Hearing Mei'er's words, Lin Xiaolu understood immediately.
The warrior and the Houtumen were getting pens and papers. Well, it was really an ordinary task. At first glance, it seemed like it didn’t require much thinking.
That afternoon, he led a group of warriors and began to fill the brushes in the box with awesome power one by one.
What is surprising is that although these brushes are small, they are very filling. Even if Lin Xiaolu grabs a brush and uses all his strength to release it, it will take a stick of incense to fill it up.
Not to mention other warriors, Sun Zhichong, who had the lowest martial arts cultivation in the field, took more than an hour to fill one tube! Looking at the box packed with hundreds of brushes, everyone began to understand the difficulty of this task.
In addition, Lin Xiaolu also discovered that among the busy people in the square, in addition to talisman masters, warriors, and monks from Houtu, there were also many other monks. After all, they were making various colors of ink, including black, red, and gold. , each different color of ink seems to require a specific monk to cast it.
Lin Xiaolu made a rough estimate and was shocked by the result.
This Tian Mending Talisman not only requires the full cooperation of nearly a thousand top Talisman masters from the three thousand continents, who use various unique methods to draw and carve it, but also requires the help of a large number of people.
Among them, there are no less than five hundred weapon refiners who refine pens, paper, paints and other magic weapons, plus those who come to help and search for materials for weapon refinement. Wow, what a large-scale mission.
In the afternoon of that day, the warriors non-stop consumed the awesome power in their bodies to replenish their spiritual pens with awesome power. As a result, it didn't take long for them to become extremely tired, and each one of them began to look pale and collapse.
Later, even Tang Yue couldn't bear it anymore, and he looked like he was being squeezed dry. Only Zhuge Dan managed to hold on until the night.
As for Lin Xiaolu, I don't know whether it's because his cultivation level is too high, or because he has extraterritorial blood in his body that can endlessly restore his body. He has always been like a normal person, lively, chatting and laughing.
"No, no, no, I'm going to eat something. If I don't eat, I'm going to starve to death."
At night, Zhuge Dan, who persisted until the end, finally couldn't hold on any longer. Her face turned pale, and her big golden eyes were full of exhaustion.
At this time, the other warriors who had been tired all afternoon had gone to eat and rest, leaving only Lin Xiaolu and her.
"Bah!" After throwing the filled brush into the box, Zhuge Dan stood up unsteadily, top-heavy, and his voice was soft and weak:
"Little deer, do you want something to eat? I'll bring it to you."
Sitting cross-legged, holding a brush in each hand, Lin Xiaolu, who was starting to feel sleepy, let out a long yawn, and then nodded sleepily:
"I'm very picky and only eat food cooked by Datang Military Camp and Hou San'er. Dandan, go and bring me a roast leg of lamb and ask them to add more cumin."
"Okay, I understand." Zhuge Dan responded, then turned over on the pig, patted the pig's butt skillfully, and then drove away.
As soon as Zhuge Dan left, Lin Xiaolu was the only one left in front of the lighting bonfire. In front of him was a pile of lighting bonfires, as well as the small benches where the others had been sitting and a box filled with brushes.
Looking at the bonfire, Lin Xiaolu, who was constantly releasing his awesome power, sighed, feeling that he was really bored.
"Hey!"
Just as he was sighing, someone suddenly tapped his shoulder from behind, startling him.
"Why don't you go get the paper, Gray Potato, why are you doing it to me?"
Behind him, Meier suddenly appeared in a long skirt and came to sit next to him in a weird way. She held her chin and smiled:
"I've been tired all afternoon, so Master asked me to take a rest. I was bored, so I came to play with you."
Hearing this, Lin Xiaolu curled his lips, then stretched his neck to look at Hou Tu, and found that Hou Tu's situation was similar to his own. The monks in Hou Tu no longer made paper, but sat cross-legged one by one, with their left and right hands Each holds a spiritual stone to replenish spiritual power.
The only one who was still working on the paper was the teacher's wife. At this moment, she was facing a long and narrow yellow scroll, releasing her spiritual power bit by bit.
Even though it was already late at night, Lin Xiaolu could see Luo Wujin's pale and weak face through the light of the bonfire, as well as the looming red bloodshot eyes in his gray pupils.
The teacher’s wife is working so hard too.
After sighing with emotion, Lin Xiaolu glared at Meier with contempt and said:
"Hai Tudou, let me tell you, eldest brother is different now than he was back then. He has a family, so please stay away from him and don't get too close to him."
"Family? Are you married?" Mei'er, who was sitting on the empty bench, hugged her knees together and asked like a curious baby:
"Who are you married to, Lin Xiaolu?"
"Two-headed monster."
"Ah? Are you married to two monsters?" Meier, who was still curious at first, was immediately startled, and her face turned from gray to pale.
"Lin Xiaolu, you are so brave."
"That's it, your eldest brother and I are such a scornful person, how can an ordinary female satisfy me?"
With nothing to do, Lin Xiaolu started to brag with Meier. He held two writing brushes in his hands and boasted enthusiastically:
"The two monsters I married have six hands, eight heads, three buttocks, nine males, long green faces and fangs, and the most important thing is that all eight of their heads are bald, and none of them has long hair. Just asking if you were scared."
In the quiet night, Lin Xiaolu lit a bonfire and told scary stories to the silly gray girl in front of him who had little experience.
He was vivid and very good at controlling the atmosphere. For a moment, he really had a nose and eyes, and he brought Meier into a terrifying atmosphere.
What he didn't know was that while he was telling these stories, two figures appeared in the darkness behind him.
The two figures were standing, one tall and one short. The tall one was holding a cane, and the short one was holding a cylindrical box in his hand. They were looking at the man who was bragging to Meier from afar.
"Then why do I want to marry these two terrifying monsters? The main reason is that I am afraid that they will harm the world. After all, you know Gray Potato. Your eldest brother, I am a person who cares about the common people. I can't help but be extremely knowledgeable and have a righteous nature. As the saying goes, I This is sacrificing oneself for the sake of the world.”
"boom!"
A loud voice suddenly rang out, and Lin Xiaolu, who was in the middle of bragging, immediately felt a pain in the back of his head, and then his whole body was lifted up into the air.
"Lin Xiaolu! Who do you think is a monster? He turned against you! Ha!"
Meier, who was listening in fascination, was also startled by the sudden scene in front of her. She saw Shangguan Hamigua, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, suddenly appeared, then directly lifted Lin Xiaolu, and then hit his waist hard with her knee!
And then, before she realized what was going on, she saw a man with a big gold chain and a cane limping in front of her. He took out a comb from the ring to comb his hair. While giving himself a strange smile that was silly but confident:
"Hello, this grey-looking beauty, I am Shangguan Pineapple. This is our first meeting. Please allow me to recite a poem for you."
