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Volume 1, Chapter 230 of Yan Cunzheng: Just like the ancient world, everything is difficult

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    See the fastest update 230.¡¶¡·{Share it if you like it} This is not ink, it is a piece of black jade.  It is obviously black, but it seems to be crystal clear, and you can see the inside at a glance.  Holding it in his hand, Zi Baifeng felt that it was much firmer than all the inks he had ever used. Looking carefully, he found that the reason why it was so firm was because the toner in the ink was more delicate than other inks.  The toner is prepared and bonded using something similar to isinglass.  Of course, no one else needs to tell Zi Baifeng what that refreshing scent of osmanthus is.  "Ink has spirit, spiritual ink."  "We have nothing to do these days, so we made this." Zi Wu and Zijian looked at each other. The two of them cooperated tacitly. When making ink, Zijian gave a lot of help. Both of them consciously or unconsciously  Hiding it from Zi Baifeng, now it gave him a big surprise.  "There is a tung tree in our yard. I pressed the oil myself, collected the ink myself, and prepared about ten pieces of this ink. In fact, there are not many laurels used in it. Most of them are from the osmanthus flowers growing in our yard.  Flower juice, so it¡¯s just Guiqing ink. "This ink is very small, not much bigger than a thumb. It has an exquisite image of a laurel tree on it. The carving is exquisite. It is obviously the handiwork of my father - my father also said it just now.  , he carved the mold.  "In this Zhizheng courtyard, there are all kinds of trees in every corner. The tung tree is in the northwest, and there are a few more sweet-scented osmanthus trees in the courtyard.  No wonder Zi Baifeng saw Xiao Shitou climbing around on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree two days ago, and the tung tree in the backyard became bare at some point. He thought Xiao Shitou was naughty and planned to teach him a lesson.  It seems that Xiao Shitou also put in a lot of effort. While he was busy outside, the three of them worked together and did something amazing.  A tree of tung tree can produce one hundred kilograms of oil, and one hundred kilograms of oil will eventually become these ten small ingots of ink. Who knows the hard work involved?  "It's no wonder that several people are offering this Mo Xian to Zi Baifeng like a treasure. Of course they have the qualifications to show it off.  This time, Mrs. Wu was grinding the ink herself. After a while, the faint scent of osmanthus came out, and with it, there was a condensed and undissipated aura, the aura of laurel.  Smelling this aroma and absorbing this pure spiritual energy, Zi Baifeng couldn't help but recall all the past events, and an unspeakable arrogance grew in his heart.  It turns out that I have done so many amazing things!  He picked up his pen and sucked up the ink.  For many years, Zi Baifeng has been busy with official duties and has not practiced calligraphy for a long time. In particular, the official documents he reviews are all in regular script, and other things have not been written in calligraphy for a long time.  But after experiencing many things, Zi Baifeng felt that there was a madness in his heart and wanted to express it.  With one stroke, the wild cursive script appeared on the paper: "The young master's name is Huai Su".  ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????¡­  After two sentences, the next sentence suddenly burst into life in Baifeng's writing, "The fish flew out of the ink pond", and then, a vague murderous intention suddenly came out of the pen: "The sharp edge of the pen killed all the Zhongshan rabbits." ?????????????????????? Then, it¡¯s all done in one go, as if it was made in heaven.  "The weather is cold in August and September, and drunkards" At this moment, there was a snap, and a pen fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.  Zi Baifeng's writing was interrupted. He looked at the dry handwriting and shook his head. It was not only the handwriting that was dry, but also his writing.  Zi Baifeng turned around and looked over. Little Shitou was holding a pen washer. Next to Zi Baifeng, he stared with wide eyes and tiptoes. This little guy was ignorant and unskilled. He was curious about everything and insisted on looking at Zi Baifeng.  Write something in the wind.  At this time, he staggered back a few steps, his face turned pale with fright, and the pen in his hand fell to the ground.  "II didn't mean it" Seeing Zi Baifeng turn his head suddenly, Xiao Shitou was so frightened that he shook his head repeatedly. It seemed that suddenly, he was back to more than a year ago, when Xiao Shitou met Zi Baifeng,  It's like when a mouse meets a cat.  Zi Baifeng saw that there was fear on the faces of Zijian and Zi Wu, and immediately realized that it was because of the two sentences "The fish flew out of the ink pond, and the brushstrokes killed all the rabbits in Zhongshan".  Last time, Zi Baifeng and Dao Chi used these two sentences as a guide for their sword fight. Without realizing it, he had already aroused the sword skills and killing intent that had been dormant for a long time in his body, not to mention the little stone.  Even Zijian and Ziwu were frightened.  "I'm sorry, I didn't scare you, Xiao Shitou!" Zi Baifeng quickly dropped the pen in his hand and stepped forward to comfort Xiao Shitou. If such a murderous aura really scared Xiao Shitou into sending troops, it would be troublesome.  "It's okay, I'm just fascinated by it." The little stone is the little stone.? In the blink of an eye, he forgot the fear just now, grabbed Zi Baifeng's hand, and said: "Brother, you were so powerful just now! What is that?" What is it?  Is it the way of the sword?  Is it the intention of the writing?  Is it calligraphy?  then what?  Zi Baifeng didn¡¯t know. Anyway, he was in no mood to continue. His broken mind could no longer pick up.  But he is just a little bit regretful, there will always be a chance to write down everything in his heart.  There were only five sentences and two words in a poem. Zi Baifeng couldn't continue writing, so he didn't force it any more. He brushed it all aside and said to Zi Wu, "Mother, this ink is amazing!"  Two words is the best evaluation.  Ziwu and Zijian looked at each other and said, "This kind of Guiqing ink is top quality. There is another kind of ink, which is just ordinary osmanthus. It's called Guimo. You can try it again."  The pearls and jade in front were just ordinary osmanthus, but it made Zi Baifeng lose his energy. However, after trying it, he was surprised. The feeling when writing was almost the same as that of Gui Qingmo. The only thing missing was that  It's just the spiritual energy that condenses but never disperses.  ¡°Mom, your ink-making skills are amazing!¡± What else could Zi Baifeng say?  Thumbs up decisively!  "How does it compare with those three high-grade inks?" Ziwu asked again.  "It's more than a thousand miles away." Zi Baifeng said. Maybe these three major ink dealers have higher-end ink, but even if they do, Zi Baifeng feels that it can't compare with his mother's Gui Mo. The most amazing thing is that it is among the brothers.  .  What¡¯s more, he still has the unique Gui Qingmo in his hand?  "Then do you think our ink-making business is feasible?" Zi Wu asked again.  "Of course we can!" Zi Baifeng nodded repeatedly, and there is no doubt that they are not taking an ordinary product route, but an absolutely high-end premium gift route.  "That's good." After receiving Zi Baifeng's affirmation, Zi Wu was overjoyed. In her mind, her son was the most powerful person in the world. If he said he could do it, he would definitely be able to do it.  "It would be great if there was another one that was lower than this Guimo." Zi Baifeng said. Guimo's level is probably only focused on the gift market. Ordinary people are absolutely reluctant to use it. Even in this gift market,  It is definitely the most high-end gift market.  Gui Qingmo, on the other hand, is at the level of a treasure. It is definitely a store treasure. It is only given away and not sold.  It would be great if there was another kind of ink that was a little more advanced than the top products of the three major ink dealers and had a larger output.  It should be noted that these three kinds of high-quality ink from the three major ink dealers are originally targeted at the high-end gift market. When Zi Baifeng bought them back, every inch of ink was worth a lot of money.  As for the low-end market, Zi Baifeng has no intention of considering it at all. As a saying goes, luxury goods are necessities.  "Well, that's simple. Just reduce one or two steps and that's it." Zi Wu was confident and had obviously thought about it many times.  Zi Baifeng still felt a little regretful and said: "It would be great if there was another kind of ink made entirely of laurel" Zi Baifeng said.  Zijian and Ziwu looked at each other with dumbfounded expressions.  "What's wrong? Did you really make this kind of ink? Are you planning to surprise me? Take it out, take it out!" Zi Baifeng jumped anxiously.  Zijian said helplessly: "We did make a piece of ink like this, but now we don't know where it went." "I don't know where it went?" Zi Baifeng was suddenly shocked, "Did someone steal it?  ¡± This is my own territory, how can anyone steal from my territory?  "I ran away." Zijian smiled bitterly.  "How could" Zi Baifeng was speechless.  This "how could it be" doesn't mean surprise, but helplessness.  Because this kind of thing has happened many times when we were in Mengcheng.  After Zi Baifeng's Demon Raising Technique advanced to the third level of "Making Sky Light", the aura of the Demon Raising Technique will be radiated outward all the time. He cannot control it at first, causing many things around him to become demons involuntarily, such as  The clothes on my body suddenly started to move on their own. For example, I woke up in the middle of the night and found that my bed had gone outside by itself - now there is a violent bed running rampant in the mountains of Mengcheng.  The most exaggerated thing is that as soon as Mrs. Wu handed a steamed bun to Zi Baifeng's hand, the steamed bun turned into a monster. This steamed bun especially liked to stay with other steamed buns. Every time Zi Baifeng and others were eating,  , you have to pick and choose first, pick it out.  However, one day Zi Baifeng found that the steamed bun was missing. Xiao Shitou thought that someone had eaten it by mistake, and he was sad for several days.  However, as ZibaifengWith one's own control over the Demon Raising Art, this kind of thing becomes less and less common, and it has never happened even once in the past few days.  ¡°Probably the spiritual energy is too abundant, and it is the purest and softest spiritual energy. A little bit of Baifeng¡¯s demon-raising technique turned him into a demon.  "Forget it, if it's too perfect, it's not beautiful." Zi Baifeng shook his head and stopped worrying about it.  As for the ink demon, since it ran away, let's run away. Just like the steamed bun demon, it probably has its own fate.  Everyone was an open-minded person, so they turned around and didn't think about it. Zi Wu put away some of Zi Baifeng's calligraphy paintings and said, "I'll go hang out the calligraphy paintings my son used to test his ink. By then my Guimoxuan will open."  When the time comes, I hang it out as a store treasure." Zi Baifeng laughed, and his mother even named the store.  "Leave that scroll to me." Zi Baifeng pointed to the fragment of the scroll with only five and a half sentences written, "It would be unsightly to leave the fragment out." But he was thinking in his heart that one day  To complete it.  In Zi Baifeng¡¯s heart, he pursues perfection after all.  Previous Chapter Return to Table of Contents Next Chapter
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