Alternative God Level Appreciation Master

The pavilions along the back of the mountain are where the disciples live. Tang Shi was assigned to the hut under the big banyan tree next to Moxi River. The disciple who led him laughed and said, "Don't look down on this hut. Moxi is the essence of our Ximo Pavilion, and the ink used to make scrolls comes from water. But any place next to Moxi is good."

Tang Shi also looked at it along the way, and the place where others lived seemed to be some kind of thatched hut, bamboo forest jingshe, and occasionally a few carved buildings, but there seemed to be no difference.

Now give Tang shi a stone, and he can lie down and sleep.

Dang Tang Shi responded, and said, "Thank you, brother, is there anything you need to pay attention to after entering the door?"

"You have just entered the door, and it is estimated that you need to learn the knowledge of scrolls with many junior disciples. Tomorrow morning, you only need to follow the Moxi River. Have you seen the hall not far away? Tomorrow you go to the class, in fact, it is just the beginning The class should be taught by Elder Zhou Mowen, after the first class, someone will introduce the situation to you, I believe everyone will be very enthusiastic about you."

The buddy patted Tang Shi on the shoulder haha, and left with a smile.

Tang Shi stood under the huge banyan tree and looked up. The stars and the moon were in the sky, but the canopy-like canopy of the banyan tree covered everything, making everything quiet.

Banyan trees have been said to form a forest from a single tree since ancient times, and this tall old banyan tree already has the effect of shading the sky and the moon.

That thatched hut was just under the big banyan tree. Tang Shi walked over and pushed the door open, only to find that the door under his palm was made of bamboo. The indescribable meaning of literati and elegance.

Although I don't know what the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove look like, but now Tang Shi has such a strange sense of arty--in fact, it can be said to be really elegant.

There was a bed inside, a small square table by the window, and two teacups upside down. They were clean. They should have been cleaned before Tang Shi lived in.

This night, it was rare that he didn't practice. Tang Shi was extremely calm, and he didn't fall asleep in bed. He didn't close his eyes until it was almost dawn, and then he heard the sound of a bell ringing outside.

He got up, opened the window, and saw in the distance, on the other side of the mountain, on the tall bell and drum tower, someone was standing there, hitting a copper bell with a thick piece of wood, and immediately heard the sound waves rolling, and the entire Zhaoyao Mountain All shrouded in a clear and vigorous bell.

Thus, Tang Shi's days in Ximo Pavilion began like this.

He followed the ink stream all the way down, the stream is black, and there is this scent of ink, I don't know how it was formed, there are too many magical places in this swaggering mountain.

Many people greeted Tang shi along the way, but they recognized Tang shi, but Tang shi didn't know them, so he could only smile awkwardly and call "senior brother and sister".

The place where the class is held is indeed a large hall, which looks similar to the Tangmo Hall that was seen in the scroll pictures in the Tang Dynasty.

However, when he stood below, he saw the "Pomo Temple" hanging on the plaque, which was really beautiful, full of momentum and artistic conception.

Just entered the main hall, turned around a screen, entered inside, and saw many separated places, the people around him explained: "Because everyone's ability to make scrolls is different, so the level of teaching is different. We There is one head and two elders in Ximo Pavilion, but most of the time they are said to be the three elders. Before the last head went to the Great Wilderness, the current head is still an elder. There are only five inner disciples, and the outer disciples But there are nearly a thousand."

Nearly a thousand - this number scared Tang shi a little.

This lean man is also an outer disciple, but it can be seen from his words that he is quite satisfied with Ximo Pavilion.He saw Tang Shi's doubts, and shook his fingers to sell the mystery: "We who make scrolls are actually no different from alchemists and craftsmen. Scrolls are also graded-in fact, our business should be called , Master Mo."

"Originally we weren't called Moshishi, but Ximo Pavilion's influence is getting bigger and bigger, so no one can remember the old rustic name in this industry. It turns out that we are called——Scroller."

A person walked up from behind, and he turned out to be dressed in white.

Tang Shi was stunned for a moment, and greeted the thin man beside him, "Hello, senior brother."

Du Shuangtian nodded, glanced at Tang Shi, and said with a smile, "I just tried a pen last night, and I'm here for class today. I'm afraid I didn't even choose a good pen, but there's still time to go after class."

Tang Shi must be talking about this, he nodded and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother, for your reminder."

"Yo yo yo, coming here early in the morning to flirt with my junior brother, I really don't have old hearts." Bai Yu came up from behind, unsteadily, and the jagged figure of strange rocks on the white robe also accentuated him This man's weird.This person is full of frivolity and frivolity, indescribably free and easy.

Tang shi didn't know him, so he only heard the person next to him shout "Hello, third senior brother", and Tang shi followed suit.

That Bai Yu walked up to Tang Shi, pointed to his nose, and said with a smile: "Junior Junior Brother, my name is Tang Shi, and I am the only Golden Core Stage disciple among the inner sect disciples. Actually, according to the rules, I am the Senior Senior Brother." , you call to listen?"

Suddenly, a delicate palm came from behind and knocked Bai Yu's handsome face away, and then a delicate woman snorted: "Idiots who are not big or small, you are the only big brother? If you When I become a big brother, don't I want to call you a senior brother? You boy, you are so courageous."

Poor Bai Yu immediately hugged his head and wailed: "Damn woman, wait for me, if you change your gender someday, I will definitely beat you up!"

With a "snap", starting from that delicate woman, Bai Yu immediately attracted everyone's siege.

So, as their new junior junior, Tang shi stood by and witnessed the beating almost expressionlessly.

No, the back has turned into a brawl in the entire inner sect.

After the third senior brother Bai Yu uttered those two sentences, he was pressed up and beaten by the second senior sister, his handsome face was swollen, and the second senior sister swung her fists and scolded: "Damn child, you can't teach me all the time!" , hit him!"

Looking at the inner disciples in white robes who came up silently to fish in troubled waters, Tang Shi suddenly felt that something in his heart was broken just like that.

After Du Shuangtian went to touch the muddy water, he patted Tang Shi's shoulder: "Go to class early, the relationship between brothers and sisters is like this, don't be too surprised."

They all seemed to regard Tang shi as the kind of naive and ignorant little white flower who had just stepped into the world of cultivation. They didn't consider Tang shi's cultivation at the early stage of foundation establishment, let alone what Tang shi had experienced before.

The ten years before Tang shi had been quite boring, but the few weeks before that was probably something that many people would never achieve in their entire lives.

Perhaps no one would have thought that someone who already had several senior monks' lives would come to wash Moge, right?

It may also be... know, but ignore it deliberately, or don't care about this kind of thing at all.

Tang Shi saluted Du Shuangtian, and then followed the crowd. After all, he still had to go to class. Watching these people fighting each other was just amused. Tang Shi was very envious of their status as inner disciples, but he always had a Such a firm idea - sooner or later he will be able to become an inner disciple.

In this ink washing pavilion, there seems to be no gap between the inner and outer doors.

They entered a large room, surrounded by many scrolls, but it can be seen that the brushwork is not very good, not as good as the ones seen in Tangmo Temple in Tang Dynasty.

Now he finds that he keeps the word realm on his lips all the time.

"Come and sit down, this is a newly opened seat, you are a junior, please sit in the middle." The skinny man suddenly shouted to the people around him, "The junior has started to teach in our class today, Don't bully people!"

"Yo, hello little brother."

"Oh, look closer, I find that the younger brother looks even more handsome!"

"Little Junior Brother..."

Everyone was so enthusiastic that Tang shi couldn't bear it.

After finally waiting for the small bell to ring, Tang Shi sat down in front of a lacquer table in front of him. It was a very simple rectangular lacquer table, each about four feet long and one foot five wide. On it was a roll of pale yellow paper with a hint of dark blue, which was wrapped like a scroll and placed on the right hand side.

There is a black inkstone in the front that looks ordinary, with a writing brush hanging beside it, a white jade paperweight on the left, and a brush wash in front. In short, the four treasures of the study are complete. It doesn’t look like a cultivation school at all. It is... a place where poems are recited and paintings made.

After looking at the situation on his side, Tang Shi raised his eyes to look at the people next to him. It was like this on every lacquer table.

The thin man did not far from Tang Shi, and explained: "Everyone will be divided into several classes because of their different learning progress. This is the elementary class. When you reach the next level, you can enter the more advanced class. But no matter what Whether it’s an elder or an inner sect’s brothers and sisters, they all went out from here.”

Tang Shi understood, the school-style science education is very good.

He is still at kindergarten level.

After the small bell in the whole hall rang, Elder Zhou Mowen who painted tigers that Tang Shi saw that day came up, wearing the robe with the tiger picture on the back that he wore that day.

After he stood still, his first sentence was: "Today I still only talk about the most basic lectures. If you didn't listen well a few days ago, you can listen to it again. Those who have passed the fourth-level test will organize a test tomorrow. Send it to the class of the next level."

Everyone didn't speak, but they all heard.

Tang shi heard the point - the fourth floor?

Then, will recruits like Tang Shi have to be tested by then?

He wanted to ask, but seeing that Zhou Mowen was about to start giving a lecture, he stopped talking and listened seriously.

"A scroll is a collection of the strengths of various schools, from talismans to arrays, from calligraphy to paintings, from surface to artistic conception, all of which are inseparable. Therefore, practicing this way must be difficult and difficult, and it may not be possible to achieve success. Your strength to be invincible all over the world - of course, there are not no ones with high attack power. The head of Xinmo and Daoist Qiuxian who have already gone to Dahuang Pavilion are one of them. Now among the inner sect, your Du Senior Brother and Senior Brother Bai are also one of them."

Isn't the attack power high?

Tang Shi didn't think so, because things like Chong Er Bao Jian sounded like things with low attack power, but when they were really used well, they had unexpected effects.

He didn't refute, just listened quietly.

Zhou Mowen obviously has a deep research on the scrolls, and he has already cultivated in the late stage of Jindan, so he can look at the entire scrolls from a higher perspective.

"It's just, why did such an unorthodox 'scroll' become a kind of way? And it also derived a profession like 'ink master'? That's because, any way, as long as you choose it, and firmly go to it Go down, and you will be able to find that any path to the extreme is a great way."

Just like the "Treasure of Chong Er Bao Jian" in the Tang Dynasty, to put it bluntly, it is just "to enter the Tao with poetry". Compared with other things such as the sword to enter the Tao, it can be said to be quite unpopular. , I am afraid that the entire Lingshu Continent cannot find a more partial one.It's just that he has never once doubted whether he can lead to the avenue.

Everything in the world has the same very simple truth when you really look at it openly. That is the real way.

When he chose this path, Tang Shi never regretted it.

Later, Zhou Mowen started to talk about some very simple things. The first part is a summary, and the latter part is the real practical operation.

"Our Zhaoyao Mountain is very famous for a few things." Zhou Mowen looked at the crowd, stroked his beard, and said with a bit of complacency in his tone, "The first one is called Zhuyu Grass. This grass looks like Chives and green flowers, the name is Zhuyu, and you will not be hungry if you eat it."

With a movement of his hand, he highlighted the blue grass in his hand, and motioned for everyone to look, "This thing is all over the mountain, but all the spiritual grasses are graded, and I wish Yu Yu according to the year of growth and the leaves. They are divided into nine classes, which are similar to spirit weapons and spirit herbs."

"Zhu Yu, it is the raw material for the yellow paper scroll on your lacquer table. We pound the grass into foam, and finally turn them into the base paper for our paintings according to the papermaking method. The paper we make the scroll, Generally, it becomes Zhuyu paper."

Zhou Mowen unfolded the roll of paper on his lacquer case, pointed to the lines on it, and said, "It's just that Zhu Yu is a spiritual herb, and it's very difficult to draw on non-ink-absorbing paper with a soft pen, so that's why I wrote it." There are all kinds of special brushwork and the way of brushwork that we use. You will learn them one by one in the future, so I won’t go into details here. It’s not that there are no other spiritual herbs that can be made into scroll paper. As long as you can find materials, you can try , but we generally use Zhuyu Paper in Ximo Pavilion.”

"Different grades of spiritual grass can be used to make different grades of scroll paper, like the ones in my hand - the dark red one on the left is thousand maple paper made from the leaves of a third-grade thousand maple tree, and the scroll paper in the middle is The scroll is Araki paper made from Araki branches of the second grade, and on the right is the Zhuyu flower paper made of the flowers that bloomed from Zhuyu of the fourth grade, but this roll of paper is already the fifth grade with the highest level in our Ximo Pavilion paper."

Fifth grade?Isn't it made by Zhu Yuhua of the fourth grade?Why did it become a fifth grade again?

Tang shi's doubts, some people can answer, and some people are as confused as Tang shi.

So Zhou Mowen explained: "Some spiritual grasses or branches, leaves, flowers, and fruits of spiritual plants can be made with different grades even if the production techniques are the same, not to mention the skills of the producers. The difference. Generally, the scrolls sold outside are the second-rank and third-rank Zhuyu paper, and the fifth-rank, I want to think of you as the current cultivation bases to see the tribulation period."

It vividly explained what the fifth rank is. Tang Dynasty is just a foundation building stage, and even the Jindan stage has to be looked up to, not to mention the tribulation stage that can make mountains and rivers collapse with just a raise of your hand...

Zhou Mowen introduced a lot of things, and Tang Shi memorized them one by one in his heart. The principles of the things that followed were similar to Tang Shi's imagination.

In addition to the Zhuyu grass in Zhaoyao Mountain, Mizhu wood is also useful, because most of the scrolls have a deceptive illusion effect, and the effect of Migna is to "wear it without getting lost", not to get lost and not to be lost. Therefore, as long as the holder of the scroll imprints his own spiritual mark on the scroll, he can avoid being attacked or confused by his own scroll.

There are scroll paper and scrolls on both sides, as well as ink pens and ink needed for painting.

The pens are also made of wood with special materials, some are made of wood, and some are made of feathers. It all depends on personal preference, and different scrolls may require brushes with different attributes, so basically Everyone owns more than one pen, and the choice of pen is completely personal freedom.

But here comes the main event, ink.

Before entering the door, Tang Shi knew that there was an ink stream. At first he thought it was the source of the ink for painting, but he didn't expect that it was just the ink stream that most of the disciples used to practice their brushes.

The ink needed to actually make the scroll comes from seven pearls.

As the name suggests, each flower of the plant can produce seven fruits, and the seven fruits form a series, each with a different color—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple.At the beginning, everyone just regarded this thing as beautiful, but later found that after crushing these fruits, after processing them with special techniques, they can penetrate into the scroll paper of various materials well, which is an excellent painting skill. ink.

But Zhou Mowen also said that everything is uncertain.

Scroll paper can be made of many kinds of materials, and the Seven Pearl Fruit is the same. There can be different substitutes. A real high-level ink master, even with only a broken brush and a piece of rotten paper, can produce inks of a level beyond ordinary people's imagination. The scroll comes.

To put it simply, this is a profession that can be played freely. If you don't want to follow the old ways, you can explore more suitable materials by yourself.

After talking about these basic things, Zhou Mowen asked everyone to try the feeling of painting on Zhuyu paper.

Tang Shi also followed the crowd and reached out for a pen. The barrel of this pen seemed to be made of jade, but the bristles on the tip of the pen were the hairs of Chinchilla, which looked a bit soft, but just where his fingers touched, The moment he touched the shiny pen barrel, the pattern on the palm of his right hand, which had been silent for too long, finally began to heat up.

Tang shi was startled, but because there were so many people here, seeing that the people around them were concentrating on painting, Tang shi couldn't hold back, and turned his palm over gently, and saw that the entire pattern of Fengyue magic brush had been painted. It became an inconspicuous silver-gray.

If this thing has the same effect as "Conger Treasure Book", he dare not try it here, so he can only wait until he goes back.

Tang Shi's heart was itching tightly, but he could only hide it. He calmed down after reciting the meditation mantra several times. The spiritual power in his palm poured into his fingertips, and then penetrated into his pen.Only at this time did he realize that along the brush, there was a small formation that could automatically transfer Tang shi's spiritual power to the tip of the brush.

He spread out some Zhu Yu paper, dipped it in the ink in the inkstone, and then lightly wrote a stroke. At the same time, he felt that the spiritual power contained in Zhu Yu paper itself and the spiritual power of the pen tip were intertwined. The vertical stroke that was originally drawn straight down was immediately distorted due to the confusion of spiritual power.

This situation...is strikingly similar to the situation of the pen test on the inkstone wall.

With a flash of inspiration in Tang Shi, he pushed away the lines of spiritual power around Zhu Yuzhi, and fixed his own ink marks with the spiritual power injected into his hands, only then did he straighten up.

It is already so difficult to leave such a stroke on the wishing paper, let alone painting?

A small scroll has its own big world.

Tang Shi sighed for a moment, but he no longer paid attention to the pattern on the palm of his right hand, and began to practice writing and drawing at his desk.

Zhou Mowen walked around the hall, and before he knew it, he had already arrived in front of Tang Shi. Suddenly, he felt that there seemed to be a faint silver light flashing in his hand, and it disappeared when he looked again. Tang Shi was still concentrating on Try the pen on Zhuyu paper.

He looked down and saw the mark Tang Shi had left on the piece of wishing paper, and nodded in satisfaction. He was indeed talented, but he didn't know how far he could go...

Tang Shi, who didn't know that Zhou Mowen had stayed by his side for a while, naturally wouldn't stop his painting because of Zhou Mowen's stay. He continued, and before he knew it, it was time to dismiss the class.

"I will stop here today, and I will continue to teach tomorrow, but those who have passed the fourth floor will stay tomorrow afternoon, don't forget."

"Yes, Elder Zhou."

So everyone packed up all the things in their hands, washed and hung up their pens, cut off the used wishing paper and took it away with them.

As soon as Tang shi walked outside the door, he saw someone standing outside the door, which looked very familiar to him.

"Yo, the little junior brother has come out."

Song Qixin stood leaning against the door, raised his eyebrows and looked at Tang Shi, "The head of the door ordered me to take you to get some necessary supplies for cultivation in the door, come with me."

This second senior sister speaks very sharply, and her eyes are full of clean and open-mindedness. Looking at the red plums stained with ink on her body, one can tell that she has a good character.

Tang Shi sincerely thanked him: "Thank you, Second Senior Sister."

Under everyone's attention, Tang Shi followed Song Qixin all the way out of the Pomo Hall, then walked up the mountain.

Song Qixin didn't mind at all that he was a newcomer, instead he chatted in a very interested tone: "I'm just a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation base, and I didn't join the Bailian Hall because of my aptitude. I turned to Ximo Pavilion. I didn’t expect it to be very suitable for this one. Seeing that you are young, you already have the cultivation base of the early stage of foundation establishment. Even Bailiantang or Yangmingmen may not want you. How did you come here? Have you washed the ink pavilion?"

"I just came here because I admired the ink washing pool meeting in Ximo Pavilion, but I didn't expect that I would suddenly have the idea of ​​joining..."

That feeling came out of the blue, but Tang shi can assure you that it is sincere.

Song Qixin is actually a woman with a frosty face, but she is very straightforward when talking, but it is easy to get close to her.

After hearing Tang Shi's words, she laughed out loud: "So you are destined, but you may have chosen the right one for choosing Ximo Pavilion. I think you are very talented... and the leader is also very talented. Keep an eye on you. In front of this is the Zangmo Building. After a while, you go in and get the first three floors of the "Thirteen Volumes of Printing" in Ximo Pavilion, and then go to the second floor to get some seeds of Zhu Yucao and two pens. You can also have two volumes of Zhuyu paper, and you can practice by yourself later."

Wait, Tang Shi can understand receiving all kinds of tools, but why...

Can you even get the seeds of Zhu Yucao?

Tang Shi frowned and wanted to ask, but Song Qixin had already seen his thoughts. She said: "No matter how many Zhuyu grasses there are in Zhaoyao Mountain, they can't withstand thousands of years of picking. If we don't plant them, the mountain will be bald in at least two years." Well, we can’t cultivate, so we will kill the people who come later, right? So every disciple who enters the door can receive two packs of Zhuyucao seeds. This thing can grow into two in a month in places with abundant spiritual energy For the time being, it can be used by newcomers, and if you are lucky, you can grow a third-rank. When it grows out, you can save your own seeds, and the third-rank seeds will be available when you are in the golden core stage."

This truth is somewhat thought-provoking.

Tang Shi nodded to show that he knew, then he raised his head and looked at the rare and magnificent palace in front of him, which had seven floors. After he entered, he saw a person in charge, who recognized him, Then he shouted: "Is it the little junior who entered the door yesterday? Everything is prepared for you, and I registered a name myself. By the way, you are in the early stage of foundation establishment right now? Let me record it for you."

The enthusiasm was completely unexpected. In Tang Shi's impression, these people should all look like philistines, but this senior brother in front of him was quite kind.

Tang Shi smiled, with a bit of unspeakable shyness like a big boy: "Thank you, brother, for your trouble."

The person in charge said: "My name is Zhang Yuan. I will meet you many times in the future. You have just entered the door and you still have a lot of things to do. Go early."

He picked up the pen and wrote something in the notebook like flying and dancing, probably to help Tang Shi register.

Tang Shi received a small storage bag with a crossed pattern of scrolls and brushes in the lower right corner, which should be the logo of Ximo Pavilion.

For some reason, the moment he saw this sign, his strange emotion came up again.

Song Qixin waited outside, and stuffed a pen for him, "Our Ximo Pavilion is different from other sects. We are a family. You broke the record of that little bastard Bai Yu. Senior sister is optimistic about you, and we will get married as soon as possible." Dan, continue to break his record, we are all optimistic about you, the senior brother is optimistic about you, the fourth and fifth junior brothers are also optimistic about you, don't let that kid Bai Yu be proud of you for too long."

There are five people in the inner sect, unexpectedly...

Does this mean that he encountered a situation full of funny people on the street?

Holding the pen that was obviously of higher grade than the two pens he was assigned, Tang Shi was a little embarrassed, "Senior Sister, this—"

"Don't refuse, when you enter the inner sect in the future, remember to still be favored by the senior sister." Song Qixin had the expression of abducting a child, but it was because her face was frosty and paralyzed, and it was a bit strange to show this expression now. The rigidity and sluggishness make people laugh.

After she finished saying this, a hand stretched out and picked up Song Qixin's collar, dragging her away.

"Brother, what are you doing? Put me down quickly! I haven't finished talking to my junior brother yet!"

Du Shuangtian is undoubtedly a very calm person, but after hearing Song Qixin's words, he finally couldn't help but said in a cold voice: "The head wants me to lead the younger brother to do the things after getting started, why are you here to join in the fun? "

Song Qixin became wilted immediately, and she almost fell to the ground without speaking.

Du Shuangtian grabbed her by the collar and dragged her away. Before leaving, he said to Tang Shi, "Your second senior sister is just like that, don't bother with her."

Tang Shi: "..."

Eldest brother, senior sister is being dragged to the ground by you, it seems to be very hard...

Song Qixin put his hands on the ground and shouted viciously: "Du Shuangtian, I have decided to support the third junior brother as a senior senior brother! You are too violent! Protest!"

However, no one paid any attention to her. Tang Shi stood where he was, petrified for a long time before returning to normal.

He couldn't hold back, and suddenly laughed out loud. Seeing that the two people in front had disappeared, he walked slowly along the Moxi River to the iconic big banyan tree.

His thatched cottage is a little close to a small cliff, and when he walks over, he can see the ink stream turning into a small black waterfall falling down, and the ink washing pool at the foot of the mountain in the distance, under the reflection of the setting sun, is a little bit red. The light, like a piece of glossy black jade, has ripples when the breeze blows by.

The entire Mt. Zhaoyao, majestic and majestic, is under the twilight fog, half in the bright shadow of the setting sun, and half in the hazy and quiet shadow.

"The good fortune bell is beautiful, the yin and yang are cut and the dawn" must be such a feeling, right?

The blurred and clear boundary between yin and yang, the magnificence endowed by heaven and earth.

Tang Shi let out a long breath, stood on the cliff to watch the sunset, and then walked into his thatched cottage.

He lit up the oil lamp, and under the dim light, spread out his left and right palms. The "Cong Er Treasure Book" in his left hand was still the same, and Tang Shi didn't come to study it today, the focus was on his right hand Fengyue brush.

In fact, from the name, we know that these two patterns are related.

Chonger means the boundless wind and moon, and this brush is called "Fengyue Magic Brush". Tang Shi had expected that sooner or later he would know the secret of his right hand, but he didn't expect to wait until now.

Spiritual power was poured into the palm of his right hand, and it slowly turned around the pattern of the Fengyue magic brush, stimulating the recovery of the entire pattern. At this moment, Tang Shi felt as if something alive was writhing in his palm. There was another needle-like feeling, but he didn't stop paying attention to his spiritual power.

This painful process lasted for half an hour, and then he felt the tingling feeling disappear. He has been paying attention to the changes in his palm.

This pattern has been shining, and the color of the light is from dark gold to light silver to silver gray at the beginning. There is no pattern at all, but in the end, it turned into three types: dark gold, silver gray, and jet black. The light gradually alternates. When he finally stopped, the pattern of the Fengyue brush in Tang Shi's hand turned black.

However, like Chonger Baojian, there is still no manifestation or any illusion.

No matter how he researched it, Tang Shi was a little speechless. He could only wait for the secret to continue lurking, and maybe he would know it within two days.

He put the things he got today on the table, two pens he got from the Tibetan ink building, one made of jade and one made of wood.Another one was given by Senior Sister Song Qixin. Tang Shi weighed it, and it looked like it was made of black iron.

The grades of the two pens he received were marked on the pen tubes, they were second-grade wooden pens and second-grade jade pens, while the iron pens were third-grade.

Thinking of what the second senior sister said when she was dragged away by the senior brother, Tang Shi shook his head and smiled.

After the three pens, there are five low-grade spirit stones; two volumes of Zhuyu paper, one of first-grade and one of second-grade; two inkstones, one of first-grade and one of second-grade; and finally a black ring with The logo on the storage bag is also engraved with the words "37th generation disciple Tang Shi". It seems that this is a similar substitute for the identity token.

Tang Shi put on the ring, moved his finger on the index finger, and his spiritual power naturally paid attention, only to realize that at this moment, the black ring cast a light curtain, which turned out to be a protective shield.This thing is not only an identity token, but also a defensive magic weapon!

Tang Shi was stunned. He never thought that Ximo Pavilion was so rich and powerful. Defensive magic weapons are always more precious than offensive ones, and require more thought. Perhaps it secretly conforms to the theorem that it is easy to destroy and difficult to protect.But any defensive magic weapon can be sold at a higher price than the offensive magic weapon, and Shimen actually issued a defensive magic weapon directly?Even if it's just a first-grade magic weapon, it's still a lot of spirit stones...

After thinking about it carefully later, Tang Shi understood the reason, because the attack power of the ink masters in Ximo Pavilion was very weak, and most of their cultivation bases were related to scrolls, which could not be compared with the real sect of cultivation, so they had a defensive ability. The magic weapon is obviously the best choice.

Tang Shi took the ring, but didn't take it off. He just put it on his finger, and then looked at the last two packets of seeds.

One big bag is the starved seeds of Zhu Yucao, and the other small bag is the seven-bead fruit.

Seven pearl fruit is more precious, and there are not many seeds. In Tang Dynasty, the Zhuyu grass was of the second grade, but the seven pearl fruit seeds were of the first grade.

He thought for a while, took two packs of seeds, walked out of his thatched hut, and came to the hillside beyond the canopy of the big banyan tree, where there was a vacant spiritual field.

Standing here, Tang Shi thought of the vegetable garden and his past. He bent his lips and said nothing. He saw some weeds on the ground, so he bent down to remove the weeds. Looking at the soft The soil, and then the seeds were sprinkled into the ten-foot-long and wide spiritual field.

In places with abundant aura, the seeds of Zhu Yu Cao took root as soon as they fell to the ground, and took root firmly.

The black seeds are as small as black sesame seeds. Tang Shi only sprinkled out one-third of his bag, which already occupied two-thirds of the spiritual field, and the remaining one-third Second, it is reserved for Qizhuguo.

The seeds of seven pearl fruit are not as small as Zhuyu grass, but the pits the size of small pearls. Tang Shi counted them a little, and there are only 130 seeds in a small bag. According to my years of experience in the Tianhaishan vegetable garden Based on his experience in growing vegetables, Tang Shi decided to put a seed every three feet, because when he introduced it at Pomo Hall, Zhou Mowen said that the plants of the Seven Pearl Fruit would be relatively large.

According to his own calculations, 330 seeds can be planted in the remaining place, but he doesn't have so many in his hands. To be on the safe side, he simply spaced them out further and planted one of the 130 seeds in his hands. A hundred pieces were put down.

After everything was done, he habitually flipped over and used the little spirit-gathering hand to pull the surrounding spirit energy over, but Tang Shi never thought of——

With just one flip of his hand, he saw the white mist formed by more than ten feet of spiritual power falling into the spiritual field, quickly nourishing the Zhuyu grass and seven pearl fruit that had just taken root below.

After entering the foundation building stage, he hadn't used the little spirit-gathering hand yet, so he didn't expect it to have such a good effect now.

However - there is also a reason why Ximo Pavilion's aura is more abundant.

Zhu Yucao's growth period is one month, and Seven Pearl Fruit's growth period is three months. Tang Shi calculated that it would take a long time to grow, slower than the green vegetables in the vegetable garden.

Tang shi, who was worrying about the growth period, was about to turn around, and suddenly glanced at the palm of his left hand.

Tang shi stopped in his tracks, pursed his lips, and spread out his right palm. Everything was silent, and there was no one around.

The Chong Er Baojian suddenly appeared in Tang Shi's hands, and as Tang Shi spat out the words "Compassion Nong Er" between his lips, the page flipped and landed on the seventh poem.

He calmed down, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he felt that he was standing on the boundless field. The air was full of the earthy smell of spring plowing. The farmers worked hard and put the seeds and seedlings into the soil. The wrinkles that I carry seem to be stretched out because of the thought of the good harvest in autumn——

"One grain of millet planted in spring, ten thousand seeds harvested in autumn—"