"Grass Sage ......" Zhong Yue muttered to himself, "Zhang Xu?

Speaking of the drafting saint Zhang Xu, Zhong Yue thought of the big grass that came out of the ghosts, inheriting the penpower of the two kings, and opening the style of Tang calligraphy. Cui Miao and Yan Zhenqing are both descendants of Zhang Xu, such a generation of calligraphers can understand the penmanship from the sword dance of Gongsun Auntie, which is enough to see his talent.

Now in Daqian, he has become a saint in his thirties and has become the top in this world?

For Zhong Yue, Zhang Xu forging bones is more exciting than anyone forging bones.

Yao Ningzhi said with awe: "Well, no one dares to try. Only Jin Wu Changshi, the grass saint Zhang Xu tried, not only tried, but also succeeded, so as to become holy!"

"Why don't anyone else dare to try?"

"The ink method is based on the blood method, separated from the bloodline, this ink rhyme can't be controlled by people at all, a small amount is fine, if the amount is large, it will hurt itself very much. There are some evil sects in Zhongzhou, and if they want to take shortcuts and follow the law of the grass saint, they will not die well. ”

Zhong Yue was slightly surprised, is it so wild? Could it be that he has achieved great evil deeds? He has been constantly running the Broken Ink Chapter these days, absorbing the Heaven and Earth Ink Rhyme into his body, but his bones and veins seem to be able to never be full, there is no sign of saturation at all, and there is no physical harm as Yao Ningzhi said.

"Grass Saint...... Is there a courtyard?"

Yao Ningzhi stared at Zhong Yue, "You won't ...... It's just refining bones, right?"

"You're thinking too much. I'm just thinking about it. ”

Yao Ningzhi looked suspicious, and said: "The upside-down vegetarian wine is too white, this is the three holy immortals of Daqian, they are all scattered people without a court, and it is difficult to find their whereabouts, I advise you to give up." You are not Zhang Changshi, it is impossible to reach his height. ”

Zhong Yue threw half of the steamed bun aside, stood up, and dusted off the steamed bun crumbs from his clothes, "Let's go." ”

Since there are no reference coordinates, it is especially easy to get lost. The previous clouds and mist were not so thick, and with Yun Ni's Gong Participation in Creation, he could extend his ink consciousness to a wide area, but now the Worry-Free Fruit has changed and channeled, and these people who came in did not have Yun Ni's skills, so in this cloud and mist, they were like headless flies, struggling around.

"Why haven't we met anyone in so long?"

Zhong Yue smiled secretly in his heart, if he had to meet someone like this, then he would really see a ghost.

Now Zhong Yue's route, if Gu Haifeng doesn't do anything, just stare at the light point here in Zhong Yue, and then draw the trajectory, you will find that Zhong Yue's snakeskin is actually S-shaped! And during the period, it seems that there is radar detection technology, bypassing many people who are about to meet.

Zhong Yue has more than the rest, that is, there is one more frame of reference, just like a person who is lost in the wild, he can use the North Star as a frame of reference, Zhong Yue is slowly moving towards the Tree of Sanssouciac.

Yao Ningzhi was a little skeptical at first, but as time went by, he gradually lost his patience. Because in such a white space, walking without a purpose is easy to make people frightened and impatient. Especially Zhong Yue didn't talk much, so Yao Ningzhi walked for a long time, and he couldn't hold his breath anymore, feeling that Zhong Yue was also walking around nonsensically.

"Are you kidding?"

Zhong Yue stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"Shhhh ”

Yao Ningzhi's pupils shrank, and he also chuckled in his heart, did he really find it?

Zhong Yue converged the perspective of Moyun Heaven and Earth, and walked very close to Yao Ningzhi.

"This tree is right ahead. Let's look at everyone Yao. ”

Yao Ningren said: "I don't have any experience. ”

Zhong Yue: "......"

The two looked at each other, as if they had seen a fool in each other's eyes.

"I've picked peaches, I don't know if it's experienced?"

Yao Ningzhi was stunned for a moment and said, "It should be counted." ”

The big fairy whose hands don't touch the spring water, Yao Ningzhi is not as good as Zhong Yue in this regard......

As for the question of picking fruits, it still needs to be verified, after all, Zhong Yue has never seen a fruit that can shine.

The two of them walked forward on the clouds, and on this short journey, the two walked directly in the direction pointed by Zhong Yue.

Pushing aside the clouds and seeing the blue sky, when the two of them stepped into a certain secret realm, they both felt that they were used to stepping on the soft feet of the clouds, as if they had fallen on solid ground. The scene became clear.

A towering tree is as tall as a cloud, but in a trance, it seems to be a void illusion, only the two pearls shining on the tree make Zhong Yue and Yao Ningzhi have a real feeling.

"Is this spirit fruit ripe?"

Zhong Yue said, "Didn't the Cloud Palace Lord tell you how to be familiar?"

Yao Ningzhi: "......"

This question doesn't seem to be a question worth asking for Yao Ningzhi.

"Why don't you go pick it up?" said Yao Ningyan.

Zhong Yue was the only one in the clouds who had been watching the Sanssouci Tree from a distance. From the first time he saw the tree, to now, he found that the stars of the fruit on the tree were getting fainter and fainter, and there was a sign of restraint, it seemed, it was still out of the time when it was about to ripen.

"Have you ever heard an old saying?"

"Huh?"

"The melons are ripe. ”

Yao Ningzhi looked disdainful, "But this is not a melon." ”

Zhong Yue said: "The Cloud Palace Lord said that the strange fruit is psychic, but I can't see any strange visions. He looked at the carefree tree from afar, looking puzzled.

"You say ......"

Zhong Yue turned his head and saw Yao Ningzhi's misty eyes, and immediately raised his eyebrows, "Hey, Yao, I said ......."

"Zhong Buqi, come, drink medicine. ”

Zhong Yue suddenly felt a little dry mouth, but he took a step back very consciously, "Neurotic." I'm not sick, and Mao has a medicine......"

However, Yao and the others made angry moves, and Zhong Yue was not allowed to resist at all......

Depend on!

"I don't want ...... Don't drink medicine......"

……

……

Gu Haifeng and the others searched in the clouds for several days, but they found nothing, during which they met three or two people, but they didn't gain anything.

"Why? Could it be that the Sanssouci Tree is not here at all?"

Cao Ling's face was a little thin, and after taking the pill, although she had a full ink rhyme, she always felt a little vain, and even her eyelids were a little unclosing.

"Ancient ...... Senior Brother Gu, I'm a little tired......"

Gu Haifeng threw over a bottle of elixir again, looked disgusted, and said, "It's all your oil bottle." ”

He looked at the compass, it didn't make sense, the points of light on the compass had almost swept across the entire cloud, and there was no reason why he couldn't find it. A tree, is it possible that it still has long legs?

"Senior Brother Gu, what kind of elixir are you, so amazing?" After Cao Ling took the next pill, he instantly radiated, looking energetic, and a strange luster appeared on his face.

Gu Haifeng said with a smile: "The secret medicine of the Sword Pavilion, how can it be compared to the ordinary qi-replenishing pills?" Let's go around the very edge of the place and search again, I don't believe it, I can't find it yet!"