Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 65 Ashamed of my true pen, I hold a wandering scroll

This is a very ingenious design, and it is also the core of the talisman puppet.

By connecting spirit stones and spirit talismans together and refining them, the talisman puppet can be guaranteed to exist for a long time.

However, the usual way to enhance the strength of a talisman puppet is to start with the spirit talisman itself. Using a higher-grade spirit stone directly like this is really extravagant.

One mid-grade spirit stone is theoretically equivalent to one hundred low-grade spirit stones.

The market price is approximately between 130 and 160.

The three people present were all penniless.

Song Yan said with a smile, "The reason we were able to kill the talisman puppet so smoothly is all thanks to Fellow Daoist Rong's spirit insect exploration. You two can take this one."

Heart is bleeding.

But he was telling the truth; he wasn't just being polite.

With Wu Huaguo around, he wouldn't dare say anything against his conscience.

"it is good."

The couple didn't stand on ceremony: "Fellow Daoist Song, there shouldn't be only one talisman puppet here..."

"If we find any more mid-grade spirit stones in the future, you and my husband can split them equally."

Song Yan nodded.

He didn't completely trust the couple, but so far, they didn't seem hypocritical to him.

……

A world within a painting, a forest of ink ponds.

"Che Ning" stood in front of a large, dark stone, which had been carved and polished to resemble a uniquely shaped desk.

The desk was set with brushes, ink, and an inkstone, but paper and scrolls were missing...

Ignoring this point, Che Ning, with trembling hands, channeled his spiritual power to float the ancient paintbrush in front of him.

With his arms outstretched, the paintbrush hovered in his hands.

He looked at the pen and let out a long sigh of excitement.

"call……"

It is 1 foot and 3 inches long, with the pen handle made of Yunyuan purple bamboo and the bristles made of the fine needle-like hairs from the back of the Moon Rabbit Demon.

The words "愧真" (kuì zhēn, meaning "ashamed of one's actions") are engraved on the pale purple pen barrel.

"Ashamed of my true writing..."

"Finally succeeded..."

Che Ning seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed to the ground, completely losing his previous masterful demeanor.

"Ashamed of my true writing..."

"Holding a scroll..."

"Ha ha……"

He suddenly burst into wild laughter.

"Hahahahaha..."

Looking back on these twelve years, every step has been fraught with anxiety, like walking on thin ice.

Now, I have finally obtained what I dreamed of in my previous life!
These two calligraphic works, one brush and one scroll, are a set of low-grade spiritual artifacts.

Although it has many limitations, it is one of the treasures he had heard of in his previous life and that he had the best chance of obtaining in this life.

Thinking back to my past life, I felt a sudden wave of sorrow and oppression, as if I couldn't breathe...

His eyes flashed, and he gripped the pen in his hand even tighter.

"Om-"

Just then, a blade of energy slashed through the air, cleaving Che Ning's figure in two...

only……

The figure shattered, turning into a handful of ink.

"clang!"

The scarred-faced monk slowly walked forward, sheathing his long sword once more.

He didn't seem surprised by Che Ning's disappearance.

"I find that rather strange..."

Che Ning's voice rose softly as he slowly emerged from the shadows beside the large black rock: "Where did you get the audacity to attack me?"

The scarred cultivator, who was clearly only at the sixth level of Qi Refining, chuckled and showed no fear: "You want nothing but this calligraphy in this vast world within the painting."

"What's the most precious thing? Do you think I, Old Man Wu, don't understand?"

Che Ning's voice was icy cold: "Some things you might have the life to take, but I'm afraid you won't have the life to use them..."

"My friend, this is something for scholars and gentlemen..."

"Do you understand how to play?"

The scarred cultivator slowly placed his hand on the hilt of his sword behind him, and his spiritual aura began to rise gradually.

Whether you understand how to play it or not is none of your concern.

"Oh?"

Che Ning wore a bronze mask, so his expression was unreadable. He only let out a soft "hmm".

"A secret technique for concealing one's realm?"

"No...that's not right."

"Sword Intent..."

"..."

Che Ning took no action, simply watching the swordsman in front of him in silence.

"It's both."

The scarred cultivator's spiritual power level had now reached the eighth level of Qi Refining... *Buzz*

The moment the sword was drawn, the weather in the Ink Pond Forest changed drastically, and the scarred cultivator exuded an imposing aura...

It's actually approaching the ninth level of Qi Refining!
"The tide has stopped!"

A sword slashed down from three zhang away.

His figure twisted strangely, and he appeared right in front of Che Ning, accompanied by a surge of powerful sword energy!
Che Ning snorted lightly, and instead of retreating, he advanced, holding the ancient paintbrush, to meet the scarred cultivator.

Bang!
Che Ning, who rushed towards him, along with that ancient paintbrush, once again turned into a handful of ink.

It was like a snowman trying to hug him, but melting away in the blazing sun.

"Wow..."

Ink soaked the scarred monk's clothes.

"..."

There was a slanted ink stain on his forehead, a mark left by "Che Ning" with a paintbrush on his brow the moment his sword intent dissipated.

Water droplets were streaming down his cheeks and chin, dripping into his collar.

He frowned and warily scanned his surroundings.

"Um……"

Che Ning stepped out from behind, casually took out a piece of drawing paper from his Qiankun bag, and started drawing.

Every now and then, he would take out a pen and gesture horizontally and vertically at the scarred monk.

"Something that looks like a fly!"

The scarred monk gripped the hilt of his sword again: "Let's see how long you can hide with that rotten flesh of yours!"

"Um……"

Che Ning suddenly nodded in satisfaction.

He put pen to paper and signed his name.

In an instant, the scarred monk suddenly stared blankly at the knife in his hand.

He was accompanied by knives from a young age, and even when he was still a mortal, he roamed the martial world with a knife, earning a fearsome reputation.

By chance, he entered the world of cultivation and had a wonderful encounter, where he comprehended a little bit of sword intent.

But now, as he touches this knife, it feels strangely unfamiliar to him.

Che Ning gazed at the paintbrush in his hand with rapt attention.

"This pen is called 'Kuizhen' (愧真)."

"Leaving aside those romantic stories and legends, let's just talk about its effects..."

Che Ning walked over slowly.

"Record."

The scarred monk's eyes widened.

"It can record what the objects in a painting look like at a certain moment..."

"Spiritual power……"

Che Ning's voice was hoarse with a hint of arrogance.

"Or... aura."

The scarred monk's heart sank to the bottom, but of course he wouldn't sit idly by and wait for his death.

The intent of the sword was sealed by this evil paintbrush, but the swordsmanship remained.

"Sleepy!"

The spiritual energy transformed into ink, surging and churning, condensing into chains that pierced through the scarred cultivator's protective spiritual robes, binding his hands and feet.

"drink!"

The scarred cultivator's spiritual energy surged, shaking off the ink painting, and he swung his sword at Che Ning.

However, Che Ning did not dodge, but instead focused all his energy on circulating his spiritual energy, causing his spiritual power to be rapidly depleted.

thump.

For a fleeting moment, I heard the sound of a drop of ink falling near my ear...

The scarred monk discovered that his sword had returned to its sheath at some point, and he was now facing the black boulder, his protective aura dispelled, and his back to Che Ning.

They returned to the action of sheathing the sword.

"Brother, why don't you understand..."

“You are in the painting right now…”

In fact, Che Ning had many ways to kill the scarred monk.

Just like a child who has just received a brand new toy, at this moment, it must show its most fun side.

Although he relied on the spiritual power left in the writings of the Foundation Establishment senior, Che Ning was still completely satisfied at this moment.

Before the scarred monk even noticed, countless ink marks remained around him, and now they all erupted at once.

"Boom."

Blood mixed with ink flowed slowly across the ground...

The scarred monk stared wide-eyed in resentment, then fell silent.

Che Ning walked slowly past him and took his Qiankun bag with him.

"In this world, everyone will have their own opportunities and adventures."

"But some people are arrogant and conceited... and they don't deserve such an opportunity."

"Opportunities are there, and we need to seize them."

"Instead of being arrogant and looking down on others."

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