Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 520 It's About Weiyang's Pen

Lin Su said: "Some things are related to the holy way, and no one in the secular world can know. I have always wanted to ask someone from the holy family."

"As far as the old man knows, during this period of time, at least four or five representatives of the Holy Family have gone to Haining. Why are you looking far away?"

Lin Sudao: "To tell you the truth, the relationship between me and the Holy Family is quite delicate. Some people, I dare not confide in them..."

Elder Jia stared at him for a long time: "You and the old man only met at a certain point, and you didn't even finish the wine at that time. Are you sure we can have a heart-to-heart relationship?"

"That meeting was in the elder's literary circle!" Lin Su said, "The elder can open the literary world to me, so why can't I open my heart to the elder?"

……

There is a thatched hut in the back of the farmhouse, and in front of the hut, a stream runs, a bamboo chair with herbal tea, and a village girl sitting under the moon.

This village girl looks very ordinary, with dark skin, large pores, and thin yellow hair. She is a passerby on the street, and she is the kind that would never violate any farmhouse.

Her hands were also very rough, and her feet were even stained with mud.

Only her eyes are extremely agile, but they still have the true colors of a village girl.

She looked at the sky quietly, and suddenly picked up a pair of scissors beside her.

"When will the moon be there, ask Qingtian about the wine..."

The scissors in her hand cut the void, and a bright moon rose from her hand...

"I don't know the palace in the sky, what year it was..."

The scissors in her hand cut nine times in a row, and a row of palaces appeared under the bright moon...

"Dancing clear shadow, like in the world?……"

Countless figures appeared in the palace, dancing lightly...

"Turn to Zhuge, Low Qihu..."

The palace was full of layers, and there was a soft sound, like a heavy object falling to the ground. In the barren hills in front of her, a real scene of heaven and earth appeared. This is not a phantom, but a real scene. Scissors, cut out a new world in a moment.

"May it last forever..."

The scissors in her hand opened, but it was too late to cut...

In the palace, a maid walked up to her and held up a cup of tea: "Master, let's have a cup of tea, don't be too sad."

The village girl took her tea and drank it in one gulp.

The maid in front of her had a painful face, as if she was struggling to support herself...

After supporting for a moment, the maid exploded, and the palace in front of her was also crumbling...

The village girl slowly raised her head: "A strange word triggered an inspiration. I feel that I have touched that level, but I still can't really break through... What am I missing?"

The door of the thatched hut slowly opened, and an old man appeared in front of her: "You have never experienced joys and sorrows, how can you know separation and reunion? You have never left home, how can you know the deep meaning of a thousand miles away?"

"Master, what do you mean... I have to leave home?"

"Go, go through the world and experience the real world. Only your real world can be the real real world!"

If someone with a high level of literary knowledge is here, they will be dumbfounded.

The literary world is not played like this. The ordinary people's literary world is just a domain world, which is illusory. It is the pinnacle of being able to blend with reality.

However, there is a literary world that only exists in legends, called "true world". What is the real world?Everything in the literary world is true.

Food can satisfy hunger, water can quench thirst, gold can be used, and people have flesh and blood and life...

At this stage, it is a great fortune, and it is the means of a saint.

……

In the literary world of Sanwu elders, two women were eating bacon there.

Elder San Wu and Lin Su were walking in the fields.

The bright moon is in the sky, I don't know if it is really an illusion.

The seedlings are on the ground, lush and green.

Elder Jia said a lot...

Mr. Lin, you came here today. I know you are looking into the bottom of the Holy Family. Actually, there is no need to do so. The Holy Family is just a secular family. It doesn’t matter whether they treat you good or bad, evil or honest. What matters is the temple.

It's actually very simple for you to enter the temple, you can enter by borrowing any one's Tongtian Dao.

However, you must know one thing.

Why didn't you get the temple's special move in the early stage?
It is said that your capital is enough, even if it is reduced by [-]%, it is still enough, but you did not get the special move, what is the root cause?
In the seventeenth house of the temple, more than half have opinions on you.

which palaces?
The Palace of Painting and the Palace of Poetry are the leaders!
Your existence makes the Holy Family of Painter and the Holy Family of Poet lose face, and the Palace of Painting and Palace of Poetry also become a laughing stock.

Don't believe that if you have talent, you will definitely stand out. Today, when the seventeen houses of the temple are juxtaposed, the situation is actually very delicate. If one house firmly stands up and firmly opposes you entering the temple, what can the other houses do?There is no point in offending the two palaces to death for you alone.

Of course, this matter can be broken at the bottom.

You can find a certain holy family and use his power to ascend to the sky in one step. There will be no objection from any palace in the temple, because this is a privilege given to the holy family by the temple. As long as the quota is not exhausted, you can do it at any time. use.

However, if you enter the temple in this way, your status is not comparable to that of the special recruits. The special recruits are invited by the temple. In this way, you apply on your own initiative. The status of the special recruits is much higher. This kind of voluntary application The status of those who are not, the status is low, can only be the lowest level of "temple walking", and if there are no special circumstances, they will always be a low-level "walking" in the future.

It doesn’t matter if it falls on others, entering the temple is the glory of a hundred generations, but you are different, you are a person with mixed reputation, those who love you are true love, and those who hate you are also true hate, you have enemies in the temple .

What do you do when those people suppress you?
Therefore, I suggest that you don't want to enter the temple for the time being, you need to continue to accumulate and wait for a new opportunity.

When the other great holy families tried their best to hope that Lin Su could enter the temple through their "Tao Tian Dao", Elder Jia gave him a completely different suggestion from other members of the holy family: don't enter the temple!
"What kind of new opportunity?" Lin Su said.

"An absolute high-ranking member of the temple has issued a solicitation for you. You have to believe that with your ability, this day will come sooner or later!" Elder Jia said: "If you can be granted the qualification of 'frequently going' by him, you can enter the temple." , is really a map of Pingchuan.”

The difference between walking and regular walking is one word, and the status is very different.

Walking is just a pawn, walking often, but being equal to the elders of the sect, that is the real step to the sky.

Lin Su thought for a moment: "Thank you, Elder, I listen to you... There is another thing I want to ask you."

"you say!"

"Do you know Weiyang pen?"

Elder Jia suddenly stopped and stared at Lin Su in surprise: "Why did you suddenly ask this question? This question is really taboo."

"When I wrote "Manjianghong", the temple gave Weiyang a pen."

"What?" Elder Jia's whole body was shaken, and he was completely out of shape...

Lin Su's heart was beating wildly, what's going on?

Wei Yang wrote that he expected it to be extraordinary, but the shock of this elder seems to be too great...

"Weiyang pen, Weiyang pen, it's actually in your hand..."

The elder turned his back to the sky, his chest rose and fell sharply, and finally talked about the Weiyang brush...

Weiyang brush is a peerless holy weapon!
It is even the most terrifying weapon of the human race!
The one from the Three Heavens... the one who killed the Dragon Lord with this pen, expelled the water tribe, made an agreement with the sea of ​​​​humans, and killed hundreds of millions of demon soldiers are just a small chapter in the eternal legend of this pen.

The deep connection between this pen and that person is the most amazing thing about it...

Ordinary people are not allowed to call holy names, so when Elder Jia talked about this, he used a lot of "that"...

Lin Su connected all these together and learned the true secret of the Holy Way.

Weiyang pen is the sacred weapon of the soldier.

The reason why Bing Sheng is at odds with other saints is almost the same as the civil and military confrontation in the world. Bing Sheng is decisive in killing and suppressing demons, monsters, and aliens with an iron fist. Over time, the reputation of Bing Sheng has been established. However, the world saint Dao is more than just the way of war. The struggle for the Holy Dao is far more cruel than the secular struggle for power.

Bing Sheng gradually marginalized.

In a foreign war, Bing Sheng missed.

Some say he has died.

Some people say that he was sealed by heaven.

Some people also said that he lost his way back in Tianwaitian.

The secrets of saints, even in the temple, are secrets. No one knows what the real situation is like.

However, there is one thing that can be confirmed, and that is the Weiyang pen.

The Weiyang pen is there, and the Bingsheng is there.

Weiyang's pen is injured, and the soldier's saint will be injured.

Elder Jia shifted his eyes to Lin Su: "Weiyang brush, is it complete?"

"When I first got the Weiyang brush, it was just a bald brush without a single hair!" Lin Su asked truthfully.

Elder Jia's face was as frosty as frost: "As expected..."

There is no hair on Weiyang's pen, which means that even if Bing Sheng is not lost, he must be in a dead end.

Lin Su said: "If... I say it is if, if this Weiyang pen is restored, can Bing... that one also be restored?"

"No! The pen is second, that one is the main one, that one recovers, the pen recovers itself, the pen recovers with great supernatural powers, and that one can't recover, unless..." His voice stopped abruptly.

"Unless what?"

"Unless two major difficulties are met, one is to restore Weiyang's pen with great supernatural powers, and the other is to find 'Ye Mo' and let the pen be stained with Ye Mo! But this is impossible, impossible!" Elder Jia shook his head again and again .

Night ink?

What is night ink?
Elder Jia said word by word: "Yemo, it was...that [-] black silk that turned into it! He boiled all the [-] black silk for the human race, and the black silk turned into [-] drops of Yemo. Now, his black hair is no longer, and he has fallen into Dead end, where does Yemo come from?"

Lin Su's heart skipped a beat...

A peerless saint, in a long time span, killed all directions for the human race, and his power shook the world. Who knew that this weapon of killing enemies was boiled out of hair?
He has exhausted [-] black hairs, and his body is full of frost, what is the result?
The status of a soldier saint ranks last among all saints.

Binggong has been removed from the temple.

In the world, it is not known whether there are military strategists.

Only a bald pen, full of scars!

When he wrote "Manjianghong" that day, this pen came into his hands, who gave it to him?Why did you send this Weiyang pen to him?What do you want him to do?

Thousands of thoughts flowed through Lin Su's heart...

Elder Jia smiled softly: "The things we talked about today are really wild, let's not talk about this, go back to the bar, after drinking, I will send you to the farmhouse. If you are a poet, you are welcome to scribble anytime and anywhere."

Lin Su smiled: "It's been a while since I came out, I have to go home, next time you come to Haining, I will give you a gift."

"What gift? Let's talk about it first, below the Baiyun side of Baitan, it's not called a gift..."

Lin Su glanced at him: "Elder, aren't you afraid that your name will be changed to Sanyou? Are you greedy, curious, and philistine?"

Hahahaha, Elder Jia laughed loudly: "Even if you have these, you can still be satisfied. What are you afraid of?...Can you bring some with you? Give me some for money."

His hand stretches out.

Lin Su casually put a storage bag in his palm...

Wait, what do you mean by making money?
Elder Jia smiled mysteriously: "The Taoist family has a Daoxi seal for a moment, and although there are only some pots and pans in the farmhouse, they are not just decorations..."

……

Still under the bright moon.

But it is the back mountain of the farm.

Zhang Yiyu, Caizhulian, and Lin Su stood side by side in front of a thatched hut. Elder Jia entered the hut and took out...a chamber pot!
Lin Su knew it wasn't a chamber pot, but he couldn't hold back his past knowledge—this thing really looked very similar to a chamber pot.

Both Caizhulian and Zhang Yiyu's eyes were wide open. They were well-bred people, and they knew where this place was. They looked at the chamber pot, and although they had toothache expressions, they just didn't say a word.

"Come on, get in!" Elder Jia issued a warm invitation.

The three looked at each other.

"If you don't drill, that's forcing the old man to play hard..." The elder turned over the chamber pot, and the three of Lin Su felt that the sky was dark and the earth was dark. In the dim space, the voice of the elder came: "Warning you, you are not allowed to look like a holy vessel." , post any comments!"

Depend on!
He clearly knew that the sacred vessel looked like a chamber pot...

He forbids others to tell!
The half of the water under Lin Su's feet was turbulent, carrying them towards the spout of the pot.

Whoa!
A stream of rapids rushed down, the bright moon reappeared, the three of them raised their heads, and a huge spout disappeared into the sky.

The vast sea was already under their feet.

"Xihai!" Cai Zhulian cheered, and under her feet was the big Cang Xihai she was familiar with.

They entered and exited from the mouth of the pot. In just a short moment, they crossed [-] miles, half of the Daqing Kingdom, the entire Dachuan Kingdom, and the mysterious Yandang Mountain.

This is the power of the holy weapon.

The Daosheng family has a Daoxie, and the Nongsheng family has this jar. Although it is too long to say, it only takes a moment to pass a hundred thousand miles!

Zhang Yiyu took a long breath: "What's the smell inside? I've been holding my breath and dare not smell it."

"It's as if I dare to smell it." Cai Zhulian glared at her: "I held my breath earlier than you did, that night... as soon as the pot was taken out, I held it."

The expression on Lin Su's face was so unremarkable, he wouldn't tell them if he was killed, and he didn't smell it, but he saw it, his thousand-degree pupil saw the water in the pot, the water color was light yellow, Quite wrong.

Zhang Yiyu took a breath of the fresh sea breeze from the West Sea, and was suddenly taken aback: "Is the West Sea the destination you set?"

His gaze shot to Lin Su.

Caizhulian followed closely with her wonderful eyes: "Yes, what is the plan?"

(End of this chapter)