MTL - I Am The Only One Who Doesn’t Know I Am The Master-Chapter 72 guest in pen

"Hmph, what's your business..."

She Xilu snorted softly in her heart, and with a little pride and joy, she quietly replied: 'Maybe, this is called love. ’

"Oh."

Youchan snorted unpleasantly, that is, she couldn't control She Xilu's body, otherwise she would have rolled her eyes on the spot.

Lin Zhishui reached out and patted the little snake in his arms on the back. He smiled and said, "It just so happens that I have pen and paper at home, why don't I write for you now."

"Ang." She Xilu nodded immediately and let go of Lin Zhishui.

There are also four treasures of the study at home, and the beloved brush is also brought home every day. Other things in the calligraphy and painting shop can be thrown away, but this brush cannot be thrown away.

After Lin Zhishui prepared the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, cut the paper on the desk in the bedroom, sharpened the ink, and soaked the pen, he stood in front of the desk, pondered for a while, then picked up the pen and swiped, and wrote a line of words—

The thread is tired, so much as an inch, and the inch is exhausted, and it becomes a zhang.

Immediately, start signing.

"The thread is so tired that it becomes an inch, and the inch is exhausted, and it becomes a zhang..."

She Xilu stood by and watched curiously, reciting these words in a low voice.

Youchan in her mind also mentioned twelve points of spiritual sense, carefully observing the flow of rhythms and mysterious changes between the handwritings.

She Xilu has just started to practice, her understanding of Tao is so shallow that she can almost ignore it. She only feels that the Dharma principles and Taoist rhythms contained in the word surround her like a vast and deep sea, and she is addicted to it, unable to extricate herself.

And Youchan still has the memory of her previous life. Although she is a different outsider, her height is still comparable to that of Heavenly Dao.

At this time, she was standing tall and her spiritual sense had been raised to the limit, so she was not affected in any way, and she could barely discern which of these words were the prototypes of the Dao of Dharma being brewing through the experience of her previous life.

suddenly-

"Um?"

Youchan was stunned for a moment, raised to the ultimate spiritual sense, and faintly sensed a vague sound, like an illusion.

However, the outer demon soul is good at exploring the spiritual sense. Although her realm is not as good as those of the others, the strength of the spiritual sense can already be regarded as a level close to the peak of the Three Realms. She is stronger.

How could she have such hallucinations?

When Youchan was about to distinguish carefully, the voice disappeared.

At this time, Lin Zhishui also retracted his pen and returned to the front. He looked at the line of words on the paper with a little satisfaction, and glanced at the little snake beside him. Blink, as if staring blankly.

He couldn't help asking: "How is it? Do you understand the meaning of this sentence?"

She Xilu was in a trance for a while, and then it was like waking up from a dream, she gradually recovered, and said in a low voice, "I probably know..."

This sentence comes from Fan Ye's "Le Yang Zi's Wife", and the surface meaning is: only when one thread is accumulated can it reach an inch long;

To put it simply, it is to accumulate less into more, and accumulate small to huge.

But she was only vaguely guessing the specific effect of this copybook.

"It's good to know."

Lin Zhishui smiled.

After all, this girl writes books, and of course she has read a lot of books. Of course, she understands the meaning of this sentence.

"You just said that your progress is too slow, and you want to go faster."

Lin Zhishui said with a smile: "But haste is not enough. Accumulation is the right thing to do. You have to remember it. You can read this word more in the future, it will be helpful to you."

"Yeah." She Xilu nodded.

"Then I'll help you write the next one."

Lin Zhishui pushed the still-dry copybook aside and cut the paper again.

'Youchan, why don't you speak? ' She Xilu couldn't help but ask in her heart: 'What exactly is the function and effect of this character that Zhishui sent me? Can you see it? ’

And Youchan murmured in her mind: "Strange... Why is the voice gone again..."

'what sound? ' She Xilu said suspiciously.

"My spiritual sense sensed a sound just now, but it disappeared before I could distinguish it carefully. It seems to be the sound of your man writing... Forget it."

Youchan sighed helplessly, then turned her attention to the copybook on the desk.

After watching it for a while, she couldn't help but say with surprise: "As expected of his handwriting, not to mention the magical powers hidden in the deepest part of the copybook, the most basic effects alone are much more precious than any mortal treasure."

'What effect? ' She Xilu asked curiously in her heart.

"He must have already seen what you need, and this copybook can just help you."

Youchan sighed: "The most basic function is to help you collect spiritual energy, and only extracting the most essence of spiritual energy, it can at least increase the speed at which you accumulate spiritual energy by more than ten times, and it will make your spiritual energy reach Pure and concise, the foundation will be very solid, and there will be great benefits in the future."

'ten times? ’ She Xilu was very surprised.

She originally only needed a month to accumulate the spiritual power of the first day, so wouldn't it be enough for three days now?

'What about the supernatural power? ' she asked curiously.

"I don't understand the way of your Three Realms, I just analyze it based on experience, and I don't know the specifics."

Youchan said somewhat uncertainly: "Maybe it is a great magical power similar to seal or bondage? You can't mobilize it with your current cultivation, but my primordial spirit power can mobilize the great magical power. "

She Xilu snorted in her heart.

"This is the second letter for you."

At this time, Lin Zhishui also prepared new paper. After re-infiltrating the pen, he lifted the pen and dropped the paper again, and wrote down characters full of vigor and fighting spirit.

"Bao Jianfeng came out of sharpening?"

Although she hasn't finished writing it yet, She Xilu has already guessed what Lin Zhishui is going to write.

Just looking at this unfinished character, she can feel the sharpness and goldenness of the rhythm of the handwriting, as if a peerless magic weapon is being sharpened into a sharp edge!

'Youchan, this is used to enlighten me? ' She Xilu said in her heart with surprise.

She cultivates the inheritance of the Dharma Body of the Queen Mother of the West. The Queen Mother of the West is also known as the Yuanjun of the Mother of Gold. It is because the West belongs to gold among the five elements.

Legend has it that the magic weapon held by the Queen Mother of the West is also a golden artifact called 'Tianzhili'!

And the way of gold contained in this copybook is like forging the unparalleled 'strength of the sky', which is of great benefit to her practice.

'Um? Youchan? ’

But She Xilu found out that Youchan didn't return to her, so she couldn't help asking: 'What's the matter? ’

"It's here again..." Youchan murmured, not having time to take into account She Xilu's words, the spiritual sense that was pushed to the limit caught the illusory voice that seemed to be absent, "That voice... seems to be saying..."

"'help me'?"

Immediately, Youchan said in surprise: "This voice... it came from Lin Zhishui's pen!"

'what? ' She Xilu was slightly startled.

At this time, Lin Zhishui also finished writing the signature, and Hui Feng took the pen.

But Youchan said in She Xilu's mind, "The voice disappeared, and sure enough... the voice only appeared when he was writing..."

"All right."

Lin Zhishui put the brush aside and smiled at the little snake: "The metaphor of this word is simpler. I hope you can overcome all obstacles and forge ahead."

"Well, I understand." She Xilu nodded.

"The ink isn't dry yet, I'll clean it up. Please help me wash the inkstone and brush." ​​Lin Zhishui said casually.

"I?"

She Xilu also noticed that the brush was unusual, and could not help but asked cautiously, "Can I wash it?"

"Don't worry." Lin Zhishui shook his head and smiled. Was this girl afraid of damaging his beloved brush?

But ~www.novelbuddy.com~ The quality of this brush is very good, and it has never been depilated. As long as it is not intentionally damaged, basically nothing will happen.

She Xilu nodded, then walked to the bathroom with a brush and inkstone.

While she was washing the brush, Youchan also released her spiritual sense carefully, and carefully observed the brush, but couldn't see anything, just like an ordinary brush, and couldn't hear the sound at all. .

"This brush... is definitely not an ordinary artifact."

Youchan observed it carefully for a while, then sighed: "He knows that my primordial spirit is close to the peak level of the Three Realms, and he is also an outer demon primordial spirit. He is best at eroding the primordial spirit imprint in magic treasures, and is best at seizing magic weapons, but he is not worried at all. I take this brush, and I can't even find the slightest bit of speciality, I'm afraid... only he can use it."

"Didn't you just say that there is a voice in the brush, saying 'Save me'?" She Xilu asked in doubt while washing the brush carefully.

"good."

Youchan said softly: "In this brush, a very powerful primordial spirit must be imprisoned to act as an artifact spirit, but my spiritual sense is not strong enough to see through it."

"Oh, it's an artifact." She Xilu was taken aback.

"Huh? No..."

Suddenly, Youchan said with some doubts: "It stands to reason that with his level, even in those heavenly realms, the primordial spirits of top immortal gods as artifact spirits can only be honest and can't resist. It’s okay to ask for help, unless…”

There was a touch of horror in her tone: "The tool spirit of this brush is the primordial spirit of the immortal gods in the heavenly realm!"

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PS: (piao, you know this word.)