The Portal of Wonderland

What appears in front of Ishima is a casting hammer that is only the size of an ordinary person's thumb.

This little hammer is all black and seems to be made of some special metal, engraved with a circle of complex grain, more like a special array method, from which a unique fire attribute is emitted.

“This is the letter that my grandfather passed down, and I kept it close to me and never left.” Cui Huan tidied his shirt and handed over the small casting hammer.

Shi Mu only glanced at it and determined that this is definitely the letter. The unique breath emitted on it is the person of Cuihuan's such strength, and it cannot be repeatedly forged.

He was also polite, reaching for the little hammer, with some body temperature on his tentacles, and smelling a fragrance peculiar to the girl between his nose and wings.

He looked over again and found a “candle” engraved on the bottom of the hammer.

“My grandfather's name was Cold, a single cicada word, and before he died, he said that the master refiner's name was Candlestick. It is said that whoever carries this letter with him will be able to remove it from him.” Cuihuan did not notice the change in the color of the stone pasture, he said calmly.

“I got it. Go and summon Qi Feng and others to the main house. I have something to announce.” Shi Lian said to Cuihuan.

“Yes, Lord.” Cuihuan responded and turned away.

After a cup of tea, Shi Lian came to the main house and saw that the stewards of his own house had gathered here.

With all the wind at the head, everyone looked at themselves slightly.

“Qi Feng, today you did not hand over Cuihuan randomly, this is a good thing.” Ishimaki glanced at the crowd and finally fell on Qi Feng, "he said.

“We are all servants of the head of the province. Without the order of the head of the province, we are categorically afraid to dispose of the people in the province at will.” Qi Feng waved his hand in haste, "he said.

“Good! From now on, no one will be allowed to take this cave of spiritual servants without my permission. In addition, Qi Feng ordered you to set up a separate quiet room for Cui Huan to practice tomorrow. She will not be required to do any more trivial things in the office.” Ishima ordered it.

“Yes, Lord.” Qi Feng and others immediately showed surprise, but responded immediately.

Others stewards couldn't help but look up to Cui Huan, some dared slightly, his eyes still flashed back and forth between Shi Lian and Cui Huan, and he measured himself a few times.

Shi Mu was well aware of the assumptions in these people's hearts, but was too lazy to explain anything. After giving the order, he waved to show people to leave, and he turned back toward the back mountain chamber.

Halfway down, a small figure dives in the air and falls to Shi Mu's shoulders with great skill.

“You know now you're back.” Stonegrass's footsteps never stopped, he said.

“Stone, unjust! Those people, the fierce gods, the fierce ones, I was afraid of Qi Feng, they lost money, hurried to find you, but I didn't expect you to come back.” Caier whispered and muttered.

“Well, don't explain. I don't blame you. After all, you can't beat them.” Shepherd smiled dumbly.

“Stone, by the way, you seem to have gained a lot from shutting down this time. You have a lot of strength!” Caier said.

“Not bad, it's a nice place to cultivate.” Stoneshepherd said.

“So are you going to go out and pick up some tasks? I just happened to be a little bored for a while. I was just about to go out and play!” Caier said.

“I still have some things to take care of, just for a while. You go and watch me, and if those people come back, let me know.” Ishima glanced at the secret chamber door not far away and said so.

“All right!" replied Caier, some impeccably picked, wings flashing and flying into the air.

After closing the secret chamber door, Ishima sat down on the futon, took out the hammer, and gently rubbed the handle in her hand to play with it. In her heart, she counted. After a few days, she went to find the Master Candle and changed back to the Spiritual Instrument.

Suddenly, his eyebrows rose and he thought of the club he had hidden in the sea.

Speaking of which, since his arrival at Eastern Sunrise, he has been busy experimenting and then practicing, and has not studied the object for a long time.

With this in mind, the casting hammer was concealed as soon as the light of the storage ring shined on the hand of Ishimura.

He then closed his eyes and drowned his consciousness into the sea of knowledge.

Above its sea of knowledge, a tiny, sophisticated golden mini stick remains as still as ever.

The fine inscription on the golden stick emitted a slightly golden glow, flashing and very gentle.

Shi Mu is no stranger to this scene.

In the three years that he had travelled to Eastern Holy Star, he had observed and tested the Divine Soldier countless times in the Sea of Knowledge.

Though he has also learned a lot about this relic, and can establish a certain connection with it at the spiritual level, somehow, he still can't find the second and third layers of the magic tricks hidden in the old ape mouth of the green robe of the day.

In the knowledge of the sea, Shi Muyuan deity turned into a small golden figure, slowly walking towards the golden stick that stood at the center of his knowledge of the sea.

Coming close, the golden dwarf weighed up and down, and his hands changed like wheels.

Suddenly, a god was transformed into a strand of fine filament thread, extending from the palm of his hand, wrapping the golden stick layer by layer.

As that layer of silk became denser and denser, the spell lines on the golden little stick surface lit up, and the rhythm became indeterminate, and the body of the stick trembled slightly.

Stone pastoralist Numen looked at the scene in front of them, and there was no change in the color of the gods, but their eyebrows wrinkled, seemingly with some disappointing color.

Because of this situation, he has also seen it several times in the past three years.

He knew that in a few moments, the golden light on this little stick would completely converge, and the tremors on the stick would gradually stop, and everything would return to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Shi Lian secretly sighed and intended to leave the sea of knowledge.

Yet at this moment, mutations arise!

Instead of converging as expected, the light on the golden stick began to flow clockwise and quickly, and between the blinks was at the center of the golden stick, forming a golden vortex.

Seeing this, Shi Muwan God couldn't help but be surprised and look at the scene in front of him without turning his eyes.

The quicker the golden vortex turned, the shadow of grey appeared at the center, seemingly a grey mist, from which it was slowly spilling and spreading towards the surrounding area.

As soon as Shi Mu's heart moved and had not done anything, he felt a blur in front of him. Then a huge attraction flowed out of the vortex, quickly covering his whole Numen.

He felt only a moment of spinning, dark in front of him and unconscious.

When he wakes up again and sees everything in front of him, he starts to get a little dizzy.

The moment appeared before him in a gray fog space, surrounded by grey fog that rolled slowly all around him.

The grey fog, which did not appear to be very heavy, not only blocked his sight, but even his divinity was enclosed in it, preventing it from being released too far away.

Shi Mu remembered only his Numen, seemed to have been sucked into the sky stick, then lost his mind and knew nothing.

“Could this be a turning stick?” Shi Lian climbed up from the ground and looked at his hands, hiding.

In the midst of its obscurity, there was a slight rumbling coming forward.

Ishima looked up and saw the gray fog in front of her suddenly and rapidly rolling up, and a moment later, it condensed into a fog wall.

On that fog wall, a common text appeared in the Miyang star domain, arranged neatly.

Shi Mu's heart shocked and his eyes swept away, suddenly getting a little sudden.

Originally where I was, it was a space in the club, and all these words in front of me were kept by Ancestor White Monkey in secret, recording a gamble he had with someone.

According to the descriptions contained therein, it is roughly as long as the person is able to complete one of the tests that Ancestor White Monkey stays in the flip stick, he will be able to get the recipe for the second layer of the Nine Spin Xuan Gong that Ancestor hid in the flip stick.

This grey fog space, as well as the text on the fog wall, clearly belongs to some kind of prohibition and will only be triggered if certain conditions are met.

For the previous three years, he had not been able to trigger a successful restraint and enter the space, and he would have been able to do so in the first attempt, mostly because he had completed the first retraining of Nine Spins of Xuan Gong at that moment.

However, seeing these prohibitions at this moment adds a little more confusion to Shi Mu.

Because according to the text description, this restricted space here should dissipate immediately after being triggered, regardless of whether or not the triggered person has completed the gambling.

And it's a little strange that this restricted space is still here at this moment, and it can be triggered again.

Is it true that the man who gambled with the ancestors did not come in here before for some reason?

Ishima thought about it and thought it was unlikely. If Ancestor White Monkey made a bet for this man, how could he not enter here?

He scratched his head, and since he couldn't figure it out, he didn't want to get involved.

Anyway, it's good for him that the ban hasn't disappeared, because that gives him a chance to get that second layer of manoeuvre.

When I thought that if I could pass the test, I could get the second spin of the Nine Spins of Xuan Gong, Shi Mu felt a fire in his heart, and his eyes lit up.

As he pondered in Ishima's mind, the fog wall in front of him suddenly rolled down, presenting a trend towards collapse.

In the blink of an eye, the fog wall dissipated and the gray text written on it dissipated.

The gray fog quickly retracted and rolled down, entering directly into the wider, heavier ocean of gray fog behind.

In time, the misty sea boiled immediately.

Just a few solid gray fogs, like the waves generally keep rolling and pounding all over the fog sea, not long ago, in the gray fog around the stone pasture, ran out several gray fog channels