Chapter Eighty-Six: Imitation of Black Books and White Pens

The Great Hall of the White Family.

Jiang Fengyu was dressed in a Confucian white shirt, holding a cup of tea in his hand, and glanced at the decoration of the house from time to time.

"I have heard that Bai Qingyi, the head of the Bai family, has an elegant personality and is not good at fighting, looking at the layout of his home, it is also consistent with the rumors. He said to himself.

From clothing, food, housing and transportation, a person's character and conduct can be seen.

However, there are also people who are good at hiding, who are clearly regarded as great evils, but are praised as great good people, so they can only see one aspect from these, and they cannot be fully believed!

While he was thinking, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure walking into the main hall.

"Young Master Bai, do you remember Jiang Fengyu?"

Jiang Fengyu hurriedly put down the teacup, then got up, clasped his hands into fists and said, "Xiao Sheng is ordered by the dean today to hand over the things agreed with Young Master Bai before!"

"Hard!"

Bai Ye glanced at the long box placed on the table, and said with a smile: "Lord Dean is really polite! This kind of thing, just inform me, I will go to ask for it, why do you want to come here seniorly!"

Jiang Fengyu was slightly stunned, and there was a burst of surprise in his heart.

How could there be such a big change in this white night?

The last time they met, Bai Ye gave him the impression that there was no one in his eyes except for him, and he didn't complete the task that time, and he was counted down by the dean for a while after he went back, and he was extremely depressed.

This time, Jiang Fengyu was reluctant to come, but the dean ordered him, so he had to take this heavy box that he didn't know what to put in, and came to the Bai family in a huff.

Originally, he was ready to be ignored, but he didn't expect Bai Ye to say such a thing!

"Where is Young Master Bai!"

Jiang Fengyu felt a lot more comfortable up and down, and a smile appeared on his face, "It's just that the dean asked Xiaosheng to ask, Young Master Bai, ...... your previous promise?"

"It's a trivial matter!" Bai Ye waved his hand, "Senior Jiang, I also hope to inform the dean-I, Bai Ye, will never break my word!"

"In this way, Xiaosheng is at ease!"

In fact, Jiang Fengyu didn't know what the dean had agreed with Bai Ye, he just needed to know that this mission could be successfully completed and he wouldn't be scolded when he went back, which was enough!

It's just that he didn't see the white green clothes, which made him a little regretful.

"The dean's explanation has been completed, then, Xiaosheng will leave!"

"Senior Jiang walks slowly!"

Bai Ye nodded, "Elder Mo, send Senior Jiang!"

"Yes, young master!" Mo Lao's voice came from outside the door.

"Tired!"

Jiang Fengyu said in his mouth, but a trace of doubt rose in his heart.

It stands to reason that Bai Ye's rank is lower than him, and he is not as unpopular as before, so if he leaves, Bai Ye should personally send it away!

That Mo Lao must be the housekeeper of the Bai family.

"How do you feel, this white night seems to have become the head of the house?"

muttered in his heart, Jiang Fengyu didn't think much about it, turned around and walked out.

After all, whatever the facts, it has nothing to do with him!

Since it's irrelevant, there's no need to waste your brains thinking about it...... Jiang Fengyu thinks that his head should be used in the place where it should be used, such as chanting a poem or something, maybe he can capture the heart of a young lady.

When Mo Lao led Jiang Fengyu away, Bai Ye squinted his eyes and slowly walked to the table where the long box was placed.

On the same day, he agreed with the dean of the Shengyu Academy that he would move the Bai family to help the Shengyu Academy survive a disaster, and the dean would forge two Xuan-level spiritual soldiers for Bai Ye, plus some books with strange aspirations.

"How many books can I put in this box?"

Bai Ye frowned and opened the box.

What catches your eye is a white pen, a black book, and a note.

Bai Ye looked at the white pen and black book, nodded secretly, and then looked at the note.

"The ancient books of Zhiwei are more precious, you can come to the academy to check them. In addition, the two spiritual soldiers are here, both of which are of the highest grade of the Xuan level, one in black and one in white pen, both of which are forged according to your requirements! I have achieved the two conditions, I hope you have the boulder city in your heart, don't lose your faith!"

These lines of strong and powerful words are obviously from the hand of the dean.

Bai Ye's eyes flashed slightly, and he muttered: "Although there is no illusory 'Bai family', when the time comes, it will not be a fool to let the evildoers make a move." ”

Black book in the left hand and white pen in the right hand.

Bai Ye took the two spirit soldiers in the palm of his hand, and suddenly he was shocked!

"Sure enough!"

In an instant, he had a strong sense of fit with this calligraphy, even if he had been holding the sword for a hundred years in his "previous life", he didn't feel so easy!

"It seems that my natal spirit soldier should be a pen!" Bai Ye said silently in his heart.

Crash!

Bai Ye put down the white pen, opened the black book, and rubbed it gently.

I don't know what kind of material it is made of, but when you touch it, it has a metallic texture and a touch of paper.

This black book and white pen is a drawing drawn by Bai Ye according to the real black book and white pen, and then handed it to the dean of the Holy Language Academy to forge it!

Therefore, there is also a big word "prison" on this black book, but it is ordinary and has nothing special.

"This white pen can still be used against the enemy, but this black book ......"

Bai Ye's brows furrowed, a little puzzled.

The white pen is sharp, can break the gold stone, can not really write, can only be used as a weapon in battle.

But that's fine, because to a certain extent, it's easier to surprise and give it a fatal blow!

But the black book made Bai Ye incomprehensible.

A boxy book, not big or small, and there is no sharpness.

Is it possible to be a shield?

Bai Ye grinned, in this case, why bother to get this book out, it is better to have a shield!

"Huh, this black book and white pen are peculiar, and I can see a trace of 'prison' on it. ”

At this moment, the surprised voice of the water demon spirit suddenly rang in his ears.

The "prison" in her mouth refers to the real black book and white pen.

"It's originally forged according to that shape, can't it be like?" Bai Ye pouted.

"No! you misunderstood what I meant. ”

The water demon spirit suddenly detached from the center of his eyebrows, his beautiful eyes were like water, and he stared at the imitation, "I mean, it contains a hint of 'hell', but it doesn't seem to exist...... In other words, it's like there's some kind of peculiar connection between the two!"

"What?" Bai Ye's pupils shrank, and his eyes were shocked.

He believed that the water demon spirit would not deceive him, and although he was the prison master, the time of contact was still short, and he was not as clear as the water demon inspiration.

But that's a bit of a bizarre!

It was clearly forged recently, and it was only a Xuan-level spirit soldier, how could it be connected to the "Prison"?

Bai Ye suddenly felt that his brain was running out again.

"Summoning that 'prison' and seeing, everything is clear!" the water demon spirit's voice was a little heavy.

She didn't dare to think about whether this imitation of a black book and a white pen would become another ...... Prison!