Lanke Chess Edge

After setting the inkstone and condensing a ray of clear spring, Ji Yuan personally grinds the ink.

A good ink stick is not only in appearance and fragrance, but also shows extraordinary at this moment. When grinding ink, the hand feels very smooth, and the ink is extremely uniform. The water in the inkstone is dyed black almost instantly.

Almost all the characters on the "Jianyi Tie" were half-standing, and they all looked in the direction of the inkstone.

Grinding ink brings a simple sense of ritual, which makes Jiyuan's heart more peaceful. This change of will even affects the atmosphere around Jiyuan, making the originally restless small characters seem unusually quiet.

The ink rubbed out from the inkstone is like a black clear spring. It is not only translucent, but also emits the faint fragrance of ink, so delicate that there is no trace of flaws.

Picking up the pen, pulling the sleeves, dipping the ink... In the process, "Jian Yi Tie" has already "slipped" onto the table in front of Ji Yuan.

This temple Zhu is not a person who likes to dance and play with words, so there is no desk in the room, just this small round table, but at this moment, the elegant rhyme of the small round table is not inferior to any incense table.

"Jianyi was written in Zuoli, and it retains the spirit of its peak state, which also makes you extraordinary, but Zuoli is not a real Zuojianxian after all. The words are rhythmic, and the spirit is long. There is less change and more spirit..."

Ji Yuan picked up the pen, the tip of the pen was still five inches above the "Jian Yi Tie", and looked at these quiet small words.

"Words are also a manifestation of Tao, and iron painting and silver hooks can also moisten ink and show spirit. I will brush ink for you. Don't just focus on eating ink. You also need to visualize the meaning of my writing to preserve the spirit. There are various handwriting changes to brush ink for you, and today is the first one. If someone is distracted and doesn’t pay attention, I won’t do it again just for you, understand?”

"Jian Yi Tie" was quiet, but Ji Yuan knew that it wasn't because they didn't understand it, and it wasn't because they didn't hear it. On the contrary, these small words were all serious.

Nodding his head, the wolf pen finally dropped and clicked on the first word "I".

(I have been fond of swords since I was a child, especially swords, and I got a wooden sword at the age of six...)

The emotion of the whole "Jian Yi Tie" has changed with Zuo Li's life, from high spirits to old age, from the excitement of entering the rivers and lakes to the invincible loneliness, but Ji Yuan brushes ink to write, naturally try to fade Zuo Li as much as possible. emotions, showing the agility of the handwriting itself.

It took more than an hour to write an essay. In fact, it didn't even take half an hour to write, and most of the time was spent on grinding ink.

After writing it again, exactly ten ink ingots were used in common, and Jiyuan's own mana and a hint of mysterious yellow energy were added when grinding the ink, which cost a lot of mind.

But the result is also gratifying. The whole "Jian Yi Tie" is now bright and shiny. The small characters are like monks who are meditating. They are quietly shrouded in this layer of light. After a long time, the ink is gradually drying up. But the light still does not fade.

"Yes, as expected of a natural character spirit!"

Ji Yuan praised from the bottom of his heart. He also liked these little guys from the bottom of his heart, and he knew more about their specialness and wonder.

There are many repetitions in these 100 words, but even two seemingly repeated words actually contain similar but different spirituality.

Although there are only a few hundred or ten words, Ji Yuan has never been a greedy person. To be able to obtain these hundred and ten words is already a blessing.

And although these characters make up the "Jian Yi Tie", Ji Yuan believes that with his help in brushing ink, the variability will increase without separating their unity and integrity. There are countless possibilities to combine.

Putting the Langhao Pen on the pen holder, Ji Yuan stretched his muscles and bones, and sat on the edge to concentrate and meditate.

. . .

Although people come to offer incense to Jiyuan Temple from time to time, it is actually quite quiet for Jiyuan. I stay here for three days. Except for the first day to help those small characters to write and brush ink, the next two days are more comfortable. , mostly to go out and stroll in Moyuan County.

As a world-famous place for ink production, since it is here, how could Ji Yuan take a good tour to understand the approximate manufacturing process of various fine inks, hear the history of ink production in Moyuan County, and various cultural characteristics.

During the period, I took several centimeters of land in Lilong Township and brought Jiyuan a box of high-quality ink, in addition to lacquer smoke ink, pine smoke ink, oil smoke ink and other major categories of fine products.

And on the third night, after the goddesses and temple workers of the Earth Temple had rested, there was a soft knock on the door of Ji Yuan's room.

"Dong, dong, dong..."

Ji Yuan was deducing the practice method of "The Wonderful Law of Heaven and Earth" in the way of writing with a pen. He heard the knock on the door and knew who was outside. He just said "come in" lightly. After that, he continued to be happy and continued to write.

Mr. Tudi held a much smaller box in one hand and pushed open the door with a wooden stick in the other. Seeing that Ji Yuan was writing, he moved a little lightly. After carefully closing the door, he slowly stepped forward and whispered. road.

"Hey, Mr. Ji, Xiao Shen found the best thing, and came to dedicate it to Mr.

These days, Duke Earth did find a lot of good ink, but he always felt bad in his heart, because the ink was not worth the money at all.

Today, I finally feel more at ease. Of course, this box of ink in his hand is still not comparable to the value of legal money, but in his opinion, he is already the leader of the ink in the world, and its weight is somewhat heavier.

"Sir, please look!"

The land master walked to the table and opened the box as if offering a treasure.

Ji Yuan just made another wrong calculation, and the coherent and natural meaning of the magic method was confused, so he stopped writing, turned his head and looked down at the box of Duke Tudi, and saw that there were more than a dozen pieces lying in it like layers. Ink ingots with golden thread patterns stacked up.

"This is?"

"Hey hey, sir, I don't know something. This is an extremely rare golden fragrant ink. It is almost never circulated in the formal market. Even the rich and powerful are often hard to find, and they may not even have heard of it!"

"So this is Jin Xiangmo!"

The words of surprise came out of Ji Yuan's mouth. In the past two days, he visited Moyuan County and heard the name of Jin Xiangmo from a disabled and old ink maker.

It is said that this kind of ink is extremely difficult to manufacture and the process is extremely cumbersome. It is almost like a swordsman casting a high-quality sword. During the ink-making process, ink grease is embedded and pressed and accumulated layer by layer, forming a circle of golden lines as thin as cicada wings.

"Fragrant and deep ink pulp, black fat like paste, melted juice and sticky pen, falling paper and congealing shape!"

Hearing Ji Yuan talk about these ways, the land master is even more happy. The more Mr. Ji knows about the goods, the better.

"As expected of Mr. Ji, he understands it thoroughly! Yes, this is Jin Xiangmo. It can be said that it is a system of ingenuity. Do you like it?"

"I like it, of course I like it. Thank you Lord Earth for finding this Jin Xiangmo for Ji, thank you very much!"

Ji Yuan handed over his thanks, these dozen golden fragrant ink ingots were very good, and he would write and ink those small characters for the ninth time in the future.

After getting so much ink, Ji Yuan didn't want to make an inch, so he directly informed the land that the ink was enough, and he didn't need to look for it any more, and also informed himself that he was about to leave.

This made the land man relieved, but also somewhat disappointed.

This person is definitely a great supernatural power and immortal cultivator. If he can live in the earth temple, he may have a great chance, but this kind of thing cannot be forced, but this encounter is already a fate.

When the land master left, Ji Yuan took out all the ink in his hand and put it on the table, together with Jin Xiangmo, a total of four boxes and one box.

These top-quality inks are all devoted to the efforts of each senior ink maker. The birth of each piece of high-quality ink is time-consuming, labor-intensive and labor-intensive, especially Jinxiang ink. It can be said that each piece of ink is unique. , in the same batch of source ink dominance.

With boxes of ink of this quality in front of me, even if it is a matter of fate, there is a feeling of 'I think someone is very rich now'.

The next day, Ji Yuan got up early, and after saying goodbye to the temple, he walked towards the north.

Looking at Ji Yuan's distant back, Miao Zhu didn't feel relieved. To be honest, he was nervous at first, and received him cautiously, but this Mr. Ji is like the warm sunshine in winter, funny, humorous, erudite and knowledgeable. , getting along with it naturally becomes comfortable, and there is nothing to suppress.

Although it was only three days, but now that Mr. Ji is gone, the temple congratulations and even the two temple workers are a little reluctant to give up. They just told Ji Fate that if they pass by again in the future, they hope to stay in the temple again.

At the time of the lunch break at noon that day, Miaozhu was entrusted by the land master again, and was praised severely by the land master.

As for Jiyuan, this time, of course, I went in the direction of Daliang Temple~www.NovelMTL.com~ I didn't have to meet monk Huitong this time, but after listening to interesting stories at the dinner table before, Jiyuan wanted to go. See if this monk is still so embarrassed.

To a certain extent, in the case of innocuousness, Ji Yuan is also a bit of a bad taste. Anyway, there are still a few years before the Xianyou Conference, so it is not too late to go to Daliang Temple first and then to Yuhuai Mountain.

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Even though Ji Yuan did not deliberately use the flying technique to rush the way, but only wandered Tingliang with the intention of wandering the dragon, without staying in the premise, after half a month, he also arrived at the Tongqiu Mansion in the northern border of the Tingliang Kingdom, which is where the Daliang Temple is located. boundary.

As Liu Yuanwai said, Tingliang State is much better than Zuyue State, but it is really not as good as Dazhen. Many places along the way are not rich. Although the people can eat and clothe themselves, they have almost no savings. If there is some natural or man-made accident, it is difficult to get strong assistance in this social environment.

However, Tongqiu Mansion is naturally a prosperous place because it is next to the capital of the Tingliang Kingdom. When visiting several nearby houses, Ji Yuan saw more smiles on the faces of the people.

At the end of September, outside Daliang Temple, Ji Yuan was walking with other pilgrims on the road to Daliang Temple.

The ground here is paved with bluestone, so wide that four carriages can run side by side. In addition to pedestrians, carriages and horses, there are people pushing trolleys, carrying incense candles and other things, and some people carrying candied gourd wooden targets while walking and selling, a pair of hot A lively scene.

The whispers of the pilgrims were all in Ji Yuan's ears, and after a while, he heard several voices discussing Master Huitong, and the clear and pleasant voice should have come from a young woman.

"When... when... when..."

The bells of Daliang Temple came from afar, and a magnificent Buddhist temple had been vaguely revealed in front of them.