Raising the Demon

Chapter 226
This is not ink, but a piece of ink jade.

It is obviously black, but it seems to be crystal clear, and the inside can be seen 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, 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 with something similar to isinglass.Of course, Zi Baifeng knows what that refreshing sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance is without anyone telling him what it is.

Mo has spirit, spirit ink.

"We have nothing to do these few days, so we did this." Zi Wu and Zi Jian looked at each other. The two cooperated tacitly. When making ink, Zi Jian gave him a lot of help. Keeping it from Zi Baifeng, it gave him a big surprise now.

"There is a tung tree in our yard. I squeezed the oil and collected the ink myself, and made about ten pieces of this ink by myself. In fact, there are not many laurel in it, and most of them are from the sweet-scented osmanthus that grows in our yard. Flower juice, so it’s just Gui Qingmo.”

The ink is very small, not much bigger than a thumb, and it has a delicate image of a laurel tree in the Moon Palace. It is exquisitely carved, and it is obviously the handwriting of the old man - as the old man said just now, he carved the mold.

In this Zhizheng courtyard, there are all kinds of trees in the corners. The tung tree is in the northwest, and there are a few more sweet-scented osmanthus trees in the yard.

No wonder Zi Baifeng saw Xiao Shitou crawling around on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree two days ago, and the tung tree in the backyard became bare at some point, thought Xiao Shitou was naughty, and planned to teach him a lesson.

It seems that Xiao Shitou has also put in a lot of effort. When he was busy outside, the three of them cooperated and did a remarkable thing.

A tung tree can produce one hundred catties of oil, and one hundred catties of oil will eventually become these ten ingots of small ink. Who knows the hard work in the process?
It's no wonder that several people are offering treasures, showing off Mo Xian to Zi Baifeng, of course they have the qualifications to show off.

This time Mrs. Wu personally grinds the ink, and after a short while, the faint fragrance of osmanthus radiates out, and with it, there is also that condensed and undissipated aura, the aura of laurel.

Smelling this fragrance and absorbing this pure aura, Zi Baifeng couldn't help recalling the past, and an unspeakable madness grew in his heart.

It turns out that Lao Tzu has already done so many amazing things!

He picked up the 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, especially the official documents for review are all in regular script, and he has not written ink for a long time.But after going through many things, Zi Baifeng at this time felt that there was a madness in his heart, and he wanted to express it.

With one stroke, the wild cursive script is vividly written on the paper: "Young Master Huai Su".

Before the strokes of the pen were scattered and the ink was exhausted, after Zi Baifeng added the pen, he wrote it again: "Cursive script is called unique in the world".Two sentences later, the next sentence in Bai Feng's pen suddenly came alive, "The ink pond flies out of Beiming fish", and then, a vague murderous intent suddenly came out of the pen: "The pen kills all Zhongshan rabbits".

And then, it was done in one go, just like nature.

"August and September are cold, alcoholics..." At this moment, a pen washer fell to the ground and shattered.

Zi Baifeng's brushwork was interrupted, looking at the dry handwriting, he shook his head immediately, not only the dry handwriting, but also his brushwork.

Zi Baifeng turned around and looked over, the little stone was holding a brush washer, beside Zi Baifeng, standing on tiptoe with wide-eyed eyes watching, this little guy is ignorant, he is curious about everything, he insists on looking at Zi Baifeng What does the wind write.

At this time, he staggered back a few steps, his little face turned pale with fright, and the brush washer in his hand fell to the ground.

"I... I didn't do it on purpose..." Seeing Zi Baifeng turn his head suddenly, Xiao Shitou shook his head in fright, as if suddenly, he went back to more than a year ago, when Xiao Shitou saw Zi Baifeng, Like when a mouse meets a cat.

Zi Baifeng saw that Zijian and Ziwu's faces were also frightened, and immediately realized that it was because of the two sentences "the ink pond flies out of Beiming fish, and the stroke of the pen kills all the Zhongshan rabbits".

The last time Zi Baifeng and Dao Chi fought with Dao of the Sword, he used these two sentences as a guide. He inadvertently aroused the Dao of Dao and killing intent that had been dormant in his body for a long time, not to mention the little stone. Even Zijian and Ziwu were frightened.

"I'm sorry, I didn't scare you, little stone!" Zi Baifeng quickly dropped the pen in his hand, and stepped forward to appease the little stone. With such a murderous aura, if he really scared the little stone out of the army, it would be troublesome.

"It's okay, I'm just fascinated." Little Shitou is just like Xiaoshi, and he forgot the fear just now, grabbed Zi Baifeng's hand, and said: "Brother, you were so amazing just now! What is that?"

What is it?
Is it Dao of the Sword?Is it the meaning of the pen?Is it calligraphy?what is this else?
Zi Baifeng didn't know, anyway, now he was not in the mood to continue, and he couldn't pick up the interrupted chest anymore.

But he is just a little bit regretful, there will always be a chance to write down everything in his chest.

There were only five lines and two characters in a poem, but Zi Baifeng couldn't write it down, and he didn't force it anymore. He put all these aside, and said to Zi Wu: "Mother, this ink is gone!"

Absolutely two words, is the best evaluation.

Zi Wu and Zi Jian looked at each other, and said: "This kind of Guiqing ink is the top grade, and there is another kind of ink, which is just ordinary osmanthus, called Gui ink, try again."

With the pearls and jade just now in front, it is just an ordinary sweet-scented osmanthus flower, but it makes Zi Baifeng unable to cheer up, but after trying it out, he is very surprised. The feeling when writing is almost the same as that of Gui Qingmo. What is missing is only the aura that condenses and never disperses.

"Mother, your ink-making skills are also amazing!" What else could Zi Baifeng say?Thumbs up decisively!
"Compared to those three high-grade inks, how is it?" Zi Wu asked again.

"It's more than a thousand miles away." Zi Baifeng said, maybe the three major ink merchants still have higher-grade ink, but even if there is, Zi Baifeng feels that it can't compare with his mother's Gui ink, the most remarkable, that is, between brothers .

What's more, he still has Gui Qingmo, which is unique in the world, in his hands?

"Then do you think our ink-making business can do well?" Zi Wu asked again.

"Of course they did!" Zi Baifeng nodded repeatedly, and there was no doubt that what they were taking was not an ordinary product route, but an absolutely high-end high-end gift route.

"That's good." With 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 is one grade lower than this Gui Mo." Zi Baifeng said, Gui Mo of this grade can only be used in the gift market, and ordinary people are absolutely reluctant to use it. Even this gift market, It is definitely the most high-end gift market.As for Gui Qingmo, it is at the level of heavy treasures, and it is definitely the treasure of the town store. It is only given away and not sold.If there is another kind of ink that is a little bit more advanced than the top products of the three major ink merchants and has a larger output, that would be great.

It should be noted that these three kinds of high-quality inks from the three major ink merchants were originally aimed at the high-end gift market. When Zi Baifeng bought them back, they were worth every inch of ink.

As for the low-end market, Zibaifeng doesn't plan to consider it at all. There is a saying that luxury is a necessity.

"Well, that's easy, just reduce one or two procedures." Zi Wu has a plan in his mind, obviously he has thought about it many times.

Zi Baifeng still had some regrets, and said: "If there is another kind of ink made entirely of laurel, that would be great..." Zi Baifeng said.

Zijian and Zi Wu looked at each other with dumbfounding expressions.

"What's the matter? Did you really make this kind of ink? Could it be that you intend 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 I don't know where it has gone."

"I don't know where it went?" Zi Baifeng was startled, "Could it be stolen?"

This is his own territory, is there anyone who can steal things from his own territory?
"I ran away by myself." Zijian smiled wryly.

"How come..." Zi Baifeng was speechless.

This "how come" does not represent surprise, but helplessness.

Because of this kind of thing, it happened many times when I was in Mengcheng.

After Zi Baifeng's Monster Raising Art has advanced to the third level "Being the Sky", the aura of the Monster Raising Art will radiate outward all the time. At the beginning, he can't control it, causing many things around him to become demons involuntarily, such as The clothes on his body suddenly started to move around by himself. For example, when he woke up in the middle of the night, he found that his bed had gone outside by himself - now there is still a violent bed running rampant in the mountains of Mengcheng.

The most exaggerated thing is that as soon as Zi Wu handed a steamed bun to Zi Baifeng's hand, that steamed bun became a monster. This steamed bun especially likes to stay with other steamed buns. Every time Zi Baifeng and others eat , must first pick and choose, pick it out.

However, one day Zi Baifeng found that the steamed bun was missing, Xiao Shitou felt that someone had eaten it by mistake, and was sad for several days.

However, with Zi Baifeng's control over his own demon-raising formula, such things became less and less, and these days, it never happened even once.

Probably because the aura is too abundant, and it is the purest and softest aura, a little bit contaminated with Bai Feng's formula of raising a demon, and then he becomes a demon.

"Forget it, it's too perfect, but it's not beautiful." Zi Baifeng shook his head, and stopped entangled in this matter.As for the black ink monster, since it ran away, let's run away, just like the steamed bun monster, it also has its own destiny.

Everyone is also open-minded, so they turned their faces away and didn't think about it. Mrs. Wu put away Zi Baifeng's calligraphy and said, "I'll go and hang up my son's calligraphy, and then my Gui Moxuan will open. At that time, it will be hung out as the treasure of the town store."

Zi Baifeng laughed, his mother even decided on the name of the store.

"That volume, leave it to me." Zi Baifeng pointed to the fragmented scroll that only had five and a half sentences written, "It's not beautiful to hang up the fragments."

But he thought in his heart that one day he would complete it.

In Zi Baifeng's heart, after all, he pursues perfection.

　The efficiency in my hometown is too low. I can write a chapter in two Pomodoros at my home, but I can’t finish writing in three Pomodoros in my hometown. I will go back to Jinan tomorrow to make up the chapter I owe...

　　No, there are 60 monthly tickets, and I owe 2 chapters.

　　30 monthly tickets plus more, everyone work hard!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)