Dong Changping's foot was not heavy, but the cave was straight and deep, and the ground was still tilted, and this roll stopped for a long time, Su Wen scolded and straightened up, only to feel that the internal injuries that had finally calmed down almost spurted blood.

"Old thing, do you want to play with me?" Su Wen, who didn't care about scruples, scolded, and after a little fumbling, he realized that there was a lot of space, and he had to walk twenty-three steps to touch the opposite wall, and as for how deep it was, he didn't dare to go any further.

"It's pitch black for me to look for something, and I don't want to throw a torch down. ”

Complaining to complaining, Su Wen still followed the wall to explore, his palm brushed the wall, and the feeling that he returned was clearly that he thought that the traces of carving, one by one unrelated handwriting, as if written casually without rules, although he could not see it with his own eyes, he could still recognize the skill under the inscription only by the feeling of his fingertips, and he was slender and even, especially the wrist strength of the knife was completely penetrated into the stone wall through the blade, neither dragging nor scribbling, not only the robustness of the Northern Wei Dynasty, but also the charm and tenderness of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and some of the handwriting did not seem to be the current language, and the writing style was also quite retro, which can be said to be the director of a hundred schools, If those two idiots who have to fight across the river every year have seen the scenery here, I am afraid that the two of them will have to sleep all the way to learn from this wall.

"You don't want me to learn how to write, right?" Su Wen felt lost, even if his handwriting was dry and stiff, it didn't affect his recognition, not to mention what was the use of writing, the dignified generation of scholars was not reduced to a bad old man begging for wine.

It's just that as he continues to brush over the wall, the shape of each word is more and more clearly presented in the sea of knowledge, and then it is instantly scrambled, and the strokes of the words are scrambled together, leaving only countless strokes of the apostrophe, pinching, mentioning, pointing, and hooking a single stroke intertwined, more and more, more and more mixed, as if a mess is churning in the sea of his knowledge, the stone gate that has transformed from the dragon gate stands on the seashore, and the golden carp looks at the gradually chaotic word group in surprise, and his mouth keeps moving.

At this moment, Su Wencai suddenly realized that he couldn't control his body, his arm involuntarily touched every handwriting on the wall, his footsteps slowly moved forward, and it was dark in front of him, he didn't know how long he walked, and he didn't know how far he walked, as if this cave never ended, suddenly the flower pen flew out of his arms and fell into his palm, and he also changed from the initial touch to the pen to copy, one stroke at a time, the dantian actually faintly revealed a warm current, pouring into the limbs and hundreds of bones along the meridians, and finally gathered in the depths of the Spirit Palace.

Su Wen's spirit palace is slightly different from ordinary people, the spirit palace of ordinary monks is almost just a layer of illusion, condensed by the fluctuation of spiritual power like the appearance of Tonglu, and Su Wen's spirit palace is not only more condensed, the color is also different, such as the famous hall palace is blood red, but the mud pill palace is a piece of golden light, and the palace gate also retreats from the ancient meaning and gives birth to a pattern, from the first spirit palace to this is the stone gate, compass, three-legged golden crow, half of the weeping willow, human face, copper coin, six spirit palaces corresponding.

With the warm current pouring into the spirit palace, the originally small space suddenly underwent earth-shaking changes, the palace door was wide open, the whole cave was like a long pipe with heaven and earth, the surging and rolling spiritual power poured into the mouth of the cave, and a mass of counter-current visible to the naked eye expanded more and more, as if a hole was suddenly chiseled through the ocean, causing the sea water to pour in, such a wonder Dong Changping watched from afar, sighing.

"Seize the spiritual power of heaven and earth, Su is really a good means to carry you, saying that the Demon Sect is the product of failure in your hands, I am convinced, you fought with your life to let Mo Du retreat again, just don't want him to see this scene! Ling Tiangong except for Mo Du is just a group of self-righteous fools, extremely stupid. ”

As the warmth continued to churn in the Spirit Palace, and gradually gave birth to an unbearable burning sensation, Su Wen wanted to stop but was not controlled at all, his arm slid quickly on the wall as if he was enchanted, and the blue light group transformed by the Qinglan Buddha House slowly sank from his chest, passing through the three palaces in front of the Mingtang Palace and directly entering the fourth palace Liuzhu, and steadily escaped into it, and the spiritual power in the palace was poured into the light group almost instantly, and the light group continued to squirm, and it gradually condensed into a human form, like a baby in the womb, curled up with his hands and knees, and the whole body was full of blue light, and the specifications of the Liuzhu Palace expanded more than twice under this fluctuation, Su Wen had never felt such abundant spiritual power, rushing happily in the meridians.

Half a quarter of an hour later, there seemed to be a fire burning in Su Wen's body, and the pile of messy words in the sea of knowledge was still increasing, Su Wen's feet kept the initial slow steps turned into a gallop, the raw flower pen in his hand was even faster, some words were not completely outlined at all, directly brushed by, so ran for nearly 10,000 steps, and finally touched the end of the cave, on a tall and flat stone wall there is a handwriting that is completely different from the previous pen, a text that seems to be "Yong" and more complex, full of ten zhang long and wide, as if there are countless lines hindering "Yong" The formation of the word encloses it in it.

At this moment, Su Wen's hand finally stopped, and the feeling of soreness and swelling emerged like a broken embankment, which was clearly more laborious than dancing the sword for a day, and when Su Wen's eyes fell on the word "Yong", the chaotic strokes in the sea of knowledge were scattered, and the eight methods of Yongzi, point, horizontal, vertical, apostrophe, pinch, fold, bend, hook, are all in it, and a full 80,000 Yongzi poured into the meridians from the sea of knowledge, like blood flowing, and finally condensed at the end of a meridian like a branch.

"Click, click. ”

There was a burst of fried soybeans in his body, and a familiar feeling rippled from Su Wen's heart, and the seventh spirit palace was born in that burning sensation and character countercurrent, not only looking back at what Chen Maochuan had said to him at the beginning, any monk who opened the spirit palace needs to constantly urge the spiritual power to knock on the door, but his seven spirit palaces are more like a matter of course, the golden dragon enters the body on the viewing platform, opens the mud pill palace, and is forced to open the Ming Hall again when he stops Niu Batian and Mo Xiuyuan, and then the capital Si Mansion operates the spiritual power with one person and three phases, and opens four spirit palaces, and opens five spirit palaces in a row in just a few months, but none of them are knocked open by himself with spiritual power, as for the sixth, that is, even Ling Tiangong couldn't find a reasonable explanation, no matter how powerful the medicinal liquid of Hu Xiancao was, it was categorically unable to independently impact the Spirit Palace.

And now the seventh, comprehend the cave of nearly 100,000 words of exquisite penmanship after the red empowerment, the whole narrow cave is like a meridian connected with heaven and earth, and he is at the moment is the end of the meridian spirit palace open place, just waiting for water to irrigate, the channel is self-contained, such a cultivation technique, it is even better than the Demon Sect, spiritual cultivation is granted by the Heavenly Dao, do not ask to take it as a thief, Su Wen just don't ask not to take, it has its own wonderful method, just wait for the time to be ripe to bear fruit, just like an old farmer only needs to carry a bag to collect fruits everywhere.

Buddhism has a saying that cause and effect in the world are all causes and effects, what kind of cause was planted in the previous life, and what fruit was reaped in this life, but the cause of Su asked who planted it early, and how many fruits are waiting for him to pick in this life.

Thousands of words turned into a long river of ink in Su Wen's body rushing, a pitch-black spirit palace projected a majestic image from its body, and after the Liuzhu Palace, an ink pen fell into the palace, rummaging through many ancient books about the Spirit Palace in Ling Tian Palace, I have never heard of things other than spiritual power in the Spirit Palace, if the blue light source is the evolution of the Qinglan Buddha House, then the shape of this ink pen is the same as the Shenghua Pen, there are both magical powers and spiritual weapons, all of which are foreign objects, and why was it born in the Spirit Palace.

Su Wen didn't have time to think about it, the door of the black Spirit Palace opened, and a terrifying suction force emerged from it, and the handwriting on the walls on both sides of the darkness seemed to have an invisible blade scraped through, and every inch of the line, the handwriting on the wall disappeared an inch, reappearing in brilliance, and the wind continued to move forward, mixed with spiritual power and the inexplicable energy in the handwriting, this energy is not only the power of Dong Changping to go deep into it when he carved words, but also a kind of essence that is close to the Tao, if it is not Su Wen who is sitting in it at the moment, but Du Changhe, the master of divine thought, he will definitely be able to detect the location of divine thoughts from these handwritings, and ask the second divine power of the Taoist list, and use the power of thought to pass through all things, in terms of the concept of Ling Tiangong, This piece of heaven and earth is originally a square inch of realm that exists in the sea of heavenly knowledge, and it is precisely because everything is made of the idea of heavenly dao that people will sincerely have a sense of awe.

Dong Changping, who was carrying a wine gourd, swayed left and right to the outside of the cave, burped, with an indescribable look of pride on his face, and muttered drunkenly: "I'm afraid that the little guy has never seen such a magnificent image, but a pure mental power is enough for you to enjoy, so I will pull you out, so as not to die in it." ”

Dong Changping looked towards the cave, vaguely felt that the strong wind pouring into it dissipated a lot, thinking that the other party had also reached the limit, raised his hand and stretched forward half an inch, just submerging his forearm into the darkness, and then pulled out hard, only to see Su Wen being pulled out of the cave by his neck, Su Wen, who had reappeared in light, suddenly opened his eyes, and looked at the mellow moon above his head vigilantly, and the past of Fang Cai was like a dream flying away from his mind.

Then Dong Changping slid a fire fold, poked into the cave to look, through the firelight, Su Wen was shocked to find that the hole was only half a foot deep, but it was clear that he had walked no less than 10,000 steps in it, and the words on both sides were nearly 100,000, and at this moment it was just an ordinary soil hole, full of uneven mud, only the strange word "Yong" was still reflected on the stone wall, but now it looked at it without the shock of Fang Cai, and the place was only the size of a palm, more like the traces of someone scribbling on their hands.

"How is it possible, it's gone, it's all gone. ”

Dong Changping suddenly screamed like crazy, looking at the empty hole, where he wanted to get decades of hard work was eaten by the other party, and the two lines of sad tears couldn't stop pouring out.

"Senior, I was in there just now?" Su Wen asked softly, not believing that this half-foot distance could make him feel that he could not find the end.

"Sleep!"

Dong Changping waved his tattered sleeves viciously, and didn't want to say more than half a word to this thief who plucked sunflowers and dates, and thumped his chest and walked away.