Ji Yuan saw Lin Jian staring at the sword intent post without blinking, and there was a flow of magic light in his eyes. He knew that the other party must be using the magic eyes, but obviously he didn't see anything. The expression on his face showed this clearly.

"Mr. Ji, this is the word on this post..."

Ji Yuan held his sleeve in his left hand and held a pen ink in his right hand. Then he carefully wrote with a wolf's hair on the sword intent post, while explaining calmly.

"There are so many monsters in the world. These small characters are just one of the ordinary monsters of living beings. Fellow Daoist Lin doesn't have to pay too much attention."

There are many common sense practitioners who know this, but they have heard of many creatures and even Lin Jian, who have become geniuses, have heard of many, even seen them. However, for the first time I heard that words can become geniuses, and the words on a copybook have become geniuses and can still fight!

After Mr. Ji said this, Lin Jian didn't want to make a fuss, but the curiosity in his heart was really hard to suppress. Moreover, Mr. Ji had a good temper, so he couldn't help asking more questions.

"Mr. Ji said, he has lost his composure, but since he practiced, he has never heard of the word "single" and "single" as a single word. Are they really independent individuals?"

When Lin Jian said this, he found that except for the character in Jiyuan's pen, all other small characters were supported by half of the body, which made him suddenly feel like he was stared at by more than a hundred little monsters. Then when the character before the nib of Jiyuan's pen left and moved to the next word, all of them were "lying flat" on the copybook. The feeling of gaze also disappeared, and the copybook seemed to be still ordinary.

"Haha, that's right, so it's very lively sometimes."

As Ji Yuan said, the first time "Moisten ink" was completed, a golden ink was exhausted, and every small character was taken care of and brushed all the ink, but this would at most make a lot of small characters "fill", and it was not really about brushing ink for small characters.

The first ink ingot was used up, and a few more were taken out and grinding the ink again. Under the influence of mana, the ink on the inkstone increased very slowly, while the ink ingot would be consumed at an extremely fast speed.

Lin Jian next to him never left. Since Mr. Ji didn't drive him away, he was shameless and stayed here for the time being.

Ji Yuan Yu Guang glanced at Lin Jian, but didn't say anything. It was not a shameful thing, and he whispered to the sword intent post.

"Everything is ready."

As soon as he finished speaking, he would touch the ink again. After calming down, he would put his pen on the paper and concentrate on brushing the ink.

At the same time, Lin Jian felt that the small words on the desk copybook had a strange atmosphere. They were no longer ordinary and difficult to find, but were all spiritually visible. This felt very magical. If you insist on saying it, it was like more than a hundred young monks meditating cross-legged and experiencing the world.

This time, after the plot was written, every small word would appear with a glimmer of light. Every stroke was no longer a simple smear, but was extremely charming.

It took more than an hour to write a book, and the main time was grinding the ink. On this book, the small characters were all brightly ink, making the whole book shrouded in a layer of hazy glimmer that lasted for a long time.

‘These words are practicing!’

This is a thought that arises naturally in Lin Jian’s mind, and it is not difficult to infer that these small words are the Dharma taught by fate.

Of course, what you do in fact cannot be taught the Dharma at all. It is just to show the Tao in the text based on your own understanding of these words.

However, since I think these small words are practicing, Lin Jian consciously thinks that he is not suitable to stand here. This is equivalent to being an outsider present when the master teaches his disciples his skills, which is not suitable.

So Lin Jian bowed and whispered.

"Mr. Ji, I'll take your leave first. After you finish your meal, you can just send the tableware and items outside Yunxia Garden."

"Okay, Ji won't give it to you."

Watching Lin Jian leave, Ji Yuan put down his pen and finished brushing the ink for the small characters. It was time to eat. The dishes on the table tray were very delicate, including hot dishes that were still steaming, cold dishes with fine ice beads, and even a pot of wine.

"It's pretty good to sell, but the quantity is too small..."

Ji Yuan smiled and shook his head, and said a rare complaint. He knew that many immortal cultivators just tasted the taste and enjoyed that feeling, but Ji still liked the satisfaction of being full. There were eight dishes in such a large tray. How many chopsticks can a dish be picked up?

Of course, Jiufeng Mountain is definitely not stingy. Although the amount of dishes is small, everything is exquisite and extraordinary. It contains more Yuan Ling, which is not comparable to ordinary foods containing a little spiritual energy.

Jiufeng Mountain is so hospitable that in addition to showing the demeanor of the organizers of the Xianyou Conference and having the idea of ​​making friends and making plans, more importantly, Jiufeng Mountain has also gained benefits, which is the current Xianlai Peak.

The treasures refined by the five masters are not small. At the moment of the treasure, the various qi aspects during the process of refining the treasure are still left at Xianlai Peak, and the yin and yang and five elements are derived. This is a rare treasure for the Immortal Sect.

In this case, the masters of Jiufeng Mountain were full of joy and good wine, good food and entertainment. Anyway, Xianlai Peak will not run away, so it is rare to leave a treasure land for enlightenment for the mountain gate. Not only did the people in Jiufeng Mountain understand this, but also many immortal cultivators who have left the meeting are also very clear about it.

Ji Yuan first poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip and tasted it. He felt that the wine tasted mellow, not the kind that highlights spiritual energy and vitality, but a real fairy wine. He had a smile on his face. He picked up a bite of side dishes to taste the taste, and he also felt that the taste was excellent, although it was much worse than the taste he cooked himself.

He glanced at the sword intent post, and all the small characters were focused on practicing. He murmured while tasting wine and eating dishes.

"You little guys are also a little capable. This time I will help the master cover up the secrets of the Heavenly Book!"

Writing ink for small characters is not only to help small characters practice, but also to make a decision on one's own practice, and to confirm one's own writing skills from the natural spiritual spirit of the characters.

The word spirit is the way to show the characters. When I first wrote "The Wonderful Method of Heaven and Earth", the small characters were still far from being small. Now when I was preparing to write the new book of heaven, these small characters could also help me with the help of making a lot of luck.

...

Although Jiufeng Cave Heaven is closely related to the outside world, after all, the cave heaven is almost a world of its own, and even has its own rules in this world. Here, when necessary, Jiufeng Mountain can even exercise some of the laws of heavenly powers when it is necessary, and it is the true peak fairy world.

The immortal palace is hidden in the "cave" and is both quiet and stable, and can choose a broad space to cultivate spiritual flowers and plants. It is also of considerable benefit to enlightenment. Sometimes, you will also select good talents from the mortals in the cave to join the immortal gate, although the frequency is very low.

On the nine peaks where Jiufeng Mountain is located, time is connected to the outside world, so Ji Yuan and others are on Jiufeng Mountain for one day, which is equivalent to the outside world.

But in the real cave world below the Nine Peaks, the passage of time is different from the outside world, with a ratio of one tenth, which means that a day has passed on Jiufeng Mountain and ten days have passed in Jiufeng Cave Heaven.

So when Ji Yuan and others refined a bundle of immortal ropes and went back and forth to Pozi Mountain, and then at this moment when Ji Yuan began to write the Dharma, more than three months had actually passed in the Jiufeng Cave Heaven under Jiufeng Mountain.

In the deep mountains covered with clouds and mist, several people were walking through difficult times, starting to trek three months ago, and a month and a half, they went through difficulties and obstacles, crossing the poor mountains and rivers. Today they are exhausted and have reached the limits of their physical and mental health.

Several people in the team were young people, or teenagers, and even shorter children. They were walking in a pile of rocks in a mossy mountain. Although they were very careful and exhausted, someone still slipped.

"Ouch..." "Bang..."

The slippery boy's arms and feet were cut and bleeding was oozing.

"Wuwuwu...why are we here for? Why are we coming? I won't leave, I won't leave!"

"No, no..."

"I can't do it anymore, I won't leave anymore, I don't want to find it..."

Walking at the front was a boy carrying a bundle of hemp ropes. He was also panting, feeling that the bundle of hemp ropes looked like pieces of pig iron, which made him breathless.

"Pu"

The hemp rope was thrown to the ground, and the young man in front sat on his butt and wiped his tears secretly. Many people have cried during this period, and now it is only one of them, and it is also the most miserable one.

"Aze, let's go back, let's go back?"

"I want to go back, I want to go home!"

The boy sitting on the hemp rope covered his face with his hands, tears seeping out of the cracks of his hands. He just remained silent as his companions kept begging. After a long time, the boy reused it and said with a choking voice.

"No more, no more home... We don't have any more home when we go back..."

"Then, we don't have to go into such a deep mountain. We... just hide outside for a while..."

The boy wiped his tears, stood up and shook his head, turned to look into the misty distance.
Chapter completed!