Chapter six hundred and seventy first touch porcelain saint
As Su Ping'an finished speaking, the old dean and Ziyi Hou Luolie looked over immediately.
Su Pingan stepped closer, and gradually arrived in front of the Liangtian Bi. He seemed to feel the upcoming change in his destiny. The stone body of the Liangtian Bi trembled slightly, and there were waves of buzzing inside it, seeming to urge Su Pingan to hurry up.
, and seemed to be cheering excitedly.
The mountain and river brush above his head also felt the same, and immediately flew down from the air, and then flew up and down around Su Ping'an, like an elf, and seemed to be happy for his former 'old friend' to measure the sky brush.
Su Ping'an stopped when he approached the Liangtian Brush. Then with a move of his hand, a purple wolf-hair brush appeared in his hand. It was his customary literary treasure, the red sandalwood wolf-hair brush.
Su Ping'an used it when washing and carving inscriptions on the Shanhe brush, and it is still the same one now.
Standing in front of the Liangtian Pen for a moment, Su Ping'an paused for a moment, then raised the pen and began to write on the stone pen from a distance.
The moment he raised his hand, the sky and the earth were quiet, but there seemed to be thunder rolling in the clouds above his head; there was no sound in the void, but there was a strong wind brewing and accumulating all around.
The red sandalwood wolf-hair pen was caught in Su Pingan's hand. The moment he picked up the pen and put ink, the body of the red sandalwood wolf-hair pen lit up with a golden light. The mountains, rivers, trees, vines and other patterns on it seemed to have been gilded, and gradually
Everything lit up, showing off the extraordinary.
"When I lift a pen, the power of heaven and earth is filled with me. What is the inscription this little guy wants to write? How could he have such an amazing reaction?"
Seeing this scene, Luo Lie beside him opened his mouth slightly, and there was a rare look of astonishment on his face, which had seen countless storms.
Even the old dean nodded frequently when he saw this scene, "He is indeed the little guy that the Confucian sage likes. He is really talented!"
When the two of them were surprised, Su Ping'an had already started writing eight characters on the Liangtian Pen.
The most important weapon of the country is ordered by heaven!
After that, when the writing stopped, the wind and thunder started.
The violent wind that had been brewing all around seemed to be vented at this moment. It suddenly rose up violently, flying sand and rocks. The dark clouds in the sky were instantly dense and overlapping. There were lightnings on them, like wild dragons, jumping wantonly, and the thunder was like a landslide, roaring incessantly.
, the whole world seems to be in a state of violence.
As for the Liangtian Brush, at the moment when the eight characters of the inscription were formed, a golden light flashed inside the stone brush, and a normal-sized writing brush rushed out from it.
The brush was entirely golden, with only the tip of the brush glowing with a golden light. Then, like a divine dragon, it rushed directly into the rolling dark clouds overhead.
"Ouch..."
Invisibly, the thunder sounded like the roar of a dragon, and countless lightning bolts fell down in an instant, all hitting the golden brush, as if the golden brush had become enlightened and was passing through the tribulation.
Seeing this scene, Su Ping'an was horrified. He hurriedly retreated, then looked up at the shocking scene above his head and said to himself: "What is going on? Is the golden thing the Sky Measurement Pen itself?"
Next to him, Luo Lie seemed to have heard his words, and he looked up at the sky and said: "Yes, that is the true form of the Liangtian Bi. Now that the inscription establishes the Tao and reshapes the holy power, it is equivalent to it becoming holy again, so
That’s why there is such a scene!”
Although the old dean was silent, his eyes were flashing with light, his head was steaming with energy, and he seemed to be very excited.
The thunder in the sky was like a waterfall, and it kept crashing down, making the Liangtian Bi tremble. However, after all, the Liangtian Bi was already a holy object. Although it lacked divinity, it was still no problem to resist such thunder disasters.
But what’s even more amazing is that on the hillside behind the Wenyuan Academy, there are thunders rolling down the sky and strong winds, which is like a chaotic world. However, in front of the Wenyuan Academy, it is still sunny and windy, with clear skies and no sound is heard.
It's like being isolated by the way of heaven, and it's extremely magical.
The Liangtian Pen experienced a thunderstorm not long ago. After a series of thunders, a golden light flew down like a sharp blade. The golden light circled around Su Pingan, and finally nodded at Su Pingan, as if kowtowing.
As a thank you, after bowing, the golden light flew into the stone pen again.
Wow...
The white light on the stone-like pen body flashed slightly, and then an even more bizarre scene appeared.
The stone pen, which was originally graystone-colored, seemed to have a soul after the golden light penetrated it. The stone-like body slowly receded, and then turned into a layer of jade color, like mutton-fat white jade, full of spirituality.
"The way of heaven is changing, the divinity is self-sustaining, and the Liangtian Bi has finally regained its sacred power!"
Seeing this strange scene, the old dean stroked his long beard and couldn't help laughing. He was so happy and happy that it was hard to express in words.
Luo Lie was also overjoyed and praised: "In this way, I will no longer have to worry about the destiny of the country!"
Su Ping'an was a little surprised, "Is this it?"
It was a little simpler than he imagined, and after helping the Tianbi to carve the inscriptions with his own hands, he felt that the Wenxin tree in his body seemed to have benefited a lot, and the tree became more spiritual in its trance, and its literary spirit became more solid.
At the same time, look at the red sandalwood wolf brush in hand. After being blessed by the ability contained in the inscriptions of heaven and earth, the red sandalwood wolf brush has become more extraordinary. Although the appearance does not seem to have changed much, that is, the mountains, rivers, vines and other textures on it have been rendered.
In addition to being coated with a layer of gold, an invisible Taoist charm seemed to be restrained within it, giving Su Ping'an a different feeling, a bit like the Shanhe Brush Washer that had not yet become a sacred instrument.
"Is this red sandalwood wolf-hair pen about to be promoted after carving inscriptions on the sacred vessel twice?"
Su Pingan secretly thought about it, his eyes filled with joy.
In general, although this attack did not bring him any obvious benefits, what he gained secretly was immeasurable. To put it bluntly, it was a huge profit.
The vision of Liangtian Bi did not last long. When the real body of the pen was put into the stone pen again, all the divinity and vision gradually disappeared.
After everything calmed down, I looked at the sky pen again and found that it had returned to calm. Except for the heaven and earth inscription just carved on it, which was still shining with this dazzling light, the rest was not much different, even the layer of jade that was revealed before.
The color has gradually become more restrained, and the appearance is low-key.
The old dean looked at the eight shining characters on it, his eyes full of deep thought, and murmured: "The most important weapon of the country is ordered by heaven. Well, it is well written. It is worthy of the heavenly pen to serve the country's destiny in Daxuan Town for thousands of years."
The word 'the most important weapon of the country' has come up!"
Luo Lie also looked at Su Ping'an in surprise, then nodded and said: "I didn't expect that your boy has some skills in carving inscriptions for sacred vessels. There are several 'great chivalrous people who have served the country and the people' in Shanhe.
I like the words very much, and now these words complement each other even more. If I have the opportunity to cultivate King Wen's cultural treasure again in the future, you can also engrave an inscription for me."
When Su Ping'an heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched subconsciously, but he immediately responded: "Okay, of course no problem..."
But in his heart, he was bitter and secretly complained: Why do you all come to me to engrave inscriptions? I am not professional in engraving inscriptions.
But I can only think about it in my heart, who is the boss?
The old dean looked at Su Ping'an's frowning face, and immediately couldn't help but smile, and then said: "Little friend, don't worry, I didn't ask you to do it in vain!"
Hearing this, Su Ping'an immediately became happy, and then pretended to be shy and said: "Ah, old dean, do you want to give me a favor? That's so embarrassing. But if you must give it, then
I'm sorry to say no, you don't have to spend too much, just give me two or three semi-sacred cultural treasures, I'm not greedy!"
"..."
Hearing Su Pingan's words, the old dean was stunned on the spot.
Asking for semi-sacred cultural treasures and giving back two or three pieces, is this also called non-corruption?
Then what would it be like for you to be greedy!
Luo Lie also took a deep breath and his eyes widened.
I was indeed right about this boy. He is so fucking shameless. You dare to even touch a saint’s porcelain. Can you be more shameless?!
