Although the black bamboo spirit spoke energetically, all he was concerned about in his heart was the matter of Qingxu, and he only listened to it and probably didn't study it deeply, even if he heard it in the end, he just kept thinking about the so-called five-colored divine stone.

I heard that the black bamboo spirit still remembered the name of that person, and Qingjing also responded casually with an indifferent face, thinking that this old thing did not know how many hundred years had passed, even if he knew a name, he was afraid that he would not be able to find it, but after hearing these two familiar words, Qingjing suddenly exclaimed.

"Jade Pot Sect?Mingyuan Ancestor?What is that?" The Black Bamboo Spirit didn't know anything about what happened later, and he was a little puzzled when he saw Qingjing's fuss.

"This... Forget it, this is a long story, let's have a chance to talk about it later! Let's go first!" Qingjing's heart was anxious, turned into a black wind, and rushed back in a hurry.

...

Outside the black bamboo forest, several disciples stopped and talked about something, and before they knew it, they came to the stone side where they usually rested.

"This talisman is made out of thin air in the form of ink, and naturally this bamboo ink is a little more important! Otherwise, if you make some ordinary ink, how can you complete the act of making talismans out of thin air?"

"Bamboo ink is important, but the basic skills of making talismans must also be done well! Even if it is ordinary ink, imprinted on the rune paper, as long as the foundation is deep enough, it can also play the role of making talismans out of thin air!"

The two disciples were arguing with red faces, and neither of them would give in, they happened to see the two people on the side of the stone, so they hurriedly came to the front, clasped their fists and asked, "Senior brother, you give us a comment... Which is right and which is wrong?"

The senior brother who was a little shorter in his clothes smiled when he heard this, and explained casually: "It is good to make a talisman out of thin air and use ink as a shape, after all, ink is the foundation and a sharp weapon! The basic skill of making a talisman needs to be solid and natural, just like a good craftsman! As the saying goes: If a worker wants to do a good job, he must first sharpen his tools! The so-called sharp weapon also needs the drive of a good craftsman, and the two complement each other, in fact, there is no right or wrong! And I privately think that the most important thing about making a talisman out of thin air is not these two things..."

The two disciples nodded thoughtfully when they heard this, in fact, they didn't understand these ordinary truths, just to compete for a while, but when they heard this person's last sentence, they were also a little struggling: "Senior brother... What do you mean by that? It's not one of those things... It doesn't seem like there are any other conditions for making a talisman out of thin air, right?"

"That's right... For the creation of symbols out of thin air, the ink and the means of composition are naturally indispensable, but in fact, there is one more thing that is extremely important!"

"That's... What's that?" several disciples held their breath.

"Fuyi!" the senior brother said lightly.

"Fuyi?" Several disciples glanced at each other when they heard this, and then someone asked aloud: "Senior brother, I know that the sword has sword intent, but that sword is a tangible thing after all, what kind of talisman is this talisman made out of thin air, junior brother really can't understand..."

"It's a real ethereal thing, but I'll just show you it once, and you'll know what I mean. "The pen and ink of the disciples of Taiyi Pavilion are all carried with them, and this senior brother is naturally no exception. Although he himself was dressed very plainly, this pen was delicate and abnormal! I saw that this rod was painted in a red color, especially the bright red pen was even more beautiful, but in contrast, it seemed that this person was dressed even more shabby.

However, the attention of these disciples was not above this, and they all stared at this senior brother's movements with bated breath.

I saw that the crimson pen shaft was firmly held in the palm of his hand as soon as he turned it, but this person's technique of holding the pen was twisted, not like the ordinary pen writing, the pen was facing the palm, but holding the end of the pen barrel, and the direction of the pen was facing the side of the tiger's mouth, as if holding a short blade while stabbing forward!

Although the pen in this person's hand was not stained with any bamboo ink, everyone could faintly feel the traces left in the air after the pen passed, especially at the moment when this person's talisman ended, there was a faint dark bloom in the air that caused bursts of ripples.

"This is the meaning of the symbol, when you cultivate in the future, don't stick to the form, do whatever you want, purify your heart and bones, and then you can understand everything. Putting the brush back into his pocket, the senior brother said lightly.

"Oh... Oh... Good... Senior brother..."Those disciples couldn't believe that the talisman could have such an effect out of thin air, and they were a little suspicious of themselves, and they didn't come back to their senses for a while.

"Hehe, let's not talk about this for a while, it's not time for the shift change yet, why did you come back early?" These two are not lazy people, the senior brother thought about it for a while, and still asked.

"Oh, Senior Brother, don't you say I almost forgot!" one of the disciples patted his head and exclaimed, "We just met Elder Qingjing, and he said that we should help prepare some meals, and that's it for today's research and ink... Let's go back first!"

"Pure Elder! Elder He... Hasn't he already left the Black Bamboo Forest?, why is he coming back here?" the senior brother was suddenly stunned.

"This... I don't know... Anyway, Elder Qingjing looked like he was in a hurry, and we didn't dare to ask more, so we had to come back first. ”

"Okay, I got it! The three of you go back to help first, and I'll go pack up the tools!" After the senior brother finished speaking, he left in the opposite direction with the three disciples.

...

In the black bamboo forest, a shortly dressed figure cautiously walked along the path, this person was the senior brother just now. However, at this time, he did not have the same calmness as before, and there were faint beads of sweat oozing from his face.

He had never been to the depths of the black bamboo forest, and every time he took one more step towards it, he would unconsciously remember the story told by the disciple before, and always felt that there were people around him staring at him, but even so, he still did not go backwards, gritted his teeth and walked forward.

"Whew!" At this moment, he suddenly heard a sound in his ears, and turned his head to see a black shadow coming in his direction, and he was also covered in hair, and he subconsciously wanted to take out a brush and make a talisman out of thin air to resist the enemy!

Because he was so nervous, his hand slipped, and he actually sent a brush over, and it fell to the ground with a thud. The black shadow didn't notice that there was someone here, but when he heard the movement, he turned his body and rushed here, and the senior brother had no weapons, so he could only shout: "I'll fight with you!"

But he tossed for a long time, until his arms were weak and he didn't feel the slightest abnormality, and he secretly opened his eyes and looked forward, only to see a familiar figure standing in front of him with a light smile: "Xiaotian, after all these years, although your timidity has not changed much, your fist and foot kung fu has grown a lot!"

"Division... Master!" This short-dressed person is Xiao Tian who was given a pen by Qing Jing at the beginning, and Xiao Tian at this time finally saw Qing Jing, and his vision was blurred, and he knelt down in front of Qing Jing with a plop.

Don't look at Xiaotian's strength now, what he talks about in front of his own people is the Tao, but the innate cowardice and loneliness have always been hidden in the depths of his heart. Since Qingjing gave him the cultivation at the beginning, he has been concentrating on cultivation, although he has finally become a senior brother until today, but he has rarely been out of the Taiyi Pavilion.

He has been in charge of the affairs of the door, although he is extraordinary, but there is no place for it, he was determined to go out to deal with the demon beast experience, but after tossing for several days, he didn't even find any trace of the demon beast, and he ran around in vain.

Hearing that Qingjing came out, Xiaotian returned to Taiyi Pavilion, wanting to find a chance to meet this master of the world, but he was too unconfident, worried that he would not be able to cultivate at home and live up to the hope of purity, so he wanted to come to the black bamboo forest to Yanmo to knock on the side of the pure situation over the years, but he accidentally learned the rumors of the black-haired monster!

When Qingjing first entered the Black Bamboo Forest, Xiao Tian was still a miscellaneous disciple that no one cared about, so he naturally didn't know anything about these things. Now he heard the story of the black-haired monster in detail for the first time, and was glad that his master had escaped from the black bamboo forest unharmed, but he didn't expect to get the matter of returning to the black bamboo forest in a blink of an eye, and he was also shocked!

Although he was extremely jealous of this mysterious black-haired monster, he had heard about it, but he couldn't put his mind at ease anymore and hurriedly came to help, and this kind of thing happened!

"You said that you didn't wait for the Taiyi Pavilion with a good look, what are you doing in this black bamboo forest?"

"I've heard... I heard that there are black-haired monsters in this black bamboo forest... That's right..."Xiao Tian talked for a long time before he explained what he knew today.

Qingjing saw that this son was a little responsible under the cowardice, and he was also a little impressed, so he wanted to help him secretly, but he didn't expect this son to be so emotional, and he was so concerned about his master, and he was also a little relieved: "Haha, I didn't expect me to come out this time, and I got a baby apprentice for nothing!

"That's... Master, are you alright? The black-haired monster..."Xiao Tian's eyes kept looking around, and he said cautiously.

"Ahem... Where is there any black-haired monster, ten percent of you are wrong!" Qingjing was in a hurry to go back just now, and the black bamboo poison floc on his body was also inadvertently released. Although this black bamboo poison floc was not controlled by the black bamboo spirit, he still didn't want to be known about his secret, and said with a serious face, "If there is nothing else, you better get up and go back with me!"

"But... Obey the order!Master!" Xiao Tian wanted to say something, but when he saw Qingjing's two long eyebrows shaking, he didn't dare to make a sound, so he quickly stopped and stood up.

Qingjing's steps were extremely fast, but Xiaotian was not slow, and the two of them walked out of the black bamboo forest not long after the other, and walked along the path to Taiyi Pavilion.

Qingjing saw that Xiaotian's face was as usual, and his breath was calm, and he nodded approvingly.

"I still have important things to do as a teacher today! In the future, when you are a teacher, you should take a good look at how your cultivation has been over the years?" Qingjing was anxious to go back to Qingxu to inquire about things, so he had to send Xiaotian away.

"Yes, Master!" Xiao Tian was overjoyed, but his heart was nervous. He gritted his teeth, suddenly decided something, and untied the pen bag and ink sac under his waist, bowed down, held two things in his hand and handed them to Qingjing, "Master, this is what you asked Xiaotian to keep at the beginning, Xiaotian has fulfilled his mission, and he will return it to Shizun today!"

But he raised it for a while, but he didn't hear the reply of the person in front of him, and he was also a little puzzled, and said again: "Master, these two things have been wiped day and night, and they have been carefully kept... Master?"

Noticing a hint of something unusual, Xiao Tian secretly looked up, and there was still half a figure in front of him, and the purity had already gone away.

"I don't have the habit of getting things back! This Suzaku pen is a good thing, you have to keep it for me..."

"Thank you... Thank you, Master!"