"Why doesn't the fairy squeak?"

"Ouyang Lianghan, you ...... Did you discuss it with that Shangqing Niubi, I have to be ink to make the little slave be squeezed day and night......"

"Well, not really."

"You have taken out all the "True Message", and you don't tell me the truth, it's really too much, even the wisdom is insulted together, don't bring such a ...... to bully immortals"

"Not really."

In front of the desk, looking at Xiao Mojing with a loveless expression, Ouyang Rong's face was also a little embarrassed, and he shrugged:

"It's just that I happen to be able to learn, and I happen to know about Lingmo, so I have to bother you."

"You are talking nonsense, you are not one of those five-bucket rice Taoist priests, how can you learn this method."

"Five buckets of rice Taoist?"

"Fu Zheng Sanshan belongs to Jiangnan Taoism, Jiangnan Taoism originally originated from the Wudou Mi Sect, it used to be called this name, the Zhangjiao has always been surnamed Zhang, and later evolved into the lineage of the Heavenly Master Mansion of Longhu Mountain, which has been passed down for I don't know how many generations......

"Wait, Ouyang Lianghan, do you have the bloodline of the Heavenly Master's Mansion? Are you a descendant of the Zhang family? ”

"Eh, no, it's obviously not a surname, don't give me any relatives."

"Then you learn a fart."

"Swearing again?" Ouyang Rong looked at her with a smile.

"I'm mad at me."

Miao Si leaned back directly, sat upside down on the table, and splashed up, she spread her hands and didn't want to do it:

"Why do you want Lingmo one or two, I ...... I don't have that much literary energy, so I can get you a piece of spiritual ink that can draw talismans, and I want to lose essence blood, I'm so weak, don't draw my blood, it hurts, woo woo. ”

"So, on the side of the Three Mountains of Fu Zheng, there are also ink spirit fairies like you, who were secretly drawn by the Sanqing Patriarch Hall to supply a steady stream of spiritual ink?"

"It's not so rude, but it's almost the same, being cows and horses, every day they are urged to make spiritual ink, and they have to be forced to eat the Xuanmen incense they don't like and produce spiritual ink, otherwise they can't make up for the loss of essence and blood ink......"

"Then you ......"

"I'm a picky eater, I only like the fragrant atmosphere, and I don't like the faint and unpalatable Xuanmen incense."

"So you can't produce spirit ink right now?"

"I can only produce a little bit, I just woke up and recovered, and the Wen Qi I ate is not much, and there are a lot of gifts for Miss Xie to break through the realm, and the excess can only produce a little bit of spiritual ink, which is not enough for you to write a word, I ...... I'm still young, let me go, okay......"

Ouyang Rong was unmoved: "You are not small, don't you know a lot just now and are quite proud, you have existed for at least three hundred years, this is not small?" ”

"......" Miao Si said weakly: "It can't be counted like this......"

Ouyang Rong asked quietly:

"Then as long as you eat Wenqi, can you produce a steady stream of output?"

"Well, that's right, but where to get Wenqi for me to eat, I searched all over Xunyang City, and I didn't see a few real talents, except for a poor and sour little official who lived in the temple, they were not very good, and Wenqi was difficult to eat enough, so I could only eat Hanlei ink ingots to fill my stomach first, and I would just put it on, and it was a meal mixed with it, just like the difference between delicacies from the mountains and seas and white flour steamed buns.

"Hey, the literary atmosphere is rare, the ink envoys raised by Sanqing have to be forced to change to eat incense, they are simply abusing spirits, Ouyang Lianghan is more inappropriate than you."

Miao Si waved her fist, filled with righteous indignation.

"Thanks for the compliment."

Ouyang Rong thanked him, ignored it, took out a pen and paper, and began to write.

"Wait, Ouyang Lianghan, what are you doing?" Miao Si waited for a while, and realized that something was wrong.

"Don't you want a literary tone, is this one enough?"

"Huh?"

Miao Si looked down, her face changed slightly, and she was still stiff:

"One...... How is one article enough. ”

"Then one more, no, ten, twenty, forget it, let's start with thirty......"

Miaosi: "......??" ”

If other conditions were needed, Ouyang Rong would be a little embarrassed, but if he just lacked poetry...... He was admitted to graduate school at the beginning, but he had memorized a lot, and according to the routines of some online articles in his previous life, now he is an old copyist.

Well, in fact, he is usually just too lazy to copy, so he seems low-key, but now he has a poor tone to let Xiao Mojing produce spiritual ink, so he has to give full play to his traditional artistic ability.

Fortunately, there was a small amount of copying and loading in the past, and the inventory was sufficient, and now it is in urgent need and supplied to Miaosi...... In a short period of time, there should be no shortage of literary atmosphere.

Seeing Ouyang Rong lying on the desk, writing hard, and under the dragon-like brush, amazing poems were born one after another, Miaosi couldn't help but lean back, and the desk in front of him was full of unheard of abundant aura.

The little girl in Confucian clothes swallowed her saliva.

Ouyang Rong wrote without stopping, and soon, it was her turn to be anxious:

"Okay, okay, don't write anymore, I know how powerful you are a great poet immortal, you, you don't have a pause, you Laipi, is it that you have already had a draft, it can't really be an immortal, it's strange.

"Okay, please, don't write anymore, enough is enough, you save some, I can't eat any more, oops, you're so rude, ruining good poetry......"

wrote the next article "Picking Mulberries", Ouyang Rong Shi Shiran stopped writing and squinted at her:

"How long does it take for a talisman to be ink?"

The little girl in Confucian clothes squatted down on the desk, carefully rolled up the rice paper full of literary brilliance, moved carefully, took them aside and put them away, she whispered:

"Give Ben Immortal Gu half a day...... Red and black runes, yes, I'll get you the amount of ink to write a red and black rune. ”

"Okay."

Ouyang Rong's memorized poems are actually limited, and some of them are too explosive and peerless to take out, and they really can't be written endlessly, fortunately, although this little ink essence has a big tone, the little belly seems to be quite easy to feed......

Miao Si Meizi sat in a pile of wonderful poems, couldn't help but look at Ouyang Rong with a calm face, and asked with some curiosity:

"Can you really learn the True Message and perform the Pure Enlightenment? Wouldn't that be able to use all the Three Mountains Talismans? The Sanqing Taoist sect knows about this. ”

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "Naturally, I didn't say much to them." ”

"Ouyang Lianghan, are you sure it's not surnamed Zhang? Or...... In the past, there was a person surnamed Zhang next door. ”

"I'll beat you up again."

“……”

Ouyang Rong suddenly looked embarrassed, grabbed the old blackened booklet on the table, stood up, and wandered alone in the study.

The little ink spirit who was greedy for literature couldn't help but raise her head, and her mouth was a little vague as she feasted:

"Hmm, Ouyang Lianghan, hmm, why are you still sighing?

"Fangcun Thunder Pool, Séance Edict, and Nine Turns Dancheng, these three three clear and peerless skills, but they are among the top qi refining techniques in the North and South Dao Sects.

"In the three mountains of Fu Zheng, there are only a handful of Taoist priests who can be qualified to cultivate, you are an outsider, neither the illegitimate son of the Zhang family, nor the Taoist priest of the Sanqing lineage, you can get the study of "True Message", and you are very lucky to get the ink presented by this fairy girl, pie in the sky, it's too late to be happy, why are you still sad?"

Ouyang Rong frowned and turned back:

"Isn't there still a shortage of special rune paper, you can only produce spirit ink, but what about rune paper, there is still a lack of one, it is the most difficult to find...... No, what are you looking at me like that, there is something on my face? Eat your temperament, don't look at people, you look at people like this, if you put it in my hometown, you will be beaten......"

Ouyang Rong was halfway through speaking, when he suddenly noticed that the little female crown of Confucianism had stopped eating, and looked at him with a strange face, Ouyang Rong couldn't help but urge.

"Ouyang Lianghan, you ...... You really don't know? Looks like you don't know anything about talismans. ”

"It's really the first time to draw a talisman, but it's missing the spirit ink and rune paper, no, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean? This fairy aunt really convinced you, hahaha, no, this fairy girl is going to die of laughter. ”

I saw that Miao Si was overwhelmed, covering his stomach with both hands, rolling and happy.

Just as Ouyang Rong was about to stretch out his hand, the little girl on the table suddenly pointed to the old blackened booklet with the word "True Message" written on the cover in Ouyang Rong's hand:

"Aren't the pages in your hand the finest rune paper, what else are you looking for? Hahaha laughed to death this fairy girl, the stupidest, not one of them. ”

“……”

Ouyang Rong let out an "ah", and couldn't help but look down at this old booklet with more than twenty pages, and his eyebrows were raised......

Evening.

In the study of Drinking Bingzhai, in front of the desk, Ouyang Rong was sitting in danger.

The little female crown in Confucian clothes was not in the study, and there were some rhythmic slight snoring sounds faintly coming from the inner room not far away.

It was the wonderful idea of showing off his literary spirit and producing spiritual ink in the afternoon, and he was tired and dozed off.

There is really not a drop left today.

Ouyang Rong was not disturbed by the snoring, he sat quietly at the table, his eyes falling on the few things on the desk in front of him.

First of all, there is a golden bowl, which contains a small half bowl of blood-red ink, exuding a smell of rosin.

Next to the golden bowl was an old blackened piece of paper, as if torn from a booklet, with some withered yellow handwriting written on the other side, and now, the side without writing was facing up.

In addition, Ouyang Rong's drawing talisman pen is also saved, and he directly borrows the snow-white dust of Miaosi.

Anyway, it's all about local materials, and the main thing is to make the best use of it.

In the words of a certain little ink spirit before he got tired of lying down, he is the smartest, and there is no one.

Ouyang Rong glanced at the spirit ink and rune paper, then took out the booklet of "True Message" with the last page of the irrelevant torn up, and flipped through it.

According to the above statement in the "True Message".

The Séance Edict needs to be used in conjunction with the Red and Black Talismans. Those who have learned this scripture can make an exclusive red and black talisman containing the power of a séance edict, which can be worn on the body and used at any time.

Casting the séance edict can summon the upper body of the "god" related to oneself, and the probability of success and the duration of the sustained god are related to the closeness of the relationship.

The "god" who is invited to the upper body has a certain instinctive consciousness, but as long as it is not malicious, it will not snatch the control of the body, but will be refreshed by the "god" of the upper body, and the ability state of the possessed person will be refreshed.

Of course, the possessed person as a container can't be too weak and brittle, otherwise he can't afford the séance and will explode and die. In addition, the true strength of the descended "god" will also be suppressed, depending on the situation of the possessed person, because it is generally from a high position to a low position, otherwise there is no need to descend to a god.

Finally, at the end of the book, when introducing the séance, there is an additional sentence:

The séance edict can actually invite the past self as a "god" to maintain a state of full blood that once had no negative effects......

Seeing the last item, Ouyang Rong glared slightly.

This kind of trick of borrowing strength from his past self to maintain a high level of spiritual state seems to be a bit fierce, and he was still worried about how to invite "gods", after all, he was not familiar with those gods and ancestors of Sanqing, and he couldn't do it "closely related".

Immediately, Ouyang Rong frowned, please go up to himself, that is, to continue the state once, it is not too domineering, after all, when he encounters an enemy like the Candle in the Snow head-on, there is no "dependent voidness" to borrow the sword, even if the séance refreshes the state ten times, he can't beat it......

The introduction above "True Message" is concise and to the point, but Ouyang Rong knows that as a Shangqing peerless school that has been kept in the ancestral hall for hundreds of years, there will definitely not be a superfluous word, and there will definitely be an explanation if there are any precautions.

For example, the trick of descending from one's past self as a deity is mentioned. Therefore, as long as it is within the above rules, it should be permissible to ask God to succeed.

It is worth noting that the truth does not say what kind of existence the so-called "gods" are.

Ouyang Rong studied it, and felt more and more that this "god" was more like a referent.

He can make a red and black talisman that is closely related to him, and then when he is seriously injured, he can invite his previous full state of blood to his body.

But he is not God.

"Since he can descend himself as a god, the so-called god in the manual does not refer to a real god, but a spirit similar to an ethereal god.

"And the past state of the self...... Doesn't that mean that the séance edict can also invite people who have existed in the past...... Can even the deceased be able to go up, as long as it is closely related to me? So this god can also be the heavenly spirit of the deceased. ”

Ouyang Rong suddenly realized, but immediately, he muttered again:

"But I'm not a Taoist, and I don't know how the Shangqing side uses the séance edict, they should have more 'gods' to invite, after all, there have been many powerful people in the history of Fu Zheng Sanshan, and they are enshrined as immortals.

"But I don't know any powerful people, and there are even fewer people who are closely related to me, so I can't invite the little junior sister or Liulang to God, if I can only come from a high position to a low position, the range will be even smaller, how do I feel that it is a chicken rib for the time being.

"In addition, if you invite someone who is still alive, will this person have a feeling, there should be, after all, it is borrowed from the mythological spiritual ......"

Just when his face was hesitating, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the courtyard, and then the shouts of the little junior sister came, as if they were talking to Zhen Shuyuan and Ye Weilai.

Ouyang Rong immediately put away many items on the table and walked out of the door.

"What's wrong? Little junior sister. ”

After Zhen Shuyuan and Ye Weilai and other female dependents, Ouyang Rong immediately asked.

"Daoist Lu is leaving tonight, and he called the prince and the prince to discuss the matter, saying that there is an important matter to explain."

Xie Lingjiang glanced at him: "Senior brother, you'd better go." ”

"Okay."

(End of chapter)