Rumble.

Unknown thunderclap.

Disturb the world.

The drifting rain fell, sweeping through the entire Taihao Sword Sect.

In the room.

Wisps of aura submerged into the body.

Song Zhishu slowly opened his eyes.

He was disturbed by thunder.

The sound of rain outside the window was very loud, and it beat on the eaves, which made people feel a little bad.

The light rain is as moist as a crisp.

Heavy rain is different, it only makes people feel bad.

"Why is it raining so much?"

"There hasn't been any notice from the Heavenly Prison Pavilion."

Song Zhishu didn't push open the window, but was slightly curious in the room.

Normally, if there is heavy rain, the Heavenly Pavilion will put up a notice to tell the monks to be careful, so as not to fall down when climbing the mountain road.

The rain came a little suddenly.

It is impossible for people to meditate and practice.

sighed.

Song Zhishu was a little melancholy.

He has just taken over the task of the sect, if the heavy rain continues, travel is a problem, and such a heavy rain, I am afraid that it will also affect Lingtian.

It's really a house leak that happened to rain overnight.

Don't think about it.

Song Zhishu took out a carving knife from his sleeve, plus a black stone, fixed the black stone on an iron shelf, and began to prepare for his daily work.

In the Immortal Gate, the sect quest is not the only way to obtain spirit stones.

Xianjia Baiyi is also a kind.

Even as long as they are not from a wealthy background or from a good family, most monks will grasp some instincts to some extent.

Among them, the most common ones are alchemy, refining weapons, talismans, formations, inscriptions, divination, imperial beasts, puppets, treasure appreciation, and spirit plants.

And the lowest cost is the spirit plant and the inscription.

Lingzhi said that the ugly thing is that the immortal version of farming is to mature and cultivate.

Of course, if you can learn and master this hundred arts, it will be amazing, for example, there is a seventh-order spirit planter in the Taihao Sword Sect, who has mastered millions of acres of spiritual fields, and the spiritual rice planted is all superb, and it is something that all major immortal sects need.

However, this thing is only available to inner disciples, and outer disciples need to spend contribution points in exchange.

This spiritual planter has extremely high authority in the sect, and his status is also transcendent.

This is three hundred and sixty-five lines, and the line is the champion.

Song Zhishu did not choose Lingzhi, not unwillingly, mainly because it was useless to learn, Lingtian planting is a popular industry, how many people squeezed their heads to compete for positions, adhering to the law of great popularity and death, Song Zhishu chose the inscription.

Inscription is to engrave some ancient words in gemstones, so that some strange gems can generate power and be blessed on the magic weapon.

It is said that some powerful inscription masters have engraved ancient words on the flesh of people, nourishing spiritual roots, continuing life and longevity, and being reborn, which is incredible.

But the requirements of the inscription master are very high, to be mentally strong, and not only that, but also to master the immortal script.

The so-called immortal script is an ancient script.

The essence of every era is not a practice, nor is it a magic weapon, and in the face of the years, everything is just a void in the end.

Words are different, they can be passed down forever, as long as the heavens and the earth are not destroyed, the words will not be destroyed.

Writing.

It represents a kind of heritage.

The inscription master is to master these ancient immortal inscriptions, so as to engrave them in the jade, and finally inlay these jade stones on the magic weapon or formation.

It can be said that it is all-powerful.

And the older the text, the better the effect.

After a brief wash.

Song Zhishu came to the iron frame, and then held a carving knife in his hand and carved directly on the jade.

Draw the pattern first.

Then the pen walked the dragon and snake, and within ten breaths, the word 'condensation' was carved.

For fifteen years, Song Zhishu has carved this character, and he is naturally proficient.

This is the text of the Middle Ages.

How long the history is, Song Zhishu is not very clear, because every era cannot be measured.

There are a total of 1,500 words recorded in the Ancient Immortal Wenlu, but there are only 365 truly practical words.

Because most of the characters, such as 'I', 'Ministry', 'You', 'Chu' and some names, are meaningless.

The words that can be written into a book have been studied countless times.

Among the three hundred and sixty-five immortal texts.

Every word contains great power, but the realm is not enough to exert the corresponding ability.

Song Zhishu's choice of the word 'condensation' can also be regarded as applicability.

It is the way of condensation.

The engraved jade, blessed on the magic weapon flying sword, can quickly condense qi, if it is blessed on the formation, such as the spirit gathering array, the effect is better.

It's just that such a jade, Song Zhishu can only engrave one in half a year.

The realm is insufficient, the failure rate is high, and the price of a low-grade immortal jade is at least twelve low-grade spirit stones, which is equivalent to four months' income.

But the cost is one of five, in other words, there are only two chances, success and a small profit, if it is a continuous failure, it is a blood loss.

Song Zhishu will engrave twice a year, when he is lucky, both can be made, and only two years in the past fifteen years have been extremely unlucky, and the rest are a little earning, and occasionally blood earnings.

After the inscription is over.

Song Zhishu wiped the jade shavings on the black jade, and after carefully examining it, he made sure that there was no problem, so he used a carving knife to directly erase the traces on it.

This black jade is just an ordinary miscellaneous jade, which is used to practice hands.

In this way, Song Zhishu engraved it five times, and familiarized himself with it every day, just to find the best state, so that the success rate would be greater.

"Alas, if I am a monk who cultivates the fourth level of qi, I am at least seventy percent sure, plus fifteen years of penance, eighty or ninety percent sure, and I don't need to look for a state."

"Sure enough, the realm is the foundation of everything."

Song Zhishu sighed.

Whether it is the hundred arts of the immortal family, or the demon slashing and eliminating the demon, the realm is the foundation of everything, everything is smooth with the realm, and everything is not smooth without the realm.

But thinking of this, Song Zhishu was a little angry, and spent a lot of money to buy a spirit pen, just to increase the probability of thirty percent.

With the spirit pen, not to mention anything else, I can carve jade every three months, four times a year, two pieces at a time.

The cost of forty spirit stones, plus three months of brewing status, and fifteen years of proficiency.

Eighty out of six is not much of a problem.

It's really not too difficult to earn an extra twenty or thirty low-grade spirit stones in a year.

It's a loss.

Blood loss.

I feel a little irritable in my mood.

Song Zhishu came to the desk and began to write silently every day.

Write it again in the morning and evening to refresh your mind, and choose an inscription master because writing the Confucian scriptures silently can speed up the recovery of mental exhaustion, which is of great help.

[The way of the university is in Mingmingde, in being close to the people, and in stopping at perfection]

It's still a university.

Song Zhishu wrote carefully and silently, he injected spirit, and in the past fifteen years he wrote a lot of Confucian scriptures, but in the end he chose the university because of the lack of words.

It can be written in an hour.

Two thousand two hundred and twelve words were written.

Song Zhishu slowly exhaled.

Then set the brush aside, ready to burn the rice paper as usual.

Abruptly.

The words on the rice paper disappeared one by one, turning into wisps of white smoke.

“？”

Song Zhishu frowned, he was a little surprised and surprised.

In the past fifteen years, he has silently written about the university I don't know how many times, but nothing like this has ever happened.

This is the first time.

"Is it .......?"

A bold and terrifying thought suddenly appeared in Song Zhishu's mind.

But before Song Zhishu could continue to think deeply.

The words on the rice paper are all gone.

Then it turned into a beam of blazing white light and drilled into the center of Song Zhishu's eyebrows.

At that moment, Song Zhishu fell to the ground and passed out.

His consciousness sank directly.

As if falling into an abyss, his mind was extremely dizzy, and there was an illusion of infinite fall.

It's like death.

I don't know how long it lasted, but just when Song Zhishu's consciousness was completely sinking, a magnificent voice suddenly sounded.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

Ancient bells rang.

awakened Song Zhishu's consciousness.

Slowly open your eyes.

Song Zhishu was stunned.

Saw.

A magnificent pagoda towers in front of itself.

The pagoda is magnificent, blooming ten thousand rays of light, the fairy jade is the base, the divine stone is the step, the glazed tiles, the octagonal tower body, look closely, there are nine folds, just one glance, it makes people can not forget for a lifetime.

"This ...... Is it my chance? ”

After a quarter of an hour of dementia, Song Zhishu came back to his senses, he felt incredulous, and couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

Fifteen years.

Fifteen years.

I've traveled through the past fifteen years.

I was stunned and suffered for fifteen years.

But I didn't expect to get the opportunity to create at this time.

To be honest, a few days ago, Song Zhishu thought that if he really got the opportunity to create, he was afraid that he would not be too excited.

The mindset has been settled.

But when the opportunity for creation really appeared, Song Zhishu still couldn't keep calm.

He's excited!

He's excited!

He couldn't wait to look up to the sky and let out a long roar.

After fifteen years of suffering, do you really want to come to Jitai?

Song Zhishu swallowed.

He forcibly calmed his mind, then stepped up the steps and walked towards the pagoda.

Every step, Song Zhishu's mood was excited.

The pagoda is shining with ten thousand ways, and the divine light is brilliant, it must not be an ordinary mortal, and it is very likely to be a legendary immortal weapon.

Such a thing, not to mention making himself an immortal, even if he arrived at the Jindan Realm, Song Zhishu felt that it was enough.

Elixir.

This is a realm that Song Zhishu didn't dare to imagine at all.

It is difficult for him to build a foundation in this life.

Not to mention Jindan?

Jindan is a strong person, can be called a real person, and can enjoy extraordinary treatment wherever he goes.

Swallowed saliva.

Finally.

Song Zhishu came to the bottom of the tower.

A blue-white gate appeared in front of you.

He didn't have the heart to pay attention to the style of the pagoda, and all his mind was cast on the inside of the pagoda.

Very nervous.

There is also a lot of anticipation.

There was no hesitation.

Song Zhishu put his hand on the door and pushed it slowly.

At that moment, the door opened.

All kinds of brilliant light permeated from the pagoda.

And Song Zhishu's gaze was also stunned for a moment.

To be exact, it was shocking.

I was completely shocked by the scene inside the pagoda.

He couldn't believe it.

own eyes.

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To be reasonable, there are no manuscripts, just three chapters.

It's all about heartbeat.

If you don't send a book, you are crazy to write the beginning.

Simply send a book.

Fight for it.

Woo woo woo

I've been miserable lately!!!!!!!