Dao Fruit

"Yes, this is the effectiveness of this book mine." Beixuan said, then raised his hand.

Seeing this, Qiu Yan understood and handed the crystal in his hand back. The moment he left his hand, the lingering feeling of splashing ink immediately dissipated, as if everything had been ripped out of his heart.

"Oh? The information in this book mine cannot be retained in your heart?"

Bei Xuan smiled slightly: "The messages in the Book Mine are different from Yingren's Wood. They do not contain any human thoughts. They are pure and white, as if they were naturally generated. They contain pure insights and information, and they involve a wide range of things. The late emperor once wrote a poem..."

Speaking of this, he recited a poem——

Rich families don’t need to buy fertile land, they have thousands of grains of millet in their books;

There is no need to build a high hall to live in peace, there is a golden house in the book;

When you go out, don’t regret that there is no one to follow you. There are so many carriages and horses in the book;

When marrying a wife, don’t hate an unscrupulous matchmaker. There is a beauty like jade in the book...

After hearing these four sentences, Qiu Yan's heart moved: "Could it be that what is described in this poem is a book mine?"

Beixuan did not answer directly, but just said: "In this mountain of books and mineral deposits, the ore crystals contained are all-encompassing. If you are lucky, you can get great blessings from it, allowing people who cannot calligraphy to directly access the charm, and allowing people who have never painted to People write Jackie Chan to make the ugly people have good luck and make the bad luck people become bright and beautiful!"

Hearing this, Qiu Yan suddenly realized: "So that's it. The essence of painting in the book crystal just now should be the essence of painting, and it focuses on painting bamboo leaves. However, as soon as this ore leaves the palm of the hand, the feeling emanates If there is no trace left, doesn’t it mean that people can’t leave the mine? Can these ores be brought back to the world from Shilin?”

He could ask this question because he had some insights. Although the ore in front of him was real, it was actually something similar to thoughts. It could be intuitively displayed in the Shilin world. However, once the soul went out and returned to the physical body, this How to carry the book mine becomes a problem.

Then Qiu Yan frowned and said: "That's not right. Although the insights in the book mine are exquisite, they are just a bamboo leaf after all. The art of calligraphy and painting is so profound. Even if you can draw a leaf, you still cannot be considered a famous artist."

Beixuan couldn't help but nod, with a look of admiration in his eyes: "Brother Qiu touched the book mine and was able to deduce these things from a few sentences. It shows that he is a thoughtful person. No wonder he can unite the literary mind and the literary establishment. Yes, this The book ore crystal is subject to many restrictions. Even if it is obtained, it can only be understood when the soul ore comes into contact, and it is difficult to take this book ore away from Shilin. Once the soul leaves, the ore will return to its place. "

"Can't we bring him out of Shilin?" Qiu Yan raised his eyebrows, "If we can't bring him out of Shilin, then this book mine is useless. You can gain some insights in Shilin, but as soon as you leave Shilin, you will be beaten back to your original shape. This is quite different from what was described in that poem.”

"What the poem says is the ideal state." Beixuan raised his hand and pointed around, "The stalagmites on the ground and the stalactites on the roof of the cave all contain a book mine, and each piece contains a certain On the one hand, there is even the understanding of luck, luck, and the three fires on the shoulder!"

"Even luck is hidden? Can you get it from the air?" Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes and looked around. His perception also spread, spreading everywhere, but it was difficult to penetrate the surface of stalactites and stalagmites to see inside, "But just You can’t tell what’s going on inside with your perception, you can only tell by luck.”

"Yes, this is also the special feature of book mines. These book mines are not all separate, but there are also connections among them. For example, the piece in my hand contains the painting skills of bamboo leaves in the art of calligraphy and painting. If it is a piece alone, the insights contained in it are difficult to be understood by others. However, if you encounter a few pieces related to the splash-ink-painted bamboo, you can absorb them as a whole and be understood and absorbed by others!

Qiu Yan was stunned for a moment, glanced at the crystal in the opponent's hand, and then looked at the stalagmites on the ground. He shook his head and said: "It's just a possibility of having the same realization, but it's a little too small, and a few pieces of book ore are considered a set." ?”

"It's possible for a few dollars. Because of this, the people who can really gain something from the book mine are only a few after all, and maybe not one will be seen in a hundred years." Beixuan shook his head, with a glint in his eyes, "However, for For me, getting close to the bamboo shoots and comprehending them carefully, as long as you can concentrate and not be disturbed by external objects, you can still feel the general outline, which is also an experience. "

Hearing this, Qiu Yan took a deep breath to calm down his slightly turbulent mood, then clasped his fists and thanked him: "Thank you, Brother Bei, for your guidance. After listening to these words, I can avoid a lot of detours in this book mine."

"You're welcome. As long as you try these things, you will soon know that I am just the icing on the cake." Beixuan waved his hand, not taking credit.

Qiu Yan looked at the other party's expression and thought about it, then asked: "I would like to ask, is this the first time Brother Bei comes to Shilin?"

"It's not the first time, this is already the second time." Bei Xuan shook his head, with regret on his face, "After entering the forest twice, Shilin's aura and thoughts have left many traces in my soul. After going out this time, , I’m afraid there won’t be a third time. This is my last chance in this life. How much I can understand depends on my luck.”

"Huh? Not even a member of the Wenpi sect can survive three trips to the forest?" Qiu Yan was a little surprised. He had previously heard that there were restrictions on scholars and that the soul could not survive three times. People who have the same heart and Wenpi may be able to withstand more comings and goings. Unexpectedly, Beixuan said this. Judging from the other party's expression, it doesn't look like he is being fake.

Just when Qiu Yan wanted to ask further, a voice came from the entrance of the cave, but it was Tang Qing and the old man who walked in, followed by Sun Yong, Zhou Meng, and Huang Xun.

Seeing the two people in the cave, Sun Yong stopped and said apologetically: "I don't know that the two gentlemen are still talking. I entered rashly and disturbed you. Please pay attention. Sun will retreat now." That's what he said. , but Sun Yong's feet were firmly planted on the ground, with no intention of retreating.

"No need," Bei Xuan waved his hand, "I have said what needs to be said. You are here for the purpose of mining. This is a matter of luck. You cannot delay even a moment. Go ahead."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Bei." Sun Yong smiled and nodded, leading Zhou Meng and Huang Xun to the cave. Zhou and Huang also bowed to Qiu Yan before following him.

The three of them selected one of the dozens of holes and walked in without hesitation.

"Cousin, let's leave too." Tang Qing came to Beixuan's side and glanced at Qiu Yan as he spoke, as if seeing off a guest.

Qiu Yan naturally recognized the interest, cupped his hands and said, "Now that I know the characteristics of this book mine, Qiu will no longer take up Brother Bei's time. I'd better explore on my own."

Bei Xuan pondered for a moment, nodded and said: "It's okay, although there are beasts escaping, Brother Qiu is a civilized person and has cultivation skills, so the beasts can't do anything to you, so I'll see you later, but, The pure thoughts and feelings in the book mine also affect the soul body. It is best not for Brother Qiu to stay there for more than thirty-six hours. Moreover, the more stalagmites and stalactites are broken, the more the soul body will be eroded. The shorter the stay.”

One day is twelve hours, and thirty-six hours is three days.

"I'll keep this in mind." Qiu Yan nodded, turned around and walked towards a cave entrance.

At this time, there was another rustling sound at the entrance of the cave. This was the sound of people jostling one another. Then the three brothers of the Zhan family and several others also walked in, saluted Beixuan, and called him sir.

Beixuan nodded and entered a cave next to him with Tang Qing and the old man.

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After Qiu Yan entered the cave, he took a few strides and the surrounding area immediately became quiet.

The further inside, the quieter it gets.

The hole in the cave is not high, just half a head taller than Qiu Yan. There is a sense of oppression when walking, but there is no need to bow and bend. His perception envelopes the surroundings and he always pays attention to his surroundings.

"It seems like no one chose this path but me."

Dozens of caves within caves are scattered around the edge of the empty main cave. There are not many people who come with the boats, and even fewer are willing to get off the boats and enter the caves. There are only about ten people there, most of them They all saw Qiu Yan walking into this cave with their own eyes, so naturally they were unwilling to follow him. In their opinion, following someone from Wen Pi's group would lower their chances a lot.

After understanding the surrounding situation, Qiu Yan bent down and stared at a stalagmite at his feet, calming down and comprehending it carefully.

Along the way, the ground is covered with stalactites of different colors and heights. This stalactite is just one of them and has nothing special about it.

As his state of mind calmed down and his spirit condensed, a bit of insight in the stalagmite was indeed captured by Qiu Yan's perception, which was agile and light. But Qiu Yan sighed: "Although I can feel the general artistic conception inside, but there is no reference object, how can I know more information? Identify where it belongs?"

Sighing, he raised his hand and broke off the stalactite.

Immediately, the stalactite melted, revealing cyan crystals. The artistic conception inside penetrated into his soul, spread the ink in his heart, and painted calmly, and soon a lifelike bird took shape.

"This area is also a book mine for painting techniques."

I thought to myself that there was a thought of incense pouring out of the cave in my soul, and I tried to analyze it, but strangely, the thought of incense, which had always been invincible in the past, seemed to have encountered a nemesis this time, and it was actually difficult to analyze this passage about painting a bird. Enlightenment!

"It seems that this trick method doesn't work, so I have to try a stupid method..."

Thinking like this, Qiu Yan was about to change his mind and control, when suddenly his soul trembled, and he felt a sense of admiration rising deep in his soul!

"Huh?" Qiu Yan stopped thinking as his heart moved, and then opened his mouth to spit it out!

A white light flashed from his mouth, and a glow flew out, hovering in the sky, and then landed on the ground. After a spin, a figure was revealed——

It turned out to be a fat boy with no hair on his body, holding a kit in both hands. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)