Two-dimensional evil contract

Meng Jiao followed Lingling and strolled on Wenhua Island. The island was very quiet, occasionally unknown little beasts appeared in the forest, among the lush old trees, the blue stone path was winding and winding, which made him never see so many big trees. The Mengjiao is fresh.

Passing through a forest, the two came to a four-story pavilion, which was also made of bluestone. A plaque was hung above the gate. The three simple characters of Wenhua Pavilion were vigorous and powerful.

"Sister Lingling, is this the Wenhua Pavilion you are talking about?" Meng Jiao asked.

"Didn't it say... Didn't you see it?" Lingling replied suspiciously.

"I, I don't know how to read. I grew up on the island and never learned to read." Meng Jiao replied with a red face.

"Oh, it's no wonder that there are so few fishermen on the ocean who can read and read, and they don't need it at all."

"Since you don’t know how to read, I won’t take you in. My master is very interested in all kinds of classics on weekdays and often collects them everywhere. So don’t underestimate this Wenhua Pavilion. The collection of books inside is probably better than the average little school. It's a lot stronger," Lingling said.

"On Wenhua Island, in addition to my residence, there is also a elder brother who is much older than me. He usually lives in the Wenhua Pavilion. He takes care of these classics and will have the opportunity to show you to see him in the future. He is a very boring person."

Then Lingling took Meng Jiao around again, and finally walked to a flat ground not far from her house, took out an oval wooden plate, read a formula, and breathed a breath against the wooden plate. It flew out in circles, then suddenly lit up for a while, turning into a bamboo house and standing on the clearing.

Meng Jiao didn't react excessively to this situation. The strange things he experienced in the past two days made him a little numb to these visions.

"From now on, this house will be where you live. You should rest for a few days and recover. If you have any questions or concerns, please come to me. You can rest first."

After speaking, Lingling took out some food and fruit out of thin air and gave it to Meng Jiao, then turned and left.

After taking the things and walking into the bamboo house, Meng Jiao wandered heavily on the bed, watching the bamboo poles lined up on the roof. Scenes of the past few months' experiences appeared in his mind. In this way, he gradually fell asleep. .

In the blink of an eye, Meng Jiao has lived on Wenhua Island for more than a year. Although the scenery on the island remains the same, there is no change, but Meng Jiao at this time is very different from a year ago.

After he settled down in the bamboo house, he was in a depressed mood. Thinking of his future destiny, the confusion of not seeing the way forward puzzled him.

But fortunately, Lingling nearby came to see him almost every day. In addition, Meng Jiao was a young man with a tough personality and did not give up easily. Gradually, the negative emotions were adjusted by him, and occasionally a smile appeared. On the face of this young man.

Although there is nothing to worry about on the island, this kind of life is not what Meng Jiao wants. He feels a deep sense of urgency every moment. He always remembers the words of Master Lingling, the context is crystallized, and he cannot practice. The loss of Shouyuan is like a sword hanging above his head.

"Is there really no way?" Meng Jiao often asked himself when he looked at the stars in the middle of the night.

Of course, during this year, Meng Jiao was also trying her best to improve herself. Lingling would go out to sea to hunt beasts every once in a while, looking for various materials, and Meng Jiao would go out together with her.

Although he couldn't practice, the tough body, tremendous strength, and skin breathing ability that he had originally obtained by swallowing ground milk are still there, so in the process of Lingling hunting animals, Meng Jiao can help a little bit.

He often witnessed and even assisted Lingling in fighting giant beasts, distinguishing and collecting rare materials, which allowed Meng Jiao to continuously improve his fighting experience, broaden his horizons, and become more mature.

When Meng Jiao followed Lingling into the Wenhua Pavilion and saw countless books of immortality, he expressed his hope to learn literacy to Lingling. Unexpectedly, Lingling agreed and began to teach him.

Meng Jiao himself is very smart, and Lingling's careful teaching, he can roughly understand some books after half a year.

From then on, Meng Jiao was like living in Wenhua Pavilion, wandering day and night in the sea of ​​books, rarely returning to the bamboo house.

On this day, Meng Jiao was studying in the lobby on the first floor of the Wenhua Pavilion as usual. Not far away, Lingling’s senior brother Wu Yazi was sitting on a pad with closed eyes. Jiao is like nothing...