Dao Fruit

The rock wall in this cave looks and feels similar to a real rock, but in the final analysis it is composed of ideas. Under the joint illumination of two mirrors, after melting, no residue is left, and a cave entrance as high as a person is quickly formed. .

Seeing the entrance of the cave being formed, Sun Yong nodded slightly, showing a look of satisfaction: "At this speed, we will soon be able to dig out a road that will continue to go deeper and reach the central core."

After hearing this, Zhou Meng turned around and asked: "Young Master, digging like this will inevitably penetrate other caves. Will it run into other people and cause conflicts?" A look of worry appeared on his face.

When Sun Yong heard this, he frowned, then shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter. As long as you don't meet people like Beixuan and Tang Qing, there won't be much of a problem."

Huang Xun said: "Having said that, it was unexpected to meet Beixuan and his group, which disrupted many plans. Now there is another Qiu Yan, who is also a figure in the Wenpi sect. His literary thoughts are naturally influenced by Shushan. Favor, in comparison, we have to spend more effort to compare."

"Qiu Yan," Sun Yong chewed the name, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "This person's appearance is indeed unexpected, and..."

Before he finished speaking, a tinkling sound suddenly came from his arms, which was extremely clear.

As soon as this voice came out, Sun Yong's expression suddenly changed, and a look of surprise flashed across his face. Then he reached into his arms and took out a small ball with a metallic luster.

Ding ding ding!

The crisp sound came from the ball.

Sun Yong shook his hand casually, and the small ball swelled up and turned into a smooth tray, arranged in four directions and marked with various characters. The direction could be known at a glance.

In the center of this plate, there is a spoon, which is slightly deflected and exudes bursts of magnetism.

This is clearly a Sinan, which can be used to distinguish north and south and determine one's own orientation.

"When Si Nan's ladle is thrown to the ground, it will guide you."

At this moment, the spoon on Si Nan was beating faintly, making a tinkling sound, and a shadow appeared on it. Sun Yong saw it and was anxious in his heart: "What's going on? Where the mother mine is, could someone get there first?"

Sun Yong said this and quickly calmed down.

"No, my ancestors of the Sun family planted minerals here and left a mark. In addition to the plan to attract future generations, they also made a lot of protection and concealment, in order to prevent exposure and to make wedding clothes for others. When we come in, there is something pulling us, and we have to dig a passage by ourselves. No matter how powerful other people are, they can't go through the cave within the cave and reach the center of the mountain of books!"

Having said this, he became calmer, rolled his eyes, and speculated on a possibility: "It seems that someone is deliberately trying to make us panic. They probably know our purpose and want to muddy the water!"

Zhou Meng nodded, and then said: "But this is not the only possibility. If there is a lucky person who is compatible with Shushan Mine, he may not be able to go all the way to the center."

After hearing this, Sun Yong's face turned ugly. He naturally understood what Zhou Meng said -

In the final analysis, there are still two figures with literary prowess in this cave, and such people are more favored by Shushan.

Originally, the Sun family sent Zhou Meng and Huang Xun, two people with a strong literary heart, thinking that everything was safe. However, they did not expect that after entering Shilin, they finally found the marked Shushan, but they encountered Beixuan and his party. People have no choice but to be vain and conciliatory.

This kind of thing seems to be a coincidence, but in fact it involves factors of fortune and luck. It is an arrangement from somewhere, which just reflects the rainbow of Beixuan's luck.

"My ancestors of the Sun family have actually made arrangements to prevent this kind of thing from happening." Sun Yong quickly adjusted his mentality and sneered, "Beixuan and Qiu Yan may have good luck in this book mountain, but they are not It doesn't mean that I really have nothing to do with them. As long as I can get to the place where the minerals were buried, I can quickly lay out the layout, maybe..."

Speaking of this, there was a hint of heat in his eyes.

"You can seize the literary thoughts and literary skills of those two people and make them your own!"

Zhou Meng and Huang Xun looked at each other, secretly worried in their hearts. They knew that no matter how ordinary the characters of Wen Pi Yi were, they could not be judged by common sense.

Boom!

Before the two of them could open their mouths to persuade, there was a sudden rumbling sound next to them, and then smoke and dust floated. After being illuminated by two mirrors and the walls melting, dust filled the cave that was opened.

Zhou Meng and Huang Xun quickly took two steps back, each swinging their sleeves. Wen Si quickly flew out, building layers of invisible shields in front of them to keep out the dust.

When these dusts fall on the ground, they are thick and restrained in nature. The various thoughts contained in them will not stir up, but when they fly up and become erratic, they will link up the thoughts. Once it is contaminated with the soul, there will be an endless torrent of thoughts swarming over. A person with a strong literary heart can naturally resist it, but for a person like Sun Yong who simply generates a soul out of the body, it is inevitable that his soul will be exploded after being contaminated.

This is actually the same situation as when the beast roared and dust flew.

Facing the flying sand and soil, Sun Yong's expression remained as usual. He stood behind Zhou and Huang with a calm expression and the demeanor of a general.

After about a few breaths, the dust subsided, and he stepped forward, walked out from behind Zhou Meng and Huang Xun, and walked into the newly dug cave without looking back. The end of this cave was suddenly connected to another cave. Middle hole connection.

After passing through the cave, Sun Yong looked around, then looked down at Sinan in his hand, and said coldly: "Keep digging!"

………………

"No wonder it's called Book Mountain or Book Mine. It's actually like this."

In the cave within the cave, Qiu Yan sat cross-legged, looking at the piles of crystals in front of him, and sighed.

In front of him, there were seven piles of crystals, with different colors, but some were more and some were less. The largest pile was glowing yellow. At a rough look, there were at least thirty or forty crystals, and the smallest pile was yellowish. There are only seven gleaming blue lights.

Time has passed two days.

For two days, Qiu Yan walked in the Shushan Mine. Along the way, he sometimes felt the subtle artistic conception emanating from the stalagmites under his feet. Sometimes he broke off one or two stalagmites and imprinted the crystallized insights in his heart for future exploration. .

The more times he did this, his understanding of many artistic conceptions and perceptions gradually deepened. Although he did not understand much, he was gradually able to grasp them and draw parallels.

However, these are just the edges. For Qiu Yan, the real gain is undoubtedly the seven piles of crystals in front of him.

With the "help" of the ginseng baby, Qiu Yan collected a lot of related book crystals along the way. When these crystals are alone, they cannot be absorbed by people, and they cannot be taken out of Shilin, but once they are Collect a bunch of them, and the crystals are connected with each other, and there is an immediate difference.

At this moment, in Qiu Yan's eyes, combined with his perception, he could clearly capture the shadows on the seven piles of crystals——

That's a book!

Gathered together into a book!

"A single crystal contains only insights, which can be explored by others but cannot be absorbed. But once a set is gathered together, the insights come from the same source, merge with each other, and change each other, they will actually form an illusory book. After studying, The insights in it can be imprinted in your heart, and you can keep them in your mind for a long time. You don’t have to worry about the perception disappearing as soon as you let go of the crystal. No wonder it’s called Shushan Shumine.”

After thinking about it, Qiu Yan stretched out his hand and touched the nearest book with his fingertips.

This is a book suspended on a pile of orange crystals. There are eleven crystals in total.

In an instant, the book was opened, and rows of words rushed out of it, along with many pictures. Words and words, paintings and paintings, intertwined and changed, reflected in the heart, integrated into the soul, engraved in the heart, and became one's own memory.

However, this is just a separate memory, and the content and insights inside it are not directly grasped by Qiu Yan. It will take him a while to recall and review before he can truly settle the memory in his heart and use it for his own use.

"This book of illusions describes a technique that has been submerged in the long river of history. It is a type of mechanism technique. It focuses on civilian use. If it can be thoroughly understood and applied, it can effectively improve production efficiency."

After closing his eyes for a while, Qiu Yan opened his eyes again. There was an orange light flickering in his eyes, and the book suspended in front of him had disappeared.

The luster on the pile of orange crystals gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared, showing a gray color.

"After reading the Book of Illusions, the insights inside it are reflected in my heart, and the crystallization of the Book Mine as the original carrier has also declined..."

Qiu Yan was still thinking, and suddenly flicked his sleeves to roll up the pile of dim crystals, and then spread out a little inner fire to envelope them and begin to burn them.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The sparks stirred, and it didn't take long for the eleven crystals to be forged and melted, and finally condensed into a round ball, one-third the size of a palm.

His sleeves were brushed, and Qiu Yan put the ball into his sleeves.

"This is the crystallized remains of the insights left behind. It has the meaning of the sound of books, but it is something Shen Bao likes to eat. You might as well keep it for him."

Thinking of this, Qiu Yan turned his eyes and landed in a corner not far away. There was a short figure lying there, with a slightly bulging belly and rising and falling chest, sleeping soundly.

"I don't know how long this little guy will sleep, but thanks to him in the past two days, I have been able to collect these seven sets of illusory books. If I had to rely on myself to realize it, not to mention my luck, I would first have to break the stalagmites continuously and be trapped inside. The perception affects the soul body and reduces the time remaining in the cave.”

Qiu Yan withdrew his gaze and thought for a while.

Their souls have many restrictions in this mine. With the toughness of Qiu Yan's soul, they can only stay for three days. As more crystals are touched, this time will be shortened accordingly. Now he relies on With the identification of baby ginseng, you can accurately obtain the required crystals, saving time and effort. But even so, the stay time has been shortened by nearly three hours.

"There is not much time left. To prevent accidents, you might as well absorb all the illusory books first!" (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)