Just as Qiuqiu didn't know how she entered the Seventh Peak, she couldn't tell how she came out.
She held Dabai in one hand and picked up the pen on the table with the other.
Then suddenly the scenery around was like a layer of cloth peeling off. The extremely real pavilions, living rooms, bookshelfs, and tables were unveiled like a used pictorial.
Of course there is not a blank space behind the pictorial.
The tide wind by the river blew her hair backwards.
Qiuqiu looked around.
OK, it's back.
Moreover, Guan Wei was on the river beach not far away, and the two waterfowls stood behind him.
Didn't she disappear? Everything she saw just now was hallucination?
No, definitely not.
Guan Wei walked towards her strode, and his urgent appearance even made Qiuqiu wonder if he would hit her head.
"You..." Guan Wei stopped suddenly in front of her, but the strong wind he brought made Qiuqiu's eyes narrow suddenly.
"Where did you go just now?"
“How long have I been there?”
The two of them asked almost at the same time.
Then Guan Wei took a deep breath and answered her first: "It takes about a cup of tea."
But Qiuqiu felt that she had disappeared for most of the day!
"It seems that I went to the Seventh Peak."
Guan Wei's answer made Qiuqiu feel a little certain.
She didn't dream in the daytime just now, and she did disappear into this space.
But is the time passage of the seventh peak different from that of the outside world?
Guan Wei's lips were pursed tightly, and he even spoke with a little cautiously: "Did you... remember what happened in the past?"
"No." Qiuqiu honestly raised the fat rabbit in his hand upwards. So Dabai turned to Guan Wei's face to face and eyes: "I just met it."
Guan Wei obviously knew the rabbit, too: "Dabai?"
From beginning to end, it was all confused, and I didn't understand what was happening, just like sleepwalking.
She regretted it a little.
She was wasted the great opportunity to enter the Seventh Peak just now, so she should have taken this opportunity to do something.
As for what to do... how to do it, although she doesn't know, it's better than going in for nothing and coming out empty-handed? At least do something meaningful.
But the fact is that she was like a wandering trip after walking for a while, and went to the seventh peak to browse and then returned the same way.
Ah, no. She didn't come out empty-handed.
She grabbed the rabbit with one hand and the old bald brush with the other.
Although this rabbit has not found any other purpose except being cute and eating. This bald brush has been left for too long, and the pen holder is so old that it cannot tell the original color, at least these are two souvenirs with weight.
Qiuqiu took both of these things back and showed them to Shi'er.
Shi'er must be very busy every day.
Before he came into contact with this strange world, Qiuqiu always thought that these immortals and talented people were not in the world, and they were all wielding swords when they were on the way, and never got involved in any vulgar things.
But the more you know, the more ridiculous your original thoughts are.
The life of a casual cultivator is quite hard and has no shelter. Everything depends on yourself. Even if you want to refine a pill to regulate your body, you have to start from scratch. Collect the medicine first, pick it back and then deal with it. Then you have to find a decent elixir cauldron to refine it. In this process, you must not only be careful of some ferocious beasts, but also be careful of even more ferocious people who want to get it for nothing to kill people and seize medicine.
Moreover, the premise of refining medicines by yourself is that you must have the ability to refine medicines. Refining medicines is not a popular skill that everyone knows. Most people can only ask others to refine medicines.
Therefore, Wulou Pian is quite popular. Especially Jin Zhenren, who has a wide range of friendships and a very popular relationship.
Not to mention elixirs, casual cultivators should strengthen their residences. Set up restrictions to hide and protect themselves. Most of their practices are left without anyone to guide them. They can only rely on their own exploration. Many people have no one to protect their Dharma when they are in seclusion. Once they are in a devil, they are really unable to ask for help. They are silent when they live, and silent when they die.
Therefore, many people are willing to join the sect and seek protection. It is especially difficult for famous sects to enter because the sect system is rigorous and generous, but in the same way, the sect will not easily accept people.
There must be many people in Jiufeng. Just the medicine garden that Qiuqiu saw, there were many disciples there taking care of the planting. It took so much effort to manage so many people, so many things, mediate relationships, and balance power. In addition to these matters, he also has to practice... Time is really not enough.
"You went to the Seventh Peak?"
Shi'er sat down next to her.
Qiuqiu told her experience today. Her expression skills were not very good, and her experience today was too bizarre. She often forgot about it and then ran away as she said it. Although she wanted to finish it briefly and not wasting her time, in fact, after she finished speaking, it was already deep.
Shi'er showed no impatience.
Not only was he not impatient, he even listened very engrossed - he could even be said to be very intoxicated.
It seems that as long as Qiuqiu said it, he would listen to it with pleasure no matter what content or topic it was.
As a proof of today's experience, Dabai kept lying on her lap and refused to move.
Another piece of evidence is a semi-bald brush, which is now on the table.
Needless to say, Shi'er is of course familiar with it.
Shi'er even reached out and touched Dabai's ears.
The rabbit's ears are easy to touch, warm and soft, and it feels very smooth.
But Shi'er shook his head and said, "This is not your thing, nor mine."
"But it's in that room."
Then the ownership should belong to her.
Qiuqiu felt that this thing was not important, and it was probably put there casually at that time.
But after Shi'er picked up the pen, his expression became serious and serious.
"This is something from Shangzhang Peak."
"who?"
"The Palm Peak in the Seventh Peak was Shang Zhen." Shi'er showed her the pen.
There is a circle mark on it. The circle is a very small but very clear Shang character.
If it weren't for him, Qiuqiu hadn't noticed that this was a word. She had just thought it was a casually carved decorative pattern with no meaning.
Shang Zhen should be the palm peak with many calligraphy and paintings in that house.
Qiuqiu felt that although she was not particular about the details, she definitely did not have the habit of using other people's palaces and things without telling them.
So why didn't this money be placed in Shang Zhen's house, but appeared on her former table?
Is she in a hurry to find a pen? It's unlikely.
Then... it can't be that Shang Zhen gave her? She's ascended early?
But Shi'er's conclusion was exactly the answer Qiuqiu thought that was the most unlikely answer: "This should be given to you by Shang Zhangfeng."
"Give it to me?"
"This pen should be the most commonly used one she used. It was from a famous elder at that time. The elder was good at refining weapons. He refined more than a dozen famous magic weapons in his life. If I remember correctly this pen, it should be the gift I received during the birthday of Shang Zhangfeng, named Moshuang."
Does the ink turn into frost?
What a good name.
But Qiuqiu felt that what Shi'er said was unlikely: "Didn't Shangzhang Peak ascend as early as possible?"
Shi'er said: "After we returned to the Central Plains that year, you hurriedly returned. You told me that you met Senior Shang. It should be the spiritual mark she left to give you some guidance. This pen should be something left for you at that time."
Wow!
Artifact.
Qiuqiu's eyes suddenly shone, staring at the bald and broken pen...
I really didn't see that this stroke has such a big background. It's really a good look. I just look at its bald hair, but who knows it's so powerful.
Senior Shang is a master of painting. This stroke is equivalent to the swordsman's sword and the pharmacist's tripod.
She gave this to her, which was a affirmation and encouragement to her.
Although Qiuqiu still doesn't know what this thing is for.
Of course, pen is used to write.
But Qiuqiu couldn't think of what words to write with this pen would not be considered as insulting it.
But what else can be used for a pen besides writing and writing?
Oh, can you still fight? But what is available for fighting is not the brush or the judge's pen? If you use this pen to fight... can it poke? can it chop? can it chop?
You can't throw it out as a hidden weapon.
Shi'er said: "I don't know much about Senior Shang Zhen. However, I have seen this ink frost in a book. It does not require dipping ink when writing or painting."
“Don’t dip ink?”
"It is said that it's enough to get wet. Senior Shang is a slut. He often gets out of sight as he walks, and then uses his fingers to draw out of thin air. So she cherishes this ink cream very much and keeps it with her."
Uh, Qiuqiu is so embarrassing.
Is it said that the reason why Senior Shang likes Mosque is that it is so convenient to paint randomly anytime and anywhere?
Imagine that Senior Shang has a brush on his waist wherever he goes. From time to time, he stops to paint on the wall and the ground and paper...
Well, if this habit is put on Senior Shang, it is the style of an art master. It is extremely affectionate and does not care about details. If it is placed on ordinary people, it will definitely be regarded as destroying the environment and posting small advertisements.
But from another perspective, Senior Shang gave her something that he loved and used so easily. This was really an unusual gift.
"Then let's try it." Qiuqiu was very curious about why this writing was written without touching the ink.
Shi'er agreed happily, and then poured some clean water into the inkstone.
Qiuqiu tried to dip some water with a pen and wrote a thick horizontal line on the spread paper.
Her eyes widened!
It's really black!
This is what she saw with her own eyes, and it is absolutely false.
It’s really a brush that can be written without ink! And since it doesn’t dip ink, it means you don’t need to wash the pen after using it!
In fact, Qiuqiu doesn’t hate writing. What she doesn’t like is the tedious preparations before writing and the complicated finishing procedures after writing. I used to hear that Wang Xizhi was washing his pen in the pond in front of his home, washing a pond into black water. The white goose inside were covered with black footprints... It really damaged the environment.
This is really easy to deal with. If Senior Shang had any inspiration to suddenly write down the painting, he had to pour water and grind the ink and spread the paper first... After such a series of skills, perhaps the inspiration would have spread its wings and flew away long ago.
It is not so useful for Qiuqiu.
First of all, she doesn’t love painting. Although it’s very convenient to not grind ink or something, she can’t just use such a memorable pen to count and write letters, which is really a waste of things.
"It's better to find a good box to put it in."
You have to keep it well so that she won't be ruined. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support are my greatest motivation.)
ps: Yesterday I had a dish with Hainan specialty, which was coconut rice. It seemed to be steamed with glutinous rice stuffed into the coconut shell. It was very fragrant and thick~~~