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It's not ink, it's a piece of ink.

It's black, but it's crystal clear, and you can see the inside at a glance.

Holding it in his hand, Zi Baifeng felt that it was much tighter than all the inks he had used, and if he looked closely, the reason why he could be so tight was because the toner in the ink was more delicate than other inks.

The toner is prepared and bonded with something similar to fish gelatin. Of course, the refreshing fragrance of osmanthus does not need to be said by others, Zi Baifeng also knows what it is.

Ink has a spirit, a spirit of ink.

"We did this when we had nothing to do these days. Zi Wu and Zi Jian glanced at each other, the two of them cooperated tacitly, when making ink, Zi Jian gave a lot of help, both of them intentionally or unintentionally hid from Zi Baifeng, and now they gave him a big surprise.

"There is a tung tree in our yard, I squeeze the oil myself, collect the ink by myself, and make more than a dozen pieces of this ink by myself, in fact, there are not many laurels used here, most of them are the juice of the osmanthus flowers that grow in our yard, so it is just Gui Qingmo. ”

This ink is very small, not much bigger than a thumb, and it has the image of a delicate laurel tree in the Moonpalace, and the carving is exquisite, obviously the handiwork of the old man - just now the old man also said that he carved the mold.

In this Zhizheng courtyard, in the corners, there are all kinds of trees, the oil tung is in the northwest, and there are a few more osmanthus trees, which are in the yard.

No wonder Zi Baifeng saw the small stone crawling around on the osmanthus tree two days ago, and the oil tung in the backyard didn't know when the road became bare, and he thought that the little stone was naughty, and he was going to teach him a lesson.

It seems that Xiaoshi has also made a lot of efforts, and when he was busy working outside, the three of them cooperated together, but they did a great thing.

A tung oil tree can produce 100 catties of oil, and 100 catties of oil eventually become these ten or so ingots of small ink.

It's no wonder that several people are offering treasures, and they give this ink display to Zi Baifeng, of course they have the qualifications to show off.

This time, Zi Wu personally polished the ink, and after a while, the faint fragrance of osmanthus escaped out, and together with it, there was also a condensed aura, the aura of laurel.

Smelling this aroma and absorbing this pure aura, Zi Baifeng couldn't help but recall all kinds of past, and an unspeakable madness grew in his heart.

It turns out that Lao Tzu has done so many amazing things!

He picked up his pen and soaked up the ink.

For many years, Zi Baifeng has been busy with official business, and calligraphy has not been practiced for a long time, especially when reviewing official documents, all of which are regular scripts, and other things, have not been inked for a long time. But after experiencing many things, Zi Baifeng at this time felt a madness in his heart and wanted to express himself.

With one stroke, the crazy cursive script jumped on the paper: "The Young Master is called Huaisu".

Don't wait for the pen to disperse, the pen and ink are exhausted, after Zi Baifeng added the pen, it is another stroke: "Cursive writing is unique in the world." Two sentences later, the next sentence of Bai Feng's pen suddenly burst into vitality, "The ink pool flew out of the Beiming fish", and then, with a faint killing intent, suddenly came out through the pen: "The pen blade killed the Zhongshan rabbit".

Then, it's all in one go, as if it were made in nature.

"The weather is cold in August and September, and the drunkards ......" At this moment, there was a snap, and a pen wash fell to the ground and shattered.

Zi Baifeng's brushwork was interrupted, looking at the dry handwriting under the pen, he suddenly shook his head, the dry handwriting was not only the handwriting, but also his brushwork.

Zi Baifeng turned around and looked over, Xiao Shi was originally holding a pen wash, beside Zi Baifeng, staring at it with wide eyes and frustrated on his toes, this little guy doesn't learn and has no skills, he is curious about everything, he has to see what Zi Baifeng writes.

At this time, he staggered back a few steps, his little face turned white with fright, and the pen wash in his hand fell to the ground.

"I ...... I didn't mean to......" Seeing Zi Baifeng turn his head suddenly, Xiao Shi shook his head in fright, and it seemed that suddenly, it was back to more than a year ago, when Xiao Shi saw Zi Baifeng, like a mouse saw a cat.

Zi Baifeng saw that Zijian and Zi Wu's faces also had a look of horror, and immediately realized that it was because of the two sentences "The ink pool flew out of the Beiming fish, and the pen killed all the Zhongshan rabbits".

Last time, Zi Baifeng and the knife idiot's knife duel used these two sentences as a guide, and he inadvertently triggered the knife path and killing intent that had been sleeping in his body for a long time, not to mention the small stone, even Zijian and Zi Wu were scared.

"I'm sorry, I didn't scare you, Xiao Shi!" Zi Baifeng hurriedly dropped the pen in his hand and stepped forward to appease Xiao Shi, such a chilling murderous aura, if it really scared Xiao Shi out of the army, it would be troublesome.

"It's okay, I just see it. The little stone is the little stone, and in a blink of an eye, he forgot the fear just now, grabbed Zi Baifeng's hand, and said, "Brother, you were so powerful just now!

What is it?

Is it the way of the sword, is it the brushwork, is it calligraphy, or what?

Zi Baifeng didn't know what to say, anyway, now he is not in the mood to continue, and his broken chest can't be picked up again.

But he's only a little bit of a pity, and everything in his chest will always have a chance to write it again.

A poem, only five sentences and two words were written, Zi Baifeng couldn't write it, and he didn't force it anymore, swept it all aside, and said to Zi Wu: "Mother, this ink, it's absolutely amazing!"

The two words are the best evaluation.

Zi Wu and Zi Jian glanced at each other and said: "This kind of Gui Qing ink is a high-grade product, and there is another kind of ink, just an ordinary osmanthus flower, it is called Gui Mo, you try again." ”

With the pearl jade just now, it was just an ordinary osmanthus, but it made Zi Baifeng unable to lift his energy, but after trying it, he was surprised, and the feeling when writing was almost the same as that of Gui Qingmo, what was missing was the aura that was condensed and not dispersed.

"Mother, your ink-making skills are also amazing!"

"How about comparing those three kinds of high-grade ink?" Zi Wu asked again.

"It's more than a thousand miles. "Zi Bai Feng said, maybe there are more high-end ink in these three major ink merchants, but even if there is, Zi Baifeng thinks that it can't compare to his own mother's Gui Mo, which is the most remarkable, that is, between the two and the middle.

What's more, he still has the only Gui Qingmo in the world in his hands?

"Then what do you think our ink-making business can do?" Zi Wu asked again.

"Of course you do!" Zi Baifeng nodded again and again, and there was no doubt that they were not taking an ordinary product route, but an absolutely high-end high-end gift route.

"That's good. After getting Zi Baifeng's affirmation, Zi Wu was overjoyed, in her mind, her son is the most powerful person in the world, if he says to do it, then he will definitely be able to do it.

"If only there was one level lower than this Guimo. "Zibai Fengdao, Gui Mo's grade, it is estimated that it can only focus on the gift market, ordinary people are absolutely reluctant to use, and even this gift market is definitely the most high-end gift market. And Gui Qingmo is at the level of a heavy treasure, and it is definitely the treasure of the town store, which is only given away but not sold. If there is another kind of ink, which is a little more advanced than the top products of the three major ink merchants, and the output is larger, then it would be good.

It is necessary to know that these three kinds of high-quality ink of the three major ink merchants were originally aimed at the high-end gift market, and when Zi Baifeng bought it back, it was an inch of ink.

As for the low-end market, Zibaifeng doesn't plan to think about it at all, there is a good saying, luxury is a necessity.

"Well, that's simple, reduce one or two processes, and you'll be fine. Zi Wu is confident, obviously I don't know how many times Lu Dao has thought about it.

Zi Baifeng still had some regrets, and said: "If there is another kind of ink, which is completely made of laurel, how good would it be......" Zibai Feng said.

Zijian and Zi Wu glanced at each other, both of them crying and laughing.

"What's the matter? Could it be that you really made this kind of ink? Are you going to surprise me, take it out, take it out!" Zi Baifeng jumped to his feet in a hurry.

Zijian said helplessly: "We did make a piece of ink like this, but now I don't know where Lu Dao has gone." ”

"I don't know where Lu Dao went?" Zi Baifeng was suddenly startled, "Did someone steal it?"

It's your own territory, and someone else can steal from your own territory?

"I ran away. Zijian smiled bitterly.

"How can it be ......" Zi Baifeng was speechless.

This "how could it be" represents not surprise, but helplessness.

Because of this kind of thing, it has happened many times when he was in Monteong.

After Zi Baifeng's demon cultivation technique is advanced to the third level of "making heavenly light", he will radiate the aura of the demon cultivation technique outward all the time, and he will not control it at first, causing many things around him to become demons involuntarily, such as the clothes on his body, and suddenly he walks around by himself, such as waking up in the middle of the night and finding that his bed has run outside by himself - now in the mountains of Mengcheng, there is still a violent bed running rampant.

The most exaggerated thing is that Zi Wu just handed a steamed bun to Zi Baifeng's hand, and the steamed bun became a demon, this steamed bun especially likes to stay with other steamed buns, every time Zi Baifeng and others eat, they have to pick and choose first, pick it out.

However, one day Zi Baifeng found that the steamed bun was missing, and Xiao Shi felt that someone had eaten it by mistake, and he was sad for several days.

However, with Zi Baifeng's control of his own demon cultivation technique, this kind of thing is becoming less and less, and in recent days, it has not happened once.

Probably because the aura is too abundant, and it is the purest and softest aura, and it is slightly contaminated with Zibaifeng's demon cultivation trick, and it becomes a demon.

"Forget it, it's too perfect, it's not beautiful. Zi Baifeng shook his head, and he no longer dwelled on this matter. As for the ink demon, since it ran away, let's run away, just like the steamed bun demon, it also has its own fate when it wants to.

Everyone is also open-minded people, and they don't want to do this when they turn their faces, Zi Wu put away a few ink treasures of Zi Baifeng, and said: "I'll go and hang out the ink treasures that my son tried to try, and when my Gui Moxuan opens, I will hang it out as the treasure of the town store." ”

Zi Baifeng smiled, and his mother even gave the store a name.

"Leave me that volume. Zi Baifeng pointed to the fragment that only had five and a half sentences written, "It's not beautiful to hang a fragment out of the middle." ”

But he thought in his heart that one day he would have to finish it.

In Zi Baifeng's heart, after all, he pursues perfection. 20023207.html

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