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Volume 1, Yancunzheng, Chapter 12: A piece of bluestone anchors the mountain village

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    The old man in the village said that ten years ago, there was a night of thunder and lightning, a flash flood, and even a mudslide. At this moment, a huge stone fell from the sky and smashed the head of the mudslide. It was this bluestone that saved the lives of the villagers.  .  The big bluestone is backed by a locust tree. The canopy of the locust tree is extremely stretched, covering the entire bluestone. When the sun rises, there happens to be a shade of tree that the sun cannot reach, and Zibaifeng is there.  I always sit here, recite poetry and books, and don't go back until sunset.  Over a long period of time, there is a piece of bluestone that has been polished extremely smooth. If it were not for the thick accumulation of that son, Baifeng, there would not be the thin hair of this son, Baifeng.  However, since Zi Baifeng went to the academy in the city, he has rarely come here, and this is the first time he has come here after the academy examination.  ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????OUT???  There is spiritual energy in heaven and earth, but it is hard to see when it escapes.  Because of the porcelain pieces burning like blue flames between his eyebrows, Zi Baifeng had a pair of eyes that could see spiritual energy, but he could not see the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, because spiritual energy was indifferent and needed special concentration to be seen.  For example, Benmashi, who was infected by many people's wish to return home, and Yan Laowu, the elder of the clan. In addition, even Uncle Zhuzhu and his own father never had that shining spiritual light, but now, Zi Baifeng has  Saw it here again.  It¡¯s that big bluestone¡ªa bluestone the size of half a house, shrouded in a light that¡¯s so rich it¡¯s almost like substance.  It is actually not accurate to say it is light. It should be said to be a glowing spiritual energy flow.  The huge bluestone is like a breathing turtle, surging with every breath.  It's like a beating heart, opening and contracting, and the spiritual energy is flowing like blood.  If the running horse stone is used in terms of levels, it should be in the early stage of the first level of monsters "in the ink mark". The difference between it and the ordinary stone is that it has absorbed the obsessions of many people and exists in the body. These auras and obsessions  Compared with the aura produced by the Demon Raising Art, thoughts are not magical and cannot drive it to act. However, after being enlightened by Zibaifeng's Demon Raising Art, it is like lighting a candle with a match. All the gathered aura and  The obsession was detonated, and finally turned into a galloping horse, venting all the spiritual energy in an instant.  Although it looks extremely magical, in fact, the magic is the Demon Raising Art, not the Running Horse Stone. It only acts according to the purpose given by the Demon Raising Art. It has no sanity of its own at all, and it has never become a real demon.  The bluestone in front of me looks like bluestone, feels like bluestone, and bites like bluestone. However, this bluestone has actually become a demon. Looking at the amount of spiritual energy that is being breathed out, it has at least reached the third realm, the realm of breathing out spiritual energy.  !  The little stone's eyes widened, and it looked at Zi Baifeng touching, smelling, and biting the big stone in front of him. He couldn't help but take a bite too - and almost knocked off his teeth.  There was only one thought in his mind: "Oh no, I was beaten stupid by Uncle Zhuzhu!" Zi Baifeng took another step back, looked at the big bluestone in front of him, and couldn't help laughing.  This smile immediately caused waves of roars. The mountains were laughing, the ground was laughing, and the creek was laughing, but the most important thing was that the rocks in front of me were laughing.  Zi Baifeng suddenly understood what was responding to him when he burst out laughing at Benma Stone.  That¡¯s it!  It's this big rock!  It¡¯s this big bluestone that accompanies me day and night!  It's laughing, and the smile is back! ?? Bursts of laughter emanated from the big bluestone, shaking the earth, the mountains, the streams, the air, and even the clouds in the sky.  "Who is laughing?" In the mountain village and in the school, a person couldn't help but poke his head out, touch his forehead, and look around in confusion. Such a loud laughter, what a good thing has happened?  "Brother what are you laughing at?" Xiao Shitou was extremely confused, "This big stone why is it laughing too? Could it be" Before the word "monster" came out of his mouth, Zi Baifeng said quickly: "No,  This is an echo." Zi Baifeng took two steps back, pointed at the stone and said, "Look, this stone is exactly in the shape of an arc, reflecting my laughter, and the surrounding peaks also form a circle.  The arc shape resonates with the mountain, so the sound becomes so loud, Xiao Shitou, I tell you, this is called science. "What is science?" Xiao Shitou was confused.  "Of course not." Zi Baifeng held Xiao Shitou and told him about the principle of echo. Xiao Shitou listened with interest, nodded repeatedly, and was fascinated by "science".  Zi Baifeng here talks about science, but what he thinks in his head is completely unscientific.?Things.  He was looking and feeling, and wanted to know how this big bluestone became a demon.  A big bluestone has no special shape. It is not on a lonely cliff, not in the deep sea, and not in a beautiful place. It is just an ordinary big stone. Why has it become a monster?  Seeing that Zi Baifeng was in a trance again, Xiao Shitou opened the wooden box, took out a small wooden bucket, ran to the stream, held up his buttocks and fetched a bucket of water, handed it to Zi Baifeng, and said: "Brother, you  Practice calligraphy." "Yes, practice calligraphy!" Zi Baofeng suddenly slapped his hand.  This stone, this stream, this locust tree, has no eyes, no ears. If there is no "Monster Raising Technique", if the monster wants to become a monster, it can only accumulate over time and feel the aura of heaven and earth or the obsession of human beings.  But this is not a beautiful place. There is no love from heaven and earth, no people coming and going. All that can be felt is Zi Baifeng.  Under the same circumstances, why did Da Qingshi become a demon?  ??In the final analysis, the crux of the problem lies in Zi Baifeng's "words".  Every day I get wet with water and write on rocks. The rocks are tough and have no feeling, but the water gradually penetrates into the hearts of the rocks.  In addition, there is sunlight. The sunlight takes away the water, but it also leaves traces of water, which remain on the bluestone, repeated every day, day after day.  Over time, countless "opportunities" have been artificially accumulated for this bluestone. This is why Zi Baifeng unintentionally "transformed one yuan into ink marks".  ¡°Ten years of spring and autumn, ten years of cold windows, one person and one stone, in this way, we continue to make progress.  And when the stone slowly passed through the first and second realms, and entered the third realm, the bluestone began to spontaneously breathe out spiritual energy, and Zi Baifeng was bathed in this spiritual energy all day long, without knowing it.  His mind was nourished by spiritual energy, so over the years, Zi Baifeng was in good health and free from illness and disaster.  Occasionally resting on the big rocks, I have never been exposed to wind, cold, rain or dew, and I have more energy and time to study.  All this is because of this big bluestone.  I counted it carefully, but I don't know if it was Zi Baifeng that made the big green stone, or the Daqingshi, which made Zibaifeng.  "Thank you, Uncle Qingshi." Zi Baifeng patted the bluestone gently, feeling as gentle as jade.  Qingshi has been around for who knows how many years, but it doesn't hurt Zi Baifeng to call him uncle.  Then he turned around and picked up a locust tree branch that had fallen on the ground, dipped it in water, silently learned the secret of "unification", and started writing.  "Twelve Techniques for Raising Demons" Zi Baifeng understood the six techniques, but Zi Baifeng himself was only a mortal. Because his spiritual energy was thin, the only one he could really use now was this technique.  As the lines of writing spread on the bluestone, Zi Baifeng's wisdom flowed out, and bits and pieces of spiritual energy also flowed from the blue stone into Zi Baifeng's body.  The spiritual energy that had been depleted due to the previous infusion into the galloping horse stone gradually filled up again.  When Zi Baifeng filled up the entire front of the bluestone, he felt a strange bulging feeling, as if something was about to burst out of his body.  Zi Baifeng had heard many legends about monsters before, but he had never heard of it. It turns out that the symbiosis between humans and monsters can have so many benefits.  But he had never heard that monsters could be raised in this way.  Human beings themselves will produce all kinds of wisdom, but monsters themselves will produce spiritual energy. Human beings give their wisdom and obtain spiritual energy. Such harmony seems to be natural.  Since bluestone has such good effects, Zi Baifeng began to think about how to let other people enjoy such benefits.  He turned around and saw that Xiao Shitou had taken off his pants, carrying a small wooden bucket, and was catching fish and shrimp in the creek. He was not far from Qingshi, and a trace of spiritual energy was immersed in Xiao Shitou's body.  Although the weather is getting hotter, the stream is cold. In the past, if the little stone stood in it for a while, it would climb up with grinning teeth. Now, it is true that even after playing for a long time, it does not feel cold.  Zi Bai Feng couldn¡¯t help but think of the wrinkles on his father¡¯s forehead, the fishtails at the corners of his eyes and the white hair on his head.  It would be great if Uncle Qingshi could be moved to his own yard.  Must be able to find a way to help Dad to raise a monster.  ¡°But dad has so many prejudices against monsters, which is really troublesome.  Perhaps it was because he was nourished by the spiritual energy that Zi Baifeng's face swelled before noon. He went home and had lunch, and then wandered into the office in the afternoon to prepare for defecation. No, he was working hard to get stronger.  Xiao Shitouben also followed, but was soon smeared away by all kinds of moldy documents.  The smell of moldy parchment, tsk tsk But Zi Baifeng couldn't escape. He opened the documents one by one, spread them out on the table, and began to check them.  At this moment, Zi Baifeng misses the paperless life of his previous life very much.Mr.  He soon discovered that it didn't matter if he didn't have it. He had a photographic memory. He would glance at it quickly and memorize it again, as if it was imprinted in his mind.  It¡¯s so convenient, I¡¯m really a genius!  Zi Baifeng is so proud.  However, he soon discovered that although his memory was good, his analysis and calculation abilities were nothing special. Even if he remembered it, he had to think about it again to truly understand the meaning, and those numbers were not  His simple mental arithmetic could handle it. After understanding this, Zi Baifeng could only sigh and obediently began to excerpt, summarize, organize and annotate.  What are you doing? This is obviously a hardworking little Muramasa!
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