boom.

The unknown thunder rumbled, disturbing the world.

The heavy rain fell and swept the entire Taihao Sword Sect.

In the room, wisps of spiritual energy disappeared into the body.

Song Zhishu slowly opened his eyes, and he was disturbed by the thunder.

The rain outside the window was loud and beating on the eaves, which made me feel a little bad.

Light rain is as moist as crisp, but heavy rain is different, and it will only make people feel bad.

"Why is there such a heavy rain in Haoduan?"

"There is no notice from Jiantian Pavilion either."

Song Zhishu did not open the window, but looked a little curious in the room.

Song Zhishu sighed.

But I didn't expect that I would get an opportunity at this time.

clang!

clang!

clang!

The ancient bell rang, awakening Song Zhishu's consciousness.

But before Song Zhishu could continue to think deeply, all the words on the rice paper had disappeared.

At that moment, Song Zhishu fell to the ground and passed out.

It really happened that the house leaked and it rained all night.

All kinds of bright lights diffused from the pagoda.

He had no intention of paying attention to the style of the pagoda. All his attention was focused on the interior of the pagoda.

It represents a kind of inheritance.

The words on the rice paper disappeared one by one, turning into wisps of white smoke.

Among the three hundred and sixty-five immortal texts.

It was like falling into an abyss, my mind was extremely dizzy, and I had the illusion of falling infinitely.

This black jade is just an ordinary piece of miscellaneous jade, used for hand training.

The inscription master masters these ancient immortal inscriptions, then inscribes them into jade, and finally inlays these jade stones into magical weapons, or formations.

I saw a magnificent pagoda standing in front of me.

After fifteen years of suffering, do we really want to be able to achieve peace and prosperity?

Zhishu of the Song Dynasty carefully wrote silently and injected his spirit into it. In the past fifteen years, he wrote many Confucian scriptures, but in the end he chose a university because he had few words.

I don't know how long it lasted, but just when Song Zhishu's consciousness was completely sinking, a majestic voice suddenly sounded.

Sighing, Song Zhishu felt a little melancholy.

But the requirements for an inscription master are very high. They must be mentally strong. Not only that, they must also master immortal inscriptions.

Word.

"Could it be."

The mentality has been settled.

It can be written in an hour.

Fifteen years.

Xianjia Baiyi is also a kind of art.

Song Zhishu felt that such a thing, not only to make him become an immortal, but even to make him reach the golden elixir realm, was enough.

Among immortal sects, sect missions are not the only way to obtain spiritual stones.

First draw the formation pattern, then move the pen with the dragon and snake, and within ten breaths, carve the word "condensation".

The words that can be written into a book have been studied countless times.

But the cost is five pieces each. In other words, there are only two chances, and you will make a small profit once you succeed. If you fail continuously, you will lose blood.

After a simple wash.

And his consciousness sank directly.

For fifteen years, Song Zhishu had been carving this character, and his movements were natural and skillful.

This is the first time.

This feeling is like death.

The so-called immortal texts are ancient texts.

No hesitation.

Abruptly.

The pagoda is majestic, blooming with thousands of auspicious lights, with fairy jade as the base, sacred stones as the steps, glazed tiles, and the octagonal pagoda body. If you look closely, you can see that there are nine layers in total. Just one glance will make people unforgettable for the rest of their lives.

Song Zhishu came to the iron frame, then took the carving knife in his hand and carved directly on the jade.

I traveled back in time fifteen years.

Eighty-six percent is not a big problem.

Blood loss.

The lowest cost items are spiritual plants and inscriptions.

"Sure enough, realm is the foundation of everything."

Song Zhishu exhaled slowly.

Without thinking much, Song Zhishu took out a carving knife from his sleeve, added a black stone, fixed the black stone on an iron frame, and began to prepare for his daily work.

Song Zhishu is not sure how long the history is, because each era cannot be measured.

Slowly opening his eyes, Song Zhishu couldn't help but froze on the spot when his consciousness completely came to his senses.

He wished he could look up to the sky and scream.

But writing is different. It can be passed down forever. As long as heaven and earth are immortal, writing will not be destroyed.

He is so excited!

Also full of expectations.

Because most of the characters, such as 'I', 'Bu', 'You', 'Chu' and some names, are meaningless.

"?"

A full fifteen years.

Every word contains great power, but the realm is not enough to display the corresponding ability.

Song Zhishu came to the desk and started writing daily.

The engraved jade is blessed on the magic weapon Flying Sword, which can quickly condense Qi. If it is blessed on a formation, such as the Spirit Gathering Formation, the effect will be even better.

Generally, if there is heavy rain, notices will be posted in Jiantian Pavilion to ask monks to be careful so as not to slip and fall while climbing the mountain road.

It’s a shame that I have endured fifteen years of hardship.

Using the magic pen, not to mention other things, I can carve jade every three months, four times a year, two pieces at a time.

In the past fifteen years, he had written the university notes from memory countless times, but nothing like this had ever happened.

Inscription is to engrave some ancient words into gems, so that some strange gems can generate power and bless the magic weapon.

Then he put the brush aside and prepared to burn the rice paper as usual.

These are the three hundred and sixty-five lines, and the number one scholar in each line is the best.

[The way of a university lies in being virtuous, being close to the people, and striving for perfection]

Song Zhishu came to the foot of the tower.

This is a state that Song Zhishu could not even imagine.

Song Zhishu would engrave two coins a year. When he was lucky, both coins would be successful. In the past fifteen years, there were only two years when his luck was extremely bad. The rest were small profits and occasional blood profits.

To be honest, Song Zhishu had thought a few days ago that if he really got the chance, he would not be too excited.

A bold and terrifying idea suddenly appeared in Song Zhishu's mind.

What a loss.

"Well, if I were a monk at the fourth level of qi training, I would be at least 70% sure, and with fifteen years of hard training, I would be 80% or 90% sure. There is no need to look for the state."
To be continued...