After placing the inkstone and gathering a clear spring, Jiyuan grinds the ink by himself.

A good ink ingot not only has its appearance and fragrance, but also shows extraordinaryness at this moment. When grinding ink, it feels very fine and smooth, and the ink is extremely uniform. The water in the inkstone is dyed black almost instantly.

Almost all the words on "Sword Intention Tie" are half-standing, and they all look in the direction of the inkstone.

The grinding of ink brings a simple sense of ritual, which makes Jiyuan's mind more peaceful. This change in will even affects the breath around Jiyuan, making the originally restless small characters look extremely quiet.

The ink grinding out of the inkstone is like a black clear spring, which is not only transparent but also exudes a faint ink fragrance, so delicate that it has no flaws.

Take the pen, pull the sleeves, and dip the ink... During this process, "Sword Intent Tie" has "slid" itself on the table in front of Jiyuan.

This temple Zhu is not a person who likes to dance and ink, so there is no book case in the room, just such a small round table, but at this moment, the elegant charm of the small round table is not inferior to any incense table.

"The sword intent is written in Zuo Li, which retains the spirit of his peak state, which also makes you extraordinary. But Zuo Li is not the real Zuo Jianxian after all. The characters are heavy, sharp, and have less changes and more energy..."

The pen is picked up by the sword, and the tip of the pen is still five inches above the "Sword Intention Tie", looking at these quiet small characters.

"Writing is also a reflection of Tao. I can also moisten the ink and show the spirit. I will brush ink for you. I cannot just focus on eating ink, but also visualize my intention to keep my mind alive. I will use nine kinds of handwriting changes to write for you at the right time. Today is the first one. If anyone is distracted and doesn't pay attention, I won't do it again for you alone, do you understand?"

The "Sword Intent Post" is quiet, but Jiyuan knows that it is not that they don't understand it, nor that they are distracted and not heard it. On the contrary, these small words are all serious.

Nodded, the wolf's brush finally fell down and pointed it on the first word "典".

(I have loved weapons since I was a child, especially swords. I got wooden swords at the age of six...)

The emotions of the entire "Sword Intent Tie" have changed with Zuo Li's life, from his enthusiasm to his old age, from his excitement and anxiety to his invincible loneliness. However, when writing in a plan, he naturally tried to get rid of Zuo Li's emotions and showed the agility of his handwriting.

It took more than an hour to write a book, but in fact, it took only half a quarter of an hour to write it, and the main time it took to grind ink.

After writing it, I used exactly ten ink ingots. When grinding the ink, I added Jiyuan's own magic power and a hint of mysterious yellow energy, which consumed a lot of energy.

But the result is also gratifying. The whole article "Sword Intention Tie" is now bright and shining brightly. Small words are like monks meditating, quietly enveloped in this layer of light. After a long time, the ink trace is gradually drying up, but the light still does not retreat.

"Not bad, I'm worthy of being born with a spirit of character!"

Ji Yuan sincerely praised these little guys, and he also liked them from the bottom of his heart, and he knew more about their specialness and wonder.

There are many repetitive words among these 100 words, but even the two seemingly repetitive words actually contain similar but different spiritualities.

Although there are only a few hundred words, Jiyuan has never been a greedy person. It is already a fate to get these hundred words.

Moreover, although these words form the "Sword Intent Tie", Jiyuan believes that with his help, the change will increase without dividing their unity and integrity, and then the words can also be combined into countless possibilities.

Put the wolf's pen on the pen holder, stretch your muscles and bones, sit next to me and concentrate and practice...

Although there are people coming to burn incense in the Lilan Township Temple, it is actually quite quiet for Jiyuan. I stay here for three days. In addition to helping those small characters write and brush ink on the first day, it will be more comfortable in the next two days, and most of them are going out to wander around Moyuan County.

As a world-famous place for ink production, since you have come, how could Jiyuan have a good tour, learn about the rough manufacturing process of various fine inks, and hear about the history of ink production in Moyuan County and various cultural characteristics.

During this period, the land in Li Nong Township was several centimeters, bringing Jiyuan a box of high-quality ink, in addition to lacquer smoke ink, pine smoke ink, oil smoke ink and other major products.

On the third night, after the temple prayers and temple workers of the Tudi Temple were resting, Jiyuan's door was gently knocked again.

"Dongdongdongdong..."

Ji Yuan was deducing the practice techniques of "The Wonderful Method of Heaven and Earth" by writing with his pen. When he heard the knock on the door, he knew who was outside. He just said lightly "Come in", and then he kept happy and continued to write and write.

The Land Lord held a much smaller box in one hand and grabbed the wooden stick with the other and pushed open the door. Seeing Jiyuan writing, he moved a little lighter. After carefully closing the door, he walked forward slowly and whispered.

"Hehe, Mr. Ji, the little god has found the best thing, come and offer it to Mr.!"

These days, the Tudigong has indeed found a lot of good ink, but he always feels bad in his heart, because these inks are not as good as the magic money.

Today, I finally felt a little more at ease. Of course, the box of ink in my hand is still not comparable to the value of the magic money, but in his opinion, he is already the leader among the inks of the world, and it is a bit heavier.

"Sir, please see!"

The Land Lord walked to the table and opened the box as if offering treasures.

Jiyuan was just wrong now, and the natural meaning of the magic method was coherent and confusing. So he stopped writing, turned his head and looked at the box of Tudigong. He saw more than a dozen ink ingots lying inside, like layers of golden lines and patterns stacked.

"This is?"

"Hehehe, sir, don't know that this is an extremely rare golden ink, which is almost never circulated in the formal market. Even wealthy, powerful and powerful people are often hard to find, and they may not even hear about it!"

"So this is Jinxiang Ink!"

Surprising words blurted out from Ji Yuan's mouth. In the past two days, he visited Moyuan County and heard 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 cumbersome, just like a swordsman casting a top-grade sword. Ink fat is embedded in the ink making process and pressed and accumulated layer by layer, forming a circle of golden patterns as thin as a cicada's wings.

"The fragrance is as fragrant as ink marrow, black fat is like paste, juice is slimmed into the pen, and the paper is solidified!"

When Mr. Jiyuan told these tricks, he was even happier. The more Mr. Ji knew the better.

"It's worthy of being Mr. Ji, who knows it thoroughly! Yes, this is Jinxiang ink, which is a craftsmanship. Does Mr. like it?"

"I like it, of course I like it. Thank you, the Tudigong for finding this golden ink for Ji, thank you!"

Ji Yuan thanked him. These dozens of gold ink ingots were so good. In the future, he could use them for the ninth time and could use them for those small characters.

After getting so many inks, Jiyuan didn't want to be more tempted. He directly told the land that the ink was enough, so there was no need to look for it anymore, and he also told that he was about to leave.

This made the Tudigong feel a little disappointed.

This is definitely a great immortal cultivator with great wisdom and great power. If he can live in the Land Temple forever, he may have great opportunities. However, this kind of thing cannot be forced, but this encounter is already a fate.

When Tudigong left, Ji Yuan took out all the ink in his hand and placed it on the table, together with the golden ink, there were four large boxes and a small box.

These high-quality inks are all poured into the hard work of older ink-making masters. The birth of each piece of high-quality ink is time-consuming and laborious, especially the golden ink. It can be said that each piece of ink is unique and leading the way among the same batch of source inks.

Ink boxes of this kind of ink are placed in front of you, even if you make a decision, you will feel that "I think someone is very rich now."

The next day, Jiyuan started early, and after saying goodbye to the temple, he walked towards the north.

Looking at Jiyuan's back as he was gone, Temple Zhu didn't feel relaxed at all. To be honest, he was nervous at the beginning and was cautious when receiving it, but Mr. Ji was like the warm winter sunshine, humorous, knowledgeable and knowledgeable. He naturally became comfortable with him, so there was no depression.

Although it was only three days, Mr. Ji has left now, and the temple monks and even the two temple workers are a little reluctant to leave. They just told Jiyuan that if they pass by again in the future, they hope to stay in the temple again.

During the lunch break that day, the temple prayer was entrusted by the Land Lord again, and was praised by the Land Lord.

As for Jiyuan, of course, this time he was heading towards Daliang Temple. He didn't have to meet Monk Huitong this time, but after listening to interesting stories at the dinner table before, Jiyuan wanted to see if this monk was still so embarrassed.

To a certain extent, in the harmless situation, Jiyuan is also a bit of a bad taste. Anyway, there are still a few years before the Xianyou Conference, so it is not too late to go to Daliang Temple first and then to Yuhuai Mountain...

Even though Ji Yuan did not deliberately use the art of flying, he only walked around Tingliang with the intention of traveling dragons. Without staying there, he arrived at Tongqiu Mansion in the northern border of Tingliang Kingdom half a month later, which was the territory where Daliang Temple was located.

As Liu Yuanwai said, the Liang Kingdom of Ting and Liang Kingdom was much better than the Yue Kingdom, but it was not as good as Dazhen. Many places along the way were not rich. Although the people could eat and wear warm clothes, they had almost no savings. Once there was a natural disaster accident, it would be difficult to get strong assistance in this social environment.

However, because Tongqiu Mansion is next to the capital of Tingliang Kingdom, it is naturally a wealthy place. When he went to several nearby prefectures, Jiyuan saw more smiles from the people.

At the end of September, outside Daliang Temple, Jiyuan walked along the road to Daliang Temple with other pilgrims.

The ground here is paved with bluestone, so wide that four carriages can be run in parallel. In addition to pedestrians and horses, there are also people pushing carts, carrying incense, candles and other things, and some people are carrying wooden targets of candied haws while walking and hawking, which is a lively scene.

The pilgrim's voice was all in Jiyuan's ears. Soon, he heard several discussions about Master Huitong's voices. The crisp and pleasant sound should have come from the young woman.

“When…when…when…when….”

The bells of Daliang Temple came from afar, and a magnificent Buddhist temple had already appeared in front of you.
Chapter completed!