fairy wife

Just as Qiuqiu didn't know how she got into the seventh peak, she couldn't tell how she got out.

She held Dabai in one hand, and picked up the pen on the table with the other.

Then all of a sudden, the surrounding scenery was as if a layer of covering had been removed, and the incomparably real pavilions, living rooms, bookshelves, and table cases just now were completely uncovered like a waste old pictorial.

Of course, there is not a blank space behind the pictorial.

The tidal wind by the river blew her hair back.

Qiuqiu looked around.

Well, back again.

And the guard was on the river beach not far away, and the two waterfowl stood behind him.

Could it be that she didn't disappear, and everything she saw just now was an illusion?

No no, definitely not.

Guan Wei strode towards her, his urgent look even made Qiuqiu wonder if he would bump his head on her.

"You..." Guan Wei stopped suddenly in front of her, but the strong wind he brought made Qiuqiu's eyes narrow.

"Where did you go?"

"How long have I been away?"

The two asked questions almost at the same time.

Then the guard took a deep breath, and answered her first: "It's about a cup of tea."

But Qiuqiu felt that she had disappeared for most of the day!

"I seem to have gone to the seventh peak."

Guan Wei's answer made Qiuqiu a little more certain.

She didn't daydream just now, she did disappear in this space.

But isn't the passage of time on the Seventh Peak the same as the outside world?

Guan Wei's lips were tightly pursed, and he even spoke cautiously: "You...remember the past?"

"No." Qiuqiu honestly raised the fat rabbit in her hand.So Dabai became face-to-face and eye-to-eye with Guan Wei: "I just met it."

The guard obviously knew the rabbit too: "Dabai?"

From the beginning to the end, Qiuqiu was in a daze, completely unable to understand what happened, just like sleepwalking.

She kind of regretted it.

The great opportunity to enter the Seventh Peak just now was wasted by her, so she should take advantage of this opportunity to do something.

As for what to do...how to do it, although she didn't know, it was better than going in for nothing and coming out empty-handed, right?At least do something meaningful.

But the truth is, she went to the Seventh Peak to browse around and then returned the same way as if she had walked away for a while.

Oh no.She didn't come out empty handed.

She held the rabbit in one hand and a very old bald pen in the other.

Although the rabbit has not found any other uses other than being cute and eating. This bald brush has probably been placed for too long, and the pen barrel is so old that the original color cannot be seen, but these are two important souvenirs anyway.

Qiuqiu took both of these things back.Show it to Shi'er.

Shi'er must be extremely busy every day.

Before coming into contact with this strange world, Qiuqiu always thought that these immortals and tall people were not human, and they used to drive swords when they traveled, and they were never contaminated by any vulgar things.

But the more I learned, the more ridiculous my original idea became.

The life of casual cultivators is quite hard, without any shelter.Everything is up to you.Even if you want to refine a elixir to recuperate your body, you have to work hard from the beginning.Collect medicine first.Pick it back and process it, and then find a alchemy cauldron with decent quality to refine it. In this process, not only do you have to be careful of some ferocious beasts, but you also have to be careful of even more ferocious people who want to get something for nothing to kill and seize the medicine.

And the prerequisite for refining medicine by yourself is that you must have the ability to refine medicine.Alchemy is not a common skill that everyone knows.Most people can only ask others to refine medicine.

Therefore, Wulou pie is very popular.Especially Jin Zhenren, who has a wide range of friends and is very popular.

Not to mention pills, casual cultivators need to strengthen their residences.Set limits, hide and protect yourself.Most of their practice has no one to guide them.You can only find out by yourself. Many people have no one to protect the Dharma during retreat. Once they go crazy, there is nowhere to ask for help.He was silent when he lived, and he was equally silent when he died.

So many people are willing to join the sect and ask for shelter.It is especially difficult to enter the famous sect, because the sect system is strict and the treatment is generous, but at the same time, the sect does not accept people easily.

There must be quite a few people in Feng Jiu. In the medicine garden that Qiuqiu saw, there were many disciples taking care of the planting there yesterday.It takes a lot of effort to manage so many people, so many things, mediate relationships, and balance forces.In addition to these affairs, he also has to practice... There is really not enough time.

"You went to the Seventh Peak?"

Shi'er sat down beside her.

Qiuqiu recounted her experience today.Her ability to express is not very good, and today's experience is too bizarre, she often forgets what she said, and digresses while talking.Although she wanted to finish speaking as briefly as possible so as not to waste Shi'er's time, in fact, after she finished speaking, the night was already dark.

Shi'er showed no sign of impatience.

Not only was he not impatient, but he even listened very engrossed - it could even be said to be very intoxicated.

It seemed that as long as Qiuqiu said it, no matter what content or topic it was talking about, he would enjoy hearing it.

As a proof of what happened today, Dabai has been lying on her lap, refusing to move.

Another piece of evidence is the half-bald writing brush, which is now on the table.

Needless to say, Dabai, Shi'er is of course familiar with it.

Shi'er even reached out and touched Dabai's ear.

The rabbit ears are very soft to the touch, warm and soft, and very smooth to the touch.

But this pen, Shi'er shook his head and said, "It's neither yours nor mine."

"But it's in that room."

Then ownership should belong to her.

Qiuqiu felt that this thing should not be important, and it was probably placed there casually at that time.

But after Shi'er picked up the pen, his expression became serious and solemn.

"This is Shang Zhangfeng's stuff."

"Who?"

"Shang Zhen, the former palm of the Seventh Peak." Shi'er showed her the pen.

There is a circle mark on it.Inside the circle is a small but clear Shang character.

If he hadn't said it, Qiuqiu wouldn't have noticed this word at all, and she had just thought it was a meaningless decorative pattern carved by hand.

Shang Zhen should be the palm of the house with many paintings and calligraphy.

Qiuqiu felt that although she was informal, she certainly didn't have the habit of taking things from other people's palaces without telling her.

Then why didn't this money stay in Shang Zhen's room, but appeared on her former desk?

Is she in a hurry to find a pen?Not too possible.

Then... it can't be Shang Zhen who gave her the gift, right?People have soared early, okay?

But Shi'er's conclusion is exactly what Qiuqiu thinks is the most unlikely answer: "This should be given to you by Shang Zhangfeng."

"Give it to me?"

"This pen should be the one she used most often. It was made by a famous elder at that time. That elder was good at refining weapons. He refined more than a dozen famous magic weapons in his life. Wrong. It should be the congratulatory gift that Shang Zhangfeng received on his birthday, named Mo Shuang."

Is ink turning into frost?

It's a really good name.

But Qiuqiu felt that Shi'er's words were unlikely: "Didn't Shang Zhangfeng ascend early?"

Shi'er said: "After we returned to the Central Plains that year, you hurried back and told me that you met Senior Shang. It should be the spiritual imprint left by her that gave you some guidance. This pen should be the same. What was left to you at that time."

Wow!

artifact.

Qiuqiu's eyes lit up immediately, staring at this bald, broken pen...

I really didn't see that this money had such a big background.It's really beyond description.Just look at its bald hair, who knew it was so powerful.

Senior Shang entered Taoism through painting, this brush is equivalent to the sword of a swordsman, or the cauldron of a medicine master.

She gave this to her, which is her affirmation and encouragement.

Although Qiuqiu didn't know what this thing was for.

Pens, of course, are for writing.

But Qiuqiu couldn't figure out what to write with this pen, so as not to insult it.

But except for writing.What else can a pen be used for?

Oh, can you still fight?But what you can use in fighting is not a brush but a judge's pen, right?If you use this pen to fight...can it poke?Can you split?Can cut?

You can't throw it out as a hidden weapon.

Shi'er said: "I don't know much about Senior Shang Zhen. But I saw this ink cream in a book once. It doesn't need to dip in ink when writing and drawing."

"No need to dip in ink?"

"It is said that it is enough to get wet. Senior Shang is a painting idiot. He often loses his mind while walking, and then draws out of thin air with his fingers. So after she received this ink cream, she cherished it very much and kept it with her all the time. on."

Uh, Qiuqiu is embarrassing.

Does it mean that Senior Shang likes ink cream because it is so convenient to scribble anywhere and anytime?

Imagine that wherever Senior Shang goes, there is a writing brush pinned to his waist.From time to time, I stopped to draw on the paper on the wall and floor...

Well, if you put this habit on Senior Shang, that's the demeanor of a master of art.Sincerely affectionate, regardless of trifles.If it is placed on ordinary people, it must be regarded as damaging the environment and posting small advertisements indiscriminately.

But from another perspective, it was really an unusual gift for Senior Shang to give her something that he loves so much and uses it so easily.

"Then let's try it." Qiuqiu was quite curious about how this pen could be written without ink.

Shi'er readily agreed, and then poured some water into the inkstone.

Qiuqiu tried to use a pen to dip some water, and wrote a thick line on the spread paper.

Her eyes widened!

It's really black!

This is what she saw with her own eyes, and there is no falsehood.

It is really a brush that can write without ink!And since the ink is not dipped, it means that there is no need to wash the pen after use!

In fact, Qiuqiu doesn't hate writing. What she doesn't like are the tedious preparations before writing and the complicated finishing procedures after writing.I used to hear that Wang Xizhi washed pens in the pond in front of his house, turning the whole pond into black water, and the white geese in it were all covered with black footprints... really damaging the environment.

This is really easy.If Senior Shang had any inspiration and wanted to write it down suddenly, but he had to pour water, grind ink and lay paper... After such a series of efforts, the inspiration might have spread its small wings and flew away.

It's not so useful to Qiuqiu.

First, she doesn't like to paint and paint.Although it is very convenient to not need to grind ink, but such a commemorative pen, she can't just use it to write a letter or something, it is too wasteful.

"Let's find a good box and put it in."

It has to be kept well, lest she lose it and damage it. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

ps: I ate a dish with Hainanese characteristics yesterday. It was coconut rice. It seemed to be steamed with glutinous rice stuffed into coconut shells. It was very fragrant and thick~~~