【044】Changes in the Fog Space, Visited by Shen Yushu
"This is unreasonable..."
In the mist space, Su Ping's consciousness was a little sluggish.
There was a mass of talent floating in front of him.
Bigger than a washbasin...
Although his consciousness has undergone fragmentation and reorganization, his previous memories have been completely preserved.
He clearly remembered that he forcibly unsealed the Sacred Heart Pen, even though he absorbed all the mist surrounding the Sacred Heart Pen.
But talent only grows to the size of a human head.
Why did it suddenly become so big?
You know, if the diameter of the sphere doubles, the volume increases eight times!
What happened that caused your talent to soar so much?
Unfortunately, the memories of the reorganization are only the scenes of the guests toasting to me and me teasing Mr. Zhou.
What happened next? Because I was completely comatose, I have no memory at all.
Putting his doubts behind him, Su Ping looked at his 'golden finger' again.
The Sacred Heart pen has not changed much, it is still as jade-like and bone-like, with only a little black ink on the tip.
‘Writing as if there is a spirit’ is the function of the Sacred Heart Pen.
However, it is not an artifact like Ma Liang who can draw whatever he wants.
It has only one actual function. When used, it can raise the user's level without limit.
To put it bluntly, Su Ping wrote with the Sacred Heart Pen, which is equivalent to writing by a high-level Confucian scholar.
It seems that there are no substantial benefits, but the shocking vision is the biggest benefit.
think about it.
Others worked hard to write an article, but nothing happened.
But if I write one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, the sky will be full of excitement and golden light will shine.
Who will the world say is better?
no doubt.
This is naked gangster logic, using special effects to force people to appear holy.
The only disadvantage is that it's a bit expensive to mobilize.
Thinking of the previous situation, Su Ping was still frightened.
He just let the Sacred Heart Pen project onto the mortal pen, which instantly drained all his remaining mental power.
With his physical condition at that time, if he used his body, wouldn't he die in an instant?
"The realm is not high enough, so it's better not to use it if you can..."
Improving the realm of Confucianism and Taoism can simultaneously improve mental strength, and improving the realm of martial arts can simultaneously improve physical fitness.
But the problem is...
"If the realm is enough, why do I need this money?"
Su Ping was a little helpless.
It can only be regarded as there are other uses waiting to be discovered, and it will be ignored for the time being.
Su Ping set his sights on the other two 'gold fingers' that had not yet been unlocked.
These two are the ones that have changed the most.
Not only is the diameter more than doubled like a talent, there are even faint outlines inside.
The shadow in the red mist is narrower and longer than the Sacred Heart Pen.
It looked like it was either a sword or a gun.
The outline in the purple mist is rectangular, and it is difficult to determine the type with the naked eye.
"It's a pity that there are no conditions for unblocking..."
Su Ping thought about it for a long time, and finally had to give up and exited the conscious space.
As soon as I opened my eyes, a voice sounded in my ears.
"Are you awake?"
Shen Xianer's pretty face is so close, her eyes are full of surprises.
"You...why are you here?"
Su Ping tilted his head unnaturally.
Although the little girl's hair hadn't grown yet, the girl's fragrance hit his face, making him a little uncomfortable.
"Why can't I be here anymore? I've been taking care of you since you've been sleeping for so long."
Shen Xian'er grabbed Su Ping's arm and pulled him up with difficulty, "It's really heartbreaking."
"..."
Su Ping was speechless, and suddenly his heart tightened again, and he quickly asked: "How long have I been asleep?"
"Three days!"
Shen Xian'er shook three fingers, and then pouted: "I thought you would never wake up again? What a pity..."
"..."
Su Ping rolled his eyes, but felt relieved.
Just don't miss the provincial examination.
Writing "About Going to Wine" was not something he did impulsively.
But when you reach that point, if you continue to endure it, you will live in humiliation for the rest of your life, and your thoughts will never be clear.
Unsealing the Sacred Heart Pen and making such a big fuss was considered a risky move.
Since you were lucky enough to survive, you still have to continue doing what you should do.
Before he could recover, Shen Xianer had already brought a big white bowl over: "Are you hungry? It was just delivered and it's still hot."
"..."
Su Ping looked at the bowl and was completely speechless.
And he didn’t even leave any vegetable leaves for himself.
Is this appropriate for a patient who has been comatose for three days?
But then again...I really don't feel hungry at all.
"Forget it, I'm not hungry, you can eat."
Su Ping declined, and then asked, "Has anything happened at home these days?"
"No, it's still the same."
Shen Xian'er sat down on the bench and clasped her fingers: "Grandma Sasao comes once in the morning and evening, and the nurse comes three times in the morning, noon and evening. Oh, by the way, Brother Ziyu said you should wake up and let me go find him."
Nothing happened?
Su Ping raised his eyebrows slightly.
You made such a big noise, and those young ladies didn't react at all?
It shouldn't be.
You know, in the song "About to Enter the Wine", the local allusion "Qi Gong Banquet" was added.
It's impossible not to understand such a blatant insinuation.
When she wanted to ask again, Shen Xianer had already opened the door and ran out.
"Brother Ziyu? Tsk, tsk, you were bribed so quickly."
Su Ping curled his lips and stood up to wash up and change clothes.
But as soon as he stood up, he was stunned.
He didn't feel it clearly when he was on the bed just now, but as soon as he stood up, he immediately felt the changes in his body.
It was a feeling of full strength all over my body.
"This... I have no use for the ability to attach myself."
Su Ping shook his hands and legs in confusion, and realized that this was not an illusion, and that group of talents was floating in the mist space.
"It's almost at the level of martial arts...Writing a poem does not improve the realm of Confucianism and Taoism, but instead improves the realm of martial arts?"
After thinking for a long time, Su Ping couldn't figure it out, so he simply put it behind him and fetched water to wash up.
After he finished his instructions, Shen Xianer happened to come back.
The little girl opened the door and led Shen Yushu in without any politeness, as if she was the owner of the room.
"Are you going to kill the nine tribes by knocking on the door?"
Su Ping said angrily.
This Shen family member never has the habit of knocking on the door.
As a result, my nerves are now much thicker.
"Only those who betray the human race will be punished by all nine races."
Shen Yushu replied, cupping his fists and saluting: "Congratulations to Brother Su for entering Taoism."
"Um?"
Su Ping's eyes flashed, "How did you know I had entered Taoism?"
It has been quite a while since I entered the first level of Confucianism and Taoism, and no one should know.
Could it be that the use of the Sacred Heart Pen was detected?
"Brother Su inspired the holy readers with his peerless poems, and the holy will bestowed his talent. How can he not follow the Tao?"
Shen Yushu's expression of admiration was laced with regret.
He originally intended to greet the guests with Su Ping that day, but when he passed by the penthouse, he saw the maid Cuizhu taking a nap inside alone, and Shen Xinlan was nowhere to be seen.
Having some guesses, he left the house and wanted to find Shen Xinlan before worshiping in the church.
Although the man was finally found, it was too late.
Not only that, but I also missed the opportunity to comprehend the holy reading.
It's such a pity.
No, it should be called regret.
Shen Yushu counted few such regrets in his entire life.
"Holy Reading..."
Su Ping thought thoughtfully as he thought about the relevant records he had seen in the Imperial College.
It is definitely a good thing to be able to arouse the vision of Holy Reading.
But the key is that I still only have one talent.
It just increased many times...
Could it be that it was swallowed?
Thinking of this, Su Ping felt a little depressed again.
If he swallowed them one by one, wouldn't he be the weakling of Confucianism and Taoism forever...
Then again, the physical body becoming stronger seems to be brought about by the blessing of the Holy Will...
After calming down, Su Ping put aside his distracting thoughts and asked, "Why are you looking for me, Third Young Master?"
Shen Yushu walked to the table and sat down in front of Su Ping.
Shen Xian'er actually sat beside the two of them in a decent manner...
"Cousin Xian'er, Brother Su and I have important matters to discuss..."
Shen Yushu gestured.
"Um."
Shen Xian'er nodded. Not only did she have no intention of getting up, she even raised her chin with interest: "You guys say it, I'll listen."