Time passed little by little, and the sun in the sky was constantly moving its position, and gradually, the sun set in the west, the jade rabbit rose in the east, and the sky around it darkened. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Changqing Zhenren was still not affected in the slightest, just quietly carving the wood carving in his hand, and everything around him was still silent when the moonlight sprinkled down.

At this time, a gust of wind hit, and many people around suddenly woke up, it turned out that it was night at this time.

At this time, the Changqing real man sitting on the top of the hillside was still bowing his head, concentrating on carving the rotten wood in his hand. At this time, many birds and beasts have lost patience and have not eaten for more than a day.

And the monks who were meditating around them also came to their senses one by one, leaving that mysterious feeling, and everyone, including Li Wenyuan, felt stunned.

And Chang Qing Zhenren, who was sitting on the top of the mountain, didn't pay attention to the performance of everyone present at all, and still sat there, engrossed in carving the rotten wood in his hand, moving unhurriedly, and not affected by the outside world at all.

One by one, the monks who came to their senses, even if they left the kind of artistic conception that made people devote themselves wholeheartedly, still no one left the scene, still sitting quietly, watching the movements of Changqing Zhenren's hands attentively.

Even some birds and beasts who have opened their minds would rather starve than stay on the scene, not willing to miss this rare opportunity.

After more than a day of carving, the appearance of this rotten wood in the hands of Changqing Zhenren has gradually changed, and it can be seen that it is a carving of a building.

Li Wenyuan noticed that Changqing Zhenren had been carving for so long, but there were very few sawdust falling around him where he lived. Each of his knives is like gently brushing away the mud and sand of the wood itself, trying to liberate a piece of beautiful jade buried in the soil.

Some of the carvings could already be seen, and in the eyes of many of the monks present, they could feel a sense of naturalness, as if they were supposed to be like this.

In this way, the time passed minute by minute, from late night to early morning. Even if the cool rain and dew at night wet the clothes on Changqing Zhenren's body, he was still not affected in the slightest.

It wasn't until the first rays of sunlight in the early morning that Li Wenyuan saw a strange scene. When the sky was still hazy, a ray of sunlight flew straight from the sky and shone on the wood carving on the hand of Changqing Zhenren.

"That's it!"

At this moment, a smile finally appeared on the face of Changqing Zhenren, and the last knife in his hand slipped off, and the wood carving was finally completed.

At this moment, there was a piece of wood carved from rotten wood, which instantly flew up from Changchun Zhenren's hand and turned into a huge pavilion in the sky, sucking in all the morning glow that had just risen in the sky.

The huge pavilion was wrapped in sunlight, as if it had become another round of red sun, echoing with the sun that had just revealed half of its face on the horizon, creating a kind of dark connection.

When the sun fully rose, the sunlight that wrapped the pavilion gradually disappeared, and a powerful pressure swept through the audience, even the powerful Yuanying Monk, under this pressure, had to use his strength to resist.

"The best spiritual treasure!"

At this time, someone finally exclaimed, and the pavilion carved from rotten wood in the sky turned out to be a superb spiritual treasure at this time.

Everyone stared at the pavilion in the sky with fiery eyes, including Li Wenyuan, and everyone sighed, the magic power of the Yuan Shen True Immortal is vast, and a piece of ordinary rotten wood is carved into a superb spiritual treasure, and the magic power of creation is indeed breathtaking.

At this time, sitting on the top of the hillside, Changqing Zhenren stood up, slowly stretched out a palm, and the pavilion in the sky immediately became smaller, returning to the form of an ordinary wood carving, and slowly fell to the palm of Changqing Zhenren.

And at this time, no one dared to underestimate the wood carving in the hands of the evergreen real person.

"Today here, refining the Lingbao Chaoyang Pavilion, I am very relieved. Thinking that sentient beings do not know the subtleties of creation, today I am here to talk about the art of creation and refinement, I hope you will all gain something!"

Holding the Chaoyang Pavilion in his hand, Changqing Zhenren glanced at everyone, and suddenly continued to sit down, ready to teach everyone the way of creating refining weapons.

As soon as they heard the news, all the monks present were overjoyed, and the primordial god true immortal preached that it was a thing that could be met but not sought. And everyone present saw the process of the birth of the spirit treasure in the hands of the evergreen real person, although they didn't know the power of this Chaoyang Pavilion, but with this spirit treasure, everyone also saw the means of the evergreen real man-made refining device.

Everyone, including Li Wenyuan, was sitting precariously at this time, with their ears erected high, and they were engrossed in preparing to listen to Changqing's real man's preaching, not daring to make the slightest noise, for fear of missing a word for a while.

"The way of practicing tools is to focus on the selection of materials, everything has its physical properties, know its physical properties, know its texture, and use it smoothly, so it is the way to create and refine the instrument, so I want to ......!"

With the explanation of Changqing Zhenren, all the people were immersed in it, some nodded and smiled, some danced, some frowned, some looked confused, and even some shook their heads and left the scene angrily!

As the saying goes, different paths do not conspire with each other! Everyone pursues different paths, and naturally when they hear that others have gotten it, they will only agree with it, and those who are not related to it can touch the same path, and on the contrary, they will not agree at all.

Li Wenyuan sat below, listening to Changqing Zhenren's sermon, but his face looked very peaceful. From the beginning of Changqing's preaching, the cornucopia and cash cow in his body began to vibrate with a strange frequency, driving Li Wenyuan's soul into a state of ancient wells.

It seemed that he was not aware of everything that was happening in the outside world, but every word that Changqing Zhenren said sounded in the depths of Li Wenyuan's spiritual platform, allowing him to fully comprehend its meaning, and even draw inferences from one another, with a sense of touching the analogy.

Gradually, Li Wenyuan also had his own understanding of the way of creating and refining weapons. Around his body, wealth from all directions frantically poured into Li Wenyuan's body, and then was absorbed by the cornucopia and cash tree.

The crazy operation of the deduction ability of the cash cow and the various understandings about the refining weapon poured into Li Wenyuan's heart, making Li Wenyuan addicted to it and unable to extricate himself for a long time.

After I don't know how long, all of a sudden, Changqing's voice stopped. All the people who were comprehending were a little overwhelmed all of a sudden, and they raised their heads blankly and looked around, and then they suddenly realized where they were.

Changqing Zhenren glanced at everyone below, and saw that some people with relatively high cultivation comprehension were still in the process of comprehension, and couldn't help but nod approvingly.

And when he glanced at Li Wenyuan, a look of surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he stared at Li Wenyuan carefully for a while before he looked away.