Xiao Yu meditated on the spot, and after adjusting himself to the best state, he picked up the brush and was about to go to the inkstone to dip in ink, but then he froze.
Although the white mist on the inkstone was not very dense, it was obviously abnormal. Even the ghost corpse now noticed something was wrong and immediately stopped what he was doing.
But as soon as the ghost corpse's hand stopped, the smoke stopped rising and began to dissipate.
"Don't stop, keep going."
Xiao Yu said in an extremely low voice, as if he was afraid of waking up something.
The ghost corpse then continued to turn the inkstone on the inkstone, and then the mist gushes out again.
But the strange thing is that the mist did not dissipate, but gathered on the inkstone, sometimes rising and sometimes sinking.
The small round nest where Xiao Yu dipped in ink seemed to have become a little strange at this time. It gave Xiao Yu the feeling that it had turned into a pool!
"Look, there are words here."
The ghost corpse pointed to the corner and said as if he had discovered a new world.
Sure enough, Xiao Yu turned around and saw three big Chinese characters of "Shanhe Inkstone" written on it.
"Shanhe Inkstone, such a domineering name."
Xiao Yu couldn't help but praise it, and then he continued to circle around the inkstone, looking at every corner.
Looking at it, I really found something different.
In the corner of the small inkstone, a house and a cottage appeared.
In the thatched cottage, a man in white clothes was playing the piano, and there was a white crane standing beside him. Apart from that, there was nothing else.
After reading the thatched cottage, Xiao Yu's eyes followed the path in front of the thatched cottage and looked towards the house over there.
The house has a fence, and an old man with white hair and beard stands beside the fence.
The old man had white hair flying, holding a hoe in his hand, and in front of the old man, there was also a middle-aged man with a long black beard standing, holding his hands together, as if he was asking for advice.
"Is this Confucius asking for advice?"
Xiao Yu was stunned for a moment, then took a closer look, which further confirmed what he was thinking.
Because there is a big buffalo tied to the edge of the courtyard, which is Laojun's mount.
Lao Jun is older than Confucius. Although one is a Taoist and the other is a Confucian, they have many things in common.
Therefore, when Confucius had doubts, he often went to Laozi for advice.
And this picture is a picture of Confucius studying.
Xiao Yu stood there and stared for a long time, and finally slowly closed his eyes, and then opened them again.
Now it seems that this mountain and river inkstone must have been produced around Laojun's time. On the fist-sized stone, there are not only mountains and rivers, but also houses and strange animals. It is indeed a magnificent mountain and river.
"What a Shanhe inkstone, this thing has an extraordinary origin!
After I get out, I have to look into the origin of this mountain and river inkstone, I guess it has some history."
To be able to engrave Laojun and Confucius on it, I have to say that the craftsman's skill has truly reached the level of perfection.
If Xiao Yu didn't look carefully, it would be really difficult to find it. Let alone a mortal, he wouldn't be able to find any abnormalities.
"Laojun and Confucius are both saints. The two saints share the same inkstone. This is probably the first time in thousands of years!
Who is the great witch? There is such a thing. If you can see her, you must find out."
Xiao Yu thought to himself, and then stretched out his fingers to press on the inkstone, sending a stream of spiritual energy into it.
As usual, Yantai absorbed the spiritual energy directly, but there was no change at all.
"Xiao Yu, do you think that if the inkstone reaches infinity, will it look like a mountain swirling in mid-air?"
The ghost corpse looked at the inkstone and said seriously.
Xiao Yu couldn't help laughing after hearing this.
"If that's the case, do you know how much spiritual energy is wasted in one second on average?
Even if you are an immortal, I'm afraid I won't be able to sustain it for a minute. It's too unrealistic.
Besides, magic weapons all have limitations, it doesn’t mean you can make them as big as you want.”
While explaining to the ghost corpse, Xiao Yu returned to the futon and began to draw the yin and yang teleportation talisman.
As for the inkstone, Xiao Yu put it aside for now and did not worry about it. He would slowly explore it during future use.
The yin and yang teleportation talisman is considered a relatively top-level talisman, so the requirements for the talisman are also very high. Xiao Yu held the talisman pen attentively and slowly walked around on the talisman paper. At the same time, all the spiritual energy in his body was sent into the talisman pen.
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However, just after one-fifth of the drawing, the talisman pen in Xiao Yu's hand broke directly, and the tip of the pen instantly burned.
"The top-level talismans are indeed different. Ordinary talisman pens cannot support the infusion of spiritual power!"
Xiao Yu waved his hand and blew the burning talisman pen to the ground, then took out another one and started drawing.
But this time it was the same as last time. Just after I drew a few symbols, the pen broke again.
"Forget it, it seems that the time has not come yet, so we have to prepare the talismans."
Xiao Yu folded the talisman and pressed it with an inkstone, then took out a book and looked for materials for making talisman pens.
According to what is said in Taoist books, there are two materials for high-end talisman pens to make the pen holder. One is bamboo that is more than hundreds of years old. That kind of thing can be found in the cave of Guan Tianyue.
The other type is the bones of spiritual beasts.
The skeleton requires leg bones, which are burned with three-flavored real fire. The bones are burned to a certain thickness, and then the top is cut off, and a certain amount of talisman-drawing materials are poured into it. This can be done in one go, and there is no need to add ink in the middle, so the talisman drawn will be more effective.
Of course, the pen barrel is only the first step, and there is also the pen tip.
Maoshan Taoist records record that good pen brushes are made from the hair of spiritual animals. The higher the strength, the better, as they can carry more spiritual energy.
Of course, there is also a dragon-hair talisman pen in the legend. Take the top of the dragon's beard, then put thousands of them together, and then use the dragon bone as the handle. The pen will change the color of the sky and the earth, and the formed talisman will have unpredictable power.
Of course, Xiao Yu was just watching for fun. He didn't think he had the ability to pluck beards from dragons.
From this look, it was several days. Among the ancient jade from Maoshan, Xiao Yu seemed to have forgotten the time.
Another three days passed. On this day, Xiao Yu was practicing Taoism in the ancient jade of Maoshan, but suddenly his soul was shaken, and a crisis suddenly came, causing him to leave the ancient jade in an instant.
In the cave, Xiao Yu was sitting cross-legged, but someone came quickly from a distance, it was Qingzi.
Qingzi held a long sword in his hand, his face was as cold as frost, and then the long sword in his hand suddenly stabbed out, directly towards Xiao Yu's face.
And at this moment, Xiao Yu suddenly opened his eyes, suddenly reached out with one hand, and directly caught the charging sword between his two fingers.
But Qingzi's reaction was not slow. The moment Xiao Yu clamped the long sword in her hand, the other party dropped the long sword, turned her other hand into a claw shape, and grabbed Xiao Yu's throat again.
"Devil, die."
Qingzi made an angry sound, but when his hand came close to Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu disappeared instantly, and then a sentence came out.
"Now that we have a breakthrough, let's get out."
Xiao Yu appeared in the distance, but Qingzi didn't want to let him go.
"Get out of him, or we will perish together today."
Qingzi's aura began to rise, her light blue robes whirred, and chrysanthemums of various colors gathered above her head, turning into a large colorful bird that neighed at Xiao Yu.
