Lanke Chess Edge

After setting up the inkstone and condensing a wisp of clear spring, Ji Yuan grinds the ink himself.

A good ink ingot is not only about its appearance and fragrance, but it is also extraordinary at this moment. When rubbing the ink, it feels very smooth and the ink flows out evenly. The water in the inkstone is almost instantly stained black.

Almost all the characters on the "Sword Intent Tie" stood up halfway, and each and every one of them looked towards the inkstone.

Rubbing ink brought a simple sense of ritual, which made Ji Yuan's heart more peaceful. This change in will even affected the atmosphere around Ji Yuan, making the restless small characters seem extremely quiet.

The ink grinded from the inkstone is like a black clear spring, not only translucent, but also exudes a faint fragrance of ink, so delicate that there is no trace of blemish.

Taking out the pen, pulling off the sleeves, dipping the ink... During this process, "Sword Intent Tie" has already "slid" onto the table in front of Ji Yuan.

This Miao Zhu is not a person who likes to dance and write, so there is no desk in the room, there is only such a small round table, but at this moment, the elegance of the small round table is not inferior to any incense table.

"The Sword Intent was written in Zuoli, retaining the spirit of its peak state, which also makes you innately extraordinary, but Zuoli is not the real Zuojian Immortal after all, the words have heavy rhymes, strong vigor, less change and more spirit..."

Ji Yuan picked up the pen, and the tip of the pen was still five inches above the "Sword Intent Tie", looking at these quiet small words.

"Words are also a manifestation of Tao. Iron painting and silver hooks can also moisten ink and show spirit. I brush ink for you. You can't just eat ink, you also need to visualize my pen to keep the spirit in mind. I will use nine at the right time This is the first one today. If anyone is distracted and doesn’t pay attention, I won’t do it again just for you, understand?”

The "Sword Intent Post" was very quiet, but Ji Yuan knew that it wasn't that they didn't understand, and it wasn't that they were distracted and didn't hear it, on the contrary, these small words were all very serious.

Nodding his head, the Langhao brush finally landed on the first character "Wu".

(I have loved weapons since I was a child, especially swords. I got a wooden sword when I was six...)

The emotion of the whole "Sword Intent Tie" has changed along with Zuo Li's life, from high spirits to old age, from the excitement and anxiety of entering the rivers and lakes to the invincible loneliness. emotions, showing the agility of the handwriting itself.

It took more than an hour to write an article. In fact, it didn't even take half a quarter of an hour to write, and the main time was spent grinding the ink.

After writing it once, exactly ten ink ingots were shared, and Ji Yuan's own mana and a trace of black and yellow energy were added when grinding the ink, which consumed a lot of mind.

But the result is also gratifying. The entire "Sword Intent Tie" is now bright and shining with ink, and each small character is like a monk who is meditating, quietly shrouded in this layer of light. After a long time, the ink is gradually drying up. But the light still does not recede.

"That's right, as expected of a natural word spirit!"

Ji Yuan praised from the bottom of his heart, he also likes these little guys from the bottom of his heart, and he is more aware of their specialness and wonder.

There are many repetitions in these hundred or ten characters, but even two seemingly repeated characters actually contain similar but different spirituality.

Although there are only a few hundred characters, Ji Yuan has never been a greedy person, and it is good fortune to have these hundred characters.

Moreover, although these characters make up the "Sword Intent Tie", Ji Yuan believes that with his help in brushing ink, the variability will increase without breaking their unity and integrity. There are countless combinations possible.

Putting the Langhao pen on the pen holder, Ji Yuan stretched his muscles and bones, and sat on the side to meditate.

. . .

Although people come to offer incense at Lilong Township Temple from time to time, it is actually quite quiet for Ji Yuan. He stays here for three days. Except for helping those small characters to write and brush ink on the first day, the next two days are more comfortable. , Most of them go out to wander around Moyuan County.

As a world-famous place for ink production, since we are here, how could Ji Yuan not take a good tour, understand the general manufacturing process of various fine inks, hear the history of ink production in Moyuan County, and various cultural characteristics.

During the period, the land in Li Nong Township was divided several times, and Ji Yuan was given a box of high-quality ink, except for lacquer smoke ink, pine smoke ink, lampblack ink and other high-quality products.

On the third night, after the priests and workers of the Earth Temple rested, there was a light knock on the door of Ji Yuan's room.

"Boom boom boom..."

Ji Yuan was deducing the practice method of "Heaven and Earth Miaofa" by writing with a pen. When he heard the knock on the door, he knew who was outside. He just said "Come in" lightly, and then continued to be happy and continue to write.

Holding a much smaller box in one hand, the other hand grabbed the wooden stick and pushed open the door. Seeing that Ji Yuan was writing, his movements became lighter, and after closing the door carefully, he walked forward slowly, saying in a low voice. road.

"Hey, Mr. Ji, the little god has found the best thing, and I'm here to dedicate it to Mr. Ji!"

These days the Lord of the Earth has indeed found a lot of good ink, but he always feels bad in his heart, because the ink is not worth the French money at all.

But today, he finally felt more at ease. Of course, the box of ink in his hand was still not comparable to the value of Faqian, but in his opinion, it was already the leader of the world's ink, and its weight was somewhat heavier.

"Look, sir!"

The land lord walked to the table and opened the box as if offering a treasure.

Ji Yuan just made a wrong calculation at this meeting, and the coherent and natural meaning of the Miaofa was confused, so he also stopped writing, turned his head and looked down at the box of Tudigong, and saw more than a dozen pieces lying in it like layers. Ink ingots stacked with gold thread patterns.

"This is?"

"Hehehe, sir, I don't know something. This is an extremely rare Jinxiang ink. It is almost never circulated in the formal market. Even the rich, powerful and powerful people often find it difficult to find ink, and they may not even have heard of it!"

"So this is Jin Xiangmo!"

The surprised words blurted out from Ji Yuan's mouth. He visited Moyuan County in the past two days and heard the name of Jin Xiangmo from a disabled and elderly ink maker.

It is said that this kind of ink is extremely difficult to manufacture, and the process is extremely cumbersome, just like a swordsman casting a high-quality sword. During the ink making process, ink grease is embedded and pressed layer by layer, forming circles of golden lines as thin as cicada's wings.

"The fragrance is deep in the ink, the black fat is like ointment, the juice is sticky to the pen, and the paper is solidified!"

Hearing Ji Yuan tell these secrets, the Lord of the Land is even more happy, the more Mr. Ji knows the goods, the better.

"As expected of Mr. Ji, he understands it thoroughly! Yes, this is Jin Xiangmo. It can be said to be made with ingenuity. Do you like it, sir?"

"I like it, of course I like it, thank you Land Lord for finding this golden incense ink for Ji, thank you very much!"

Ji Yuan bowed his hand to express his thanks, these ten Jinxiang ink ingots came very well, and he will use them for the ninth time to write and ink those small characters, and he can get a few more.

After getting so much ink, Ji Yuan didn't want to push himself further, so he directly told Tudi Gong that there was enough ink and there was no need to look for it anymore, and he also told himself that he was about to leave.

This made the Land Lord heave a sigh of relief, but also somewhat frustrated.

This person is absolutely a great supernatural immortal cultivator, if he can live in the Earth Temple permanently, maybe he will have a great chance, but this kind of thing can't be forced, but this encounter is already a fate.

When the land lord left, Ji Yuan took out all the ink in his hand and put it on the table, together with Jinxiang ink, there were four big boxes and one small box.

These top-grade inks are all devoted to the hard work of senior ink-making masters. The birth of each piece of high-quality ink is time-consuming, laborious and labor-intensive, especially Jinxiang ink. It can be said that each piece of ink is unique. , leading the way among the original inks of the same batch.

A box of ink of this quality is placed in front of you, even if you are counting fate, there is a feeling of "I think someone is very rich now".

On the second day, Ji Yuan woke up early, bid farewell to Miao Zhu, and headed north.

Looking at the back of Ji Yuan going away, Miao Zhu didn't feel relieved at all. To be honest, he was nervous at the beginning, and he was cautious when receiving him, but this Mr. Ji is like the warm sunshine in winter, humorous, knowledgeable and knowledgeable , getting along with it naturally becomes comfortable, so there is no depression.

Although it was only a short three days, now that Mr. Ji has left, Miaozhu and even the two temple workers are a little bit reluctant, but they just told Ji Yuan that if they pass by again in the future, they hope to come to stay in the temple again.

And during the lunch break at noon that day, Miao Zhu was entrusted with a dream by the land lord again, and was praised severely by the land lord.

As for Ji Yuan, of course this time he went in the direction of Daliang Temple. Originally, he didn't have to meet Monk Huitong this time, but after hearing interesting things at the dinner table, Ji Yuan really wanted to see if this monk was right. Still so embarrassed.

To some extent, under the circumstances of harmlessness, Ji Yuan is also a bit of a bad taste. Anyway, there are still a few years before the Fairy Journey Conference, so it is not too late to go to Daliang Temple first and then go to Yuhuai Mountain.

. . .

Even though Ji Yuan didn't intend to use the technique of flying to hurry, but just wandered around Tingliang with the intention of wandering the dragon, and on the premise of not staying overnight, he arrived at Tongqiu Mansion in the north of Tingliang Kingdom after half a month, which is where the Daliang Temple is located. boundaries.

As Liu Yuanwai said, Tingliang State is much better than its motherland, Yue State, but it is still not as good as Dazhen. Many places along the way are not considered rich. Although the people can eat and clothe themselves, they have almost no savings. There is some kind of natural disaster and man-made accident, and it is difficult to get effective assistance in this social environment.

However, because Tongqiu Mansion is next to the capital of Tingliang Kingdom, it is naturally a rich place. When he went to the nearby mansions, Ji Yuan saw more smiles on the faces of the people.

At the end of September, outside Daliang Temple, Ji Yuan walked with other pilgrims on the way to Daliang Temple.

The ground here is paved with blue stones, wide enough for four carriages to run side by side. In addition to pedestrians and carriages, there are also people pushing carts, carrying incense candles and other things, and some people are carrying wooden targets of candied haws while walking and selling, with a look of enthusiasm. A lively scene.

The pilgrim's chatter and laughter were all in Ji Yuan's ears, and after a while, he heard several voices discussing Master Huitong, the clear and sweet voice should be from a young woman.

"When...when...when..."

The bell of Daliang Temple came from afar, and a magnificent Buddhist temple was looming in front of us.