"The inkstone grinds the ink, and the ink covers the original book treasure and painting treasure by drawing the line, which can effectively extend the life of the magic weapon, but the disadvantage is that it is difficult to achieve the power of the original release by drawing the line!"

With the help of a special inkstone, Zhang Xuezhou was also doing the work of repairing the fixed character at this time.

It is very easy for him to depict this kind of thing, Zhang Xuezhou remembers that the content on the letter is clear, his hand is also very steady, and it is really easy to do some smearing things.

He redrew the calligraphy according to Kong Anguo's prompt, and watched the ink seep into the bamboo slips, and he was satisfied for a while.

Regardless of whether he can use the calligraphy once or twice, he has finished maintaining the magic weapon anyway.

"It's up to you next!"

After maintaining the calligraphy, it was also the picture of the sage of Confucius that he got from the great Confucian Yuangu.

This painting treasure was messed up by the painting demon, and Zhang Xuezhou didn't know if he could repair it properly, and even had the power of the painting treasure.

But the worst outcome is just that Zhang Xuezhou is difficult to use this Confucian Sage Diagram, and now that he has received this kind of treatment, no matter how much he does it, it will not make things worse.

A little mana poured out, and Zhang Xuezhou untied the rope that bound the ancient painting.

"My generation of Tianjiao actually fell into being trapped in the painting for thousands of years, this kind of fate is really embarrassing, young man, can you respect the old, after all, I need to respect ......"

"You shut up first, I found an inkstone magic weapon, see if I can recover this magic weapon a little bit!"

As usual, the painting demon wants to pretend to be an identity and break his mouth, and after some cowhide boasting, Zhang Xuezhou stopped the other party's mouth.

"I just see that you are pitiful, so I borrow you to live in this picture scroll, if you think that you have been trapped in it for thousands of years, and find a separate nest by yourself, I am not willing to borrow you this nest" Zhang Xuezhou said.

"Don't, I still like it here," the painting demon muttered, "It's if you can release me normally, I don't like to be stuffed in it for a long time." ”

"This is not Dongtianmen" Zhang Xuezhou reminded: "This is Chang'an City, the palace of Chang'an City has a demon mirror, don't stumble blindly, lest you be killed by that mirror!" ”

"Bah, look in the demon mirror? Isn't it a demon book? Is this a new treasure created by the world? ”

Hearing Zhang Xuezhou's words, the voice of the demon muttering was much quieter.

"I don't know what to do with the demons, but the Venerable of the Evil Ross River Holy Land is unwilling to be irradiated by the demon mirror, the Flying Feather Demon King was injured by a mirror, and he hasn't recovered for several months, and a little demon like you was probably killed in a mirror" Zhang Xuezhou said casually.

"Why did you bring me to a place like this, isn't it killing me?"

The head of the painting demon is not iron at all, and when he heard Zhang Xuezhou's warning, he muttered dissatisfiedly, and honestly lay back on the picture scroll.

"Don't smear it on me, it smells terrible...... Okay, I can understand that you're going to renovate where I live, but can you get some good material to smear, this low-end material doesn't fit my identity at all......"

Zhang Xuezhou kept painting the portrait of the Confucian saint in his memory, and there were painting demons chattering from time to time.

"Cousin, Miss Wei is here!"

It wasn't until Rong Tianding, who practiced basic skills in the courtyard, shouted, that Zhang Xuezhou had to put down the brush stained with inkstone.

I have to say that it is extremely difficult to perfectly reproduce the portrait of Sage Confucius, and Zhang Xuezhou only feels that what he copied is a fake.

He revised back and forth at this time, and when Wei Shao'er came over, this matter obviously couldn't continue.

"Bachelor of the East!"

The sound of knocking on the door came, Zhang Xuezhou looked at the scroll whose ink had not dried up, and had to spread it on the table, telling the painting demon not to mess around.

"Miss Wei, you ...... Do you have such a big belly? ”

Zhang Xuezhou opened the door to greet people, he just wanted to complain that Wei Shao'er came at an inopportune time, and when he saw Wei Shao'er's upright belly, this made him take his words back.

"I remember that your belly was not so big ten days ago, and the child in your belly grew too fast," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"Bachelor of the East? How do I feel that this person is a bit like the man who treated me in the inn! ”

When Zhang Xuezhou and Wei Shao'er were talking, Chen Zhang, who came after the end of the martial arts class in the evening, looked Zhang Xuezhou up and down, and there was no lack of memories.

But his memories are a bit bad, after all, Chen Zhang and Wei Shao'er are sweet and sweet, where are you thinking about other things.

He only felt that Zhang Xuezhou looked a little familiar, but it was difficult to confirm.

He finally let go of the matter of confirming Zhang Xuezhou's identity, and just stared at Wei Shao'er's face and lower abdomen, and there was no other thing in his eyes.

"You mentioned that I was asked to gather three copies of Codonopsis, Atractylodes, Poria Cocos, Boiled Licorice, Angelica, Chuanxiong, White Peony, Rehmannia Rehmannia, Burnt Astragalus, and Cinnamon for a hundred years, and I have already brought them today" Wei Shao'er said in a low voice: "I also brought a hundred taels of gold. ”

She stretched out her hand and pointed outside the door, Zhang Xuezhou saw several strong men standing in the snow with brocade boxes.

These boxes obviously contain the hundred-year-old medicine mentioned by Wei Shao'er, and there is money in them.

"Chun Yu Tiying asked you to make it up in three days, and you took a long time to make it up," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"It's just money, these hundred-year-old medicinal materials are very difficult to find, this is still Chen Zhang's help me ask for talents these days to get all these medicinal materials" Wei Shao'er was embarrassed and asked: "Does it have a great impact if you take this later?" ”

"It's a bit big" Zhang Xuezhou nodded and said, "I'll take you to Chun Yu Tiying's side to see if she can still help you refine medicine!" ”

If Wei Shao'er got the big medicine on schedule, Chun Yutiying might not argue with Zheng Wukong.

Now that both of them have fallen to the point where they need to recuperate their bodies, how can they have much spare energy for treatment or alchemy.

Zhang Xuezhou had no choice but to do his best, he beckoned to Wei Shao'er, and then led the way to Zheng Wukong's house next door.

At this time, Chun Yutiying's face was yellow-faced, thin, and her eyes were blank, and only some mana that had been washed from time to time proved that the other party was trying to save herself, how could she have the appearance of a radiant female doctor ten days ago.

If it weren't for seeing Chun Yu Tiying again, Wei Shao'er couldn't believe that his doctor was about to die.

"What about Dr. Zheng Wukong?" Wei Shao'er exclaimed.

"His situation is similar," Zhang Xuezhou replied, "If you want to see him, I can take you to the opposite room." ”

"How so?"

Wei Shao'er couldn't believe that he was unlucky to this point.

It's just that she has a patient doctor like Zhang Xuezhou, but the number of doctors in this situation is still increasing.

She listened to Zhang Xuezhou's words on the front foot, and it took a lot of effort to get all the needs of these two doctors, and the two doctors on the back foot looked like they were about to die.

Rao Wei has a tenacious temperament, and at this time, he just wants to say 'God is going to kill me'.