"Ye Changsheng, let the old man take a look!" Regardless of the gaffe, Lu Shanchang stepped forward quickly and took the silver pen from Ye Changsheng's hand.

The silver pen is heavy in the hand, more than a palm long, the whole body is moist silver, only at the tip of the pen is a little black, as if perennial ink stains infected.

The round pen body is naturally closed downward, and the body circumference has increased a little, and the arc is unusually smooth and smooth, with an indescribable sense of beauty.

The nib is a carved three-legged toad, a rounded bead that connects the nib to the nib.

The pen head, the pen body, the pen edge, the perfect one, the simple and elegant lines, like a dancing graceful girl, will be her most beautiful figure in front of the world.

Lu Zixin's eyes were full of brilliance, and he looked at the pen carefully, his fingertips gently slid over the ancient characters on the pen, and his whole hand trembled slightly.

Ye Changsheng stood aside, smiling silently, he had expected this scene in front of him a long time ago.

When he first saw the Giant Que Sword, with his unique sensing power, he was able to capture the aura hidden in the Great Sword.

It turned out that his induction was not wrong, a dagger was hidden in the greatsword, and a pen was hidden in the golden dagger.

The wrapped gold blocked his exploration, so he didn't expect that the treasure that exuded the aura of grandeur would be a pen.

An Zhisu of the General Guild of Refiners also flashed a trace of envy in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Mountain Chief, such a treasure, don't you comment on it?"

Lu Zixin smiled, raised his head, and saw that everyone was looking at him, so he laughed: "Since this is the case, then the old man will be ugly." ”

He erected the silver pen and looked at Ye Changsheng: "First of all, this is a hairpin pen." ”

Hairpin pen?

Ye Changsheng was surprised, took a closer look, and sure enough, this pen was like a hairpin.

Lu Zixin said leisurely: "The hairpin pen, also known as the hairpin pen, the literati doctors in ancient times, would record something anytime and anywhere, so they designed a pen, when not in use, it was inserted in the ear or in the bun, and it would be taken off when it was used." ”

"As the old saying goes: the waist sword, the pen, show that the gentleman has the preparation of civil and military skills," Lu Zixin smiled, declaring sovereignty and looking around at everyone, "So this pen is my Confucian thing, there is no doubt about it." ”

The masters couldn't help but pout their lips secretly, everyone knows that this is your Confucian thing, but it is also Ye Changsheng's thing.

What are you proud of now, Ye Changsheng is willing to transfer it to you, and he will say it!

Lu Zixin pretended not to see everyone's "disdain", and continued: "Look at this head again, it is the legendary three-legged golden toad of the Moon Palace, which means the title of the gold list, and the Toad Palace is crowned, which is also the auspicious fortune of Confucianism since ancient times. ”

Looking at the poems on this body, it is a famous sentence praising Taibai poets. Lu Zixin shook his head and said:

The Milky Way at the bottom of the pen falls for nine days,

He was haggard in front of the mountain.

The world is smearing hands,

Treat Lu Lian in vain.

"This poem is to say, the poet immortal writes poems, hearty, in one go, like the nine-day waterfall falling down, not like the pedantic people of the rice mountain rigidly pick out the words, and on the other hand, the poet fairy is not reckless, but has his inner deep meaning and sustenance......"

When Lu Zixin was self-absorbed, Taixu Zhenren couldn't help but interrupt: "Mountain Chief, Shixian is known as Qinglian Layman, and he is also a member of my Taoist family. ”

Lu Zixin was furious, glared at Taixu Zhenren, and said coldly: "At the beginning, the master once greeted the old man, why didn't you say that the master is also a member of the Taoist family?"

Taixu Zhenren didn't care, and smiled: "Why not, Dacheng's most holy ancestor Confucius Wenxuan Wang Xingru Shengshi Tianzun, isn't this one of the immortals worshiped by my Taoists?"

Lu Zixin sighed twice, and the word "shameless" was not uttered in the end.

Ye Changsheng and the others watched the two bickering, feeling very novel and interesting.

On weekdays, these masters are unsmiling, unfathomable, and unapproachable, and only today I saw their innocent side.

The moral real person said, with the thickness of virtue, compared to the child, Yasheng said, the adult, do not lose his pure heart, probably practice to the extreme, is this kind of return to the basics.

Looking at the hairpin pen in Lu Zixin's hand again, everyone was also eye-opening.

A small pen has such a rich connotation, not to mention, its intrinsic value.

Lu Zixin looked at the pen in his hand, his expression was solemn, and he continued: "The metaphysical is the way, and the metaphysical is the instrument. Throughout the ages, what the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism pursued was nothing more than the unity of Taoism. ”

The masters, including the Taixu Zhenren, nodded one after another, there is nothing wrong with this, the unity of Taoism and instruments is indeed the highest realm.

The Tao is naturally the Tao of Heaven, and the Tao is manifested because of the instrument, which is the carrier of the Tao.

If this instrument refers to all things in heaven and earth, and the Tao is in it, it is the unity of all things, and if it refers to man, the Tao is in it, then it is the unity of heaven and man.

Lu Zixin's expression was solemn, and he held the pen in a writing posture, and the aura in his body erupted.

The silver pen barrel flashed with a soft brilliance in an instant, and a huge and deep aura spread outward.

The tip at the bottom of the barrel is as black as ink, flashing with black light, as if it has been soaked in thick ink, and the sharp tip seems to reveal a bit of softness.

An Zhisu was a senior refiner in the end, and he was the first to react, and couldn't help but be moved: "The pen of freehand?!"

A freehand pen?!

The master's heart shook, staring straight at the glowing silver pen, and he couldn't take his eyes off it anymore.

Among the four secret techniques of Tianxuan Continent, Taoist Fu Seal Technique, Demon Gate Blood Channeling Technique, Buddhist Mudra, Confucian Freehand, among the four secret techniques, Confucian Freehand is the most mysterious and the most vast.

The practice of Confucian freehand is inseparable from a pen of "Taoist unity", the Tao is contained in the pen, and the pen can show the Tao, which is the unity of Taoism.

Such a pen is a "freehand pen".

The freehand pen itself is a powerful magic weapon, which is extremely difficult to refine.

What's even more difficult is that it is like a swordsman's sword, which must be cultivated for many years before it can have its own spirituality, so as to exert the power of freehand.

The silver pen in Lu Zixin's hand is like an ancient Confucian sage, and it has already cultivated the spirit of the "pen spirit"!

Just when everyone was shocked, Lu Zixin's face was flushed, as if he couldn't control the pen, and the tip of the pen with thick ink slid rapidly in the air a few times.

Ye Changsheng saw the trajectory of the tip of the pen clearly, it was a "Ding" character.

The originally cold space suddenly became warmer, and the ice skate hanging under the cold casting tripod quickly dissolved.

Everyone's body is warm, and at the same time, there is a kind of high-spirited excitement in the heart that has never been before.

Ding, the fourth of the ten heavenly stems, belongs to fire.

Ding, the font is like a big tree growing out of the crown, and like the human body is just growing, it is the beginning of prosperity!