Chapter 303: Talisman Pen Essence The Tianfu Sect has a particularly famous immortal-grade talisman pen, which has been around since the founding of the Tianfu Sect. It can be said to be the living history of the Tianfu Sect. The talisman pen spirit loves gossip very much and is very trustworthy on weekdays. It will go wherever there is excitement. Even if a stranger comes to the sect, it will sneak away to take a look. But it not only loves to listen, but also loves to spread. Unfortunately, he doesn't have a mouth, so he can't communicate with people via telepathy. Even if they are close friends, in the middle of the night, a pen suddenly appears in her mind and mutters mysteriously - [Hey, let me tell you...] They will definitely fall out in a minute. Yet it is a pen. It can write down for you things that cannot be expressed in words. For example, the young disciples woke up in a daze, ran to the square to gather, and prepared to strengthen their bodies. At first they did not notice anything wrong, but when it was bright, they saw densely packed words written under their feet.
Things like "XX and XX conspired to do something bad at a certain place last night" and "XX still wets the bed at the age of sixteen"... That's so hateful! I hate it so much, but I can't do anything about it. Therefore, even though many Tianfu Sect monks have ascended to the upper realms for many years, they still grit their teeth when they mention it. Not only that, this Fu Pen Spirit is extremely naughty by nature. His favorite things to do on weekdays, besides gossiping, are graffiti everywhere. On the wall, on the ground, in the air... Because of its profound cultivation and high rank, it does not need talisman ink and is not picky about the carrier. As long as the emotion is in place, it can write and draw anywhere. And, as long as it wishes, as long as it lives, the things it writes will neither fade nor fall away. With just a stroke of his power, he made the Tianfu Sect's mountain gate the most unique one among the nine sects and eighteen schools. Anyone who mentions it has to praise it as awesome. Not only that, the pen's attainments in talisman arrays are incredibly high. There are at least hundreds of Divine Transformation monks in the history of Tianfu Sect who were walking on the road peacefully but suddenly fell down and got bruised and battered. There is no one who is not annoyed by it. But this is our own Fu Bi Patriarch, who exists like a mascot. Sometimes when people encounter difficulties in their practice, they go to ask it. If they are in a good mood when they meet it, they can get guidance. Therefore, no matter how annoying it is, no one really dares to do anything to it. It wandered around the sect all day long with nothing to do. It knew about Wei Wenxin before he arrived. When she entered the Tianfu Sect, she was brought to the guest house by Qiu Tianlu and settled down. As soon as she entered the door, she found many cute little people painted on the outer wall. Looking carefully, I saw that the little man could dance, and he was dancing the famous welcoming dance of the Tianfu Sect. Wei Wenxin couldn't help but smile from the bottom of his heart at that time. She had a very good relationship with her own immortal sword ancestors, and naturally had no prejudice against weapon cultivators. Seeing these, she only felt happy, but not annoyed. Knowing that it was the talisman pen spirit welcoming her, she bowed to the air as a junior and said, "Thank you, senior."
The talisman pen spirit only hid on the roof and did not show up, but the next day everyone in the Tianfu Sect discovered that the painting on the large white wall in a secret place on the north wall of the library had been replaced. Those who know it know that it will only run to this secret corner to cheer itself up when it is in a good mood. Generally speaking, at times like this, the success rate will be particularly high if you ask it for advice. Wei Wenxin had just arrived and didn't know any of this. When she was planting the enlightenment tea and guarding the tea tree, the talisman pen spirit came to her. The sect had invited it many times before to set up the Enlightenment Tea formation, but it never came. Finally, no one invited it, but it came on its own. After arriving, he didn't care about the enlightenment tea, but flew around Wei Wenxin. Sometimes he was afraid that she would be cold, so he quietly set up a warm wind array for her. Sometimes he was afraid that she would be thirsty, so he drew a water-gathering talisman in the air and pushed a glass of water in front of her. Seeing that Wei Wenxin was concentrating on staring at the tea tree and had no time to pay attention to it, it did not make a noise, but just hovered nearby, like a half-arm-long firewood stick, motionless. This talisman pen is very old. Because its tip grows by itself, it has not become bald over the years, but the traces left by the years are still there. The pen body is dark brown, the tip is white, and the tip fades to yellow. It looks ordinary, but it does things very efficiently. Wudaocha had just arrived at the new place and was not used to it. He ran into trouble several times. Before Wei Wenxin could ask people to set up the formation, the talisman pen spirit came on its own. After spending more than half a month together, the Fu Bi Jing became so familiar with Wei Wenxin that he could even come and sneak through her window in the middle of the night. If a person were practicing, there might be some moral concerns about doing so, but with a pen, there is no psychological barrier at all. When Wei Wenxin heard it crying out in pain, he bent down, picked it up and put it on the table. There was a tray on the table, on which was a soft cushion stuffed with white fur, and on the cushion there was a piece of wood with a depression in the middle. The talisman pen was placed in a tray, leaning against a wooden shelf, with the tip of the pen facing up and the stem facing down. This is the chair that Wei Wenxin specially prepared for this new friend. Very hospitable too. "Senior Fu, I have time tonight. Are you ready?" The reason why this talisman pen spirit came over and tried to please her in various ways was just to ask her for help in repairing the body of the talisman pen. Regardless of whether it is a fairy weapon or a magic weapon, after it is refined, it will wear out as it is used. This wear and tear does not only refer to external wear and tear, but also damage to the internal spiritual patterns. There is no need to elaborate on external wear and tear, but the damage to the internal spiritual patterns refers to the situation where the magic weapon has been used for a long time. Due to different personal habits, the spiritual patterns are worn out, and many impurities are stuck on the spiritual patterns, so that the spiritual power no longer flows smoothly. The reason is simple. Not everyone has pure spiritual power in their body. When injected into magic weapons, impurities will remain and need to be cleared to maintain the water level. These problems require the refiner to carefully repair them so that the magic weapon can be used for a long time. Not every weapon refiner in this world is good at refining weapons. Some weapon refiners even specialize in repairs. Wei Wenxin was not actually very good at this when she was a child, because she possessed the Heavenly Fire, and she could melt materials that other low-level disciples could not burn as long as she had patience.
After the group of immortal sword ancestors in the sword tomb discovered this, they would often ask her for help to replace a gem or fill a gap. Over time, she became quite experienced in this area. So as soon as Fu Bijing showed a little bit of his intention, she agreed. Fu Bijing rolled over awkwardly, and the soft tip of the pen shook, looking a little shy: [Hey, I heard that you had a very bad fever that day. Did it hurt when you were burning...?] Wei Wenxin had never been refined by herself, so she didn't know. So she called out the Burning Heaven Sword and asked it: "Senior wants to repair it, but he is worried that my Heavenly Fire is too strong and will hurt it..." Before she could finish her words, the upright Fentian couldn't stand it anymore. "Where did such a hypocritical old man come from! I won't burn your soul, but when did a pen feel pain?" After cursing, he "whoosh" and went back into Wei Wenxin's dantian. Wei Wenxin was dumbfounded. His face quickly turned red, and his words became incoherent: "Senior, I, I..." [Ahem, it's okay, it's okay, children are all like this. ] Then Fentian came out again: [You are the child! Don’t talk about me in this tone again! Got it?! My name is Fentian! ] Even your own sword spirit cannot be killed. Wei Wenxin was also shameless and forcibly changed the subject: "Senior Fu, what are your requests? Let's discuss it." The owner of the Talisman Pen Jing had died long ago. As an ownerless and penniless immortal weapon, it was not easy to repair it. Firstly, it requires materials, which are very expensive. Secondly, if you want to make a magic weapon, the weapon refiner must have superb skills. Thirdly, the weapon must be someone it trusts. The material is fine. It has a long history and anyone who has it will be given to you. As for trust, after such a long period of time together, and having read countless people with his talisman pen, he also knows that Wei Wenxin is trustworthy. It’s this issue of level that makes Fu Bijing a little worried. [The array patterns in my body are extremely complex, I hope you can pay more attention. ] Fearing that Wei Wenxin might not take it seriously, it emphasized: [Maybe after the repair is completed, you can learn a lot.] Wei Wenxin hadn't expected this, but after hearing what it said, she still perfunctorily expressed her expectations: "Yes, yes, senior, please give me a chance to get to know you better." Fu Bijing nodded modestly, indicating her agreement. Wei Wenxin then picked it up and started to get busy. Today is White Dew. When the breeze comes, white dew appears.
This is the third solar term in autumn. The air seems to be different from that in the hot summer. I have been having poor sleep recently and always suffer from insomnia. I walked back and forth barefoot in the house for two hours last night. I was extremely tired, but I couldn’t fall asleep. There are many lights outside the window. In the eyes of the four-eyed dog, they are hazy, very dreamy and beautiful. There was a shower in the middle of the night, and the night breeze was slightly cool, which was also suitable for cooling off. I thought a lot. Eight out of ten things in the world are not as we wish, and you really can’t force it. Life is so short, let her live it the way she wants! From now on, I will not give a penny except for the money for medical treatment. If you insist on gambling with the money for her medical treatment, I will choose the cheapest cemetery for her so that she can greet her last moment peacefully. Because my father passed away early and my grandparents also passed away long ago, I cherish her very much, even though she has a lot of problems. This decision is not easy to make. I am a little depressed, but I will get over it soon. Have a nice weekend, I say to myself and to you. (End of this chapter)