No one believes that Shen Fengshu can complete the fusion of magic weapons, even if the famous magic weapons are not restricted by levels.
Without him, the beady round jade pen that Shen Fengshu wants to fuse is the portable magic weapon of a famous religious master. It belongs to the great master. Is it something that a mere foundation-building monk can make up his mind? The one Shen Fengshu often uses No one saw anything special about the raw flower pen, it was very ordinary. However, we are all monks, and we all understand the principle of magical objects concealing themselves. Maybe the pen is no worse than the great master's magic weapon.
At worst, it must be close to the level of a grand master. Otherwise, Shen Fengshu would be stupid and insist on using a grand master's magic weapon to fuse an ordinary pen?
To put it bluntly, the level difference between the two is too big, and neither of them is worth it. It is a waste of natural resources. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that Shen Fengshu is nostalgic. This may be a gift from a relative. It is very commemorative, and that makes sense.
Anyway, a group of people enthusiastically set up a protective formation, and then surrounded Shen Fengshu in several directions, waiting to see how embarrassed he was. The eldest sister looked unhappy at Shen Fengshu, so everyone had to follow her. See him unhappy.
In the pavilion, the book desks have been set up according to Shen Fengshu's requirements, and all kinds of stationery are available. However, the paper must be Shen Fengshu's favorite paper.
The green jade bamboo round pen holder with hundreds of treasures and butterfly patterns is placed in the corner of the book desk. There is only one pen inserted in it, which is the green jade bamboo tube bead round jade pen used by the great master that Shen Fengshu wants to fuse. Shen Fengshu is sitting in front of the book desk. , first closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, practiced the exercises for a week, and relaxed his mood, and then picked up the round jade pen in the pen holder. Then, on Shen Fengshu's other hand, his commonly used pen also appeared. flowers
Pen.
After trying the movements, Shen Fengshu held the two pens side by side in his right hand, just like holding a pen normally. Thinking of the scene of the satisfying paper swallowing up the scroll of Little World and the state of mind at that time, Shen Fengshu started writing.
"When the pen falls and the beads are round, the poem becomes brilliant." A poem related to the round beads and jade pen is written in an instant.
A thin wisp of literary energy fell from the sky and landed on the top of Shen Fengshu's head, and also landed on the two pens side by side.
Hu Lengshuang nodded slightly. Shen Feng's book was not very good in other aspects, but its literary talent was beyond her reach. The poems came right out of her mouth, and her literary talent was so impressive that she couldn't help but accept it.
Looking at the content of the poem, it implies that it is round and round, and this is intended to strengthen the roundness and roundness of the pen.
"When a young man writes poems and poems, his pen is full of pearls." Shen Fengshu said again. Writing with two pens side by side, it was still a bit uncomfortable after all, and the handwriting was not as good as usual, which was slightly inferior, but Shen Fengshu was very satisfied. .All his energy and energy at this moment has been condensed into two pens, and almost all the pens that can be harmonized
The connected threads of consciousness are all conveying an idea to the raw flower pen, swallowing and fusing the beads and round jade pen.
The literary spirit has increased compared to before, but it is still ordinary.
"The flying clouds on the paper are startling and the pen is falling, and the ball is flying on the plate and the poem is full of joy." Shen Fengshu didn't pay attention to the movement outside at all. He just followed his own plan and wrote out the poems he wanted to write sentence by sentence.
As this sentence was completed, another stronger literary style descended, and pieces of flying clouds suddenly appeared on the Zhengxin paper. White mist shrouded it, even vaguely covering the two pens in Shen Fengshu's hand. Unable to see the whole picture, Hu Lengshuang's face also became a little solemn. She could see that Shen Fengshu was planning to write a poem containing the word "Bi Luo" to trigger the fusion of the two pens, but every sentence could trigger the fusion of the two pens. Wenqi reward, and it has begun to appear now
Could it be that Shen Feng Shu really had a chance of succeeding when he had a vision? After thinking about it, Hu Lengshuang made an unequivocal judgment in her heart, it was impossible! The silk book she brought only contained the sacrificial methods of the famous magic weapons, and there was no fusion at all. Techniques, Shen Fengshu usually reads some very basic spiritual practice books.
How can you possibly know how to integrate the magic weapons of famous religions when you learn basic knowledge?
"The completion of poems depends on horses, and the strokes of pen are always like rainbows." When Shen Fengshu wrote this sentence, a curved rainbow appeared above the paper, and several small white mist formations appeared vaguely below the clouds. of horses.
Wenqi has become like a rainbow, with one end connected to Shen Fengshu's head and the other end connected to the horizon. The strange sight makes people marvel.
This scene made Hu Lengshuang's very certain judgment waver. Could it be that the city lord taught Shen Fengshu the method of merging magic weapons? Otherwise it cannot be explained! A group of beautiful maids and handsome servants looked at Shen Fengshu in the pavilion. They all looked surprised. This was the first time they saw Shen Fengshu writing poetry instead of painting on the spot. It was obviously just a broken poem, but it could attract such a large number of people.
The celestial phenomena are simply magical.
"When the pen falls, the rainbow is swirling, and the poem becomes full of sorrow."
This time, the vision was not limited to the small space of the heart-wrenching paper, but spread to the entire garden. Colorful neon lights were swirling, and the clouds were steaming, making the entire garden beautifully illuminated.
Corresponding to this is the atmosphere in the sky, with all kinds of neon clouds surrounding the rainbow, extremely brilliant.
The monks in Moyue City have all raised their heads and looked at the strange phenomenon in the sky. Some smart people have begun to investigate the source.
"Yin Kuangyue seems to be moving, and the pen falls into the sky and the roses fall from the sky." After finishing the sentence, even the entire Black Moon City began to shake slightly. Everyone was shocked, but after careful perception, they found that the Black Moon Mountain under their feet did not move at all. But I just don’t know why I feel like I’m about to be shaken, which makes me worried.
disturbed.
But when they looked up, the splendid and magnificent scenery in the sky made them suddenly calm down, no longer panicking, and just quietly watching this strange beauty of heaven and earth.
"The poems are like the sky and the Han Dynasty, and the pen falls into the sea and the waves return." Shen Fengshu did not stop and wrote sentence after sentence.
Boom, a cloud like a turbulent wave surged out crazily from the pavilion where Shen Fengshu was sitting towards Moyue City. The sky suddenly seemed to have turned into night, and the bright stars were dotted, making people almost want to get addicted to it.
"Wherever the clouds and pens fall, the moon comes to the shelves."
Clouds have already spread across the sky, and a bright moon is rising slowly. Wherever the moonlight shines, everyone feels peaceful in their hearts.
Hu Lengshuang became more and more surprised as she watched, especially when she saw the awe-inspiring aura falling on Shen Fengshu's head. It was so strong that she didn't dare to look at it. How could this be? They were all broken poems, only one sentence at most. How could it be possible? Yes. , every poem contains the word "Bi Luo", which gives these literary styles a bond of connection. Under the influence of each other, they have grown to this point.
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How could this young man come up with such a method? How could he compose so many poems? And each sentence is more powerful than the other.
"The poem is composed of five words and three winter snows, and the pen is full of clouds." Just as Hu Lengshuang was frightened, Shen Fengshu said another sentence calmly. The violent waves composed of clouds just now had not calmed down, but suddenly The surroundings seemed to have turned into the middle of winter, with heavy snowfall. The clouds outside Moyue City that originally covered Moyue City turned into an overwhelming sea of clouds and turbid waves.
Empty, the wind howls.
The faces of countless monks changed color crazily, but no one dared to move casually. Moyue City is a floating city where a Nascent Soul Saint Ancestor is seated. How could there be such a large-scale celestial change in normal times? It can only be said that it is. Only a more powerful monk can create such a movement. If anyone wants to jump out and find the existence at this time,
Feeling, are you tired of living?
"A poem can be seen in a heroic hand, but the stroke of a pen can make the wind and rain startle."
"The pen touches the wind and rain in thousands of mountains, and the anger swallows up the rivers and lakes thousands of miles away."
Two lines of poetry, in front of everyone's field of vision, countless mountains rise from the ground, and the sky is violently windy and rainy. Hu Lengshuang and the male and female vixens looking around were not surprised by the endless lines of Shen Fengshu's poems, because they suddenly discovered that, Just feeling certain rhythms in the drastic changes in the celestial phenomena can make their cultivation level grow slightly.
.As a cultivator, who would care about others at this time?
"The pen falls in the storm, and the poem becomes the weeping ghosts and gods."
"The writing in the scroll is shaken by the fallen stars, and the ghosts and spirits in the cave are weeping."
In two consecutive sentences, the vast universe began to move according to the own movement rules of each star, which made people look dizzy. In all the surrounding open spaces, in the sky and on the ground, there seemed to be countless shadowy figures, or panicked figures. Running around, or crying, and the aura exuded by these shadows is like the aura of the Jindan ancestor, and everyone can feel it.
The monk felt frightened.
"The poem becomes a dragon and a tiger, and the stroke of the pen is even more shocking."
An earth-shaking roar came from the paper, and then a majestic giant tiger jumped out, roared wildly, and flew to nowhere in the strong wind.
Boom, a dragon shadow also shot straight into the sky from the wishful thinking paper. When the shadow of the dragon and tiger appeared, Hu Lengshuang and the vixens, big and small, who were watching, were all trembling with fear and could not control themselves.
But it wasn't over yet. There were two crisp chirps one after the other. First, a green shadow flew lightly from the paper and soared into the sky. Then there was a red shadow, with boundless domineering power, also disappearing into the sky.
Whether it was the vixens in the courtyard or the monks in Moyue City, they all remained in a trembling state and did not dare to make even a trace of noise.
"The pen of Luan Long Guan is finished, and the poem of pearls and jade is completed." Shen Fengshu wrote the last sentence with satisfaction, and the end of the poem also indicates that everything has come to an end.
The shadow of Qingluan True Dragon appeared again, soaring into the sky. Accompanied by the high and crisp sound of the dragon chanting, the vision in the sky seemed to have stopped at this moment and would never move again.
After the still scene lasted for a whole stick of incense, it slowly began to dissipate and turned into white clouds again. The wind and rain, the mountains, the rivers, lakes and seas, the universe and the stars, everything disappeared without a trace. The colorful clouds also turned back to white, just like the white clouds hiding their outlines around Moyue City, but it seemed like there was nothing there.
Happened generally.
Shen Fengshu's smile broke the perceptions of Hu Lengshuang and others. When Hu Lengshuang looked at Shen Fengshu with anger, he was shocked to find that Shen Fengshu was originally holding two pens side by side, but now, There is only one in his right hand, which is just like what he saw before, plain and unremarkable.