Just as Qiuqiu didn't know how she got into the seventh peak, she couldn't tell how she got out.

She carried Dabai in one hand and picked up the pen on the table with the other.

Then all of a sudden, the surrounding scenery was like a layer of cover removed, and the pavilion, living room, bookshelf, and table that were very real just now were all taken off like a scrapped pictorial.

Behind the pictorial, of course, there is no blank space.

The damp wind by the river blew her hair back.

Qiuqiu looked around.

Okay, it's back.

And the guard was on the river beach not far away, and behind him stood the two waterfowl.

Didn't she disappear, and everything she saw was an illusion?

No, no, definitely not.

Guan Wei strode over to her, and his anxious look even made Qiuqiu wonder if he would hit her headbutt.

"You ......" Guan Wei stopped abruptly in front of her, but the strong wind he brought made Qiuqiu's eyes squint suddenly.

"Where did you just go?"

"How long have I been there?"

The two asked almost at the same time.

Then Guan Wei took a deep breath and replied to her first: "About a cup of tea." ”

But Qiuqiu felt that he had disappeared for most of the day!

"I see, I've gone to the seventh peak."

Guan Wei's answer made Qiuqiu a little sure.

She hadn't been daydreaming just now, she had indeed disappeared into this space.

But is the time passage of the seventh peak different from the outside world?

Guan Wei's lips were tightly pursed, and he even spoke a little cautiously: "You...... Remembering the past? ”

"Nope." Qiuqiu honestly lifted the fat rabbit in his hand up, so Da Bai became face-to-face with Guan Wei: "I just met it." ”

Guan Wei obviously knew the rabbit as well: "Big white? ”

From beginning to end, autumn and autumn are all nonsense. Didn't understand what was going on at all, it was like sleepwalking.

She regretted it a little.

The great opportunity to enter the seventh peak just now was wasted by her, so she should take this opportunity to do something.

As for what to do...... How to do it, she didn't know though. But it's better than going in for nothing and coming out empty-handed, right? At least do something meaningful.

But the truth is that as if she had been walking for a while, she went to the seventh peak to browse around and then returned the same way.

Ah, no. She didn't come out empty-handed.

She clutched a rabbit in one hand and an old bald brush in the other.

Although this rabbit has not found any other use for the time being except for selling cuteness and eating, this bald brush has probably been placed for too long, and the pen barrel is old and cannot see the original color, but this is also a souvenir of two weights.

Qiuqiu brought both of these things back and showed them to Shi'er.

Shi'er must be busy every day.

Before coming into contact with this strange world, Qiuqiu always thought that these immortals and masters were not eating fireworks in the world, and they were all swordsmen in a hurry. Never contaminated with anything vulgar.

But the more you know. I found that my original idea was more ridiculous.

The days of casual meditation were quite hard. Without any shelter, everything has to be on your own. Even if you want to refine an elixir to condition your body, you have to start from scratch. Pick the medicine first. After picking it back, it will be processed, and then it is necessary to find a Danding with acceptable quality to refine. In this process, not only must you be careful of some ferocious beasts, but you also have to beware of more ferocious people who want to kill people for nothing.

And the premise of refining medicine by yourself is that you must have the ability to refine medicine. Alchemy is not a popular skill that everyone can do. Most people can only beg others to refine medicine.

So the Wulou faction is quite open. Especially Jin Zhenren, who has a wide range of contacts and is particularly popular.

Not to mention the elixir, the scattered cultivators should strengthen their abode, set prohibitions, hide and protect themselves. Most of the time, their cultivation has no one to guide them, so they can only rely on their own exploration, and many of them have no one to protect the Dharma when they are in retreat, and once they go mad, they really have no way to ask for help. When he lives, he is silent, and when he dies, he is equally silent.

Therefore, many people are willing to join the sect and ask for refuge. It is especially difficult to enter the famous faction, because the system of the gate faction is strict and the treatment is good, but in the same way, the gate faction will not accept people easily.

There must be a lot of people in Jiufeng, just the medicine garden that Qiuqiu saw, there were many disciples there to take care of the cultivation yesterday. It takes a lot of effort to manage so many people and so many things, mediate relations, and balance forces. In addition to these affairs, he also had to cultivate...... There is really not enough time.

"You went to the Seventh Peak?"

Shi'er sat down next to her.

Qiuqiu told her about her experience today. Her expression skills are not very good, and today's encounter is too bizarre, often talking about forgetting the past, and digressing as she talkes. Although she wanted to finish as briefly as possible without wasting the time of picking up the children, the fact was that by the time she finished speaking, the night was already dark.

Shi'er showed no impatience.

Not only was he not impatient, but he even listened very intently—even very intoxicated.

It seems that as long as Qiuqiu says it, no matter what content or topic he says, he listens to it willingly.

As proof of today's encounter, Da Bai has been lying on her lap and refusing to move.

Another piece of evidence is a half-bald brush, which is now sitting on the table.

Needless to say, Shi'er is certainly familiar with it.

Shi'er even reached out and touched Dabai's ears.

Rabbit ears are easy to touch, warm and soft, and especially smooth to the touch.

But this pen, Shi'er shook his head and said, "It's not your thing, and it's not mine." ”

"But it's in that room."

Then the ownership should belong to her.

Qiuqiu felt that this thing should not be important, and most of it was placed there casually at that time.

But after Shi'er picked up the pen, his expression became serious and solemn.

"This is Shang Zhangfeng's thing."

"Who?"

"The former palm peak of the seventh peak, Shang Zhen." Shi'er showed her the pen.

There is a circle mark on it, and in the circle is a small but very clear Shang character.

If it weren't for him. Qiuqiu didn't notice that it was a word at all, she had just thought it was a meaningless decorative pattern carved casually.

Shang Zhen should be the palm peak with a lot of calligraphy and painting in that house.

Qiuqiu felt that although she was informal, she definitely did not have the habit of taking things from other people's palaces and using them without telling her.

Then why didn't this item appear on Shang Zhen's room in her former room?

Is she in a hurry to find a pen? Unlikely.

That...... It can't be Shang Zhen who sent her, right? People have soared early, okay?

But Shi'er's conclusion was the answer that Qiuqiu thought was the most unlikely: "This should be given to you by Shang Zhangfeng." ”

"Give it to me?"

This pen is probably the one she uses the most. It came from the hand of a famous elder at that time, that elder was good at refining weapons, he refined more than a dozen famous magic weapons in his life, this pen if I remember correctly. It should be the congratulatory gift that Shang Zhangfeng received on his birthday, named Ink Frost. ”

Does the ink turn into a cream?

That's a good name.

But Qiuqiu felt that what Shi'er said was unlikely: "Didn't Shang Zhangfeng soar early?" ”

Shi'er said: "After we returned to the Central Plains that year, you once hurriedly turned back, and you told me that you met Shang Senior, and it should be the spiritual imprints she left that gave you some guidance. This pen should also be something left for you at that time. ”

Wow!

Artifact.

Qiuqiu's eyes suddenly lit up, staring at the bald and broken pen......

I really didn't see that this one had such a big origin, it's really unseemly. Just look at its bald hair, who knew it was so powerful.

Shang seniors entered the Tao with paintings, and this is equivalent to the sword of a swordsman. The pharmacist's ding.

She gave this to her. This is an affirmation and encouragement to her.

Although Qiuqiu doesn't know what this thing is for.

What about the pen. Of course, it's for writing.

But Qiuqiu couldn't think of what to write with this pen so that it was not insulting.

But what else can a pen do for other than writing?

Oh, and still fight? But it's not a brush that can be used in a fight, it's a judge's pen, right? And if you fight with this pen...... Is it able to poke? Can you split? Can you cut it?

You can't throw it out as a hidden weapon.

Shi'er said: "I don't know much about Shang Zhen's predecessors. But I once saw this ink cream in a book, and it doesn't need to be dipped in ink for writing and drawing. ”

"No dipping ink?"

"It is said that you can get wet. Shang was a painting nerd. I often walked and walked and became distracted, and then I used my fingers to draw out of thin air. So she cherished this ink cream after receiving it and kept it with her. ”

Uh, autumn and autumn embarrassment.

Is it said that the reason why Shang seniors liked ink cream is that it is so convenient to scribble everywhere at any time?

Imagine that Shang Seniors had a brush pinned to his waist wherever he went, and from time to time he would stop to draw on the paper on the wall and on the ground......

Well, this habit is placed on the predecessors of Shang, that is the demeanor of the art master, to the affection to the sex, informal. If it is left on ordinary people, it will definitely be regarded as destroying the environment and posting small advertisements indiscriminately.

But from another aspect, Senior Shang gave her something that he loved to use so easily, which was really an unusual gift.

"Let's try it, then." Qiuqiu was curious about how to write without ink.

Shi'er readily agreed, and then poured some water into the inkstone.

Qiuqiu tried to dip a pen in some water and write a thick horizontal on the spread of paper.

Her eyes widened!

It's black!

This is what she saw with her own eyes, and there is no falsehood.

It's a brush that can write without ink! And since it is not dipped in ink, it means that you don't need to wash the pen after use!

In fact, Qiuqiu doesn't hate writing, what she doesn't like is the tedious preparation before writing and the complicated finishing procedures after writing. I used to hear that Wang Xizhi was washing his pen in the pond in front of his house, and he washed a pond into black water, and the white geese inside were all black footprints...... It's really damaging to the environment.

It's a hassle-free. If Shang had any inspiration back then, he would have liked to write it down and draw it, but he had to pour water and ink to lay the paper first...... After such a series of efforts, perhaps the inspiration would have spread its little wings and flew away.

For Qiuqiu, it is not so useful.

First, she doesn't love to paint. Although it's very convenient to say that you don't need to polish ink or something, but with such a commemorative pen, she can't usually just use it to write a letter or something, it's really a waste of things.

"Let's find a good box and put it in."

I have to keep it in my possession, so that she won't lose it and break it.

ps：

Yesterday I ate a dish with Hainan characteristics, which is coconut rice, which seems to be steamed with glutinous rice stuffed into coconut shells, which is very fragrant and coarse~~~RO

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