My apprentice is a little weird?

Chapter 145 “Words”?

Faced with Xin Lai's question, Jiang Yan did not answer immediately, but lowered his head to feel the strange patterns on Shen Ming's palm that looked like ghost paintings.

He heaved a sigh of relief only after confirming that there was no special Taoist rhyme emanating.

He turned to look at Xin Lai and apologized:

"Sorry, Brother Xin, I have something urgent to do and have to leave early~"

Xin Lai frowned slightly:

"Is it serious?"

Jiang Yan looked down at Shen Ming who was still in a trance and shook his head gently:

"It's not serious, but it feels incredible. Something that is impossible to appear suddenly appears now."

"It just caught me off guard for a moment..."

Xin Lai glanced at Shen Ming from the corner of his eye:

"Well, it's not serious. You can go back if you want. Anyway, I've already eaten your spirit fish. You can leave now."

"You...changed your attitude too quickly..."

Jiang Yan curled his lips, reached into his sleeve and rummaged around for a while, then took out a bunch of small items that might be pendants, bracelets or jade pendants.

They are all made of bamboo, and each one has some subtle small formations engraved on it.

It has the functions of preventing dust, fire, water and peeping.

"These are the little things I made for my junior brothers and sisters as rewards for guessing lantern riddles. I was going to give them today, but something unexpected happened so I won't go there in person."

"Please, Brother Xin, I'll give it to you when the time comes~"

"As for Pei Mengmeng, please inform Brother Xin as well~"

Xin Lai took the large piece of stuff, weighed it casually and nodded lightly.

"Okay, I know everything. You can go now."

Jiang Yan's mouth twitched slightly...

"You won't send me off?"

"Are you leaving now?"

"No...I have to stay here for another half a month..."

"Then why should I send you off?"

"........."

Looking at Jiang Yan's stunned expression, Xin Lai couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth. With a faint smile, he flicked his sleeves and turned around to leave with his hands behind his back.

Calm and composed...

Jiang Yan smiled and shook his head, then glanced at Shen Ming, and then a cloud of mist rose around him and enveloped him and Shen Ming.

When the fog dissipates, the place is empty.

.........

Inside Zhufeng Mountain, there is a small bamboo house with a gurgling stream beside it, but the courtyard is unusually quiet.

The two pairs of eyes stared at each other.

Jiang Yan sat in front of Shen Ming with his arms folded, while Shen Ming sat on the table, swaying his short legs back and forth, looking very happy.

"Why did Master suddenly bring Shen Ming back~"

Shen Ming asked cheerfully while looking around.

Well, only she and Master are here.

Jiang Yan didn't answer but just stared at Shen Ming, with inexplicable emotions flashing in his eyes.

And she was not angry. If the Master didn't answer, then he didn't have to answer. As long as he was there, it was enough.

So Shen Ming also stared at Jiang Yan, and both of them stopped talking.

The picture suddenly became weird~

Shen Ming sat on the table in the courtyard with his legs together, swinging his short legs leisurely and shaking his little head gently from side to side.

She had a simple ponytail on her head, which swung back and forth with her movements.

Those bright eyes looked at Jiang Yan without blinking.

After a long time, Shen Ming didn't feel anything, but Jiang Yan couldn't stand it and looked away first.

"Ahem...Ming'er~"

Jiang Yan coughed lightly and prepared his words in his mind, then he slowly stretched out his right hand. A little blood mist appeared on his palm, and then thin lines slowly condensed, forming a strange and bizarre pattern on it.

It is called a pattern, but in fact it is more like a kind of irregular line doodle, or it can be described as a ghost painting.

The ghost painting itself will change, but this change only occurs when people look at it. When people look away or no longer pay attention to it, it will return to being still.

And most importantly, this ghostly painted talisman does not have any fluctuations in spiritual power or magic power, nor does it contain any resentment or turbid air. It is as if it was created out of thin air without relying on any external force. It is truly magical.

"Do you recognize this word?"

Shen Ming tilted his head slightly: "Is this a "word"?"

Words? How is it similar? It doesn't look like a word at all!

Jiang Yan ignored Shen Ming's strange look and said seriously:

"Don't worry about whether it is a word or not. Ming'er, do you think it looks familiar? Or have you seen it somewhere before? Do you have a similar impression in your mind?"

Shen Ming looked at Jiang Yan's serious expression and perked up himself to recall the past.

Then he stared at the ghost-like talisman in Jiang Yan's hand for a long time, then frowned slightly and shook his head.

"Shen Ming...I don't seem to have any impression of him..."

Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, then moved his fingers slightly, and the ghost painting symbol drawn on it suddenly changed, and its core part seemed to have a few more strokes~

Suddenly, a strange feeling emanated from Jiang Yan. No, to be more precise, it emanated from the ghost-drawn talisman in Jiang Yan's hand!

It was a feeling that could not be described in words. There was no fluctuation of power, but it made the emotions in her heart calm down.

And those spiritual powers that had been absorbed into the body but had not yet been refined were now directly integrated into the magic power without being refined!

And the spiritual energy with a little turbidity enters the Dantian together!

But the strange thing was that Shen Ming did not feel uncomfortable? The turbid air and the unrefined spiritual energy stayed safely in her pure magic power, intersecting but not blending with each other.

It seems abrupt yet so natural, as if there is a powerful rule forcing them to coexist!

The wind became weaker at this time, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

"This is... what did Master do?!"

Shen Ming widened her eyes slightly, and she couldn't help but mobilize the turbid and unrefined magic power in her body.

Very smooth? No discomfort during the process? And it can be released normally!

This, this, this! This is completely different from what Master taught!

Isn't it said that if mixed spiritual energy enters the body, it will cause the cultivator to feel unwell?

In mild cases, the breathing will be unstable, and in severe cases, the magic power will clash and the seven orifices will bleed and the person will die on the spot.

But what is she doing now? Is she completely fine?

"This... is it all caused by the pattern in Master's hand?"

Shen Ming concentrated and wanted to take a closer look at the strange pattern in Jiang Yan's hand, but for some reason, the pattern was right in front of him and the patterns were not too complicated.

But she just couldn't remember clearly.

She had just memorized it but would forget it all as soon as she closed her eyes...and she would always feel dizzy if she looked at it for too long.

"Master...what is this? Why can't Shen Ming...remember it..."

Jiang Yan carefully watched every change in Shen Ming's expression, not even missing the slightest movement of his eyes.

But throughout the whole process, Shen Ming was just surprised, curious, and then tried to remember. Apart from that, he had no extra emotions at all...

"How could it be... that there is someone else besides me who can describe this world..."