There are many tables and chairs in the side room of the Gongfa Hall, and there are many people who write with their heads bored there, and their pens are flying. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wu Chang looked at the trim of these people's robes, half of them were in the Qi cultivation period, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

If they were all foundation building period monks, he really didn't know what to do, even if Ning Ping took special care, he couldn't be too out of line, otherwise he would attract too much attention.

The disciples of the Lingxia faction are different according to their cultivation, and the trim of the monk's uniform is different, and there is only one trim during the Qi training period, two in the foundation building period, and three in the Dan period.

"You sit there and wait, here's your waist card. Dai Siqi said, pointing to an empty seat.

The others looked up, and half of them immediately lowered their heads, and a few of the foundation building stage monks showed slightly surprised looks, but they also quickly lowered their heads and continued to write.

Mucho took the belt tag and tied it around his waist, sat down in the empty seat, and looked at the others.

I saw that these monks had more or less a few books on their desks, and there was a stack of white paper in front of them, holding a black charcoal pen in their hands, and they were writing hard there.

I have never seen a charcoal pen, there is charcoal, there is a charcoal, the charcoal pen is wear-resistant, and the pen is delicate, most of the Yuannan Wangfu uses a charcoal pen, but in order to prevent the hands from being blackened, the charcoal pen is generally sealed with a stone pen.

These monks apparently used this kind of charcoal pen, only a little finer.

After a while, Dai Siqi brought a stack of books and paper, threw it on the table in front of Wu Chang, put down a charcoal pen, and said expressionlessly: "You must finish copying these today, and check them twice, there must be no typos, otherwise, you are not allowed to go back to rest." ”

I didn't look at it for a long time, there were three books, a finger thick, and I couldn't help but be surprised: how is this possible!

Even if he could catch up with the writing speed of others, it would be impossible for him to finish such a thick three books in one day.

Not to mention that half a day has passed.

What's more, he doesn't have such a fast writing speed, although Wuchang has read a lot of books, has a good memory, and never forgets, but he writes very little, and the writing is also very ugly.

But he didn't move, nodded, and moved the book and paper in front of him.

Even if he can't finish writing, with Elder Ning Ping here, Dai Siqi can't do anything to him.

Dai Siqi gave him a strange look, ignored him, and then walked to the front chair and sat down, inspecting them one by one.

Wu Chang happily removed the paper, revealing the top book, and then was stunned, this is not a book of exercises, and there are three big characters written on the cover: Foreign Object Zhi.

There are also three small words on the back: Lite Edition.

This is a book that records all kinds of foreign objects in ancient and modern times.

Wu Chang moved away from the first book, and the cover of the second book read: Strange Beasts.

Let's look at the third book: Strange Feelings.

It's also a minimalist version.

It's not a book of exercises and spells!

Wu Chang understood, maybe the new disciples had to copy this kind of painless book first, but it could also be that Dai Siqi did it on purpose.

He sighed secretly, it was impossible to go to Ning Ping for this matter, so he could only endure it first, and then he would practice his pen.

Wu Chang opened the strange feelings, and the second page is an introduction, introducing the content of this book, which is an anecdote about ancient and modern places, as well as some unconfirmed rumors, and some unique conjectures of disciples in the past.

Even though these books are not beneficial to cultivation, they can also have a deeper understanding of the world in which they live.

He began to transcribe slowly.

It's just that his words are so ugly, not only of different sizes, but also crooked, that even he can't read it himself, so he has to throw it away and rewrite it, just write a brief introduction six times before he can see it slightly, put it aside, and copy the second page.

Dai Siqi watched him waste paper for no reason from a distance, and he didn't pay attention to it, just sneered slightly.

The second page is a general introduction, talking about the history of the Yuanling Continent, according to rumors, hundreds of thousands of years ago, the aura of the Yuanling Continent is like rain, abundant to the extreme, people do not need to practice at all, they can live forever, after a long time, they can become immortals, they call friends, fly freely between heaven and earth, and then the aura slowly becomes thinner, many immortals are gradually looking for other places, their descendants become mortals, multiplying on the Yuanling Continent, some people in order to also become immortals, expounding thoughts, creating a variety of exercises, handed down, and finally formed the current orthodox exercises, while using the aura to prolong life, while gathering aura, and finally turned into a spirit, immortal, but most of the people in the Yuan Ling Continent have become mortals and have lost the ability to sense aura.

Wu Chang was surprised and delighted that there was such a story in the Yuanling Continent, and he couldn't help but question the evolution of the entire astral body.

According to Caiyi, this is a planet, isolated, surrounded by only three small stars, a spiritual sun and two moons, how did it come to be?

What is this aura?

Caiyi said that his hometown is an interstellar world, full of planets, but there is no aura, and the law is very different from here.

It's just that the Strange Sentiment is a simple version, only a simple description, and no longer can get more information from it.

After staying for a while, Wu Chang began to copy, in fact, it was silent writing, because he had never forgotten it, he had memorized the whole text, and only looked at the original book again in the place where he remembered that it was not very accurate, and the silent writing was more accurate than copying, and after writing, he checked it again, and there were no mistakes, and then put it aside.

There is a small bottle on the table with a gelatinous liquid in it, and if you smear it on the typo, it will soon become a thin film, remove the film, and the carbon word will go with it, and you can write the correct word in the empty space.

Behind are some ancient rumors, written without long notes, the speed slowly increases, and the handwriting gradually becomes neat.

In the middle, someone brought a meal, all of them were monks in the Qi cultivation period, and the meal was also very simple, there were no vegetables and soup, just a pastry mixed with some vegetables, and water, which was far inferior to the treatment of the palace.

Wu Chang knew that the Lingxia Sect was a sect of cultivating immortals, and it was impossible to enjoy life like the mortal world, so he didn't care, anyway, Dai Siqi didn't treat him harshly alone.

The toilet has a separate hut on the other side of the room.

Wu Chang calmed down, and gradually accelerated the speed of memory and writing, but when it was getting late, there was still a small half of the first book of strange feelings.

He didn't say much, he continued to copy, and the work of the first day was not completed, so he could only add extra time.

There is a spiritual lamp on the top wall, which illuminates the room very brightly, and the spiritual lantern is a simple spiritual weapon.

Gradually, the others finished copying and handed it over to Dai Siqi and left, and there were fewer and fewer people.

After two hours, there was only one person left, and at this time he had just copied the strange feelings away.

Dai Siqi walked over, looked at the paper he copied, frowned slightly, and said, "The font is not good, the speed is too slow, it looks like you have to stay here all night." ”

"Uncle Daishi, I must have copied them all. Wu Chang said.

Dai Siqi said: "Very good, it's good to have ambition and perseverance, you are Elder Ning's person, I'm not embarrassing you, you look at other people, the amount is bigger than you, you just came, it's understandable to be slower, practice slowly, I won't accompany you, remember, don't leave this room." ”

Then he put his hands behind his back, and Shi Shiran walked out of the room.

Wu Chang began to copy the second book, The Chronicles of the Beasts.

The Chronicles of Alien Beasts are written about various beasts seen and legendary in ancient and modern times, including ordinary beasts, demon beasts, and demonic beasts, but excluding birds, and birds have other alien birds.

Wu Chang was very interested in Warcraft, so he turned to Warcraft first, and it said that Warcraft were different from spirit beasts, but they had very powerful abilities, and most of them appeared in the Death Desert west of the Qiyun Mountains.

No long began to transcribe from Warcraft.

The first monster is the sand monster, the sand monster gathers in the sand and takes shape, with a slight appearance of limbs, and will take the initiative to attack any living thing nearby, but the consciousness is very weak, the movement is slow, and a single sand monster is not to worry, but if you encounter a group of sand monsters, even the monks are not spared, because the sand monster has an immortal body, can be restored to shape indefinitely, and often grinds inexperienced monks to death.

The reason why the sand monster is included in the Chronicle of Alien Beasts is because its behavior resembles that of certain beasts.

There are more powerful sand devils in the back, sand demons can send spells like some spirit beasts, and there are only two spells for sand devils, sandstorm and sand trap.

The sand depression will make the person walking in the sand suddenly step into the air, nowhere to settle, sink deeper and deeper, and can produce a strong suction, which is difficult to prevent, and will suffocate to death if sucked under the yellow sand.

The sandstorm swept up the dust in the sky with a strong wind, and the sand particles hit the people like sharp arrows, even if the monk could fight with spiritual weapons and spells, but the sand grains were endless, and the monk would eventually die of exhausting spiritual energy.

There are all kinds of monsters in the back, including magic rats, magic snakes, magic cows, demon wolves, etc., some of which are passed down orally after being seen, and some are just rumors, and the source is no longer elegant.

The grinding beast occupies less space, and Wu Chang has a simple understanding of the demonic beast, and he also has curiosity and fear about the Death Desert west of the Qiyun Mountain Range.

After that, there is no long copy of the demon beast chapter.

The description of various demon beasts in the Alien Beast Chronicle is more detailed, because the east of the Xuanlong Mountain Range is the Ten Thousand Beast Forest, and the disciples of several major sects often go to the Ten Thousand Beasts Forest to practice, and they know a lot of demon beasts very well, and some demon beasts can also be domesticated into spirit beasts, for the monks, and if there are powerful ones, they can also become assistants in the battle.

People generally call wild spirit animals monsters.

Because it is a simple version, the Chronicle of Alien Beasts only records some common monsters.

It was already the night after I copied the entire book of Alien Beasts for a long time.

It was not until dawn that the foreign body chronicles were copied, and the foreign body chronicles were mostly strange things, and there were also descriptions of various spiritual weapons.

Wuchang became more and more sleepy, and after copying, he fell asleep directly on the table.

It didn't take long for him to hear someone call him: "Yuan Wuchang, wake up, and continue to copy books." ”

Wuchang opened his eyes groggily, raised his head, and shook his head, only to find that the three books and papers he had copied had been taken away.

Dai Siqi put down three more books, Strange Birds, Different Insects, and Different Trees, all of which are also simple versions.

Wu Chang patted his head and moaned secretly: "Don't let people live, let me die." ”

He no longer felt that copying books was a beauty difference.

Because of the confusion, the speed of memory and writing has been greatly reduced, and the number of typos has increased a lot, and the efficiency is very poor.

There were no new books this time, and Dai Siqi announced with an expressionless face: "Yuan Wuchang, because you are not qualified for the work of copying books, Elder Ning transferred you to the Spirit Bird Garden to take care of the spirit birds, you go to the Spirit Bird Garden to report." ”