Chapter 17 Chapter Sixteen

Everyone was taken aback by Monk Peter's reaction. What exactly was hidden in this rubbing book made Monk Peter, who has always been calm and Yanru, lose his composure.Luo Zhongxia was the first to ask, "What's wrong with you, Peter? What's written in it?" Monk Peter ignored his question, and the two eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses shot at the old man extremely sharply: "Is this true?" Wei Shiran nodded sadly: "That's right, it's true. I half understood it at first, but I didn't understand it until I sat on this inkstone." "Impossible! The master of the pen mound is a talented man with a compassionate heart, how can he be such a sinister and vicious person!" Monk Peter shouted sharply.

Wei Shiran said: "If you have another solution, you might as well say it, the old man welcomes you." Monk Peter couldn't answer, his face was pale. Although the Wei family and the Zhuge family have competed for thousands of years for the officials of the pen tomb, they have one thing in common, that is, they treat the owner of the pen tomb as a god.Although Monk Peter has broken his family, his respect for the owner of the pen mound has not changed at all. Liu Yuanyuan said slowly: "Qingdong, what did you see?" Monk Peter's voice was like a flat tire, and he was weak. He opened the scroll and said to Liu Yuanyuan, "Look at it for yourself..." Liu Yuanyuan opened the rubbing page, and it turned out that it was a poem carved on the stone wall. The rubbing level of Qijue is very high, and the reverse white ink seal is clearly visible: "Clean mud cuts stones and swords without traces, Danshui contains Yingding and flies out; Immortal wind clears dust, chickens and dogs make noise, firs and pine bosses stand like people", and the inscription is right. Zhou Liujing.

These seven-character quatrains are well-written, there are no major mistakes, and there are no major achievements, it's just smooth. Liu Yuanyuan was puzzled: "What's wrong with this poem?" "This Chuzhou Liu Jing is actually one of the incarnations of the master of the pen mound." After Monk Peter finished speaking, he gently closed his eyes.Wei Shiran continued his words and said: "The entire cliff carvings in Nanming Mountain, such as the handwritings of Ge Hong and Mi Fu, were all created by Liu Jing painstakingly, and he inscribed them one by one to show the emblem, but only There must be a reason for writing this poem of my own. As my nephew said, if there is a situation, there must be a way to break it, and since the tripod and inkstone in the tripod and inkstone array have been hinted in the cliff stone carvings, the way to break it is natural It's also hidden in it."

Liu Yuanyuan is also a very clever person, she reminded her a little bit, thought for a while, and suddenly realized: "Cleaning mud and slashing sword without trace, could it be referring to the sea of ​​stone liquid ink hanging outside the inner cave?" Wei Shiran said: "Yes, the word Danshui in the second sentence refers to Ge Hong Dan Ding and Mi Fu Fang Inkstone. As for the tripod flying out, it is a trap that hints at the contained Dan fire soaring into the sky." "What about the last two sentences? Could it be a trick to break the situation?" Nineteen was also attracted, leaving Luo Zhongxia and Yan Zheng, two ignorant guys, to join the discussion.

"Immortal Wind Juchen Chicken and Dog Noisy, here is the allusion that one person achieves Tao, chicken and dog ascend to heaven, it seems to be a sign of liberation, and the key lies in the last sentence." Wei Shiran nodded.Everyone looked at the sentence "The boss of Shansong is like a man standing", the words are written with silver hooks and iron strokes, vigorous and powerful. "Hmm..." Liu Yuanyuan and Shijiu had forgotten their hostile identities at this time, and frowned together. Qin Yi watched impatiently from the side, and said, "Oh, how stupid, think about it, what is the most similar to Shansong in this cauldron?"

"Could it be... the pen spirit?" This time it was Luo Zhongxia who spoke. With Ju Shigeng's special training and Huai Su's Zen mind, he also guessed eighty-nine points, and his complexion gradually turned pale. Wei Shiran said: "That's right, Luo Xiaoyou seems to have seen through the mystery. The spirit of the pen is alive, so I added the word "Rurenli" at the end of the poem, which clearly refers to the official of the pen." He pointed his finger Pointing to the second sentence: "Dan water contains Ying, Dan water contains Ying, and only Dan water contains Ying, can the tripod fly out——Bizhong official, this is the "Ying"!" At this point, his voice changed. It is painful to get.

Speaking of this, everyone present already understood the intention of the master of the pen mound's poem to break the situation, and everyone was extremely shocked. "Dan Shui Contains Ying", the word containing is the righteous meaning, which means that the pen tomb official should be sent between Mi Fu's Fang Yan and the fire of the Danding, using the spirit of the pen in the body as fuel, and exhausting the fire element flying out of the Danding , the hidden Seven Marquis Fang was able to "immortal wind and dust", and was able to be born. Being an official at the pen tomb is a rare opportunity in the world, and it cannot be done by those who are not blessed.And this pen array actually treats the pen officials as consumables, and they don't hesitate to use their lives and the pen spirit's life to exhaust the fire energy in the cauldron in order to break the situation.This method of breaking the game that treats people's lives as if they are abandoning shoes is really appalling, cruel and ruthless to the extreme.

In retrospect, the owner of the Bi Tomb covered the entrance of the cave with a dense sea of ​​stone liquid and ink, and non-Bi Tomb officials were not allowed to enter. I thought it was to eliminate irrelevant people, but unexpectedly it was to select fuel for the cauldron furnace. No wonder Monk Peter was so excited.The master of the pen mound was precisely to preserve his talents, so he developed the spirit of the pen and created a pen mound.Therefore, all the pen officials of the Zhuge and Wei families have followed the founder's spirit and cared for the spirit of the pen, which has almost become the highest unbreakable commandment.Bi Lingtong, which uses Bi Ling as material, is listed as an absolute taboo just out of respect for Bi Ling.

But now this method of breaking the formation has trampled on the highest commandment. If the core idea of ​​the master of the pen tomb is self-denying, how can we not shock these pen tomb officials. "No, is there no other solution?" Yan Zheng licked his lips. Even he felt a chill in his heart for such a fierce method, and he tried his best not to think about it. Luo Zhongxia carefully handed Xiaorong, who was still unconscious, into Yan Zheng's hands, and then walked to Wei Shiran alone. "You prevented Xiao Rong from entering the Tai Chi circle just now, was it because you were afraid that she would be transformed by the Dan Ding Huo Yuan?"

"Xiao Rong's Yongxu is a body of Xuanyin, so it's impossible to encounter this kind of supreme yang fire element." "Your purpose is to lure them all into the cauldron and burn them all to death. You can pick up your pen, right!?" Luo Zhongxia's tone suddenly became severe. Although Wei Shiran has done bad things so far, at most he just used others. If this time is really what Luo Zhongxia guessed, it will really touch the bottom line - because there will be a death up. Unexpectedly, it was Monk Peter who saved the siege this time: "The poor monk thought that Uncle Shi Ran was not such a vicious person. Before entering the cave, no one knew that there were Ge Hongding and Mi Fu inkstones hidden in it. How could they refer to Liu Jing's poems? What is the implication? I think Uncle Shiran just guessed before entering the cave that breaking the formation would require the power of multiple pens, so he arranged for Qin Yi to lure me to come here. As for the mystery of the cauldron fire burning brush, I think it is probably because Uncle Shi Ran was trapped on Fang Yan, and he had the leisure to observe the surrounding environment before he figured it out."

Wei Shiran chuckled, stroked his beard and praised: "My nephew has such a bright eye, he is really talented." Nineteen couldn't help but asked, "Could it be... other than burning the pen spirit, is there no other way?" Wei Shiran said: "The old man has nothing to do, maybe my nephew can think of something?" Monk Peter shook his head and sat back on the ground again. The eloquent words just now consumed his little energy.His actions made the hearts of those around him sink.Qin Yi conjured another can of Red Bull out of nowhere and handed it to him.Seeing her frivolous behavior towards Monk Peter, Liu Yuanyuan felt a little annoyed in her heart for some reason, and she couldn't describe this emotion herself. Standing in the circle, Luo Zhongxia suddenly shouted, and drew out the Qinglian pen from his chest, and the blue light bloomed. "What are you going to do?" Yan Zheng and Liu Yuanyuan asked at the same time. "I just don't want everyone to die here." Luo Zhongxia replied lightly in the blue light.Outside the Lutian Nunnery, he once abandoned his companion because of cowardice, and finally he was rescued by the abandoned companion.This thorn of guilt has never really been eliminated, and every time it comes to a certain moment, it will stick out to make myself miserable and remind myself of my cowardice.Although no one blamed him, no one even mentioned the incident, he was eager to make amends and atone for the sins without which a true Zen mind would never have been possible. "Ice dragon scales are hard to bear!" Following a high-pitched verse, a huge white ice dragon flew out from Qinglian's pen, its scales and claws were all made of ice, crystal clear and finely detailed.The body of this dragon is extremely long, and with a slight tilt of the neck, it can almost reach the sea of ​​stone liquid ink above the head. Even the inside of the tripod can feel its low temperature, and the surrounding air is even crystallized and floating. The things transformed by Qinglian pen are closely related to the pen official's own understanding and spiritual power of Li Bai's poems.To be able to form an ice dragon of such a scale, Luo Zhongxia must have consumed a lot of energy. If he hadn't received Ju Shigeng's training, he would never have been able to transform to this level. "Xiaoyou Luo, you only have Qinglian's writings in your body, and your ability is limited. If you plan to use the ice dragon to suppress the fire element in the cauldron, it is absolutely impossible." Wei Shiran looked at the ice dragon and reminded. Luo Zhongxia didn't answer, he was concentrating on it at the moment, and if he spoke rashly, he would be distracted, at least the ice dragon would collapse, and at worst it would bite himself back. The ice dragon turned around in the air for a moment, then slowly came down the river with an elegant posture, the dragon's head gradually approached Wei Shiran and Mi Fufang Yan.Everyone noticed that as soon as the ice dragon's ice crystal touched the Tai Chi circle, it melted immediately.It can be seen that the fire element is in full swing, and this ice dragon may not even have a way to get close. Even Yongxu Xiaorong, who specializes in ice and snow, will be burned until he is unconscious when he gets close to the Tai Chi circle, let alone this ice dragon that was transformed only by his ability. The ice dragon hovered unwillingly for a few weeks, when suddenly the dragon's head was raised, it let out a clear whistle, and flew towards the zenith.Everyone looked up at the same time, only to see the dragon leaping and spinning, soaring upwards.Just when it was about to fly to the ink sea on the top of the cave, the ice dragon made a move that was completely unexpected and plunged into the ink sea. In fact, the word "tie" is not accurate enough. The ice dragon does not completely pierce its body, but only pokes its head in.At the same time, its body swayed desperately, and its tail stretched almost close to the bottom of the tripod.Just like a picture of a dragon entering the sea, the sea is pure black and the dragon's body is pure white, the two reflections are really eye-catching. After about five seconds, a strange sight appeared.The sea of ​​ink formed a small vortex around the place where the ice dragon entered, and the ice dragon's physique also changed suddenly—starting from the neck, the originally crystal clear ice body began to be stained with a faint ink color, and as time passed , the ink color became heavier and heavier, and the infected area gradually spread from the neck to the torso. From the perspective of the tripod, it looks like the ice dragon is trying to suck the entire ink sea into its body. "Could it be that he wants to suck up the sea of ​​ink? That's useless?" Yan Zheng was puzzled, he didn't dare to disturb Luo Zhongxia, who was engrossed, and Monk Peter closed his eyes to rest, so he had to ask Qin Yi. Qin Yi pursed his lips and thought for a while, then suddenly laughed, took Yan Zheng's arm and said, "Tell me, what does this ice dragon look like?" Yan Zheng glanced at the ice dragon, the ice dragon's head was hanging in the ink sea, half of it was stained with ink, and the neck was even black, obviously completely eroded by the ink sea.The incomparably slender body circled and descended in the void, and the dragon's tail just hit the bottom of the tripod. It's like... It's like a winding mountain suspension bridge carved from ice and jade! Yan Zheng suddenly realized, but then he had another question: "But can such a bridge really be walked on? Doesn't it mean that the illusion created by the Qinglian pen is not an entity?" At this time, Wei Shiran cut his mouth and said: "The ice dragon was originally created by the green lotus brush. It only has its coldness, but not its quality. It cannot be used as a bridge. But Luo Xiaoyou had an ingenious idea to drive the ice dragon to absorb ink. , the ink sea is an entity, and it can be frozen into a solid ink bridge after passing through the body of the ice dragon. Moreover, after the ink sea on the top of the cave is absorbed, it will not become an obstacle to leaving the inner cave, it really kills two birds with one stone." After Wei Shiran said this, everyone felt enlightened, and they felt a little more respect for Luo Zhongxia.Originally, they all regarded him as a little boy who became a monk halfway, but only now did they realize that he was no longer Wu Xia Ameng.Nineteen looked at Xiao Rong who was lying on the ground, and then at Luo Zhongxia with a dignified face, feeling quite uncomfortable. While they were talking, the ice dragon had already sucked up the sea of ​​ink, and its whole body was glowing with jet-black ice crystals.The sea of ​​ink on the top of the cave seems to have been sucked away by more than two-thirds, just like the few puddles left in a dry pond, and the ink bridge formed by the frozen body of the ice dragon has already begun to take shape: not only The inclination is reduced by the continuous way of a circle of dragon plates, and each circle of scales faces upwards to form a piece of unevenness, which becomes a convenient ladder for landing. At this time, Luo Zhongxia controlled the Qinglian pen and pointed at the Binglong Moqiao, saying: "The snow mountain sweeps the powder wall, and the ink writers have many new articles!" These two lines of Li Bai's poems commented on this scene. A gust of snow blows past, and the ink Immediately, the bridge froze hard again, and the black ice became sharper and more radiant. After doing all this, Luo Zhongxia let out a long breath, and his body tensed up.He has never tried to control the Qinglian pen to do such a big handwriting. It consumes a lot of willpower and physical strength, and he can't even say "I've finished it".Yan Zheng strode over to support him. Nineteen wanted to be the first to rush over, but when Yan Zheng moved, he hesitated for a moment, it was too late, so he had to stop.Seeing Luo Zhongxia's exhausted appearance, she was both happy and angry, extremely complicated, she quickly turned her gaze elsewhere, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of Liu Yuanyuan staring at Monk Peter—that expression was similar to her own just now exactly the same. Yan Zheng supported Luo Zhongxia, and shouted: "Hey, everyone take care of your wounded, let's go up quickly." Nineteenth came back to his senses, and found that Qin Yi had already helped Monk Peter, and Liu Yuanyuan was standing beside him, He wanted to help but couldn't hold back, and was still hesitating; while Xiaorong was still lying on the ground, and the only one who could take her with him was the Shiji one beside him. For Shijiu, what was before him was an extremely difficult question.Her gaze involuntarily swept to Luo Zhongxia's face again. The familiar face was extremely tired now, but the facial features felt a strange sense of satisfaction, probably some kind of heart knot had been untied.In the end, nineteen silver teeth gritted secretly, and finally leaned over and hugged Xiao Rong horizontally.The girl's physique is extremely light, and she has a faint coolness. Nineteen hugged her with mixed emotions in his heart. At this time Qin Yi suddenly said: "Oh, but even so, we still have to have one person stay to suppress Mi Fuyan." After she finished speaking, she glanced at Wei Shiran: "Otherwise, if the cauldron is on fire, I'm afraid we haven't climbed up yet. This ice bridge will be burned!" This is indeed a big problem, and everyone is staring at Wei Shiran.If there is a vote at this time to choose who will stay and sacrifice, I am afraid that everyone except the comatose Xiaorong will vote for this cunning old fox. Wei Shiran waved his hand, and his tone was between helplessness and indifference: "It's impossible to have such a perfect thing. You just climb up. Anyway, I can't move when I'm sitting on the Mifu inkstone. As long as you escape, Come back to me after you figure out a solution. I can still hold on for ten days and a half." He was so upright and awe-inspiring, which surprised others. At this time, a strange voice sounded in the cauldron: "I have a more perfect method, I wonder if you would like to hear about it?"