"Master Di, what is the mystery of this Vientiane Tibetan Yuan, why are you and Qi Xuezheng ......" Qin Zhan's face was very ugly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Patriarch Qin, don't be impatient, this is not the time to explain," looking at the thin net woven by transparent silk threads in his hand, and the tenacity and strength he felt when his fingers came into contact with the fine net, Di Changli felt a lot better.

This is Tianluo, Tianluo, taken from the net of Tianluo and earth, is a rare treasure with strange efficacy.

"Hehe, if it weren't for that kid's sneak attack, Xi Wei would have relied on this Tianluo, Qi Lao Ghost, you might not have been able to help her, it's a pity that ......" It's a pity that Di Changli didn't say anything, but Qin Zhan and the others present all understood.

"Master Di, don't talk nonsense, he made such a big move, there must be a shocking scheme, I can't say, he will take action in person later, after that time, no one will come to pity us. Qi Changtian took out the bronze wine cup again, and at this time, he and Di Changli stood side by side, and behind them, there were Qin Zhan, Cao Mengde, and Li Yunlong. It's not that he has a good heart, he knows better than others the horror of Vientiane Zangyuan, Qin Zhan and the three of them are the powerhouses of the peak of the eighth grade, and they can also play a role in a critical moment.

As for Chen Yuan, Qi Changtian's eyebrows were cold, only a dead enemy can be regarded as a good enemy, and dying on Vientiane Zangyuan is not an insult to this genius.

"It's going to start!" Di Changli reminded at the same time, the Yuan ink in his body erupted out, rushing to the fine net in his hand, and then, I saw that this ink treasure, known as Tianluo, was unfolded lightly above everyone's heads as if it had no weight, and on the transparent network line, countless pinpoint-sized characters shone with a faint luster, shining like stars. Then, the threads unfurled like an upside-down bowl, enveloping them inside.

After Di Changli had done this, as he had said, the increasing red light on the ground seemed to have been stimulated by something, and the speed of increase increased sharply, quickly connecting into one, and like a tide, it began to spread to other places. The strange thing was that there were so many red lights, but none of them moved in the direction of Di Changli and them.

"It is worthy of being the treasure of the town society of the Yamamoto Book Society, and it is really quite wonderful. Qin Zhan sighed, he was not stupid, naturally he would not think that the red light would avoid this place for no reason, obviously, Tianluo's might could make the red light retreat. Thinking of this, Qin Zhan's eyes when he looked at Di Changli were a little more envious. Why doesn't he have this kind of treasure?

Huh, seeing the red light retreating, Di Changli breathed a sigh of relief, to be honest, whether Tianluo can block this light of separation, Di Changli has no confidence, he just holds the mentality of a dead horse as a live horse doctor, just give it a try. But fortunately, Tianluo did not insult the name of the treasure of the town society, although the loss was quite large, but it was finally blocked.

"Master Di, now you can talk about it, what is this Vientiane Tibetan Yuan?" Seeing this, Qin Zhan couldn't help but ask again. Di Changli and Qi Changtian obviously knew something, and this was exactly what he had to know.

"Patriarch Qin, do you think that this pen was really given by the ancestor of words?"

"This ......" Di Changli's first sentence startled Qin Zhan, so much so that the patriarch of the Qin clan didn't come out for a long time.

The word ancestor blesses, and the pen is open.

This sentence was first passed down by the Mo Pavilion, and now, Di Changli, the head of the Mo Pavilion, why did he raise such a question?

"Hehe, Patriarch Qin, don't worry, there are just a few of us here, and there are some things that if you don't say it first, you won't be able to say it later. Di Changli smiled understandingly, when he first learned about these secrets, his performance was not much better than Qin Zhan's at this time.

"You can listen to what this seat says next, but you must not pass it on again, otherwise, if something happens at that time, don't blame this seat for not reminding you. Speaking of this, Di Changli suddenly became serious, "This pen is not given by the ancestors. ”

The sound was like a golden stone, shaking Qin Zhan's heart.

"Master Di, you mean, this is a ...... of the opening stroke" Cao Mengde still couldn't believe it.

Di Changli was very satisfied with the shock of Qin Zhan and the others, and did not answer Cao Mengde's question, but continued: "Whether a person can start a sharp Dao pen or not has already been decided on the first day of his birth. Regardless of whether he is literate or not, as long as he has a root root, he will have the opportunity to start writing.

Like a sapling, the root matures as you get older.

Generally speaking, when he reaches the age of twelve, the root is fully mature and can participate in the opening ceremony and open the front Dao pen.

However, every time you go through the opening ceremony, if you can't transform the Yuan Root into a Dao Pen, the Yuan Root will wither a point.

Generally speaking, after a maximum of five opening ceremonies, the root will disappear completely, and it will never be possible to succeed in the opening again. This is the reason why the Mo Pavilion decided that if you fail to open the front five times, you will not be able to participate in the opening ceremony again. Even if you have a root root, you can't afford to consume it five times in a row. ”

After saying such a long paragraph, Di Changli stopped so that Qin Zhan and the others could digest it.

"What does the Vientiane Tibetan Yuan have to do with this?" Qin Strategic thought about it, and immediately gave up thinking about the deep meaning expressed in Di Changli's words, and instead led the question back to the Vientiane Tibetan Yuan.

Hearing this, Di Changli laughed twice, and said meaningfully: "Since the root is like a sapling, then, like a sapling, can it be dug up and planted in another place where there are no saplings." ”

Qin Zhan's pupils contracted suddenly, and his body involuntarily took two steps back, almost touching Tianluo's silk thread behind him.

"Master Di, you...... You are...... It was ......" swallowed, almost squeezing the words out of his throat.

"Truly, just like the Qin patriarch thought, the function of this Vientiane Tibetan Yuan is to dig out the Yuan Root of a person who has a Yuan Root, and then plant it on another person who does not have a Yuan Root. ”

"The one who took the root was taken...... Cao Mengde asked dryly.

"Jiji, Patriarch Cao, even the roots are gone, what else can I do, of course I am dead!"

Qin Zhan only felt a chill in his body, and there was a cold air on the soles of his feet that rushed straight to his head, making his scalp tingle.

"Then we ......"

"You, let the old body tell you, and let you know the dead. A woman's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Qin Zhan's words.

"Who is it?"

"Who's there?"

...... Qin Zhan, Cao Mengde and Li Yunlong asked one after another.

Di Changli and Qi Changtian glanced at each other, and they both saw a little bitterness in each other's eyes. "It's her, she's coming!" (To be continued.) )