Xiuxian: The Beginning Starts with the Drug Boy

Chapter 577: heavy stone pen holder

Chapter 577 Heavy Stone Pen Holder

Earthly Building, Backyard.

In a wooden house.

Cheng Liu sat cross-legged on the futon with his eyes closed, as if he was meditating.

Not far from him, on a desk, Cheng Wenxin was writing on the straw paper with his head buried in the desk.

No thinking, only the tip of the pen was flying, without a single pause, but the fine sweat oozing from the temples on his forehead was obviously not that simple!

shorten the distance!

You can see that the writing on the straw paper is clear and smooth, and the writing is like a god, as if he has already memorized the content of the writing. It is obvious that it is not once or twice.

After a long time!

Cheng Wenxin glanced cautiously at the Liu Patriarch on the futon not far away!

However, the flowing handwriting on the straw paper is still the same as before, flowing from the tip of the pen!

At this time.

A faint voice came.

"What's the use of writing more if the words are not straight-lined?"

"Ten thousand more times!"

This voice came from Cheng Liu who was sitting cross-legged on the futon.

Although he didn't open his eyes, and didn't specifically observe Cheng Wenxin, the entire wooden house was within the alert range of his consciousness.

Even if he is cultivating wholeheartedly, within the warning range, it will subconsciously appear in his heart.

This is Cheng Liu who has already forewarned his spiritual consciousness to the level of instinct.

So, a table, a chair, even a speck of dust in the wooden house will appear in his mind, not to mention Cheng Wenxin's small movements.

This is the scary thing about monks!

Hear this statement.

The pen on the desk paused, and Cheng Wen's heart turned cold for an instant. He never thought that he would receive such a big gift just by glancing at it, which would never happen in the past.

Could it be that the ancestor came, so he was so strict?

A big question mark emerged in his mind.

Although he didn't like this 'big gift' very much, he had no choice but to continue, otherwise the 'gift' would be even more important. He has a deep understanding of this!

Process flow doesn't want to try again.

Immediately, he responded with a bitter face, not daring to distract himself anymore.

In the wooden house in the backyard, this scene happened!

Walking in the backyard, the two of them, like a couple of gods, noticed it!

About this.

Cheng Buzheng had a smile in his starry eyes, but he didn't say much.

Obviously.

His previous teaching on Liu'er has been passed down, and it has been improved to a higher level and carried forward!

Although it is easy for monks to write the family rules 10,000 times, it is not so easy for the Cheng family to write 10,000 times.

Because, that brush is not made of ordinary wood, but made of heavy stone!

Although the heavy stone can barely be regarded as a spiritual material, it actually has no use value and cannot be used in various fairy arts such as refining weapons, but this stone has a characteristic, that is, it is very heavy!

But even if it is heavy, it cannot withstand the bombardment of a magic weapon.

Under one blow, even an object made of heavy stone will be bombarded into powder.

So, this kind of spiritual material is very tasteless.

Just like this writing brush, although it is only three inches long, it weighs as much as a boulder, which shows how heavy a heavy stone really is.

certainly.

There are many tasteless spiritual materials with the effect of heavy stones in the world of cultivating immortals.

At this time.

Murong Wanwan chuckled lightly and said:

"Husband, your tutor is quite strict!"

Obviously, she also discovered the texture of the brush in Cheng Wenxin's hand.

Heard the words.

Cheng Buzheng looked at Murong Wanwan with a solemn expression, shook his head and said:

"Wan'er, you are wrong!"

"What did the concubine say wrong?"

Murong Wanwan looked at Cheng Buzheng with some doubts.

"This is not only my tutor, but also your junior!"

Murong Wanwan was taken aback when she heard this, and then said softly:

"What the husband said is true, Wan'er knows it's wrong!"

While speaking, those tender eyes stared straight at Cheng Buzheng.

See here.

Cheng Buzheng, who could not stand it secretly, coughed a few times involuntarily.

"Cough...cough...!"

"Wan'er, let's go!"

Immediately.

Cheng Buzheng, who had an ordinary face, and Murong Wanwan, who was wearing a white veil, walked towards the bustling street.

Although Minghua Immortal City is a cultivator's Immortal City, it is not very different from ordinary mundane cities.

There are various shops in the city, and there are also many monks on both sides of the street, selling all kinds of spiritual food.

These monks all have one thing in common, their cultivation is at the beginning and middle stage of Qi training...

This is also a way of making a living for low-level monks in the world of cultivating immortals.

Because of this, these snacks contain very little spiritual power essence, but it is undeniable that these snacks are all spiritual things, and they taste very good.

There are fried monster meat, shrimp jelly, crab roe powder, spiritual fruit cake...

Along the way, Murong Wanwan was like a little girl, she would taste any spiritual food that she had never seen or eaten before.

About this.

Cheng Buzheng also smiled all the way, being a tool for paying Lingshi.

Occasionally.

Cheng Buzheng will also receive unexpected gains!

Such as, at this moment!

A sweet voice sounded in his ear.

"Husband, this shrimp jelly tastes very good, come and try it!"

At the same time, a silver spoon came to Cheng Buzheng's mouth.

Silver spoon filled with crystal-like jelly.

See here.

Cheng does not argue and does not spoil the fun!

Murong Wanwan saw Cheng Buzheng swallowed it with a smile on her face, then smiled sweetly, and walked to another small stall like an elf.

Only the tools who pay the bill are left in place.

Cheng Buzheng chuckled and shook his head!

The little monk who sold the shrimp jelly accepted the spirit stone in fear.

Along the way, most of the delicacies were eaten by Cheng Buzheng, but Murong Wanwan just tasted it and then fed it to Cheng Buzheng.

Regarding this, Cheng Buzheng couldn't laugh or cry.

After tasting many delicacies, Cheng Buzheng brought Murong Wanwan to the street stall area of Minghua Immortal City.

The two were walking and talking.

Suddenly.

Murong Wanwan's eyes lit up, and her mind fell on a jewelry booth in front of her.

The jewelry on the booth is no different from ordinary magic weapons, but the appearance of each magic weapon is very delicate.

Therefore, there are several female nuns in front of this booth, who are selecting.

It can be seen that although the craftsmen who forged these magical weapons may not have high attainments in crafting, they have an exquisite heart, which firmly grasps the thoughts of those female cultivators.

Cheng Buzheng saw Murong Wanwan's eyes, and he understood.

A mere magic weapon is not worth a few spirit stones.

It's not a big deal to coax them with these three melons and two dates!

In case Wan'er is happy, perhaps more can be unlocked tonight.

Thinking of this, Cheng Buzheng walked forward without hesitation.

The female cultivators who were being selected sensed the suffocating pressure, quickly put down the jewelry in their hands, stepped aside, and waited for Cheng Buzheng to choose.

Same.

The middle-aged beauty stall owner, seeing the ordinary-faced Cheng Buzheng, quickly stood up and saluted.

See here.

Cheng Buzheng let it go, indicating that there is no need to be polite.

He reached out and made a move.

A hosta with phoenix feathers hanging down flew into his palm.

Subsequent direct inquiry!

A middle-aged beautiful woman dare not open her mouth like a lion in front of a Jindan real person!

Because she had noticed a long time ago that the veiled female cultivator who came with this senior was also a Jindan Daoist.

Even if she knew that the price had been increased tenfold at this time, this Jindan real person would not refuse.

But the consequences of that...

She dare not bet!