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Ji Yuan saw that Lin Jianzheng was staring at Jian Yi Tie without blinking, and there was a faint flow of magic in his eyes, so he knew that the other party must be using magic eyes, but he obviously didn't see anything, and the expression on his face showed this. A little bit clearly.

"Mr. Ji, this, the words on this booklet..."

Ji Yuan held a sleeve in his left hand and dipped a pen in his right hand with ink, and then explained it calmly while writing carefully stroke by stroke on the sword intent post with wolf hair.

"There are so many spirits and monsters in the world. These small words are just one of the ordinary little spirits of the living beings. You don't need to pay too much attention to it, Fellow Daoist Lin."

Practitioners with a bit of common sense know that there are many spirits in the world, but Lin Jian, who has become a master of calligraphy and painting, has heard and even seen a lot of them, but this is the first time he heard that he can become a master of calligraphy, and it is a calligraphy on a copybook. Each of them has become fine, and they can still bicker!

After Mr. Ji said this, Lin Jian didn't like to make a fuss, but he couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart, and Mr. Ji had a good temper, so he couldn't help asking one more question.

"Mr. Ji is right. It's a gaffe, but I've never heard of a single word that turns into an essence. Are they really independent individuals?"

As soon as Lin Jian said this, he found that except for the one written by Ji Yuan, the other small characters on the copybook were all propped up by half. When the word before the edge of the pen moved to the next word, all of them were "lying flat" on the copybook, and the sense of gaze disappeared, and the copybook seemed to be still ordinary.

"Hehe, that's right, so sometimes it's very lively."

Ji Yuan said that the first "moistening ink" has been completed, and a piece of golden fragrant ink has been exhausted, and every small character has been taken care of, and all the ink has been brushed again, but this will at most make the small characters "eaten". , not really for the small print.

When the first ink stick was used up, Ji Yuan took out a few more and started to grind ink again. Under the influence of mana, the ink on the inkstone increased very slowly, but one ink stick would be consumed at a very fast speed.

Lin Jian, who was beside him, never left. Since Mr. Ji didn't chase anyone away, he had the cheek to stay here for the time being.

Ji Yuan caught a glimpse of Lin Jian out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't say anything, and it wasn't a shameful thing, and said softly to Jian Yi's post.

"Everything is ready."

As soon as the words were finished, Ji Yuan dipped in the ink again, and after concentrating for a while, he put the pen down on the paper and concentrated on brushing the ink.

At the same time, Lin Jian felt that the small characters on the copybooks on the desk had created a strange atmosphere. They were no longer ordinary and hard to find, but they all showed their spirituality. This felt very miraculous. More than a hundred little monks all meditated cross-legged and realized the world.

This time, after Ji Yuan has written, every small character will be faintly shimmering, and each stroke is no longer a simple smear, but extremely rich in charm.

It took more than an hour to write a piece of writing, and most of the time was spent on researching the ink, and on this signature, the small characters were all bright and gleaming, making the whole copybook shrouded in a layer of long-lasting ink. in the dim light.

'These words are practicing! ’

This is a natural thought in Lin Jian's mind, and it is not difficult to deduce that these small words are the righteous Dharma taught by Ji Yuan.

Of course, in fact, what Ji Yuan did was not teaching the righteous Dharma at all. It was just based on his own understanding of the spirit of these characters, to show them the Dao in the words.

However, since he thought that these small words were practicing, Lin Jian consciously thought that he was not suitable to stand here. This was equivalent to the presence of an outsider when the master taught the disciples skills, which was inappropriate.

So Lin Jian saluted and whispered.

"Mr. Ji, then you can retire first. After you finish your meal, you can send the tableware and items to outside Yunxia Garden."

"Okay, Ji will not send it."

Watching Lin Jian leave, Ji Yuan also put down the pen, and has finished writing the ink for the small characters, it's time to eat. The dishes on the table table tray are very delicate, there are hot dishes that are still steaming, there are cold dishes hanging with thin ice beads, and there is even a pot of wine.

"The appearance is good, but the quantity is too small..."

Ji Yuan shook his head with a smile, and he rarely complained. He knew that many immortals eat food, just to taste and enjoy the feeling, but Ji someone still likes the satisfaction of being full, in such a big tray There are eight dishes, how many chopsticks can one dish hold?

Of course, Jiufeng Mountain is definitely not stingy. Although the amount of dishes is small, everything is exquisite and extraordinary, and it contains more essence, which is not comparable to ordinary food with a little spiritual energy.

Jiufeng Mountain is so hospitable, in addition to showing the demeanor of the organizer of the Xianyou Conference, and the idea of ​​making good plans, more importantly, Jiufeng Mountain has also benefited from it. This benefit is today's Xianlai Peak.

The treasures refined by the five masters are no trivial matter. At the moment when the treasure is made, all the gas phases in the process of refining the treasures are still left in the Xianlai Peak, which derives the phases of yin and yang and the five elements. This is a rare treasure for Xianmen. .

Under such circumstances, the masters of Jiufeng Mountain were elated, and it was appropriate to entertain them with good wine and good food. Anyway, Xianlaifeng would not run away, so it was a once-in-a-lifetime to leave a treasured place for enlightenment for the mountain gate. This is not only understood by the people in Jiufeng Mountain, but also by the many immortals who have left the meeting.

Ji Yuan poured a glass of wine for himself first, took a sip and tasted it, and felt that the wine had a mellow taste, not the kind of thing that highlights the aura and vitality, but a real fairy brew, with a smile on his face, and then I took a bite of the side dish and tasted it, and I felt that the taste was very good, although it was a lot worse than the taste of his own cooking.

Glancing at Jian Yi Tie, all the small characters focused on cultivation, Ji Yuan murmured while tasting wine and food.

"You little guys are also somewhat capable. This time, I will help the eldest master to cover up the secrets of the book!"

Brushing ink for small characters is not only to help the practice of small characters, but also to make plans for one's own practice, and to confirm the way of writing and writing from the spirit of natural characters.

And the word spirit is the way of the word. When I wrote the "Wonderful Law of Heaven and Earth", the small characters were still far behind. Now when I am preparing to write the new heavenly book, these small characters can also help me a lot.

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Although Jiufeng Dongtian is inextricably linked with the outside world, in the final analysis, Dongtian is almost a world of its own, and even has its own rules. Here, when necessary in Jiufeng Mountain, make up your mind It can even exercise some of the right of heaven, which is the real pinnacle of the fairy world.

The immortal mansion is hidden in the "cave", which is quiet and stable, and can choose a wide space to cultivate spiritual flowers and plants, which is also very beneficial for comprehension. That's it.

On the Jiufeng Mountain where Jiufeng Mountain is located, the time is connected with the outside world, so Jiyuan and others spend a day on Jiufeng Mountain, which is equivalent to a day in the outside world.

But in the real cave world under Jiufeng, the passage of time is different from the outside world, basically a multiple of ten days, which means that one day has passed on Jiufeng Mountain, and ten days have passed in Jiufeng Cave.

Therefore, when Jiyuan and others made a bundle of immortal ropes, and went back and forth to Pozi Mountain, when Jiyuan began to write the method, in the Jiufeng Cave under Jiufeng Mountain, three times had actually passed. many months.

In the mist-shrouded mountains, there are a few people who are struggling to travel through the mountains. They started trekking three months ago, and they have traveled through the mountains for a month and a half. They have gone through hardships and obstacles. Extreme~www.NovelMTL.com~ Several people in the team are young people, or teenagers, and even short children. They are walking among the rocks in a moss-covered mountain. Despite being careful and exhausted, someone slipped.

"Ouch..." "Bang..."

The slipped boy's arms and feet were scratched and blood oozing out.

"Wuwuwu...Why are we here, why are we here, I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving!"

"No, no way..."

"I can't either, I'm not leaving, I don't want to look for..."

Walking in the forefront was a young man with a bundle of hemp ropes on his back. He was also panting. He felt that the bundles of hemp ropes were like sections of pig iron, which made him breathless.

"pat..."

The hemp rope was thrown to the ground, and the young man in front sat on it with his **** on it, and also secretly wiped his tears. Many people have cried in these days, and now it is only one of them, and it is also the most tragic one.

"Aze, let's go back, shall we go back?"

"I want to go back too, I want to go home!"

The young man sitting on the hemp rope covered his face with his hands, tears oozing from the crevices of his hands. Hearing his companion's constant pleas, he just kept silent.

"No, no home... We will have no home when we go back..."

"Then, we don't have to go into such a deep mountain, we... we can just hide outside for a while..."

The young man wiped away tears, stood up and shook his head, turning his head to look into the distance shrouded in clouds and mist.

"No! We have to go inside, to Qingtian Mountain, we have to find Qingtian Xianshan. My grandfather said that at the easternmost side of Qingtian Mountains, there is a peak that penetrates the sky. There is the heavenly realm. Seek, woohoo, Finding immortals will bring my parents and my grandfather alive!"

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