After setting up the inkstone and gathering a stream of clear water, Ji Yuan began to grind the ink himself.
Good ink ingots are not only about their appearance and fragrance, they are also extraordinary at this moment. When grinding the ink, it feels very smooth and moist, and the ink is evenly produced. The water in the inkstone is dyed black almost instantly.
Nearly all the words on the “Sword Intention Calligraphy” were half-erected, and everyone was looking in the direction of the inkstone.
The ink-burning brought a simple sense of ritual, making Ji Yuan’s heart more peaceful. This change in will even affected the atmosphere around Ji Yuan, making the originally restless small characters appear unusually quiet.
The ink ground out of the inkstone is like a black spring. It is not only translucent but also exudes a faint fragrance of ink, so delicate that there is no flaw.
Pick up the pen, pull the sleeves, and dip in ink… During this process, “Sword Intention Tie” has “slid” to the table in front of Ji Yuan.
This Miao Zhu is not a person who likes to write and write, so there is no book desk in the room, there is only such a small round table, but at this moment, the elegance of the small round table is not inferior to any incense table.
“The sword intention was written in Zuo Li, retaining its peak state of divine will, which also makes you innately extraordinary, but Zuo Li is not the real Zuo Jianxian after all. The words have strong rhyme, strong energy, less change and more spirit… …”
Ji Yuan picked up the pen, the pen tip stilled five inches above the “Sword Intention Tie”, and looked at these quiet small words.
“Words are also a manifestation of Tao, and iron paintings and silver hooks can also moisturize ink and express the spirit. When I brush ink for you, I can’t just eat the ink. I also need to visualize the meaning of the spirit when I write. I will write it at the appropriate time. Time writes ink for you in nine ways, and today is the first one. If anyone is distracted and doesn’t pay attention, I won’t do it again just for you, do you understand?
The “Sword Intention Note” was quiet, but Ji Yuan knew that it was not that they did not understand, nor that they were distracted and did not hear it. On the contrary, these small words were all very serious.
Nodding, the Langhao pen finally came down and clicked on the first word “I”.
(I have loved weapons since I was a child, especially swords. I got a wooden sword when I was six years old…)
The emotions of the entire “Sword Intention Tie” have changed with Zuo Li’s life, from high spirits to old age, from the excitement and anxiety of entering the rivers and lakes to the invincible loneliness. However, when Ji Yuan wrote in ink, he naturally tried his best. The emotions of Zuo Li fade away and the flexibility of the handwriting itself is revealed.
It took more than an hour to write one article. In fact, the total time spent writing was not even half a quarter of an hour. The main time was spent on polishing ink.
After writing it once, a total of ten ink ingots were used, and Ji Yuan’s own magic power and a trace of Xuanhuang Qi were added when grinding the ink, which took a lot of effort.
But the result is also gratifying. The entire “Sword Intention Post” is now bright and shining with ink. Each small character is like a meditating monk, quietly shrouded in this layer of light. After a long time, the ink is in Gradually drying up, but the shine remains.
“Yes, he is indeed a natural wordsmith!”
Ji Yuan praised them sincerely. He also liked these little guys from the bottom of his heart, and he understood their specialness and wonder even more clearly.
There are many repetitions among these hundred and ten words, but even two seemingly repeated words actually contain similar but different spiritualities.
Although there are only a few hundred and ten words, Ji Yuan has never been a greedy person. It is good fortune to get these one hundred and ten words.
Although these words make up the “Sword Intention Tie”, Ji Yuan believes that with his help, the variability will increase without breaking up their unity and integrity. Words can also be combined into countless possible combinations.
Put the Langhao pen on the pen holder, stretch your muscles and bones, and sit on the edge to meditate.
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Although people come to the Earth Temple in Li Nong Township to offer incense from time to time, it is actually quite quiet for Ji Yuan. He stays here for three days. In addition to helping write and ink the small characters on the first day, the following two days It’s more comfortable, mostly going out to wander around Moyuan County.
As a world-famous place for ink production, now that we are here, how can Ji Yuan take a tour, understand the rough manufacturing process of various fine inks, and hear about the history of ink production in Moyuan County, as well as various cultural characteristics.
During this period, the land in Li Nong Township was divided several centimeters, and Ji Yuan was given boxes of fine ink, in addition to lacquer smoke ink, pine smoke ink, oil smoke ink and other high-quality products.
On the third night, after the temple worshipers and temple workers of the Tutu Temple had taken a break, Ji Yuan’s door was gently knocked again.
“Dong dong dong…”
Ji Yuan was deducing the practice tips of “The Wonderful Law of Heaven and Earth” by writing. When he heard the knock on the door, he knew who was outside. He just said “come in” lightly, and then continued to feel happy and continued to write. Yan Shu.
Tudi Gong held a much smaller box in one hand and a wooden stick in the other and pushed open the door. Seeing Ji Yuan writing, he moved a little softer and carefully closed the door before slowly stepping forward. , whispered.
“Hey, Mr. Ji, the little **** has found the best thing, and I specially dedicated it to Mr. Ji!”
The Lord of the Earth has indeed found a lot of good ink these days, but he always feels bad in his heart, because these inks are not worth the magic coin at all.
Today, he finally feels a little more at ease. Of course, the box of ink in his hand is still not comparable to the value of the money, but in his opinion, he is already the leader of the ink in the world, and the weight is somewhat heavier.
“Sir, please look!”
The Earth God walked to the table and opened the box as if offering a treasure.
Ji Yuan happened to make another miscalculation at this moment, and the coherent and natural meaning of the magic method was confused, so he stopped writing, turned his head and looked down at Tudigong’s box, and saw more than a dozen animals lying inside. It’s like an ink ingot stacked with layers of gold thread patterns.
“This is?”
“Hey, sir, I don’t know. This is an extremely rare golden ink. It is almost never circulated in the regular market. Even rich and powerful people often have a hard time getting it, and they may not even listen to it. Pass! ”
“So this is Jinxiangmo!”
Surprised words blurted out from Ji Yuan’s mouth. In the past two days, he had visited Moyuan County and heard about the name of Jinxiang Ink from a disabled and elderly ink maker.
It is said that this kind of ink is extremely difficult to make and the process is extremely complicated. It is like a swordsman casting a fine sword. During the ink making process, ink grease is embedded and pressed layer by layer to form circles as thin as cicada wings. Golden texture.
“The fragrant ink marrow, the black fat is like paste, turns into juice and sticks to the pen, and the paper falls into shape!”
Hearing these tips from Ji Yuan, Tu Tu Gong was even more happy. The more knowledgeable Mr. Ji is, the better.
“As expected of Mr. Ji, you have a thorough understanding! Yes, this is Jin Xiang Mo. It is a work of ingenuity. Do you like it, sir?”
“I like it, of course I like it. Thank you Lord Tutu for finding this golden ink for Ji. Thank you very much!”
Ji Yuan handed over his hand to express his gratitude. These dozen golden ink ingots were so good. He would use them just in time to ink those small characters for the ninth time, and there would be a few more.
After getting so much Mo, Ji Yuan didn’t want to push further, so he directly told Tu Tu Gong that Mo was enough and there was no need to look for it anymore. He also informed that he was about to leave.
This made the landowner feel relieved, but also somewhat disappointed.
This person is definitely an immortal cultivator with great supernatural powers. If he can live in the Earth Temple permanently, he may have a great opportunity. But this kind of thing cannot be forced, but this encounter is already a fate. .
After Tu Tu Gong left, Ji Yuan took out all the ink in his hand and placed it on the table, together with the golden ink, making a total of four large boxes and one small box.
These top-quality inks have all been devoted to the hard work of senior ink-making masters. The birth of each piece of high-quality ink is time-consuming, laborious and troublesome, especially the golden ink. It can be said that every piece of ink is produced. Modu is unique and takes the lead among the Yuanmo in the same batch.
When boxes of ink of this quality are placed in front of you, even if you are planning on fate, you will feel like “I am planning on someone being rich now”.
On the second day, Ji Yuan got up early, said goodbye to the temple and walked towards the north.
Looking at Ji Yuan’s retreating figure, Miao Zhu didn’t feel relieved at all. To be honest, he was nervous at first and was cautious when receiving him, but this Mr. Ji was as funny and humorous as the warm sunshine in winter. Being knowledgeable and knowledgeable, it will naturally become comfortable to get along with them, and there is no need to feel depressed.
Although it was only three days, now that Mr. Ji is gone, the temple Zhu and even the two temple workers are a little reluctant to leave. They just told Ji Yuan that if they pass by again in the future, they hope to come and stay in the temple again.
During the lunch break that day, Miao Zhu was entrusted with a dream by Tu Tu Gong again and was highly praised by Tu Tu Gong.
As for Ji Yuan, of course this time we were going in the direction of Daliang Temple, looking for the bookstore www.zhaoshuyuan.com Originally, we didn’t have to meet the monk Huitong this time, but I heard interesting things at the dinner table before, Ji Yuan Yuan wanted to see if the monk was still so embarrassed.
To some extent, Ji Yuan is also a bit of a bad taste even if it is harmless. Anyway, there are still a few years until the Immortal Tour Conference. It is not too late to go to Daliang Temple first and then to Yuhuai Mountain.
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Even though Ji Yuan did not deliberately use the flying technique to travel, he just walked around Tingliang with the intention of wandering the dragon. Without staying in the hotel, he arrived at Tongqiu Mansion in the northern border of Tingliang country half a month later. The boundary where Daliang Temple is located.
As Liu Yuanwai said, the Tingliang Kingdom is much better than the Zuyue Kingdom, but it is really not as good as Dazhen. Many places along the way are not rich. Although the people can have enough food and clothing, they have almost no money. Savings, if there is any natural disaster or man-made accident, it is difficult to get effective assistance in this social environment.
However, because Tongqiu Mansion is adjacent to the capital of Tingliang Kingdom, it is naturally a prosperous place. When he went to several nearby mansions, Ji Yuan saw more smiles on the faces of the people.
At the end of September, outside Daliang Temple, Ji Yuan was walking on the road to Daliang Temple with other pilgrims.
The ground here is paved with bluestones, and it is wide enough for four carriages to pass side by side. In addition to pedestrians and carriages, there are also people pushing carts carrying incense, candles and other items. There are also people carrying wooden targets of candied haws on their backs while hawking. A lively scene.
Ji Yuan heard all the whispers of the pilgrims, and soon he heard several voices discussing Master Huitong. The clear and sweet voice should come from a young woman.
“When…when…when…”
The bells of Daliang Temple came from afar, and a magnificent Buddhist temple appeared vaguely in front of us.