Xianju Mountain Society, the house where the old scholars are piled up with classics.

The unfinished Dao talisman on the table seemed to flow in Chu Jiangkai's eyes.

That scene came to an abrupt end when Chu Jiangkai saw the shadow on the roof of the cave with the faint light on his fingers.

Those colors seemed to flow from Chu Jiangkai's memories to the brush in his hand.

The golden retriever on the tip of the pen sparkles, and the light reveals a variety of colors.

Chu Jiangkai's hand holding the pen suddenly relaxed a lot, and the feeling of lifting the pen disappeared.

What disappeared was the joy of Chu Jiang, who was still a child at that time, the memories of the experience on the cusp of the nine days, and the glory of the mountain, sea and city.

Time has passed, and although the duration of that magnificent scene flashed in Chu Jiangkai's mind, the node of the stop was different each time.

This time, Chu Jiangkai, who was holding a pen, had a node in his mind that was really closely related to this rune and this color.

Chu Jiangkai stretched out his hand gently, and the tip of the pen dotted a little in the gold powder, and the gold powder was attracted by the light on the tip of the pen, and scrambled to attach to it, like a dry pen dipped in a full ink.

And on the Dao Talisman, the eyes that were waiting to be the finishing touch also seemed to sense the brushwork of Chu Jiangkai's hand, and the surrounding lines were eager to try.

Chu Jiang's hand holding the pen became more and more stable, and after being dipped in this gold powder, the golden retriever on the tip of the pen shone even brighter.

Since Zhu Zhenren soared, Chu Jiangkai, whose dantian was broken, actually accumulated a lot of grievances in his heart, even if the mountains seemed to make a lot of exceptions for him, but after all, there was still a difference, although Chu Jiangkai said 'It's okay' on his lips, but it was just what he was used to saying, and he was still a little indignant in his heart after all.

However, at the moment when the brushwork gradually grew and was full and dipped in gold dust, all this was dissipated from his heart.

Just like the street lamps lit by Lao Liu on the square of the City Lord's Mansion back then, they may not be bright enough, but they can still show people who walk at night a way home.

And now these gold dust and this brilliance on the tip of the pen, just like that street lamp, dispelled the night in Chu Jiang's happiness, and at the same time allowed him to find a way out.

The old pedant now is just like the old Liu back then.

The only difference is that Lao Liu didn't know who his lamp would warm after all?

The old pedant's lamp was specially lit for Chu Jiangkai.

In fact, it is not only the old pedant who turns on the lamp for Chu Jiang?

There are also Li Youzhi Jing Wutong them, and even the old Liu, the light of the lamp, although Chu Jiangkai saw it in the daytime, but the old man, staggering and lighting the lamp, Chu Jiangkai can also clearly imagine.

Many people are like this, maybe it's just an inadvertent obsession that can warm others when they need it most.

There is also this old pedant, who gives people a warm feeling from the moment they meet, and can still give the finishing touch of a four-color Dao talisman to a beginner like Chu Jiangkai to complete it with such a reassuring feeling.

These are all warmth, unlike what I saw in the island city back then, Chu Jiangkai has become more and more willing to deliberately feel warmth in this world.

This stroke fell in the warmth that Chu Jiangkai could feel.

The meaning of the pen was immersed in the rune paper, and the golden point fell on the array of Dao runes.

The whole talisman came to life in an instant, and the flowing lines tended to be perfect with this finishing touch, as if there were mountains and rivers easily blooming on the paper.

Chu Jiangkai knew that as long as there was a matching influx of spiritual power, such a Dao talisman would be able to show the fantastic color and earth-shaking power of Li Youzhi when they cast the Dao talisman back then, but this sense of accomplishment made by himself still made Chu Jiangkai look forward to this four-color Dao talisman very much.

At this time, the book that the old scholar handed to Chu Jiang to open was disturbed by the fluctuations brought by the slowly condensed aura in the room, and turned a page on its own.

Chu Jiangkai fell into that period of time I don't know how long, the sandalwood on the table has obviously burned out, the aura of the roof has already permeated the position of the half wall, those stacks of books seem to be still in their original place, Chu Jiangkai himself is still sitting on the chair, but Chu Jiangkai himself has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Chu Jiangkai didn't rush to look at the pages of the book that he had turned over, because a fire had already ignited in his heart, and it was a strong desire for Dao Fu or cultivation.

Picking up the four-color talisman and placing it in the corner of the table, and dipping the brush in the gold dust, Chu Jiangkai traced it on the blank yellowed talisman paper with a little excitement.

The tip of the pen with gold dust crossed the rune paper, and I didn't even know what kind of talisman to draw, but with the surging in my heart, with the warmth of that way, with my mind, I quickly smeared and smeared.

In a moment, a Dao talisman was drawn under Chu Jiangkai's pen, Chu Jiangkai himself couldn't understand what kind of Dao talisman this Dao talisman was, but the soft light on the talisman paper flashed, Chu Jiangkai knew that this Dao talisman was done!

I don't know how long it took, the stack of rune paper was used up by Chu Jiangkai, and when he picked up the last completed talisman, he saw the smooth desktop below, Chu Jiangkai was slightly stunned, and his surging emotions calmed down.

Chu Jiangkai looked at the stack of painted Dao talismans and was shocked.

The door squeaked, and slowly pushed open.

The old scholar walked in with a tired look with a blue-gray square scarf that should have been worn on his head.

"I didn't expect you to paint it!" the old scholar sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed and threw the square scarf in his hand into the corner of the bed.

"Didn't you always say that you were going to leave for three days, why did you come back so soon?" Chu Jiang asked puzzled.

The old scholar looked at Chu Jiangkai, his face was completely tired, and his smile completely bloomed, "It's really a long time in the mountains! Don't you know that today is the third day?"

"Huh?" Chu Jiangkai was shocked, three days? How did he think it was just a while? Could he really sit at the table like this for three days? How could he not even notice the sunrise and sunset? How could he not even feel thirst and hunger?"

The old scholar looked at Chu Jiangkai with satisfaction, "Yes, not only did you draw that four-color Dao rune, but you can also enter the realm of selflessness like this, which shows that I really didn't choose the wrong one for you along the way of the Dao rune!"

"It's you who have a good way of seeing and teaching!" The doubts on Chu Jiangkai's face have not been eliminated, and he is still skeptical about the old pedant's statement for three days, and in the face of the old pedant's praise, he just attributed it to the other party's advice at will.

"Where, what is well instructed, it's just words on the table. After all, you still have some talent!" the old pedant looked at Chu Jiangkai's eyes, but it became more and more playful. "You can draw Dao talismans in selflessness so quickly, I think, in addition to talent, you must have secrets in you that no one else or even yourself knows, right?"

Chu Jiangkai shook his head, "I don't know, it's just that after I picked up the pen that day, I haven't put it into practice, and I can't help but feel unwilling, I pondered it against that book, and unconsciously remembered a lot of things from before, and finally remembered a piece of color that I had seen, and after that, I felt that it was suddenly clear, and it was painted with my heart." ”

"A piece of color?" muttered the old pedant, slowly rising to his feet and pacing down the aisle between the stacks of books in the room.

Chu Jiangkai's eyes stopped and stopped with the footsteps of the old pedant, watching the old pedant's brows gradually wrinkle, and his heart also became worried, "The old pedant paced like this for a long time before he made up his mind to put on a square scarf, walked over and opened the door, and said to Chu Jiangkai, "Come, you come with me." ”

Chu Jiang was puzzled and asked, "Where are you always taking me?"

"Guangyang Cave, spiritual power array. "The old pedant didn't look back.

Chu Jiangkai hadn't heard of Guangyang Cave yet, but he thought it must be a cave somewhere in the mountains.

For the cave, Chu Jiangkai had already overcome his fear, and after staying in such a cave for so long, Chu Jiangkai couldn't think of any other cave that could make him afraid.

In fact, in those years, what Chu Jiangkai overcame in that cave was not simply the fear of the cave, but the fear itself.

Chu Jiangkai did not hesitate, and left the house with the old scholar.

After leaving the school, the mountain path gradually steepened, and the vegetation changed from trees to turf.

After walking for a long time, the old scholar stopped in front of a cave.

The entrance to the cave is unremarkable, just an ordinary hole, and there is really nothing unusual except that there is no end in sight.

The old pedant breathed a sigh of relief, and without saying a word, he walked towards the frozen food.

Chu Jiangkai didn't dare to slack off, and chased after him in three or two steps.

The cave is very deep, and it seems that it has not reached the end until it reaches the end of the five fingers.

The old pedant finally spoke, "Don't be afraid, there is nothing here except the spiritual power array in the cave, and not even the two snakes, insects, rats and ants will come in." This realm has long been broken. ”

"What about this spiritual power array, what kind of magic is there?"

Chu Jiangkai became more and more puzzled, why did the old scholar bring himself to such a place? There was no one in this place all the way, and even the roads were overgrown with weeds, and it was really rare for such a desolate and dilapidated place to exist in a large sect with tens of thousands of disciples like Xianju Mountain.

"Now this spiritual power array is useless, and now they choose disciples to save trouble, just look at it twice. The old pedant seemed a little sad, "It wasn't like that back then. At that time, if you want to enter the mountain gate, in addition to the Wen answer of the school, this is the most important place to test your spiritual power. ”

Chu Jiangkai hadn't even heard of it, and he didn't know what a spiritual power test was. "Psychic test? What's that?"

"It was a long time ago, at that time, the disciples who passed the Wenda of the Society, they had to climb here with a stinky sweat, and then patiently walked to the end of this cave, meditated on the spiritual power array, and tested the spiritual root, which was considered to have completed a set of primary selection of disciples. ”

The old pedant seemed to raise his hand to wipe his sweat.

"There are a lot of things that look good, but they all end up falling at the test level. There are also many who are very reluctant, but they shine in this spiritual power array, and there are even a few who are directly taken away by the great monks in the mountain to register their names, and even a few disciples who have entered the room have appeared. At that time, Guangyang Cave was really beautiful in Xianju Mountain!"

Chu Jiangkai listened silently, it turned out that the previous disciples were all selected layer by layer in this way.

It's no wonder that those big people in the mountains often talk about the past, and it seems that the generation is really not as good as the generation.