dantian can condense for a moment, and then disappear."

The master uncle nodded.

"Let's go eat, and go directly to the second floor when you're done. Three days later, all the disciples will have a trial in the Valley of Beasts. I don't want you to get hurt as a teacher."

With that said, he turned around and entered the house.

Shen Yuling looked at the waving sleeves, and pursed her moist lips slightly.

Just as he was about to turn around, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

When she raised her eyes to fix her eyes, the bright red figure held a cotton towel in her hand and rubbed it on her head.

"It's so wet it's an eyesore."

After the master uncle messed up her wet long hair, he took a few steps back in a good mood.

Pointing to the silver-plated mirror on the first floor: "Put your hair in a bun."

Shen Yuling also thought that she would comb her hair when she was almost done when she went down the mountain. He rubbed her hair carelessly, and when she raised her hand to touch it, she found that it had already evaporated.

"Go and comb."

After leaving these words, the master master turned around and went up the stairs.

Shen Yuling silently walked towards the silver-plated mirror, put her long hair in a bun, and then took out a black jade hairpin and stuck it on it.

The master uncle who walked to the corner of the second floor looked back, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he turned around and stopped looking at her.

Through the reflection of Shen Yuling through the silver-plated mirror, she only saw his back, and she couldn't see the expression under the silver mask.

Until she went down the mountain and arrived at the dining hall, she was thinking about a question.

Uncle Master, is it Su Muzhe?

No one in the dining hall dared to provoke her.

After the Great Elder came back, he posted a notice that everyone was not allowed to disturb Shen Yuling, the personal disciple of the master uncle, who went to the second floor to read scriptures.

This announcement was like a thunderbolt, which stunned everyone.

You must know that the second floor is where only the suzerain and elders can go.

Does the arrangement of the sect master's uncle indicate that Shen Yuling's current status has risen to the same level as the elders?

Emotions such as jealousy and admiration spread throughout the Yuqi sect.

After dinner, Shen Yuling went directly to the Sutra Pavilion, and walked up to the second floor under the jealous eyes of the disciples who borrowed scriptures on the first floor.

You know, it is impossible for these people to climb to the second floor even if they spend their entire lives in poverty.

She remembered that Ye Chongwen said that Mo Wen was a torn page obtained from the Buddhist scripture pavilion.

And how did he get in the Sutra Pavilion, which all disciples couldn't enter?

Moreover, since she came to Yuqizong, she hasn't seen Mo Wen again, where has he gone?

It was already night at this time, and she kept searching for hidden compartments and other places in the scripture storage pavilion. Suddenly, there was a faint sound behind her.

"who is it!"

(End of this chapter)