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Under the dim light, Li Qifeng was still pondering the sword word.

Sleepless nights.

In the early morning, Li Qifeng suddenly ran out and ran to the book house at the foot of the mountain in one breath.

The owner of the bookstore is still asleep, when he was a child, he was favored by a master, the tricks of the whole body were opened, and he knew a little bit of the way of cultivation, although he was over sixty years old, his energy was extremely vigorous, and he slept with him every day, and he was happy and comfortable.

Li Qifeng knocked on the door of the book house in a rude manner.

The owner of the book house glanced out of the window that was just a little bright, and felt an inexplicable annoyance in his heart, he fought for half the night last night, and now he is tired and panicked, so he simply doesn't pay attention to it.

The constant knocking on the door made the bookstore owner unbearable!

Cloaked, the bookstore owner opened the door angrily.

"Get out!"

The owner of the bookstore said unceremoniously, before the words fell, he was going to close the door.

Suddenly, the bookstore owner's eyes lit up.

A silver ticket dangled in front of his eyes, and it was three thousand taels.

"I want the biggest brush, the best rice paper, and the best inkstone here. ”

Li Qifeng, whose eyes were red, was like an outburst, extremely generous.

The owner of the bookstore suddenly changed his face, greeted him with a smile, and regardless of the pain in his waist and knees, he led Li Qifeng into the bookstore.

"Do you want the best?"

The owner of the book house confirmed again.

Li Qifeng nodded.

The owner of the bookstore said a little wait, and walked towards the storeroom.

When the store was first opened, the owner of the bookstore personally went to the imperial capital to buy a set of four treasures of the study, on the one hand, as the treasure of the town store, on the other hand, he also wanted to sell it at a good price.

As everyone knows, in the small town, under the influence of the Sword Sect, the emphasis on martial arts and light on literature, children began to practice when they were young, and they read and read after the age of ten, and there were many children who came to buy the four treasures of the study, but they all bought the cheapest, as for the four treasures of the study, which was quite expensive, it has been dusty in the warehouse.

When the business arrived at the door, how could the owner of the bookstore let it go.

After a while, the owner of the bookstore placed the four treasures of the study, which were quite expensive, in front of Li Qifeng.

At a glance, the four treasures of this study are very exquisite, the pen barrel, inkstone, black ink, and the patterns on the rice paper are all the same, and they are good at a glance.

Li Qifeng nodded with satisfaction, and then frowned slightly.

The bookstore owner's expression changed suddenly, "The guest officer is not satisfied?"

Li Qifeng touched the rice paper with light patterns on the edge, the texture was flexible, and it was also white and smooth, but the number was too small!

The boss is also a well-informed person.

"Objectively, do you think there is less paper?"

Li Qifeng nodded.

"Don't worry, as long as you like, I'll send you some more rice paper, but the quality may be poor. The owner of the book house said loudly.

"That's okay. Li Qifeng said loudly.

The owner of the bookstore hurriedly left, and after a while, a stack of half-human-high rice paper appeared in front of Li Qifeng, but the texture was indeed a little worse.

Put down the silver ticket that the bookstore owner had coveted for a long time, and Li Qifeng left satisfied.

The owner of the book house smiled and watched Li Qifeng walk away, shook off a few times, returned to the book house, closed the door of the store, got into the quilt, and pulled Xinna's concubine three times.

in the dormitory.

Li Qifeng began to write frantically.

The sword word on the first page was firmly engraved in Li Qifeng's mind, and Li Qifeng tried to write it out.

The paper fell one by one, but Li Qifeng couldn't write the sword character, and he couldn't even do it.

Stopping the pen, Li Qifeng studied the sword character again.

When you feel it again, pick up the pen and write again.

For three consecutive days, Li Qifeng has been writing the sword word unremittingly.

The sword words written are a little similar, but they are different, and they seem to be like each other.

Li Qifeng no longer studied the sword words on the first page, because the sword words had been deeply engraved in Li Qifeng's mind.

Every time I write it, it's a little different, and I feel it differently.

A mysterious and mysterious, wonderful and wonderful feeling appeared in Li Qifeng's mind, and he wanted to capture it, but there was no trace.

Five days later, Li Qifeng appeared in the bookstore with bloodshot eyes, and in the shocked eyes of the owner of the bookstore, he removed one-third of the rice paper in the warehouse, and even asked for a jar of ink, and bought a half-person-high wolf's hair cone, and the owner of the bookstore specially arranged for two guys to send Li Qifeng to the dormitory.

The rice paper was spread on the ground, and Li Qifeng was holding a wolf cone and writing the sword characters.

Shen Yun is getting more and more similar.

Li Qifeng could feel that there seemed to be a powerful aura wandering in his body, ready to erupt at any time.

Ten days later, the dormitory was almost full of rice paper with sword characters written on it.

Li Qifeng also felt that the oil was running out, his body was swaying, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was pale, and his body also had a strong smell of sweat.

The mystical feeling in my mind is getting stronger and stronger.

In the body, the breath will erupt at any time.

What is needed now is an opportunity.

Day 11.

Li Qifeng slowly wrote a sword word.

This sword character, compared with the book, is ninety percent similar, but it still lacks a little charm.

Pen.

Change the paper.

Then put pen to paper again.

A sense of pride spread out from Li Qifeng's heart from the inside out, and in his mind, the engraved sword words came to life.

A heavy sword word was written.

There was a hint of relief in his bloodshot eyes.

The wolf cone waved again and again, and Li Qifeng wrote ten sword words in one breath.

Just like the sword words on the page, Shen Yun is also very similar.

Ha ha!

Li Qifeng couldn't help laughing, looking at the ink penetrating and printing the sword words on the ground, he was in a very comfortable mood.

There is pride in the heart, and it is stirred out.

There are big characters in the brain, and the words are in the chest.

Pinching the pen in his hand, it is another sword word jumping on the paper.

This sword word is very charming.

Suddenly, sword qi erupted, with a sharp aura.

In the dormitory, there was a sword chant coming out.

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, cutting through the layers of covered rice paper, like the light of summer, which is particularly dazzling.

Sword intent is angry!

A wonderful feeling appeared in Li Qifeng's heart, looking at the long sword that sprayed sword qi, he actually had a familiar feeling, this feeling was very different from the resistance when he used to receive the sword, this time it was intimacy, it was impressed.

The long sword is in his hand, and he is full of pride.

Li Qifeng suddenly laughed, smiling very happily, his bloodshot eyes became brighter and brighter, and after many days of hard work, he finally had a hint of gain.

As soon as his heart was relieved, irresistible tiredness suddenly swept through Li Qifeng's whole body.

Li Qifeng fell directly into the heavy rice paper.

The dream has begun, and the sword is in his arms.