An Ruyue, who is also a Shura, still knows very little about this merman because of her young age, but how can Qing Ci, as a mortal, know such detailed information? Even in the Thousand Machines Pavilion, there is very little information about the merman.

"According to what you say, the scales of each generation of Golden Shark Kings are fused with the scales of the next Shark King after they are made into dragon silk, so aren't their scales already extremely hard, how can such dragon silk be made into a pen tip dipped in ink and paint like ordinary hair?"

"These dragon silks only become extremely stiff when worn on the body to participate in combat, and if they are removed, they are as light as nothing. And the dragon silk is alive, it only has one chance to be reborn after leaving the body of the golden shark, that is, it is integrated with the golden scales of the current shark king, when this shark king is also dying, the dragon silk that did not belong to her before will automatically fall off and lose all its vitality. This lifeless dragon silk is about the same as fish scales. Qingci explained.

"That's how it is...... I really didn't expect that the tip of a mirage pen alone would be such a difficult thing to find, so the remaining three things ......" Jun Yisheng couldn't help frowning and sighed, and at the same time, his gaze subconsciously swept over Hua Chengcheng's face, deeply worried for her.

Sure enough, after listening to Qing Ci's explanation quietly, her brows were deeply entangled, and she suddenly understood a little, why Cang Wunian would say before that he would rather spend his life in a cold and ruthless world, rather than want her to look for the treasures of this world to paint his soul.

It is difficult to repair a single soul pen, or in the case of a pen barrel. Thinking about it, there are still three treasures of ink, paper, and inkstone to be found, and it will take until what year and month will she be able to achieve her wish.

At this moment, Cang Wunian opened his mouth lightly, but the words he said made everyone's hearts that were already sinking even more bottomless: "Long Xuan is already the most traceable one of these things. And the rest is much more than just three things. ”

"What? Painting is nothing more than pen, ink, paper, and inkstone? I already know this, but there are more than three kinds of treasures left, so what's going on?" Jun Yixuan didn't hold back, and his voice was so loud when he asked that he almost startled the other people.

According to the content of this silk record, one of the most important things in painting the soul should be ink, because this ink is not just a specific thing, but is made of several materials. Cang Wunian seemed to have expected this reaction from some of them, but he didn't think there was anything rude about Jun Yixuan.

"What exactly does it take to mix the Soul Ink?" An Ruyue finally spoke. In fact, like Jun Yixuan, she even had the urge to scold her mother for a long time. But Qing Ci had been talking before, and because she was still awkward in her heart, she had been suppressing and restraining herself from taking the initiative to speak to him.

"The most basic thing, we have all heard of, is the dragon blood divine tree in the Kunlun Mountains in the west. Cang Wunian replied.

"Ah, Dragon Blood Divine Tree, isn't that an immortal tree, is it to use the sap of the tree to paint?"

So when I heard the words "Dragon Blood Divine Wood" again, I inevitably had some different emotions in my heart.

"It's not the sap that needs it, it's a root that needs it. Cang Wunian frowned slightly, immersed in a pleasant atmosphere.

"Brother Wunian, I don't understand, what does this root have to do with painting?" asked Hua Chengcheng suspiciously.

"We need to calcine that part of the root into charcoal, and then grind it into ink. Cang Wunian said, but his brows became more tangled.

"If that's the case, it seems that this ink is easier to get than a paintbrush, why do you have such a serious expression, little prince?" An Ruyue saw that Cang Wunian seemed to be more anxious than before, and her heart was also very puzzled.

"The reason why the Dragon Blood Divine Wood is a Divine Wood must be different from ordinary wood, if I guess correctly, this fire that burns the Divine Wood must also be exquisite. Luo Fan said without thinking.

"Yes, the fire used to calcine the sacred wood is the fire of Zhurong. And this ink alone is not enough, even the water to polish the ink is not ordinary water, but requires three tears. Cang Wunian reached out and rubbed his somewhat painful eyebrows, and his tone became even lower.

"Three tears...... These two things don't seem to be related at all, right?" Jun Yixuan couldn't laugh or cry, Zhu Ronghuo sounded like something out of reach. But when it comes to tears, is there any more special tear than merman tears in this world?

"These three tears are certainly not ordinary tears. They are the tears of great love, great repentance, and great enlightenment, and the tears of great love need to come from the dragon clan, at least with dragon blood, and the tears of great enlightenment need to come from the painting soul itself, as for the great repentance...... It must be the tears of remorse that have been shed after someone who has experienced great love has been hurt and hurt others. Cang Wunian exhaled a breath of turbid air fiercely and explained lightly. Because of these strange and hard-to-find things on the silk, a faint anger was aroused in him.

"This, this is simply unreasonable! Not to mention anything else, just the dragon clan, which is completely a legendary god race, how can it really appear in front of us? Not to mention that we have to ask him for a tear, I think it is easier to ask for a fireball!" Jun Yixuan really couldn't help but scold his mother, he was now very skeptical that the purple-clothed fairy who appeared in the mirage light curtain was not playing tricks on them at all.

Luo Fan glared at Jun Yixuan helplessly, and turned to Cang Wunian and said, "Anyway, it's almost a fantasy, you might as well tell everyone the rest." ”

"The rest doesn't seem that complicated, but I think it's a bit vague about what is written on the silk, and I'm not quite sure what it refers to. Cang Wunian said with some hesitation.

As soon as the words fell, he waved his sleeve robe, and a plain xuan fell on the table, with a few lines of strong words written on the rice paper:

Shifan Yu cave for 3,000 years, wild cocoon reeling silk weaving for clothes; 12 hours in December, back and forth to take pictures of people on both sides.

There is a hole in the sea of Penglai, and the sand and snow are idle; the spirit jade is the blood of the matchmaker, and the old people are pitiful at the beginning of Hongmeng.

Everyone stared at what Su Xuan wrote for a long time, all confused, only Luo Fan said with some uncertainty: "It seems that every two sentences of these eight sentences seem to imply one thing?

According to Luo Fan's predecessors, it seems that there is really such a possibility. What do the last few sentences mean?" Aunt Hui's mood also became anxious.

"At the twelfth hour of December, I really don't have any ideas. Needless to say, Penglai Minghai must go and see it when the time comes, there must be something we need in that Minghai. Now it seems that the meaning of the last two sentences seems to be quite vague, there are thousands of spiritual jades in this world, is it possible that each of them can meet the standard of painting souls? As for this blood sacrifice...... It sounds pretty creepy, and I don't know whose blood it uses. Luo Fan replied.

"Well, it doesn't happen overnight to fully understand what is written on this silk. I've just told you about it, but it's only about drawing souls. There are also some seemingly unrelated treasures recorded in it, but I believe that if you are lucky enough to get it, the path of painting the soul will definitely be twice as effective with half the effort. Cang Wunian put his hands behind his back and said leisurely.

"What's next...... What should we do?" Painting Allure is already a little confused, although she has been mentally prepared, but as far as she knows these things, it is no longer "difficult" to describe.

"Steady, let's start with Ice Silk first. After all, your current mana is still too weak, and you still have to start with the skin after all. Cang Wunian smiled lightly at her, from now on, this is the path they need to walk together.

When he left Suiyun Yuan, Cang Wunian did not follow the painting all the way, after all, now that most of the injuries in his body have recovered, the bodies of the two of them are fine, and their consciousness is very clear.

instructed An Ruyue to accompany Hua Chengcheng and pay more attention to the Gu poison in her body, but Cang Wunian left Qing Ci alone.

"The subordinates thank the pavilion master for his trust, and in the past two days, the subordinates have tried to find out the news of Yuanqiao Mountain, so as to help the young lady of Allure find the ice silk as soon as possible. Qing Ci hugged his fists at Cang Wunian, and his tone was very sincere.

"Qingci, I'm getting more and more curious about your origins. Judging from the comprehensiveness and depth of your understanding of the merman clan, could it be that you have a relationship with the merman?" Cang Wunian stood with his hands in his hands, squinting at the scholar in front of him.

"Yes, the subordinate does have some origins in the merman clan. However, the subordinate also said before that now is not a good time to let the pavilion master know the identity of his subordinates. In fact, the subordinates are also looking forward to it, and presumably the cabinet master will definitely let go of the mustard in his heart at that time. Qing Ci smiled faintly.

Cang Wunian glanced at his right shoulder and found that he didn't even have a gauze tied up.

"What's wrong with your right shoulder?" asked Cang Wunian lightly.

"Pavilion Master Xie is concerned, there is only a small injury left and right, and it will be fine soon. I have to say that hearing Cang Wunian's indifferent concern, Qing Ci's heart actually gave birth to a trace of joy.