Chapter 6 Chapter Five Why Lang Jin Wants To Cross Over

"Waterman?" Luo Zhongxia came into contact with a new term and was puzzled. Sunday said: "The person who transfers the pen is an intermediate type between an ordinary person and a pen official. Like a pen official, his body can carry the spirit of the pen, but he can't understand it spiritually. This transfer pen Although a person cannot exert the full power of the pen spirit, he can carry multiple pen spirits at the same time. This kind of person is extremely rare. In the past thousands of years, there have only been three people including you. Zhuge and the little children of the Wei family have never heard of it. However, it’s not surprising.”

"Then how do you know?" Luo Zhongxia asked back, he noticed that the old man mentioned the Zhuge family and the Wei family in a very condescending tone. Sunday waved his hand disdainfully: "This is not what you should know now, kid. You just need to understand that you are just a penman, not a pen official at all, and that's enough. And everyone needs to put themselves in the right position." .” Hearing such an evaluation, Luo Zhongxia knew that it was all true, but she still felt a little disappointed in her heart: "That is to say, my position is just a temporary storage container for Qinglian and Dianjing? There is no other meaning, right?"

"Naturally. The function of Dubi people—well, to put it in a nicer word—the duty of Dubi people is to keep the pen spirits for them before the real pen officials show up." "Isn't that the same as the pen holder used by the pen receiving spirit?" "Almost, but Dubi is obviously more reliable. He doesn't simply imprison the spirit of the pen, but has a certain degree of compatibility and can also perform certain functions. It is much more reliable than the pen holder. You have stored You should be able to understand Qinglian pen after so long." Luo Zhongxia knew early on that he and Qinglianbi hadn't reached the state of mastery, so he faced off against others many times, and he was always at a loss.He always thought that he was not very knowledgeable, so it was difficult for him to display the strength of Qinglian pen.Now after listening to Sunday's commentary, it's clearly a problem with my natural role.Thinking about it further, the Qinglian pen and the finishing touch pen were pierced into my chest for no reason at that time. It turned out that it was not for no reason, but because I was a pen master.

Thinking of this, a thought suddenly flashed through Luo Zhongxia's mind: "You suddenly appeared and told me this, could it be that the orthodox pen official appeared?" Sunday laughed loudly: "You boy, you are smart as a person who crosses the pen. However, there is no distinction between orthodox and unorthodox officials in the ordinary pen. Every generation has a true heir." He pointed to Zheng He next to him, "This one is the orthodox heir of Qinglian pen." His words sounded like a thunderbolt to Luo Zhongxia, if he hadn't suppressed his Zen mind, he would have jumped up and shouted "How is that possible".Zheng He is actually the orthodox heir of Qinglian pen?Then what am I?

This is not a question of setting, but a question of self-esteem. No one is willing to be a substitute for another person, especially the kind of guy they hate. Luo Zhongxia secretly clenched his fists, Qinglian groaned in his chest, and he didn't know if he was in the same heart to be angry with him, or to show his favor to the orthodox master. "Of course, in fact, I finished your fortune-telling that day, and I also gave him a divination." Sunday continued, "His fate can be known as soon as he calculates it. It's a pity that he was not yet awakened at that time, and he still needed to be tempered, so he let it go. He was first refined into a Bi Boy by Qin Yi, and then a Bi Soul Boy by Chu Yimin. This is all to wear down his mortal temperament and reveal his true nature as soon as possible. As for you, I think it is good to have some experience, and let you develop freely. You've done a good job so far."

"It turns out that all of this is your arrangement!" "Not to mention. His fate is already doomed, I just make the best of the situation - even if I don't do anything, things will still go in the established direction." Sunday shrugged, "I just let things progress It's going to be smoother." "Then what if Zheng He is killed? Wouldn't your work be wasted?" Sunday sneered silently: "When I was doing fortune-telling, I secretly protected his mind. No matter how hard Qin Yi and Chu Yimin practiced, they only practiced his body. They didn't hurt his brain. The pen tomb official's nature was awakened earlier."

Luo Zhongxia believed that he had this ability. The old man looked unattractive, but his hidden ability was astonishing.Just relying on the ability to block the entire building with one hand just now, it is already stronger than everyone he has encountered so far, and he has a kind of courage to look down on the world.But compared to this, what surprised Luo Zhongxia even more was that the series of coincidences that he thought were just a series of coincidences, now it seems that they were just arranged by others. The only good thing is that, from his tone, it seems that he is not on the same side as "them".

It seems to be getting more and more confused. Luo Zhongxia's mind was spinning rapidly, desperately recalling the details of past memories, trying to sort out all the clues. At this time, Zheng He said coldly, "So, can I get back the Qinglian pen now?" His voice was more arrogant than before. It seems that the mortal temperament has been completely stripped away, and the nature of the pen official has been completely exposed. . Luo Zhongxia glared at him angrily. He was rescued from Chu Yimin because of his friendship with classmates. Although he didn't want to make him remember it, this ungrateful attitude still makes people very uncomfortable.

Standing up on Sunday, he patted Zheng He on the shoulder: "I said, why be so impatient. Little Luo's body is not a real Qinglian pen, but a Qinglian posthumous pen, which is not in your eyes. How about waiting for the real Qinglian to appear in peace?" Zheng He had a cold face, noncommittal, and stared straight at Luo Zhongxia, like a child whose toy had been robbed.His face is still that iron blue, probably because he has been in a vegetable state for too long. "Then when should I wait?" "Wang Youjun's Tiantai Baiyun Brush has been revived first, and the seven princes of Guancheng have always been united in the same spirit. When the six brushes appear together, are you afraid that Qinglian's brush will not come out? Just rest assured, everything will fall into Qinglian's posthumous pen and Luo kid."

During the conversation, he seemed to have regarded Luo Zhongxia as a handyman.After placating Zheng He, he turned to Luo Zhongxia again on Sunday: "Although Du Bi is the setter of the Bi tomb official, he is still a human being with flesh and blood after all. The spirit of the pen enters the body, and it is not so easy to retreat. Fortunately, Monk Huai Su You Xin, you solved a big problem for me. Come, extend your right hand over here." Although Luo Zhongxia was reluctant in every possible way, he had no choice but to stretch out his hand. "The Qinglian posthumous pen and finishing touch pen in your chest can't be withdrawn, but Huai Su left the autumn wind pen in your right hand, which is very convenient. I came to you specially today, just to get the autumn wind pen The pen was given to Zheng He. Chu Yimin used the pen to train him, but he couldn't practice it properly. As a result, Zheng He was a little impetuous. Is this the unrestrained and unrestrained demeanor of Taibai Immortal? Li Taibai and Du Zimei know each other and appreciate each other , take this Autumn Breeze Brush to relieve Zheng He's dryness, it could not be better."

"what is this?" "This is one of the secret methods of the Bizuka——Dubi to reduce dryness." "..." Said a cold joke on Sunday, smiled and held Luo Zhongxia's right hand.Luo Zhongxia only felt his right hand burn, and then a dim light slowly poured out from under the skin.This light has color, but it is difficult to describe. I just feel desolate and desolate indescribably after just looking at it.Du Fu's poems are full of emotion, and "Autumn Wind Song" is the pinnacle of his resentment and resentment. I don't know what method Sunday used to pull the Qiufeng Brush out of Luo Zhongxia's right wrist.Autumn Breeze Brush was just an undercurrent in the beginning, but after being pinched by Sunday's fingers a few times, it gradually turned into a brush.The whole body of this pen is dark yellow, and the whiskers are as withered and yellow as thatched grass in autumn, it is indescribably dull and depressed. Luo Zhongxia had seen Fei Lao being able to pull the pen spirit out of Ou Zilong's body with his bare hands when he was torturing him, but the situation is slightly different now.Fei's constant tugging would cause great pain to the pen official, but at this time Sunday took the pen out of his body, but understated it, and there was no abnormality at all. Sunday seemed to see through his thoughts, without raising his head, he concentrated on handling the Qiufeng brush, while explaining: "The spirit of your brush was placed in the right hand by Monk Huai Su, and it has nothing to do with any kind of spiritual meeting or body. It’s just a simple deposit. You can’t use it, so naturally there is no mental entanglement. If it’s in your chest, then if it’s me, I can’t get it out.” Luo Zhongxia suddenly thought of a question: "I can't return the pen if it exists in my chest? Then what kind of pen do I, a pen-duper, talk about?" Sunday said: "What kind of pen can be crossed by the person who crosses the pen, and who is given to it, it is all destined. It is not that one can cross whatever one wants to cross. You see, this autumn wind pen is determined by chance, and it will cross today; and the green Lian's posthumous writing and finishing touch, but it's not yet time." Listening to the old man always talking about his fate, Luo Zhongxia suddenly thought of what Fang Bin wrote to himself just now: "Fate is not certain, you can try to change it, this is the meaning of existence of the finishing touch pen, It gives us a choice about the future. Please cherish it." Fang Bin's words seemed to be specially written for today's encounter. One said that fate has its own destiny, and the other said that fate is uncertain. Who said it is true? Luo Zhongxia's mind was in turmoil. On Sunday, he took this opportunity to completely pull out the Qiufeng brush, molded it into the shape of a brush, and handed it to Zheng He. "You can make do with this first." Zheng He glanced at it, with a dissatisfied expression on his face, but he didn't dare to disobey what he said on Sunday, so he obediently unbuttoned the hospital gown on his chest, exposing his chest.Sunday raised his right hand, his fingertips were blackened, and with a flick of his finger, the Autumn Wind Brush in his hand pierced into Zheng He's chest with a "swish", sinking in from the beginning to the end.Zheng He's face flickered, and his shoulders trembled. After more than ten seconds, he suddenly let out a long breath, and his expression calmed down. At this time, Sunday stretched out his hand, pressed it on his chest, moved his five fingers, and after a while, he slowly pulled out a tube of pen spirit.On Sunday, Luo Zhongxia showed surprise, and said with a smile, "You don't have to be surprised, this is not the Qiufeng brush, but the pen spirit that Chu Yimin's child used to refine the pen." Luo Zhongxia remembered that Mr. Fei once said: Zheng He was made into a pen soul boy by using a taboo secret method.Bi Ling Tong is more advanced than Bi Tong, and does not use ordinary writing brushes, but uses pen spirit and human beings to practice.The branch in front of me is supposed to be the spirit of the pen that Chu Yimin used to practice with Zheng He. The shape of this spirit is changeable, but it lacks the vitality it should have, like a plant that has been exposed to the sun for three days, looking sickly.Holding it in his hand on Sunday, he looked at it carefully and said with emotion: "It's a pity, after taking care of it, Chu Yimin actually made it useless." Luo Zhongxia didn't expect to make a sudden move on Sunday, and he was restrained by him all of a sudden, unable to move at all.Luo Zhongxia didn't know what his plans were for Sunday, and his expression was disturbed.Sunday said: "Don't worry, Dubi, I'm not harming you, but helping you." He moved his left hand, and the pen spirit was slowly pushed into Luo Zhongxia's chest. Facing Luo Zhongxia's suspicious gaze, Sunday said: "This pen spirit has been broken, lost its fixed form, and lost its past memories. It can no longer be called a pen spirit, it can only be regarded as a broken pen at best. But for you In this way, for those who can only exert a few percent of the power of the pen spirit, this kind of residual spirit can be used instead, and its power is extraordinary." He patted Luo Zhongxia on the shoulder, seeing that the residual pen had completely disappeared into his body, he said in relief: "You Bringing me the Autumn Breeze Brush, naturally I won’t treat you badly, not to mention there will be times when I will need you in the future. Let me give you the spirit of this remaining brush, so make good use of it.” Luo Zhongxia only felt the qi and blood in his chest churning, almost uncontrollable.He panicked and said, "This... what kind of pen is this?" Sunday said: "It's no longer a pen, so why do you ask where it came from?" That uncomfortable feeling lasted only for a while, and then disappeared, replaced by a completely new sense of relief.Luo Zhongxia closed his eyes and felt for a while, and found that there were still only two pens in his chest, but the one had disappeared without a trace. "The remnant pen is invisible, it has been integrated into your limbs and bones, let's just understand it as a special function." Sunday explained. Luo Zhongxia raised his head slowly, and asked, "Are you...are 'them'?" Reminiscent of the many "coincidences" and "encounters" before and after, all are closely related to the little old man who appeared mysteriously.It's hard not to connect him to that mysterious "they." Sunday was startled for a moment, then he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, "If I were them, how would you still be alive?" "That's good..." Luo Zhongxia's limbs were limp and her speech was weak. There was no need to lie about it on Sunday. This tube of autumn wind brush was originally the pen spirit of Wei Dingbang, the head of the Wei family. Wei Dingbang hid the brush with Huai Su early on by some means.When he was attacked and died, there was actually only an empty shell left.Huai Su asked Luo Zhongxia to hand over the pen spirit to those who are destined to make the country's ambitions. If Sunday is "their" party, Luo Zhongxia is not a person who entrusted him, and handed over the pen spirit to the person who killed Patriarch Wei. murderer. After laughing on Sunday, he suddenly said seriously: "I know their origins; I also understand their purpose. It's just that the time is not yet ripe, so I can't tell you. But at least one thing, I am on your side On the other side—or, you are on my side. I came here today, one is to cross the pen for Zheng He; , and you are the key to it.” It's the Seven Marquis of Guancheng again. Everything revolves around these seven pens. Luo Zhongxia smiled weakly: "Actually, you plan to let me be the Dubi who manages the Seven Marquises of the city?" Sunday raised his eyebrows: "You kid is really smart, you realized it so quickly." "Tiantai Baiyun is the only living person in charge of the Qihou of Guancheng. I am afraid that the orthodox pen officials with a few pens have never woken up. It is naturally the best result to leave Qihou with me. Even if the enemy kills me , and the spirit of the pen cannot be stolen. Am I right?" "Well, although you missed the mark, you are not far away. You are indeed much smarter than before." Sunday's tone could not be said to be sarcasm or appreciation. "Thanks for the compliment, but I have one more question." "Go ahead." "You've been nagging me for so long, drawing my pen, and arranging work for me. You should ask me, why should I help you?" From the moment Luo Zhongxia entered this room, he had actually been listening to Sunday's chatter on one side.From the beginning to the end, Sunday treated Luo Zhongxia as a matter of course, drawing whenever he wanted, and doing whatever he wanted.If it wasn't for the sudden appearance today and Sunday, Luo Zhongxia wouldn't even know that she was being played like a monkey. As a result, an important issue was ignored: Luo Zhongxia never promised to be his subordinate, and could not find a reasonable reason to work for him. Sunday seemed to have prepared for this question, and replied without thinking: "The reason is very simple, you have no choice." "Why, I can go to the Wei family or the Zhuge family. If it doesn't work, I will take refuge in the dark side of the force." Luo Zhongxia's slack has always been the only characteristic of the Zen mind that is difficult to suppress. Sunday said: "The Wei family and the Zhuge family are in danger. They may be facing catastrophe recently. You can't count on them or anything. As for 'them'... Hehe, Fang Bin is a lesson for you! The attack in the subway, It's just a warning." After finishing speaking, he added again: "Since you have been drawn into the world of the pen mound, you must face your own fate. There are not so many noble reasons to protect world peace or human safety, you Follow me, eat meat or die, it's as simple as that, have I made it clear enough?" When he spoke on Sunday, a strong aura spurted out with his gradually rising voice, like an invisible giant hand choking Luo Zhongxia's throat.Under such strong pressure, Luo Zhongxia finally nodded reluctantly. "Of course, after things are done, you will be rewarded handsomely—I'm not an unreasonable person." Sunday nodded with satisfaction, "But your kid's foundation in Chinese studies is too poor, even if there is that monk helping you, I'm afraid he will You're not that smart. Anyway, let me give you some hints, lest you drag me down." Sunday handed him a copper coin with a square hole, whispered two words in his ear, turned around and pressed Zheng He's shoulder. Zheng He closed his eyes and rested his mind, focusing on digesting the spiritual power of the Qiufeng brush, and ignored Luo Zhongxia.Sunday said: "Let's come here today. I'm here to pick up Zheng He this time, and I have to retreat for a while. During this period, you should try your best to find out the whereabouts of Qihou for me." The surroundings of the two began to glow with dazzling light, gradually engulfing their bodies. Luo Zhongxia struggled to get up, and asked loudly before Sunday completely disappeared, "Wei Shiran, who is it?" Sunday in the light showed a weird smile, he hesitated for a moment before replying: "Not the enemy."