After setting up the inkstone and condensing a wisp of clear spring, Ji Yuan grinded the ink himself.

A good ink ingot is not only the appearance and fragrance, but also reflects the extraordinary at this moment, the ink feels very fine when grinding, and the ink is extremely uniform, and the water in the inkstone is dyed black almost instantly.

The words on the "Sword Intent Post" are almost all half-upright, and they all look in the direction of the inkstone.

Grinding ink brings a simple sense of ritual, which makes Ji Yuan's heart more peaceful, and this change in will even affects the breath around Ji Yuan, making the original restless small characters seem unusually quiet.

The ink grinding out of the inkstone is like a black spring, which is not only translucent but also exudes this faint ink fragrance, so delicate that there is no trace of flaw.

Take the pen, pull the sleeve, dip the ink...... In this process, "Sword Intent" has "sliding" onto the table in front of Ji Yuan.

This temple is not a person who likes to dance and write, so there is no bookcase in the room, only such a small round table, but at this moment, the elegance of the small round table is not inferior to any incense case.

"The sword intent is written in Zuo Li, and the divine will that retains its peak state also makes you congenitally extraordinary, but Zuo Li is not really Zuo Jian Xian after all, the rhyme is heavy, the sharpness is long, and there is less change and more spirit......"

Ji Yuan lifted the pen, and the tip of the pen was still five inches above the "Sword Intent Post", looking at these quiet little words.

"Words are also a manifestation of the Tao, iron painting silver hook can also moisten the ink to show the spirit, I brush the ink for you, not only care about eating ink, but also need to visualize my pen to save the meaning of God, I will be at the right time to nine kinds of handwriting changes for you to brush the ink, today is the first. If anyone is distracted and doesn't pay attention, I won't do it again for you alone, you know?"

The "Sword Intent Post" was quiet, but Ji Yuan knew that it was not that they didn't understand, and it wasn't that they didn't hear it, on the contrary, these small words were all very serious.

Nodding, the wolf pen finally fell, dotting on the first "I" word.

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

The emotions of the whole "Sword Intent Post" are changed with Zuo Li's life, from high spirits to old age, from the excitement of entering the rivers and lakes to the invincible loneliness, but Ji Yuan brushes and writes in ink, naturally tries to fade Zuo Li's emotions and shows the agility of the handwriting itself.

It took more than an hour to write a piece, but in fact, it didn't even take half a quarter of an hour to write, and the main time was spent on grinding ink.

After writing it again, I shared exactly ten ink ingots, and when I was grinding the ink, I added Ji Yuan's own mana and a trace of Xuanhuang Qi, which consumed a lot of mind.

But the result is also gratifying, the whole "Sword Intent Post" is now bright and shining, each small word is like a meditating monk, quietly shrouded in this layer of light, a long time has passed, the ink is gradually drying, but the light is still not retreating.

"Yes, it's worthy of being born with a word spirit!"

Ji Yuan sincerely admired, and he also liked these little guys from the bottom of his heart, and he knew better about their special and wonderful.

There is no lack of repetition in these 100 words, but even if they are two seemingly repetitive words, the spirituality contained in them is similar but different.

Although there are only a hundred and ten words, Ji Yuan has never been a greedy person, and it is already a creation to get these hundred and ten words.

And although these words make up the "Sword Intent Post", Ji Yuan believes that with his help, on the premise of not splitting their unity and integrity, the variability will also increase, and then the words and words can be combined with countless possibilities.

Put the wolf pen on the pen stand, stretch your muscles and bones, and sit on the side to meditate.

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Although there are people who come to incense from time to time, but for Ji Yuan, it is actually quite quiet, and it is three days to stay here, except for the first day to help those small characters write and brush ink, the next two days are more comfortable, and they are mostly going out to wander in Moyuan County.

As a place famous for the production of ink, since it is here, how can Ji Yuan take a good tour, understand the general manufacturing process of various fine inks, and hear about the history of ink production in Moyuan County, as well as various cultural characteristics.

During the period, the land of the lane township was divided several times, bringing boxes of high-quality ink to Jiyuan, in addition to lacquer smoke ink, pine smoke ink, oil smoke ink and other major categories of fine products.

And on the evening of the third day, after the temple blessings and temple workers of the Land Temple rested, Ji Yuan's door was gently knocked again.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

Ji Yuan was deducing the practice method of "Heaven and Earth Mystic Law" by writing with a pen, and when he heard the knock on the door, he knew who was outside, but he said lightly "Come in", and then continued to be happy and continued to write with his pen.

The land lord held a much smaller box in one hand, grabbed the wooden staff in the other hand and pushed the door open, seeing that Ji Yuan was writing, his movements were a little lighter, and after carefully closing the door, he stepped forward slowly and said in a low voice.

"Hehe, Mr. Ji, the little god has found the best thing, and he is here to dedicate it to Mr."

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

And today, his heart is finally a little more steady, of course, the box of ink in his hand is still not comparable to the value of the law money, but in his opinion, he is already the best in the world, and the weight is somewhat heavier.

"Sir, look!"

The land lord walked to the table and opened the box as if offering treasures.

Ji Yuan will just take another wrong step, and the coherent natural meaning of the magic method is confused, so he also stopped writing, turned his head and looked into the box of the land lord, and saw more than a dozen ink ingots lying in it like layers of gold thread patterns stacked together.

"What is this?"

"Hey, hey, sir, I don't know, this is an extremely rare golden fragrant ink, which almost never circulates in the formal market, even the rich and powerful people are often hard to find, and they may not even have heard of it!"

"So this is Jin Xiangmo!"

Surprised words blurted out from Ji Yuan's mouth, he visited Moyuan County in the past two days, and heard the name of Jin Xiangmo from a disabled and elderly ink maker.

It is said that this kind of ink is extremely difficult to make, and the process is also extremely cumbersome, just like a swordsman casting a fine sword, and in the process of making ink, the ink grease is embedded and pressed and accumulated layer by layer, forming a circle of golden lines as thin as cicada wings.

"Fragrant ink pith, black fat like paste, juice sticky pen, paper condensation!"

Hearing Ji Yuan say these doorways, the land lord was even happier, and the more Mr. Ji knew the goods, the better.

"It's worthy of Mr. Ji, I understand it thoroughly! Yes, this is Jin Xiangmo, it can be described as an ingenious system, does Mr. like it?"

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

Ji Yuan thanked him, these dozen golden incense ink ingots came too well, and in the future, he brushed ink for the ninth writing of those small characters, which was just right to use, and there were a few more.

After getting so much ink, Ji Yuan didn't want to get an inch, so he directly told the land that the ink was enough, and he didn't have to look for it anymore, and he also told him that he was about to leave.

This made the land lord breathe a sigh of relief, but also somewhat disappointed.

This one is definitely a great divine immortal cultivator with a superb Dao, if he can live in the land temple permanently, maybe he can still have a great opportunity, but this kind of thing can't be forced, but this encounter is already fate.

Waiting for the land lord to leave, Ji Yuan took out all the ink in his hand and put it on the table, together with Jin Xiangmo, a total of four large boxes and one small box.

The birth of each piece of high-quality ink is time-consuming and laborious, especially the golden fragrant ink, which can be said to be unique in each piece of ink, and is unique in the same batch of source ink.

A box of ink of this kind is placed in front of him, and even if it is Ji Yuan, there is a feeling of 'I count someone is very rich now'.

On the second day, Ji Yuan got up early in the morning, said goodbye to the temple, and then walked to the north.

Looking at Ji Yuan's distant back, Miao Zhu didn't feel any relaxed, to be honest, he was nervous at first, and he was cautious in reception, but this Mr. Ji is like the warm sunshine in winter, humorous and knowledgeable, and getting along with him naturally becomes comfortable, how can there be any depression.

Although it was only three days, but now that Mr. Ji is gone, the temple Zhu and even the two temple workers are a little reluctant, just telling Ji Yuan that if he passes by again, he hopes to come to the temple to stay again.

And at the time of the lunch break at noon that day, Miao Zhu was entrusted with a dream by the land lord again, and was praised by the land lord.

As for Ji Yuan, of course, this time he went in the direction of Daliang Temple, and he didn't have to see Monk Huitong this time, but after listening to interesting stories at the dinner table before, Ji Yuan wanted to see if this monk was still so embarrassed.

To a certain extent, in the case of harmlessness, Ji Yuan is also a bit of a bad taste, anyway, there are still a few years before the Xianyou Conference, and it is not too late to go to Daliang Temple and then to Yuhuai Mountain.

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Even if Ji Yuan did not deliberately rush to the road with the technique of flying, he only walked through Tingliang with the intention of swimming the dragon, and on the premise of not staying, he also arrived at Tongqiu Mansion in the north of Tingliang Country half a month later, which is the boundary where Daliang Temple is located.

As Liu Yuanwai said, Tingliang is much better than Zuyue Kingdom, but it is really not as good as Dazhen, many places along the way are not rich, although the people can eat and dress warmly, but almost no savings, once there is an accident of natural and man-made disasters, it is difficult to get strong assistance in this social environment.

However, Tongqiu Mansion is naturally a rich place because it is next to the capital of Tingliang Kingdom, and when he goes to several nearby prefectures, Ji Yuan sees more smiles on the faces of the people.

At the end of September, outside the Daliang Temple, Ji Yuan walked on the road to the Daliang Temple with other pilgrims.

The ground here is paved with bluestone, wide enough to be able to four carriages in parallel, in addition to pedestrians and carriages and horses, there are also people pushing carts, carrying incense and candles and other things forward, and there are also people carrying the wooden targets of sugar gourds while walking and selling, a lively scene.

The pilgrim's whispers were all in Ji Yuan's ears, and after a while, he heard the voices of Master Huitong in several places, and the crisp and pleasant sound should have come from a young woman.

"When...... While...... When ......"

The bell of Daliang Temple came from afar, and a magnificent Buddhist temple was already looming in front of you.

Thank you to the book friend "Mr. Mu of Jamil" for the silver league master of the big guy!

(End of chapter)