In autumn, the golden wind is mighty, the fallen trees are Xiao Xiao, and the reed flowers are broken

The mountains are beautiful, the osmanthus is fragrant, the water is cold and the lotus is broken, the frost is sunny, and it is a good autumn day.

The morning sun shattered the morning mist, the purple gas swept the heaven and the earth, and Bai Fu sat on a big bluestone on the top of the mountain, swallowing the essence of the day to his heart's content.

"Hoo ......"

When the autumn sun hangs high, the purple gas shows old age, Bai Fu stops spitting, lying on the stone on his side, enjoying the warm sunshine. Looking at the strange flowers and plants that are thriving around and the spiritual fruits of the spiritual plants, the mood is extremely peaceful.

"At present, when I practice the Thunder Body Forging Technique, I can induce up to three lightning quenching techniques every day, and if I do more, I will hurt my body. In this way, I have a lot of free time, but I have to think of some other ways to increase my strength!"

"Now my words can perfectly accommodate sword qi, but they can be inscribed on the wind and thunder fan!"

Bai Fu's eyes flashed, and after thinking for a while, he got up and went down the peak, returned to the mansion, and went directly into the study.

In order to keep improving, Bai Fu was not in a hurry to write on the wind and thunder fan, but was ready to practice first. It is said that Keqing's six lovely people have gone out to find opportunities, and he can only do it himself.

Mixed the ink ingots with water and grinded them evenly, but Bai Fu's heart calmed down, dipped the pen in ink, and waved it on the snow-white rice paper.

"The red sun rises in the east, its way is bright; the river flows out of the underground, and the ocean falls; the hidden dragon soars into the abyss, the scales and claws fly; the unicorn roars in the valley, and the beasts are terrified; the phoenix tries its wings, and the wind and dust are blowing; the strange flower is the first child, and it is brilliant; the blue blood is hairy, and there is its mang; the sky wears its firmament, and the earth is yellow; there are thousands of ages, and there are eight wildernesses; the future is like the sea, and the coming day is long; the great rivers and mountains are beautiful and magnificent!"

A revised version of "Chinese Teenager Says" flew off the paper, no more, no less, exactly eleven sentences, just enough to be written on the fan surface divided into eleven grids by twelve fan bones. And the meaning of the words is also very consistent with Bai Fu's "Mountains and Rivers" that he will draw on the other side of the wind and thunder fan in the future, and Bai Fu is more satisfied with the more he looks at it.

This revised version of "Chinese Teenager Says", the words are cold and light, the pen is like a sword, and the iron is painted with silver hooks, as if it is composed of thousands of sharp swords (which hero has the courage to count how many swords).

"It's a bit like a thin gold body!" Bai Fu put aside his pen, and after looking at the font of his pen as straight as a sword, he muttered to himself.

"Look at the power!" Bai Fu picked up the notebook, turned around and walked out of the study, looked around, and didn't see any good experimental subjects, so he shook the notebook towards the sky.

"Woo Woo ......"

Thousands of gossamer-like sword qi broke out of the paper, densely packed together, and shot hundreds of zhang before they lost their strength and slowly dissipated.

"The power is almost the same as hitting with the full force of the Blue Blood Fire Blade! This is just written in ordinary ink, if you use Gengjin as ink, the power can be multiplied a few more times. Sure enough, the quality is not good, and the amount can also exert great power. Moreover, with heptane gold carrying sword qi, these heptane gold can also grow like swords, and the power of sword qi will become stronger and stronger. ”

After closing his eyes and sensing the power of these sword qi, Bai Fu was overjoyed, and after crumpling the rice paper that had become dirty due to the sword qi flying out and some ink falling off, he threw it into the garbage, and then turned around and went back to the study.

"King, the Black Wind King sent a messenger to deliver a letter!"

Not long after Bai Fu entered the study, he took out the dressing box filled with high-grade pigments, and prepared to take out the heptyl gold powder to make special ink.

"Send the letter in!" Bai Fu closed the dressing box again, leaned back on the Taishi chair and said, thinking to himself what was the matter with the letter from the Black Wind Bear.

The little demon pushed the door in, handed a fire paint envelope, and waved his hand to let the little demon leave, Bai Fu opened the envelope, took out the letter paper and looked at it, and his face immediately became strange.

"Chongyang Chrysanthemum Appreciation? True Evil...... It's a pain in the ass!"

It turned out that the Black Wind Bear invited the Demon King of the 800-mile Black Wind Mountain and the surrounding 72 caves to climb the height to appreciate the chrysanthemum on the day of the Double Ninth Festival. However, the filthy Bai Fu remembered the chrysanthemum's sustenance in modern times, and couldn't help but look weird.

Of course, during the Double Ninth Festival, it is a custom to climb high with friends, enjoy chrysanthemums and drink chrysanthemum wine...... Insert chrysanthemums all over your head", Bai Fu quickly put away his dirty thoughts and pondered.

"This black bear, it's really hopeless, I'm afraid that after a thousand years, there will be a Buddha clothes party...... Today is the sixth day of the ninth lunar month, and there are still three days before the Double Ninth Festival, so you should be able to get the sword words on the wind and thunder fan right. ”

After thinking about it for a while, Bai Fu opened the dressing box again, put the heptyl gold powder into the washed inkstone, added Xianlin, recited the ink mantra and ground it into a thick golden paste, took out the evil charm pen, recited the mantra to open the pen, and blessed the wind and thunder fan with the paper mantra, and began to write the revised version of the sword character "Chinese Youth Said".

Bai Fuluo's pen is very slow, every stroke is extremely dignified, each stroke, are infused with a lot of essence and spirit on it, the sword intent and sword energy condense, as if forging a divine weapon, but after writing the four words "red sun rising", it took about 20 minutes, sweat on the forehead, and the face was pale.

"Shhhh

At the end of the day, Bai Fu couldn't write six sentences, but he felt a sore back, as if he was fighting with someone.

Also, every stroke is written with condensation, and every stroke wants to go all out to make a sword, six sentences and forty-eight words, each word n pen, is n hundred swords, not tired is strange.

After cleaning up, sealing the pen and ink, and letting the little demon prepare the fragrant soup for dinner and bathing, Bai Fu played Tai Chi in the courtyard to activate his sore muscles and bones.

Bai Fu's realm is not low now, and he knows a lot of Taijiquan theories, and he often practices them, but his attainments in Taijiquan are not low. Not to mention how powerful the actual combat can be, it is extraordinary to maintain health alone, but after a trip, the physical discomfort is gone.

Eat and drink well, take a comfortable bath, and lie down in the warm quilt to sleep...... Well, the nurturing latent spirit is gone, ready to nourish the spirit and fight again tomorrow.

There was no dream all night, and the next day dawned, Bai Fu, who had eaten the purple qi from the east and became energetic again, re-entered the battle, using Gengjin as iron, essence as furnace, pen as hammer, and stroke as sword, fighting against the wind and thunder fan.

In the afternoon, Bai Fu imprinted the revised version of "Chinese Teenagers' Sayings" on the wind and thunder fan with sword characters. Looking at it, "the point is like the Danfeng side-eye, horizontal like the sparse shadow and the horizontal oblique, vertical like the crane independent, like the sword to ward off evil spirits, like the breeze and fine willows, folded like the old bamboo grass, pick like a silver needle flying in the air, hook like a crescent moon", every stroke, just like the swordsmanship he comprehended from the handwriting of Zhenyuan Daxian.

"I've been tired to death, but it's not over, it's not over yet, it's not tempered by water and fire, the grinding stone is sharp, these strokes are just sword embryos, and they can't be called sword ......"

(Monday all please!)