Although Black Bamboo Essence spoke enthusiastically, all Qingjing's heart was concerned about was Qingxu, and he only heard about it without going into details. Even after hearing it in the end, he just kept thinking about the so-called five-color sacred stone.
I heard that Black Bamboo Spirit still remembered that person's name, Qingjing responded casually with an indifferent expression, thinking that this old thing has not happened for hundreds of years, and even if he knew the name, he might not be able to find anything. After hearing these two familiar words, Qingjing suddenly exclaimed.
"Jade Pot Sect? Ancestor Mingyuan? What is that?" Black Bamboo Jingjing had no idea what happened next, and was a little confused when he saw Qingjing making such a fuss.
"Well... forget it, this is a long story. Let's talk about it later when we have the opportunity! I... take the first step!" Qingjing was anxious in her heart, turned into a black wind, and hurried back.
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Outside the black bamboo forest, several disciples were walking around and talking about something, and before they knew it, they came to the stone edge where they usually rest.
"The talisman made out of thin air is in the shape of ink. Naturally, the bamboo ink is very important! Otherwise, if we use some ordinary ink, how can we complete the talisman making out of thin air?"
"Bamboo ink is important, but the basic skills of making talismans must also be mastered! Even if it is ordinary ink imprinted on the talisman paper, as long as the skills are deep enough, it can have the same effect as making talismans out of thin air!"
The two disciples were red-faced in the argument, neither of them willing to give in. They happened to see the two people beside the stone, so they hurriedly came closer, clasped their fists and asked: "Brother, please judge us... who is right and who is wrong? "
The senior brother whose clothes were a little shorter smiled when he heard this and explained casually: "It is good to make talismans out of thin air and use ink as the shape. After all, ink is the foundation and a sharp weapon! It is natural that the basic skills of making talismans need to be solid, just like a good craftsman ! As the saying goes: If a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools! The so-called sharp tools also need to be driven by good craftsmen. The two complement each other. In fact, there is no right or wrong! And I personally think that the most important thing about making talismans out of thin air is not These two…”
The two disciples nodded thoughtfully after hearing this. In fact, they didn't understand these ordinary principles. They just wanted to compete for words for a while. However, it was a bit difficult to hear the last words of this person: " Senior brother...what do you mean by this? It's not the two of them...there seems to be no other conditions for making a talisman out of thin air, right?"
"That's right... for making talismans out of thin air, ink and the means of making talismans are naturally indispensable, but there is actually another thing that is extremely important!"
"Then...what is that?" Several disciples held their breath.
"Fu Yi!" The senior brother said calmly.
"Spell meaning?" Several disciples looked at each other after hearing this, and then someone asked: "Senior brother, I know that the one who wields the sword has sword intention, but the sword is a tangible thing after all, what is the purpose of making a talisman out of thin air? Fuyi, junior brother really can’t understand..."
"This kind of thing is indeed illusory when explained in detail, but I only need to demonstrate it to you once, and you should know what I mean." Taiyi Pavilion disciples always carry their pen and ink with them, and this senior brother is no exception. Although he was dressed very simply, this pen was unusually exquisite! I saw that the pen was painted a bright red color, especially the bright red brush hair, which was even more beautiful. In contrast, it made the person's clothes look even more shabby.
However, the attention of these disciples was not above this. They all stared at the movements of this senior brother with bated breath.
The crimson pen holder was turned in his hand and held firmly in his palm. However, the way this person held the pen was very awkward. He did not hold the pen down like a normal pen for writing, but instead held the pen holder tightly. At the end, point the brush towards the tiger's mouth, as if holding a short blade and stab it forward!
Although the pen in this person's hand was not stained with any bamboo ink, everyone could faintly feel the traces left by the pen in the air. Especially at the moment when the person finished making the talisman, there was a faint dark flower in the air, causing a formation of waves. Ripples.
"This is the meaning of the talisman. When you practice in the future, don't stick to the form. Do it according to your heart and keep your mind pure. Only then will everything be clear to you." Putting the brush back into his bag, the senior brother said calmly.
"Oh...oh...ok...senior brother..." Those disciples couldn't believe that making a talisman out of thin air could have such an effect. They even doubted themselves, and they didn't come back to their senses for a while.
"Haha, let's not talk about this. It's not yet time to change shifts. Why are you back so early?" These two are not lazy people. The senior brother thought for a while and asked.
"Oops! Senior brother! If you didn't tell me, I almost forgot!" One of the disciples slapped his head and exclaimed: "We just met Elder Qingjing. He asked us to help prepare some meals. That's all for today's ink grinding. Now... let’s go back first!”
"Elder Qingjing! Elder...hasn't he already left the Black Bamboo Forest? Why is he back here again?" The senior brother was suddenly startled.
"This...I don't know...anyway, Elder Qingjing looked like he was in a hurry, so we didn't dare to ask any more questions, so we had to come back first."
"Okay, I understand! In this case... you three go back to help first, and I'll go and pack up the tools!" After the senior brother finished speaking, he left in the opposite direction with the three disciples.
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In the black bamboo forest, a figure with shorter clothes walked cautiously along the path. This person was the senior brother just now. However, he no longer had the calmness he had before, and there were faint beads of sweat on his face.
He had never been to the depths of the black bamboo forest. Every time he took another step into it, he would unconsciously think of the story told by the disciple before. He always felt like there were people staring at him around him, but even so, he still did not step back and bite. Move forward with your teeth set.
"Swish, swish, swish!" At this moment, he suddenly heard a sound in his ears. He turned around and saw a black shadow coming towards him. The hair on his body stood on end, and he subconsciously took out his brush. Create talismans out of thin air to fend off enemies!
Because he was too nervous, his hand slipped and he handed over a brush, which fell to the ground with a clang. The black figure didn't notice anyone here at first. When it heard the movement, it turned around and rushed towards it. The senior brother had no weapons and could only yell: "I will fight with you!" Then he closed his eyes tightly. He punched his head and face.
But after struggling for a long time, he didn't feel anything strange until his arms became weak. He secretly squinted his eyes and looked forward, only to see a familiar figure standing in front of him with a faint smile: "Xiaotian, After so many years, although your timidity has not changed much, your boxing and kicking skills have improved a lot!"
"Master...Master!" The person with shorter clothes was Xiaotian who was given the pen by Qingjing. At this time, Xiaotian finally saw Qingjing, his vision became blurred, and he knelt down in front of Qingjing with a plop.
Although Xiaotian's strength is not what it used to be, and he can speak clearly and eloquently in front of his own people, his innate cowardice and isolation have always been hidden deep in his heart. Ever since Qingjing bestowed upon him the gift of good fortune, he has been concentrating on cultivation. Although he finally became a senior brother today, he has rarely left Taiyi Pavilion.
He has always been responsible for the internal affairs of the sect. Although he has extraordinary abilities, he has never been able to put them to use. He originally made up his mind to go out to deal with the monsters and experience them. However, after struggling for many days, he could not find even the slightest trace of the monsters. Running around in vain.
After hearing that Qingjing had come out, Xiaotian returned to Taiyi Pavilion, hoping to find an opportunity to pay homage to the passing master. However, he was too unconfident and worried that he would not be able to cultivate well and live up to Qingjing's hope, so he wanted to come to Heijing first. Zhulin Yanmo wanted to make some insinuations about the situation of peace in recent years, but unexpectedly learned about the rumors of the black-haired monster!
When Qingjing first entered the Black Bamboo Forest, Xiaotian was still a handyman disciple that no one cared about, so he naturally knew nothing about these things. Now he had heard the story of the black-haired monster in detail for the first time, and he was rejoicing that his master had escaped from the black bamboo forest safely. He did not expect that he would be clean and return to the black bamboo forest in a blink of an eye, and he was also shocked!
Although he was extremely afraid of this mysterious black-haired monster, he had already heard about it, but he could no longer let go and hurriedly came to help. That's when this happened!
"You said you left the good Taiyi Pavilion alone and why are you going into this black bamboo forest?" Qingjing said with a smile.
"I heard... I heard that there is a black-haired monster in this black bamboo forest... Then..." Xiaotian hesitated for a long time before explaining clearly what he knew today.
When Qingjing saw how responsible this son was despite his cowardice, he was a little impressed, so he wanted to help him secretly. He didn't expect that this son was so emotional, and he was a little relieved that his master who had given up on him was so caring. "Haha, I didn't expect that when I came out, I would get a precious apprentice for nothing! Not bad, not bad!"
"Then...Master! Are you okay! That...black-haired monster just now..." Xiaotian kept looking around with his eyes and said cautiously.
"Ahem... there's some black-haired monster somewhere, 100% of the time you saw it wrong!" Qingjing was in a hurry to go back, and the black bamboo poisonous catkins all over her body were inadvertently released. Although the black bamboo poisonous catkins were not controlled by the black bamboo essence, he still didn't want anyone to know his secret, so he said with a serious face, "If there is nothing else, you'd better get up and go back with me!"
"But... obey your order! Master!" Xiaotian wanted to say something else, but when he saw Qingjing's two long eyebrows twitching, he didn't dare to say anything, so he quickly stopped and stood up.
Qingjing walked very fast, but Xiaotian was not slow either. The two of them left the black bamboo forest and walked along the path towards Taiyi Pavilion.
Qingjing nodded approvingly when she saw that Xiaotian's face remained as usual and his breathing was calm.
"Master, I have something important to do today! I won't care about you for now... When I have free time in the future, I would like to take a closer look at how your practice has been over the years." Qingjing was anxious to go back to Qingxu to inquire about things, so he wanted to send Xiaotian Send away.
"Yes, Master!" Xiao Tian was happy, but felt nervous in his heart. He gritted his teeth and suddenly decided something. He reached out and took off the pen sac and ink sac from his waist. He bowed and held the two things in his hands and handed them to Qingjing, "Master, this is what you asked me to do." Xiaotian has fulfilled his mission and returned it to the master today!"
But he held it up for a long time, but did not hear a reply from the person in front of him. He was also a little puzzled, and said again: "Master, I wipe these two things day and night, and have been keeping them carefully...Master?"
Sensing something strange, Xiaotian looked up secretly and saw that there was no half-figure in front of him. That Qingjing had already gone far away.
"I don't have the habit of taking back things I give away! This Suzaku pen is a good thing, you have to keep it safe for me..."
"Thank you...Thank you Master!"
