Xiao Yu meditated on the spot and adjusted his condition to the best. After picking up the brush and was about to dip the ink on the inkstone, he was stunned.

Although the white mist on the inkstone was not very rich, it was obviously abnormal. Even the ghost corpse discovered something wrong now and immediately stopped the movements in his hand.

But as soon as the ghost corpse's hand stopped, the smoke stopped rising, but began to dissipate.

"Don't stop, continue."

Xiao Yu said in a very low voice, as if afraid of waking up something.

The ghost corpse then continued to rotate the inkstone on the inkstone, and then the mist gushed out again.

But strangely, the fog did not dissipate, but gathered on the inkstone, sometimes floating up and sometimes sinking.

The small round nest that Xiao Yu dipped ink seemed to become a little strange at this time, giving Xiao Yu the feeling that it seemed to have turned into a pool!

"Look, there are words here."

The ghost corpse pointed at the corner, as if he was discovering a new continent.

Sure enough, Xiao Yu turned his head and saw three big words "Shanhe Inkstone" written on it.

"Shanhe Inkstone, what a domineering name."

Xiao Yu couldn't help but praise him, and then he continued to rotate around the inkstone and looked at every corner.

After seeing this, I really found something different.

In the corner of the small inkstone, there was a house and a house.

In the thatched cottage, a man in white was playing the piano, and there was a white crane standing beside him. There was nothing else.

After seeing the thatched cottage, Xiao Yu's eyes followed the path in front of the thatched cottage and kept looking at the house there.

The house has a fence, and an old man with white hair stood beside the fence.

The old man was flying white hair, holding a hoe in his hand, and in front of the old man, a middle-aged man with long black beard stood, holding his hands together, as if asking for some questions.

"Is this Confucius seeking advice?"

Xiao Yu was slightly stunned, then looked carefully, further confirming what he was thinking.

Because on the edge of the courtyard, there was a big buffalo tied, which was Laojun's mount.

Laojun was older than Confucius. Although one was Taoist and the other was Confucian, there were similarities between the two in many places.

So when Confucius was in doubt, he often went to Lao Tzu for advice.

And this picture is the picture of Confucius studying.

Xiao Yu stood there and looked for a long time before finally closing his eyes slowly, and then opened them again.

Now it seems that the mountain and river inkstone must have come from the age of Laojun. On the stones as big as fists, there are not only mountains, rivers, but also houses and beasts, which are indeed magnificent mountains and rivers.

"What a mountain and river inkstone, this thing has an extraordinary origin!

After going out, we must check the origin of the Shanhe Inkstone, which is probably a bit history."

To be able to carve Laojun and Confucius on it, it has to be said that the craftsman's ability has really reached the level of superb level.

If Xiao Yu didn't look carefully, it would be really difficult to find. As for mortals, they wouldn't be able to find abnormalities.

"Laojun and Confucius are both saints, and the two saints have the same inkstone. This is probably the first one in thousands of years!

Who is the Great Witch? There is such a thing. If you can see her, you must ask me what happened."

Xiao Yu thought to himself, then stretched out his finger and pressed it on the inkstone, sending a stream of spiritual energy.

As usual, Yantai directly absorbed the spiritual energy, but there was no change.

"Xiao Yu, do you think if the inkstone rises to infinite size, will it be like a mountain range with whirlwinds in the air?"

The ghost corpse looked at the inkstone and said seriously.

Xiao Yu couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

"If that's the case, do you know how much spiritual power will be wasted on average in one second?

Even a fairy is afraid that it will not last for a minute, which is too unrealistic.

Besides, magic weapons have limitations, not to say that you can get as big as you want.”

While explaining to the ghost corpse, Xiao Yu returned to the cushion and began to draw the Yin-Yang Teleportation Talisman.

Xiao Yu put the inkstone aside first and did not overload it. He was slowly exploring it in future use.

The Yin-Yang Teleportation Talisman is a relatively top-notch Talisman, so the requirements for the talisman painter are also very high. Xiao Yu concentrates on holding the talisman pen and slowly wanders on the talisman paper. At the same time, the spiritual energy on his body is also sent into the talisman pen.

However, just one fifth of the drawing, the talisman pen in Xiao Yu's hand broke directly, and the tip of the pen burned instantly.

"The top talisman is indeed different. The average talisman pen cannot support the infusion of spiritual power!"

Xiao Yu waved his hand and blew the burning talisman pen to the ground, then took out one and started drawing it.

But this time, just like last time, the pen broke again after just drawing a few symbols.

"Forget it, it seems that the time has not arrived, so I have to prepare the talisman painting."

Xiao Yu folded the talisman and pressed it with an inkstone, then took out a book and found the materials for making the talisman pen.

According to the Taoist Book, there are two kinds of high-level talisman pens as pens, one is bamboo that has been more than hundreds of years old, and that kind of thing is found in the cave where you can see the sky.

The other one is the skeleton of the spirit beast.

The bones need leg bones. Burn them with three real fires. Burn them to a certain thickness. Then cut off the top and pour some talisman materials into them. You can do it in one go without further dipping ink. The talismans drawn are more effective.

Of course, the pen holder is just the first step, and there is also the pen tip.

According to Maoshan Taoist Book, good brush strokes are made of hair from the body of spiritual beasts. The higher the strength, the better it can carry the infusion of spiritual energy.

Of course, there is also a dragon hair talisman pen in legend. Take the top of its dragon whiskers, then thousands of them are together, and then use the dragon bone as the handle. The pen changes color to the world, and the talismans transformed into even more unpredictable powers of gods and ghosts.

Of course, these Xiao Yu were just watching the fun, and he didn't think he could have the ability to pull beards from the dragon clan.

It took several days to see this. Among the Maoshan ancient jade, Xiao Yu seemed to have forgotten the time.

Three more days passed. On this day, Xiao Yu was practicing Taoism in Maoshan ancient jade, but suddenly his soul was shocked, and a crisis suddenly came, causing him to leave the ancient jade in an instant.

In the cave, Xiao Yu sat cross-legged, but there was a person coming quickly in the distance, which was Qingzi.

Qingzi held a long sword in his hand, with a face that was as cold as cold. Then the long sword in his hand suddenly pierced out and headed straight to Xiao Yu's face.

At this moment, Xiao Yu suddenly opened his eyes, poked out with one hand, and directly clamped the rushing sword between his fingers.

But Qingzi didn't react slowly. The moment Xiao Yu clamped the long sword in her hand, the other party abandoned the long sword, and the other hand was claw-shaped, and grabbed Xiao Yu's throat again.

"Demon, die."

Qingzi spoke angrily, but when his hand approached Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu disappeared instantly, and then a sentence came out.

"Since you've broken through, then go out."

Xiao Yu appeared in the distance, but Qingzi did not want to let him go.

"You come out of him, or we will die together today."

Qingzi's aura began to rise, her light green robe whirred, and chrysanthemums of various colors gathered above her head, turning into a colorful bird, and screaming at Xiao Yu.
Chapter completed!