Dao Fruit

Faced with the sudden appearance of this fat and white figure, Qiu Yan did not show much surprise, as if he had expected it. And after the fat white figure appeared, he didn't show any panic. He raised his hands and threw the bag in his hand.

Snap!

Qiu Yan took the kit and his eyes changed slightly.

"This tip bag..."

The kit in his hand didn't look very strange from the outside, but it made Qiu Yan feel excited because he had already recognized the kit's origin.

"This is the bag given to me by the Master of Spring and Autumn Academy. It contains a small piece of sage paper! However, I obviously carry this thing with me in my body, so why does it appear here now?"

Not long ago, Qiu Yan visited Ma Mansion and was taken to the Spring and Autumn Academy. He met an old man in the Library Pavilion. Do something for the other person.

At that time, Qiu Yan did not make a decision immediately. After returning, he met Chen Jing, accepted the invitation, and then entered Shilin with the clay sculpture of the sage in the ground. The matter came to an end, but he did not expect that the old man The tip bag that was entrusted to me actually appeared here.

The kit was originally in the human world, it was material, but he was in Shilin, he was a soul, and everything around him was just thoughts. However, this kit now appeared in front of him, and it was difficult to distinguish the reality from the reality.

Rubbing his fingers, Qiu Yan wanted to open the brocade bag to see what was wrong with the sage paper, but the mouth of the brocade bag did not move at all. No matter how Qiu Yan's heart beat and his soul power circulated, it was still difficult to open!

"kindness?"

Just when he was surprised, there was a crunching sound next to him. Qiu Yan heard the sound and looked around, and saw the fat white boy in sight. He saw this little guy lying on a stalagmite, opening his mouth to bite, crunching, He actually bit off a layer of powder from the stalagmite.

"This little guy is really worrying. However, when he was at the foot of the long river of history and the mountain of books, he had no reaction, but now he suddenly jumped out. I don't know why."

Thinking in his mind, Qiu Yan walked over and looked at the brilliant stalagmites along the way, making speculations in his mind.

"Is it because of these book mines? Huh? Book mountains and book mines. Speaking of which, the old people in Spring and Autumn Academy are called Shu Lao. I wonder if it is related to this place."

Click! Click! Click!

The fat white boy was biting happily and vigorously. Suddenly, his neck tightened and someone grabbed him and lifted him up. He hugged the stalagmite tightly, but unfortunately he didn't have much strength. Finally, he rose into the air, waving his hands and kicking his legs in the air, his face There was a look of displeasure on his face.

Looking at the fat white figure who was arrogantly arrogant, Qiu Yan frowned slightly, then he thought in his mind and projected it. The next moment, cloth appeared out of thin air on the fat white boy's body, condensing into a short outfit. Because the size was too small, he looked a bit like a baby. apparel.

"Huh?"

The fat white boy was struggling at first, staring at the half-gnawed stalagmite with his dark eyes, but now that he had clothes out of nowhere, his attention immediately shifted, he touched himself curiously, and then laughed happily.

Feeling the change in the boy in his hand, Qiu Yan shook his head helplessly: "You ginseng baby, you are so dishonest, just follow me, what are you doing out here now? It's not safe here, well, but you are a soul now The out-of-body condition is like that of a young child. It is inappropriate to call it a ginseng baby. We have to change the name. Let’s just call it ‘ginseng baby’.”

This fat, white boy was named "Ginseng Bao" by Qiu Yan, and his true identity was Ginseng Baby.

In the mortal world, when Qiu Yan left the inn, the ginseng baby stuck to him and walked with him. Then Qiu Yan started the road to Shilin, and the ginseng baby who followed him also had his soul out of the body, and unexpectedly lurked in Qiu Yan's soul. .

Although this situation of soul hiding in the soul is rare, there are precedents in history. The reason why it can be formed now is that in the past few years, Ginseng Baby has listened to Qiu Yan's reciting and reciting every day, and absorbed literary thoughts. The context of his literary thoughts is almost the same as that of Qiu Yan. Qiu Yan has the same blood, and it is precisely because of this that his soul is tough and almost comes from the same source as Qiu Yan's soul.

After the arrival of Suihun, the baby ginseng has been living in Qiu Yanhun's soul, and it was not until this moment that it really showed its body.

After visualizing a set of clothes for the ginseng baby, Qiu Yan put it down, then sent out thoughts and communicated with it.

Although the ginseng baby has been able to leave the body, there is obviously not enough research on the vocal system. It cannot vibrate the mind to speak, and can only communicate through thoughts. Moreover, because of thinking, many things are unclear, and Qiu Yan can only understand them roughly.

But just this general idea made Qiu Yan very surprised.

"You're saying that the stalagmites around this book mineral crystal are a great tonic for you?"

After understanding the goal of the ginseng baby, Qiu Yan couldn't help but become confused. He observed the half-eaten stalagmite and captured the sense of artistic conception radiating from it.

These stalagmites wrapped in crystals would melt as soon as they were broken, so they did not attract Qiu Yan's attention. Now he was reminded by the ginseng baby. After careful observation and perception, he finally made a discovery.

"I see. If the book crystals inside contain people's thoughts, then the stalagmites wrapped outside are equivalent to the sound of books made by people. Shen Bao's favorite thing is to listen to me read. The reason why he came out now , just discovered something similar.”

Thinking in his mind, Qiu Yan glanced at the stalagmites on the ground.

"For Shenbao, the ground is full of the sound of books. No wonder he can't calm down." Thinking about it, Qiu Yan hung the brocade bag on his waist. Looking down, the ginseng baby had eaten the stalagmite clean, leaving only a yellow crystal.

Ignoring the cheering Shenbao, Qiu Yan picked up the crystal. The thoughts in it penetrated into his soul, but it was about the perception of Go.

At this moment, Qiu Yan had two crystals in his hand, one related to the way of painting and the other related to the way of chess.

"The information contained in the two crystals cannot be analyzed by incense and thoughts, so I can only copy them directly..."

Qiu Yan's mind turned, and the two perceptions left in his heart floated up, and actually passed through the hole in the soul and came to the heart demon body.

After escaping from the dark space, he fell into weakness, and the heart demon body was torn into pieces. Its main part has grown again and is hidden in the divine power space of a god.

After receiving the two perceptions, the inner demon body changed rapidly, infected the perceptions, and simulated the feelings inside, just like making a wax figure, and printed it out of thin air.

This kind of rubbing is not Qiu Yan's own perception that has been condensed through understanding, but a simulation of swallowing the whole thing, and forced copying. The process cannot increase knowledge, and only leaves a rough outline for future research.

After the two perceptions were copied, the rubbings were passed along the soul hole to the divine body and placed on the projection of the continent beside the divine pool, while the original perception was retreated.

After doing all this, Qiu Yan came back to his senses and looked down. He suddenly felt speechless. He saw that every section of the road ahead, there was a crystal lying, with a light yellow luster, and there were many debris around, which were obviously the traces left by a glutton.

After taking two steps forward, Qiu Yan was suddenly stunned and realized a problem he had overlooked.

"The light emitted by these crystals seems to be the same..."

Qiu Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he bent down and picked up a crystal at his feet. As soon as the crystal was in his hand, the perception in it immediately spread, and in Qiu Yan's mind, he constructed a vertical and horizontal way, with black and white chess pieces confronting each other.

This is a book mine about the way of chess.

Qiu Yan's eyes showed surprise, his expression changed slightly, and he took a step silently, and took a few steps forward, picking up another exposed crystal. After he got it, the artistic conception of the crystal also constructed a picture of the way of chess and vertical and horizontal perception in his mind.

"Could it be..."

Qiu Yan's eyelids jumped, he suppressed his surprise, accelerated without lacking, his figure flashed, almost turned into a phantom, and with a thought, the crystals along the way flew up by themselves, fell into his hands, and were perceived by him.

Afterwards, the surprise on Qiu Yan's face became more and more intense, and his eyes were filled with surprise.

Finally, he saw the fat white figure staggering in front of him and stopped.

Compared with before, the ginseng baby's belly was slightly bulging, it seemed that he had eaten a lot, but he was still chewing the stalagmite at hand, and obviously had no intention of stopping.

"Shenbao," Qiu Yan came to the side and sent a thought, "Can you distinguish the type of perception hidden in the stalagmite? And follow the connection to find the same kind of book mine?"

Hearing this, the ginseng baby stopped moving, he raised his head, his face was confused, his eyes turned, and he said a vague word--

"The same taste, the more you eat it, the better it tastes..."

………………

At the same time.

In a cave within a cave, in a long passage, there were three figures standing still.

These three people were Sun Yong, Zhou Meng and Huang Xun. Compared with outside the cave, the expressions of the three were slightly different.

Outside, the three showed an atmosphere like good friends of aristocratic families, equal to each other, and even Sun Yong showed respect and respect to Zhou and Huang from time to time, just like a junior student.

But now, Zhou and Huang, as people with literary spirit, bowed their heads and lowered their heads, which made them look like servants and subordinates. On the contrary, Sun Yong was calm and majestic.

Strangely, the three of them did not have any book ore crystals on their hands during the journey. They did not care about the stalagmites along the way, and seemed not to care at all.

Raising his hand and touching the wall of the cave, Sun Yong's hand was shining. He felt it carefully, then narrowed his eyes and said, "It's very close, but if the road extends out, it will gradually move away. A new road must be dug."

After the voice fell, Zhou and Huang nodded, and each took out an object from their sleeves, which turned out to be two mirrors, and then literary thoughts flowed into the mirrors.

Swish!

The mirror surface flashed, emitting light, which fell on the wall of the cave, and the rock wall actually melted! (To be continued. Please search for Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)