Unable to figure it out for a moment, Jiang Qi let it go.
After testing that the Panlong Pei could withstand or even absorb the black fire from divination, Jiang Qi thought about trying it again.
But there are two problems. First, Panlong Pei seems to be "full" now, and it is estimated that he will not be able to bear the second wave of black fire in a short time.
Second, Jiang Qi is also worried that the next backlash caused by divination may not be black fire, but something else.
After all, this thing is uncertain. The path of cause and effect is inherently elusive and unpredictable, and so is the backlash.
Therefore, Jiang Qi could only temporarily put aside his doubts in this regard.
"Still not strong enough."
Jiang Qi sat on the chair and gently rubbed his eyebrows to relieve the stinging sensation caused by the consumption of his spiritual sense.
In the final analysis, he is still not strong enough. Yao Guangxiao's inheritance is Jiang Qi's most important and strongest method at present, but this method is too scientific.
Although it is very powerful, it also has relative limitations.
Regardless of Jiang Qi's previous use of the Mysterious Finger Technique to fight against the enemy, it seemed that with just a flick of his fingertips, the Feng Shui situation was established, and then it was Jiang Qi's home field.
But this thing will not be able to exert any power at all in places where there is no basic Feng Shui pattern, such as the basin where Li Chunfeng's tomb was located last time.
What's more, although Zhixuanfa starts quickly, it still takes time to lay out.
If there was a way to kill or restrain Jiang Qi in an instant, then Jiang Qi would really become a piece of meat on the chopping board.
Not to mention any martial arts master, in front of a truly advanced Xuan Xiu, he is a solid target.
So does this kind of person exist who can restrain Jiang Qi in an instant?
It must exist, Jiang Qi is sure of this.
Kyushu is too big and there are too many people. Even if the overall environment is not good, the most important thing in Kyushu is genius and miracles.
Originally, Jiang Qi didn't care much about this before just now, but it's different now.
If there is a chance, we still need to improve our strength.
There is a good opportunity in front of us, which is the silver needle from Sun Simiao. The eight achievements attached to it are Sun Simiao's obsession.
But Jiang Qi had no reason to get it.
If you use some mysterious methods, it is not difficult to avoid being aware of the ghosts, but Jiang Qi will not do that.
Taking something without telling you is stealing.
"Forget it, don't think about this."
Jiang Qi shook his head. Fortunately, I lost my life. Forcing is not beautiful.
Thinking so, Jiang Qi looked at his hands.
There was obviously no change, but Jiang Qi just felt that there was something extra.
The inheritance from Su Shi was swirling in my mind.
"Let's go buy some pens, ink and paper."
Jiang Qi took a look at the time. It was eight o'clock in the evening. It was not a big problem. As the saying goes, money can make the world go round.
It also allows stores to open at night.
Jiang Qi is a little anxious now and can't wait to try his current calligraphy.
It's like you learned how to eat big melons by playing Hogwarts Legacy. Can you resist not dumping two of them immediately?
As for why I just bought pen, ink and paper, it’s because there is an inkstone inside Shibazi.
It’s still a Dongpo inkstone, it’s simply not too suitable.
"good."
Mr. Sun wiped his mouth and ate up a bowl of more than thirty dumplings filled with solid ingredients.
….
Originally, it is not advisable to eat too much at night as it is not good for the stomach.
But the person who said this to Mr. Sun has already had more than a dozen grasses turning yellow on his grave.
He took out a hawthorn pill from the drawer and put it into his mouth. Mr. Sun stood up slowly and washed the dishes, preparing to deliver them tomorrow.
After washing the dishes, Mr. Sun wandered to the door, wanting to take a stroll to the square for some exercise.
But as soon as he reached the door, the old man stopped, his nose flaring, and his brows furrowed.
It smells like blood, and it was still covered with iron tools
The bloody smell of wounds.
The smell was only a little bit, and the injured obviously didn't want to be discovered, because in addition to the smell of blood, there was also a medicinal smell to cover up the bloody smell of the wound.
But I can't hide it from Mr. Sun.
"I am originally from Wollongong, Sandandi"
Mr. Sun's expression remained unchanged, he took square steps, hummed the Empty City Strategy in his mouth, and walked out step by step, as if he had discovered nothing.
People who know how to use secret medicine to cover up the smell of blood cannot fail to see that this is a medicine reed. So since the injured person did not show up on his own initiative, Mr. Sun has no reason to take care of it.
Doctors with good intentions may also do bad things with good intentions.
Mr. Sun has experienced this kind of thing.
However, Mr. Sun seemed to have forgotten to close the door. After going out, he strolled away without looking back, leaving the side door open behind him.
After about a few minutes, it seemed that he was sure that Mr. Sun was gone. A black shadow came out of the corner and ran into Mr. Sun's yard.
The black shadow didn't pay attention. When he passed the door, he brought up a gust of wind, and this gust of wind also brought up other things.
The old man who had reached the entrance of the alley twitched his nose again and silently changed his direction. Instead of going to the square, he walked in another direction.
Baiyao and Jinchuangdan are both on the medicine cabinet, and anyone with some knowledge will not use them wrongly.
But if someone breaks into a house without permission, you have to report it to the authorities.
With this thought in mind, the old man wandered towards the direction of the police officer's office.
"Three hundred meters east from the south entrance of Qingshui Hutong?"
Jiang Qi sat on Bingberry Fen's sports car and opened the recommendation software.
This is the only old-fashioned literary and artistic store that is still open at this time.
Originally, Jiang Qi wanted to use his money ability, but he overlooked one problem, that is, after the store closes, the phone number left on the software will often be shut down.
So now we can only race against time.
Jiang Qi quickly started the car and drove along according to the navigation.
He is now like that naughty kid who is about to stop addiction, and he has an idea in his mind.
I must write some calligraphy tonight! Otherwise I won’t even be able to sleep!
With this thought in mind, Jiang Qi flew towards the destination fiercely.
"But Qingshui Hutong? Why does this name sound familiar?"
Jiang Qi felt that the name was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.
About half an hour later, Jiang Qi arrived at his destination.
As soon as I got off the car, I saw an old man preparing to pull down the rolling shutter door.
"Master, please wait a moment! I'll buy something!"
Jiang Qi shouted quickly and walked over quickly, looking around at the same time, feeling suddenly enlightened.
….
No wonder it feels familiar. Isn't this the same alley where Mr. Sun is?
But it was not easy to visit at this time, so Jiang Qi didn't think much about it.
Now it’s time to buy pens, ink and paper.
"You are really good at getting stuck. If you come one minute later, I will close the door."
The shop owner was an old man in his sixties. He pushed the rolling shutter door up again with a smile, and waved his hand to welcome Jiang Qi into the shop.
"It's better to come early than to come late. It will make you tired."
Jiang Qi nodded with a smile and walked into the store.
I can't say how exquisite the decoration is, but you can tell at a glance that this is an old store.
"Uncle, do you have any old paper here?"
Jiang Qi asked tentatively.
The boss was stunned for a moment when he heard this and said, "We really don't have this, why don't we look at something else?"
Jiang Qi was not disappointed, and said: "A brush, a piece of pine ink, and a piece of paper."
"Here is the pen. You can choose it yourself. As for the ink."
The boss hesitated a little and said, "There is no high-quality Songmo, but there are inferior ones."
"That's fine."
Jiang Qi blinked and watched his boss walk into the back room, then walked to the place where the brushes were hung.
After just one glance, he took off a hairbrush.
This one is of the best quality here, and 80% of it is also the most expensive.
After a while, the boss came over with a small box in his hand.
Seeing Jiang Qi picking up his brush, he glanced at Jiang Qi and then glanced at the sports car at the door, as if he was feeling pity for something.
"Song Mo and this pen will count you a thousand, and the paper will give you a knife."
The boss said that he was going to wrap up Jiang Qi.
Jiang Qi interrupted the boss's action and said, "Can I take advantage of your precious land and try my hand at it?"
"sure."
The boss was stunned when he heard this, seemed a little surprised, and nodded innocently.
Then he brought Jiang Qi to the table.
There was paper weighed down with a paperweight, and an ink bottle.
Jiang Qi thought for a while, put the selected brush aside, and instead picked up a pen on the pen holder next to him and licked up the ink.
Just as the boss was about to speak, he saw that Jiang Qi had already finished writing. He glanced at it subconsciously and could no longer move away.
'Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not scream and walk slowly?
Jiang Qi's pen was flying, and when it landed on the paper, it was a square script.
The boss's face was already a little dull.
Mr. Sun wandered out of the police office and was going to take a walk in the square to kill time.
When I looked up, I saw that Xiao Zhang's artistic supplies store was still open, so I strolled over.
It’s also nice to kill time with a cup of tea.
With this thought in mind, the old man crossed the road and was stunned for a moment when he saw the license plate on the sports car at the door.
"this is not"
A look of interest flashed in the old man's eyes, and he opened the door and walked into the store.
I found Xiao Zhang staring directly at a young man writing.
The young man's back was also very familiar to Mr. Sun, so he walked over slowly and lightly.
Strangely enough, at such a close distance, Xiao Zhang didn't realize that there was a big living person like himself beside him.
What words did this young man Jiang write that made Xiao Zhang read so intently?
….
Mr. Sun came over to take a look with some curiosity.
'The bamboo stick and mango shoes are lighter than the horse. Who is afraid of living in a rainstorm for the rest of his life?
"Good words!"
Mr. Sun couldn't help but cheer.
This time, the boss was awakened, and he suddenly noticed Mr. Sun.
"Master Sun? When did you come?"
"Old man?"
Jiang Qi also stopped writing and turned around to say hello. He naturally knew that someone was coming, but he didn't expect it to be Mr. Sun.
"Um."
Mr. Sun nodded perfunctorily, without taking his eyes off the words written by Jiang Qi, and praised: "Good words!"
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought Dongpo was still alive!"
"You support me, just write whatever you want."
Jiang Qi scratched his head, then looked back at the boss and said with a smile: "Boss, can you sell me the fine pine ink and old paper now?"
The boss had just come to his senses. When he heard this, he glanced at Jiang Qi strangely and asked, "Have you seen it a long time ago?"
"The reason why you said no is because you were afraid that I would ruin a good thing."
Jiang Qi smiled and said: "After all, I really don't look like an accomplished person."
"I made a mistake, please wait."
The boss was also happy, and after saying that, he walked into the back room.
"Old man, it's getting late, why are you out for a walk at this time?"
Jiang Qi looked at Mr. Sun, who was still writing.
"An injured little mouse has entered the house. Let's leave it to the police to deal with it."
Mr. Sun pointed to the opposite side of the store without raising his head.
Only then did Jiang Qi discover that there was a police officer's duty room.
At the same time, he also knew that the little mouse that Mr. Sun was talking about meant something else.
"Then I'll accompany you back later."
Jiang Qi could probably guess what was going on here and said immediately.
"good."
Mr. Sun did not refuse and nodded.
After a while, the boss came out of the back room with two boxes, one long and one short.
"This is fine pine ink and thirty-year-old paper, two knives in total."
The boss put it on the table and wrapped up the brush.
Jiang Qi just took out his mobile phone and said, "How much is the total?"
The boss hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "If possible, can you use this character to top it off?"
"Can."
Jiang Qi agreed happily.
Logically speaking, this is insulting to politeness, but if Su Shi were here, 80% of them would agree.
Do you want to know Wang Xizhi’s goose-changing experience?
How can the things done by literati be called degrading to civility?
The boss happily put away the paper and said to Jiang Qi: "Even though my store is small, there is no shortage of things. Master Sun knows this."
"If you are short of pen and ink in the future, just come and get it."
"good."
Jiang Qi nodded with a smile, and with the boss's reluctant eyes, he helped Mr. Sun out.
After putting his things in the car, Jiang Qi followed Mr. Sun towards home.
"Xiao Zhang still knows how to behave appropriately, so I didn't ask you to sign."
Mr. Sun said softly.
Jiang Qi kept walking and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, I'm just a student anyway."
The old man looked at him in surprise and said, "You kid, I really don't know how you can practice calligraphy so well at such a young age."
"This is not to say that I have captured some of the essence of Dongpo, but it seems that when Dongpo was still alive, after time and understanding, he would definitely be a great literary figure."
"The more you talk, the more exaggerated it becomes."
Jiang Qi's family knew about his family affairs, and his calligraphy was completely cheated. How could he improve it?
Unless Jiang Qi can find Wang Xizhi’s obsession
"Old man, can you guess who specifically entered your home?"
Jiang Qi changed the topic.
"Probably a practicing practitioner. His breaths are long and long, unlike ordinary people's."
Mr. Sun also followed the words very cooperatively.
"Lian Jiazi?"
Jiang Qi's heart moved, but he didn't say anything more.
When Jiang Qi arrived at the door of the old man's house, he saw three detectives sitting there glumly, looking a little disappointed.
Wasn't this caught?
Jiang Qi glanced at Mr. Sun's yard.
Xuan Qi remains
And there are three different qi machines.
Doudou flies and flies
