"A demon, demon..."

After discovering that there was a piece of something suspected to be a golden skin and a jade bone in the body of the eagle, Qi Xiang couldn't calm down. He was very suspicious whether the eagle had turned into a demon during his lifetime.

Also, is the owner of this cave, a cultivator who died of a grievance in the cave room inside, or is the eagle in front of him?

The main reason is that this big eagle is really terrifying.

Not only is the wings all over his body white, with bright light blooming, there are also fairy bones in his body. All signs indicate that the eagle is probably not only a spiritual bird, but perhaps a legendary immortal mount?

For a moment, Qi Xiang had a lot of thoughts and a messy mind, and couldn't calm down at all.

After a long time, Qi Xiang came back to her senses in a daze. Without any hesitation, she was afraid of others robbing her and quickly reached out to pull the piece of the engraved bone over.

When the golden and jade-like carved bones were obtained, the entire skeleton also had a chain reaction and immediately scattered all over the ground.

Qi Xiang didn't care about this and focused on observing the carved bones. The thing was very dense, fine and shiny, a little weighty, and not heavy. The feel was as gentle as jade. Even if he told him that it was beautiful jade with mutton fat, he would probably believe it.

"Baby, a rare treasure..."

Qi Xiang studied it repeatedly and couldn't let it go. Suddenly, his inspiration flashed and his eyes lit up: "Wait, this seems to be a ready-made pen holder material."

If he wanted to make a spiritual pen, the first thing he considered was the material of the pen tube.

After all, drawing talismans with spiritual strokes involves the power of the heaven and earth's vitality. If it is an ordinary material, the heaven and earth's vitality will surge over and the pen holder cannot withstand the squeezing of force, and it will definitely explode and break.

So before that, he thought of using thunder bamboo as his pen tube. Unfortunately, the thing was not in his hands and could not get what he wanted.

But now with this piece of carving bone, there is no need for any thunder bamboo.

Use carved bones as the rods, and then use carved feathers as the hairs, and the two have the same roots and origins. Then the spiritual pens made will definitely not be blocked when drawing talismans, and they will be completed in one go.

The more Qi Xiang thought about it, the more he felt that this idea was wonderful, and it was simply a perfect match made by heaven.

"This trip is worth it, I'll return with a full load..."

Qi Xiang laughed loudly and immediately picked up all the carved feathers and scattered carved bones in the cave room, filling them with a whole bag. He checked the cave hall repeatedly and confirmed that there was nothing missing, so he left excitedly.

When you reach the exit, you will see a cliff with a hundred meters below.

Qi Xiang looked down and suddenly jumped into the air, and the wind blew under her feet, and she was hiking on the dangerous cliff.

If ordinary people do this, they will definitely roll down the cliff at the first time and turn into a pile of meat paste.

Qi Xiang was different. When she was jumping in the air, a halo appeared on her body. It was a very tough protective cover, and it was better like a parachute, full of buoyancy...

Under the influence of buoyancy, Qi Xiang quickly arrived at the bottom of the cliff and retrieved the luggage placed at the foot of the mountain.

Next, naturally, I will go home.

"Leave..."

Qi Xiang was in a good mood, so his speed was naturally not slow. He had already completed the itinerary of a day and one night. He walked out of the vast mountainous territory and returned to the crowded village.

His off-road vehicle is stored in a village.

Qi Xiang took the car and drove away, and rushed to the road overnight. The next morning, he returned to Huzhou.

While passing by the mountain gate, a guard reported: "Mr. Qi, not long ago, your friend came to visit you, but unfortunately you are not here."

"My friend?" Qi Xiang was stunned: "Who?"

"It's the two I've been here before..." The guard said truthfully: "They asked me to tell you that if you come back, please contact them as soon as possible..."

"Two people who have been here..." Qi Xiang thought to herself: "Young Master Hai, Tian Shi?"

"Yes, yes, it's them." The guard nodded repeatedly.

"I understand, thank you for telling me." Qi Xiang nodded, stepped on the accelerator, went straight up the mountain and entered the manor.

When he got home, Qi Xiang rushed back to the room as soon as possible and took out the dry spiritual tea tree he had hidden in a hidden place. The thick layer of blood scab on the tree was a little thin.

Qi Xiang looked carefully and found that after several days of brewing and fermenting, the situation of the tea tree has indeed improved. However, the vitality and death in the tea tree are entangled with each other. You have me and I have you, it seems like a mess.

This is not a good phenomenon...

Qi Xiang frowned slightly, and her heart felt a little heavy. In his idea, it was not to make the tea tree lively and die, but to drive away the dead air, allowing the tea tree to be vigorous and healthy.

But now, vitality and death are in a relatively balanced state, which is equivalent to a critical point. If the death energy does not dissipate, then over time, vitality will definitely gradually fade away, and the tea tree will inevitably fall into the abyss and face the crisis of extinction again.

"It's still a little bit worse..."

Qi Xiang frowned and pondered, and he felt a little regretful. When the tortoise shell absorbs clear spiritual liquid, he should keep some. The vibrant and energetic spiritual liquid will definitely be of great use to the tea tree.

But it's too late to say anything now. You can't make a difference out of nothing and make it happen out of thin air...

"Wait, what's wrong?"

Qi Xiang's heart moved, her eyes turned, and she looked at the luggage bag beside her. He opened the luggage bag, took out the gold and jade bones, and the white feather feathers as white as snow.

"It's really a way out..." Qi Xiang was a little happy: "The key to success or failure depends on this."

After making a decision, Qi Xiang immediately turned on the computer and searched the Internet for the process of making a brush.

I have to say that with the Internet, it is so convenient and fast to review information. Some basic process flows can be found online, and the content is very detailed, and there are even tutorials for each step.

Qi Xiang has good hands-on skills. After reading the tutorial, she simulated and tried it several times, and she felt that she was okay.

At present, he officially began to make pens by hand, focusing on himself and concentrating on his mind.

Simply put, the process of a brush is nothing more than three parts: selecting materials, kneading and loading. As long as you don’t pay attention to the process of these three parts, you can get a brush.

Of course, the most primitive processes have become more complicated and very particular.

A brush generally needs to go through twelve major processes such as material selection, water basin, knotting, set-up, pudding, inlay, pen selection, and engraving, which can be subdivided into more than 120 small processes.

Qi Xiang must not be able to complete more than a hundred processes, and he did not want to follow this cumbersome process.

What he has to do now is to choose feathers that are as hard as needles or as soft as trousers among thousands of feathers, and then remove the hard and soft feathers in the water, separate the material, cushion the tires, and separate the heads.

This process is called a water basin.

To put it bluntly, it is to repeatedly combed, sorted, arranged, combined, and sorted the feathers that were broken, without tips, curved but not straight, flat but not round. It is done in a uniform brush, shaped, made a coat of hair, and finally tied into a tip of the pen.

This process tests a person's patience.

Qi Xiang never lacked patience. He squatted for more than two hours before he could make the pen tip. Next, just install the pen tip into the pen tube, and the task was completed.

Fortunately, as the material of the pen tube, it was a piece of bone.

The golden and jade bones are carved on one end, and the other end is hollow. The hollow end can be fitted, and the process of digging holes in the pen tube is missing.

Throughout history, the biggest reason why bamboo has become the first material for making brushes is probably because it is hollow and low-priced, which can save a lot of cost and time in making brushes.

Qi Xiang took some time to put the pen Ying into the pen tube, and after confirming that the pen tip is closely connected to the bone tube and will not easily loosen and fall out, a simple brush will be announced immediately.

This brush is very original, with two parts: pen holder and pen Ying. It has no pattern modification and is very simple.

However, the truth is simple and simple does not mean unpretentious.

After all, the carved bones of gold and jade emit a brilliant brilliance that is hard to ignore.

Also, although the brush is completed, for Qi Xiang, this thing can only be regarded as a semi-finished product, and the most critical step is missing... Consecration!

Only after consecration and decorating can the brush transform into a spiritual pen.

As for how to consecrate, Qi Xiang also had a scheming in her mind, so she would implement it step by step at night.

As night falls, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the night wind blows gently, very quiet. Qi Xiang stands in the attic, pushing the window and looking at the moon, a clear light shines slanted, the ground is like frost, and it is clear and bright.

Qi Xiang looked down and put a brush on the table. The moonlight shone, and the soft light was like water.

"I originally wanted to make a spiritual pen and draw a talisman, but now I'm fine. The pen has not been completed, but I have to make a fuss on the pen first." Qi Xiang muttered, then picked up the pen and rubbed it gently.

"It's going to bleed again."

Qi Xiang sighed, immediately put down her pen, picked up a long needle, and decisively stabbed it on the middle finger of his right hand. The long needle pierced the skin, and a drop of Yin Liang's thick blood came out.

At this time, Qi Xiang carefully dripped blood on the pen tube, then quickly sat down cross-legged to visualize the secret text of Shuiyue.

After a moment, Qi Xiang's body shook slightly and her soul was already out of her body.

As soon as the soul came out, the moonlight immediately gathered lightly, with a faint shadow floating, as if it was covered with a layer of hazy silver gauze. This shows that his strength has improved a little more.

However, in the state of soul, Qi Xiang was not happy or sad, and instantly attached to the pen.

To be precise, Qi Xiang's soul is attached to his blood.

Qi and blood are connected, bones and flesh are integrated, and they are integrated like an arm.

At this moment, Qi Xiang's soul easily manipulated his blood, crisscrossing on the smooth pen, easily sketching thin lines.

Thin lines are like silk, like hair, like seal script, like talisman...

Half outlined, the blood-red thin line suddenly shone brightly, and the light shines brightly.

The next second, a drop of blood immediately turned into a line mark, directly wrapping the entire pen holder, turning into a clear and obvious, mysterious talisman.

One talisman is complete, the whole room becomes dark, and then the empty room becomes white, and the dark room becomes light... (To be continued)
Chapter completed!