The old black fox had also transformed into a human form in the earthly world, and had been wandering for many years, and had a wide range of natural knowledge, but he had never seen the two things in Lianxiang's hand.

Generally speaking, mountain spirits and tree monsters can only transform into human forms if they form a golden pill, but some goblins, even if they do not reach the realm of golden pills, can also transform into human form by using some special methods.

For example, when some foxes are not good enough and have not yet formed a golden pill, they can go to the mass grave, find a complete skull, and then put the skull on their heads, worship the Big Dipper stars in the sky, and chant a spell to transform into a human form.

However, the humanoid conjured up in this way, after all, is shallow, and it cannot be completely transformed into a humanoid, and there are still some places that cannot be completely transformed.

For example, the fox's tail, at this time, it can't be transformed.

"What's the use of these things?"

The black old fox put away the books in his hand, took the blackboard and chalk from Lianxiang's hand and looked at it carefully, the blackboard was not big, it was only two or three square large, the board surface was righteous and black, and it was a little rough when touched by hand.

And the white chalk, holding it in his hand, with a slight force, sprinkled a lot of white dust.

"What's going on?"

Looking at the fluttering crumbs, the black old fox was a little overwhelmed, and even a little panicked, could it be that he accidentally did something wrong?

Under the nervousness, the claws were even harder, and the white crumbs were raised one after another, like a burst of snowflakes.

Lian Xiang's beautiful eyes were open, and she also looked at the chalk in the hand of the old black fox, and she was engrossed. Observing the changes carefully, the prince let out a long laugh. Walked over.

"That's not how chalk works, old man!"

From the paws of the old black fox. Take out the chalk, let the old black fox take the blackboard, stand in front of the old black fox, pick up the chalk in his hand, and gently write a poem.

The white emperor of the court is among the clouds

Thousands of miles of Gangneung in one day

The apes on both sides of the strait could not stop crying

The light boat has crossed the Ten Thousand Mountains!

A small poem was written on the blackboard by Wang Ziteng.

The black blackboard, the white chalk words, the beautiful hand-lined grass, a concise and bright little poem. Together, Lianxiang was a little stunned for a while.

"What's going on, how can the words appear on this?"

Lian Xiang walked to the blackboard, stretched out her white jade fingers, and gently touched the handwriting on the blackboard, and the handwriting became blurry when she touched it gently.

"What's going on?" Lian Xiang hurriedly took her hand from the blackboard, looking at the blurred handwriting on the blackboard with some caution in her eyes.

Wang Ziteng smiled and said, "This is nothing!"

The prince stepped over and held out his hand. Gently touched the handwriting on the blackboard, pinched his nose, and said a little embarrassed: "I forgot to make a blackboard eraser, which is used to erase my own things on the blackboard!"

"Blackboard eraser?" black old fox, lotus incense. and a group of little foxes next to him, all looking at Wang Ziteng with some doubts, this Wang Ziteng's mouth. It's been popping up one new word after another.

These are words that they have never heard of in their lives.

But the chalkboard eraser. They still understood the word. As the name suggests, it is to erase your own things on this blackboard, although I don't know what the blackboard eraser looks like, but the role of the blackboard eraser, they can still be understood.

"Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't have a blackboard eraser, in fact, a rag or something can be used as a board eraser!"

Pointing to a little gray fox in front of him, Wang Ziteng smiled and said, "Little guy, go find me a rag!"

The little fox looked at Wang Ziteng blankly, not knowing what Lu Dao was doing, and he had been able to understand what Wang Ziteng said today.

You must know that the fox speaks the fox language, while Wang Ziteng speaks the human language, and the gap between the two is still very large.

"Hehe, don't doubt it, what I'm talking about now is what you foxes are talking about, of course you understand!"

Wang Ziteng pointed at the stunned little fox, the little fox had already passed through spirituality, and when Wang Ziteng pointed at him like this, his face was red, his tail was swept away, and he turned around and left quickly.

Soon he went to the valley and brought a rag.

The prince turned out the rags, looked at the handwriting on the blackboard, and gently wiped it off, and wiped it clean, almost spotless.

"Why did you wipe it, such a good poem, how to wipe it, you don't know how to respect poetry!"

Lianxiang looked at the little poem that was wiped away, and her heart was very unhappy.

The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the light boat has passed the ten thousand mountains!

It's a very good poem.

Even some knowledgeable people in the Heavenly Dynasty may not be able to produce such a popular poem.

"Isn't it just a poem, if you like it, such poems, how much you want, I can make as many as I want, there are poems that can't be eaten, can't be drunk, and can't make people immortal, it's just a disease-free moan, what's there to do. ”

Lianxiang was anxious: "Do you think that you are only eight buckets high, and you can become a poem in seven steps, such a good poem, if you don't have a certain literary accomplishment and a certain life experience, you can't write it at all, and how many more or less, you think this is Chinese cabbage!"

Wang Ziteng scratched his head and said: "This may be difficult for others, but for me, it is really nothing, this one is well written, I will send you another one!!"

Picking up the chalk and writing:

Far up the cold mountain stone path slope, there are people in the depths of the white clouds, stop and sit in love with the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are red in February flowers!

Another peerless poem has appeared!

Lian Xiang looked at it in a daze, she really didn't dare to imagine that the young man in front of her had actually gone against the sky to this point.

Some poets can't write a poem like this in their lifetime.

And the young man in front of him came casually!

Although he knew that the young man in front of him had a splendid mind, he didn't expect that the young man had reached this point, which was a little incredible.

"It's very simple, it's just a poem, don't care so much!"

Wang Ziteng showed a mouthful of white teeth and smiled at Lianxiang.

"Now you know the use of this blackboard and chalk, right?"

Before Lian Xiang could speak, the old black fox next to her had already spoken: "What a good poem, good words, good blackboard, good chalk!"

"Here, this is the essence of the heavens, but the gold essence left behind after the meteor fell to the earth, which is very beneficial for you to practice the exercises of the Gengjin type!"

Lian Xiang threw out a fist-sized piece of meteor gold essence from her hand, shook her body, and left. (To be continued......)