Ji Yuan saw that Lin Jian was staring at the sword intent note without blinking, with a hint of magic light flowing in his eyes. He knew that the other party must be using his magic eyes, but it was obvious that he did not see anything. The expression on his face showed this clearly.
"Mr. Ji, these words on the calligraphy..."
Ji Yuan held his sleeve with his left hand and dipped the brush in ink with his right hand. Then he carefully wrote on the Jian Yi Tie with a wolf hair brush, stroke by stroke, while explaining calmly.
"There are so many monsters in the world. These small characters are just ordinary monsters among living beings. Fellow Daoist Lin, don't take them too seriously."
There are many monsters in the world, which any cultivator with a little common sense knows about. Lin Jian has heard of and even seen many creatures that can become spirits from calligraphy and paintings, but this is the first time he has heard that words can also become spirits, and moreover, each of the words on a piece of calligraphy has become a spirit, and they can even quarrel with each other!
After hearing what Mr. Ji said, Lin Jian didn't want to make a fuss, but he couldn't suppress his curiosity, and Mr. Ji had a good temper, so he couldn't help but ask one more question.
"Mr. Ji is right. I lost my composure. However, in all my years of cultivation, I have never heard of a single word becoming a spirit. Are they really independent individuals?"
When Lin Jianyi said this, he discovered that except for the character written by Ji Yuan, the other small characters on the copybook were all half-raised, which made him suddenly feel like he was being stared at by more than a hundred little goblins. Then, when Ji Yuan's pen tip left the previous character and moved to the next character, all of them "lay flat" on the copybook again. The feeling of being stared at disappeared, and he perceived the copybook as still ordinary.
"Haha, I guess so, so it's quite lively sometimes."
As Ji Yuan was speaking, the first pass of "inking" had been completed. A line of golden fragrant ink was used up, and every small character was taken care of and all of them were brushed with ink. However, this would at most be considered as "feeding" the small characters, and it could not be considered as truly brushing ink for the small characters.
After the first ink stick was used up, Ji Yuan took out a few more and started grinding ink again. Under the influence of magic power, the ink on the inkstone increased very slowly, while an ink stick would be consumed very quickly.
Lin Jian who was standing next to him hadn't left yet. Since Mr. Ji didn't chase him away, he shamelessly stayed here for a while.
Ji Yuan caught a glimpse of Lin Jian from the corner of his eye, but didn't say anything. It wasn't something shameful, so he whispered something to the sword intent note.
"Everything is ready."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Yuan dipped the brush in ink again, and after concentrating and calming himself down, he put his pen to paper and focused on applying ink.
At the same time, Lin Jian felt that the small characters on the copybook on the desk produced a strange atmosphere. They were no longer ordinary and difficult to find, but they were full of spirituality. It felt very magical. If I had to put it in words, it was as if more than a hundred little monks were sitting cross-legged in meditation and comprehending the heaven and earth.
This time, after Ji Yuan put pen to paper, each small character would glow faintly. Each stroke was no longer a simple smear, but was extremely full of charm.
It took more than an hour to write a piece of calligraphy, and most of the time was spent on grinding the ink. On this piece of calligraphy, each of the small characters was written in bright and shining ink, making the whole piece of calligraphy shrouded in a hazy glow that lingered for a long time.
'These words are practicing!'
This was a thought that naturally arose in Lin Jian's mind, and it was not difficult to infer that these small characters were the true Dharma taught by Ji Yuan.
Of course, in reality, what Jiyuan did could not be considered as imparting the true Dharma. He just relied on his own understanding of these word spirits to show them the truth in the words.
However, since these small characters are considered to be practicing, Lin Jian consciously feels that he is not suitable to stand here. This is equivalent to him being an outsider present when the master is imparting skills to the disciple, which is inappropriate.
So Lin Jian bowed and whispered.
"Mr. Ji, I will take my leave now. After you finish your meal, you can just send the tableware and other items to the outside of Yunxia Garden."
"Okay, I won't see you off."
Watching Lin Jian leave, Ji Yuan also put down his pen. He had already finished brushing the ink for the small characters. It was time to eat. The dishes on the tray on the table were very exquisite. There were hot dishes that were still steaming, cold dishes with tiny ice beads hanging on them, and even a pot of wine.
“It looks good, but the quantity is too small…”
Ji Yuan smiled and shook his head, making a rare complaint. He knew that many immortal cultivators ate just to taste the flavor and enjoy the feeling, but he, Ji, still liked the satisfaction of being full. There were eight dishes on such a big tray, how many times could he pick up each dish with his chopsticks
Of course, Jiufeng Mountain is definitely not stingy. Although the dishes are small, they are all exquisite and extraordinary. They also contain spiritual essence, which cannot be compared with ordinary foods containing a little spiritual energy.
Jiufeng Mountain is so hospitable, not only to show the demeanor of the organizer of the Xianyou Conference and to have the intention of making good friends, but more importantly, Jiufeng Mountain has also actually benefited from it, and this benefit is the current Xianlai Peak.
The treasures refined by the five masters are extraordinary. When the treasures are completed, all kinds of auras produced during the refining process still remain on Xianlai Peak, giving rise to the yin and yang and five elements. This is a rare treasure for the immortal gate.
In this situation, the masters of Jiufeng Mountain were overjoyed. It was only right for them to entertain Ji Yuan with good food and wine. Xianlai Peak would not run away anyway, and leaving a piece of land for enlightenment for the mountain gate was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. This was not only understood by the people of Jiufeng Mountain, but also by many of the immortal cultivators who had already left.
Ji Yuan first poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip and tasted it. He found the wine mellow, not the kind that highlighted spiritual energy and vitality, but real fairy wine. A smile appeared on his face. He picked up a bite of the side dish to taste it and found it delicious, although it was far inferior to the taste he cooked himself.
Glancing at the Sword Intent Post, all the small characters were concentrating on their practice. Ji Yuan murmured while tasting wine and eating food.
"You little guys have become quite capable now. This time you have to help me, the master, to conceal the secret of the Heavenly Book!"
Applying ink to small characters not only helps the characters to practice, but also helps one to practice oneself, and to verify one's own way of calligraphy from the natural spirit of the characters.
And the spirits of characters originally displayed the way within characters. When he was writing "The Wonderful Law of Heaven and Earth", the small characters were still far from being perfect. But now when he was preparing to write a new heavenly book, these small characters could help Ji Yuan a lot.
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Although the Jiufeng Cave Heaven has a close relationship with the outside world, in the final analysis, the cave heaven is almost a world of its own, and even has its own rules. Here, when necessary, Jiufeng Mountain can even exercise some of the power of heaven if it makes up its mind. It is a true pinnacle fairyland.
The immortal palace is hidden in the "cave", which is quiet and stable, and it can choose a vast space to cultivate spiritual flowers and herbs, which is also very beneficial for enlightenment. Sometimes, talents will be selected from the mortals in the cave to be accepted into the immortal gate, although the frequency is very low.
On the nine peaks of Jiufeng Mountain, the time is connected with the outside world, so one day for Ji Yuan and others on Jiufeng Mountain is equivalent to one day in the outside world.
But in the real cave world under the Nine Peaks, the passage of time is different from that in the outside world, basically a multiple of ten. That is to say, for every day that passes on the Nine Peaks Mountain, ten days will pass in the Nine Peaks Cave Heaven.
Therefore, by the time Ji Yuan and others refined the Immortal Binding Rope and went back and forth to Pozi Mountain, and then to the moment when Ji Yuan began to derive the law and write, more than three months had actually passed in the Jiufeng Cave Heaven under Jiufeng Mountain.
In the deep mountains shrouded in clouds and mist, several people are struggling to travel through the mountains. They started their trek three months ago and have been advancing for a month and a half. They have experienced many hardships and dangers, and passed through poor mountains and bad waters. Today they are exhausted and have reached their physical and mental limits.
Several people in the team were young people, or teenagers, and there were even shorter children. They were walking in a pile of rocks covered with moss in the mountains. Although they were very careful, some of them still slipped due to lack of physical strength and energy.
"Ouch..." "Bang..."
The boy who slipped had his arms and feet cut and bleeding.
"Wow... Why are we here? Why are we here? I'm not leaving. I'm not leaving!"
"No, I can't..."
"I can't do it anymore. I won't leave. I don't want to look for it anymore..."
Walking in front was a young man carrying a bundle of hemp ropes on his back. He was also panting, and felt that the bundle of hemp ropes was like pieces of pig iron, weighing him down to the point of suffocation.
"Pah..."
The hemp rope was thrown to the ground, and the young man in the front sat on it, wiping his tears secretly. Many people cried during this period of time, and this was just one of them, and it was also the saddest one.
"Aze, let's go back, shall we?"
"I want to go back too, I want to go home!"
The young man sitting on the hemp rope covered his face with his hands, tears seeping out from between his fingers. He listened to his companions' constant pleading, but he just remained silent. After a long time, the young man spoke again with a slightly choked voice.
"No, no home... We will have no home even if we go back..."
"Well, we don't need to go so deep into the mountains. We... we can just hide outside for a while..."
The young man wiped away his tears, stood up, shook his head, and turned to look into the misty distance.
"No! We have to go inside, into the Qingtian Mountain. We have to find the Qingtian Immortal Mountain. My grandfather said that at the easternmost end of the Qingtian Mountains, there is a peak that pierces the sky. That is where the heaven is. Find, wow, if we can find the immortal, my parents and my grandfather can come back to life!"