Cheng Liu sat cross-legged on the futon with his eyes closed, as if he was meditating.
Not far from him, on a desk, Cheng Wenxin was burying himself in the desk and writing on papyrus.
There was no thinking, just the pen flying without a trace of pause, but the fine sweat seeping from the temples on the forehead clearly meant that it was not that simple!
shorten the distance!
You can see that the writing on the straw paper is clear and smooth, and the writing is like a god, as if he has already memorized the content of the writing. It can be clearly seen that this is not the first time or twice.
After a long time!
Cheng Wenxin glanced cautiously at Patriarch Liu on the futon not far away!
However, the flowing writing on the papyrus paper is still flowing out from the tip of the pen as before!
At this time.
A faint voice came.
“If you don’t write with your heart in mind, what’s the use of writing more?”
"Ten thousand more times!"
This voice came from Cheng Liu, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon.
Although he did not open his eyes or observe Cheng Wenxin specifically, the entire wooden house was within the alert range of his spiritual consciousness.
Even if he cultivates wholeheartedly, within the warning range, it will appear in his heart subconsciously.
This is because Cheng Liu has already developed his spiritual awareness to the level of instinct.
Therefore, every table, chair, and even a speck of dust in the wooden house will appear in his mind, not to mention Cheng Wenxin's small actions.
This is the scary thing about monks!
Hear this.
The pen on the desk paused, and Cheng Wen's heart went cold for a moment. He did not expect that he would receive such a gift just by glancing at him. This would never happen in the past.
Is it because the ancestor is here that he is so strict?
A big question mark appeared in his mind.
Although he doesn't like this 'big gift' very much, he has to accept it, otherwise the 'gift' will be even heavier, and he understands this very well!
Cheng Liu didn't want to try again.
Immediately, he responded with a grimace, not daring to distract himself anymore.
This scene happened in the wooden house in the backyard!
The two people walking in the backyard, like a couple of gods, noticed it!
Regarding this.
There was a smile in Cheng Bizheng's starry eyes, but he didn't say much.
Obviously.
His previous teachings to Liu'er were passed down and carried forward to a higher level!
Although it is very easy for a monk to write family rules ten thousand times, it is not so easy for the Cheng family to write them ten thousand times.
Precisely because that brush is not made of ordinary wood, but of heavy stone!
Although the heavy stone can barely be regarded as a spiritual material, it actually has no use value and cannot be used in various magical arts such as weapon refining. However, this stone has one characteristic, that is, it is very heavy!
However, even if it is heavy, it cannot withstand the bombardment of a magical weapon.
With one blow, even objects made of heavy stone will be bombarded into powder.
Therefore, this kind of spiritual material is useless.
Just like this writing brush, although it is only three inches long, it is as heavy as a boulder, which shows how heavy a heavy boulder really is.
certainly.
There are many useless spiritual materials with similar effects to heavy stones in the world of immortality.
At this time.
Murong Wanwan chuckled lightly and said:
"Husband, your tutor is quite strict!"
Apparently, she also discovered the material of the brush in Cheng Wenxin's hand.
Hear the words.
Cheng Buzheng looked at Murong Wanwan with a solemn expression, shook his head and said:
"Wan'er, you said it wrong!"
"What did I say wrong?"
Murong Wanwan looked at Cheng Buzheng with some doubts.
"This is not only my tutor, but also your descendant!"
Murong Wanwan was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then said softly:
"What your husband said is that Wan'er realized her mistake!"
As he spoke, those tender eyes looked straight at Cheng Bu Zheng.
See this.
Cheng Buzheng couldn't bear it anymore and couldn't help but coughed a few times.
"Cough...cough...!"
"Wan'er, let's go!"
Immediately.
Cheng Bu Zheng, who had an ordinary face, and Murong Wanwan, who was wearing a white veil, walked towards the bustling street.
Although Minghua Fairy City is a monk fairy city, it is not very different from an ordinary mortal city.
There are various shops in the city, and there are also many monks selling various spiritual foods on both sides of the street.
These monks all have one thing in common, their cultivation is at the beginning or middle stage of Qi training...
This is also a means of livelihood for low-level monks in the world of immortality.
Because of this, these snacks contain very little spiritual essence, but it is undeniable that these snacks are spiritual and taste very good.
There are fried monster meat, spiritual shrimp jelly, crab roe spiritual powder, spiritual fruit cake...
Along the way, Murong Wanwan was like a little girl, trying to taste every spiritual food she had never seen or eaten before.
Regarding this.
Cheng Buzheng smiled all the way and acted as a tool to pay for the spirit stones.
Occasionally.
Cheng Buzheng will also receive unexpected gains!
Such as, at this moment!
A sweet voice sounded in his ears.
"Husband, this shrimp jelly tastes very good, come and try it!"
At the same time, a silver spoon came to Cheng Bu Zheng's mouth.
The silver spoon is filled with crystalline jelly.
See this.
Cheng Buzheng was not disappointed!
After Murong Wanwan saw Cheng Buyu swallowing it with a smile on her face, she smiled brightly, like an elf, and walked forward to another small stall.
Only the servants who paid the bills were left in place.
Cheng Buzheng chuckled lightly and shook his head!
The young monk selling spiritual shrimp jelly accepted the spiritual stone in fear.
Along the way, most of the delicacies were eaten by Cheng Buzheng, but Murong Wanwan just tasted one and then fed them to Cheng Buzheng.
Regarding this, Cheng Buzheng was also dumbfounded.
After tasting many delicacies, Cheng Buzheng took Murong Wanwan to the street stall area of Minghua Fairy City.
The two of them were walking around and talking.
suddenly.
Murong Wanwan's eyes shone brightly, and her mind fell on a stall selling jewelry in front of her.
The jewelry on the stall is no different from ordinary magical instruments, but the appearance of each magical instrument is very delicate.
Therefore, there are several female nuns in front of this stall, choosing.
It can be seen that although the weapon refining masters who refined these magic weapons may not have high skills in weapon refining, they still have a nine-orificed exquisite heart that firmly captured the thoughts of those female cultivators.
When Cheng Bu Zheng saw the look in Murong Wanwan's eyes, he understood.
A mere magic weapon is not worth a few spiritual stones.
It’s not a big deal to use these three melons and two dates to coax you!
If Wan'er is happy, maybe more can be unlocked tonight.
Thinking of this, Cheng Buzheng walked forward without hesitation.
The female cultivators who were selecting felt the suffocating pressure and quickly put down their jewelry, stepped aside, and waited for Cheng Buzheng to choose.
same.
When the middle-aged beautiful stall owner saw the ordinary-looking Cheng Buzheng, she quickly stood up and bowed.
See this.
Cheng Bu Zheng simply stopped, indicating that there was no need to be more polite.
He stretched out his hand.
A hosta with hanging phoenix feathers flew into his hand.
Then inquire directly!
A beautiful middle-aged woman would not dare to open her mouth in front of a real Jin Dan!
Because she had noticed a long time ago that the veiled female cultivator who came with this senior was also a Jindan Zhenren.
Even if she knew that the price would increase tenfold at this time, this Jindan master would not refuse.
But the consequences...
She doesn't dare to gamble!
Being sincere is a must.
This is the experience accumulated by a middle-aged beautiful woman in the world of immortality for many years.