Chapter 68 Pen Repair
The flying boat flew for another ten days and arrived at Mount Daying.

During these ten days, Jiang Lisheng hadn't seen Wei Qinglan. Shan Gao no longer had to get off the flying boat to get things from the mountain. The flying boat didn't stop, and Wei Qinglan didn't leave the room.

Jiang Lisheng suspected that he was practicing behind closed doors.

She was bored when she was alone, so she learned to follow the rules of ordinary people, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, going to bed early and getting up early, very regular. She had no spiritual power, but it was not that she could not do anything, so she took out a pen from her storage bag and practiced calligraphy every day to pass the time.

Her handwriting was crooked and looked like a dog's crawling, which Shan Gao disliked very much.

It looked at it with disdain, "The handwriting of a three-year-old child is better than yours. How can you write such ugly words with such a serious look on your face?"

Jiang Li snorted, "What do you know?"

Shan Gao looked left and right. It was just mortal words. How could it not understand? "Your handwriting is words, right? Let's call it words for now. But you should write it more beautifully. With your lousy handwriting, you have written one after another, but I can't see any difference. You have been writing for ten days but there is no improvement. I really don't understand why you are wasting your time. Can't you go back to sleep?"

She gets up early and goes to bed early, so the cat follows her regular schedule.

"Although what I write are words, what I practice is the pen, the pen used by pen cultivators." Jiang Lisheng had an expression that said, "You really don't know what's good." "You know pen cultivators, right? They are the very powerful ones who can kill a person with one word and one soul with one stroke. With the Qianqiu pen in hand, I have everything in the world."

Shan Gao was surprised, "You can also repair the pen?"

"Yeah, I'm awesome, right? I can do everything." Jiang Lisheng said proudly.

Shan Gao carefully looked at the words on the table, then looked at her, and after a long while he managed to utter, "Don't insult the pen cultivator. Your handwriting is so shabby that it doesn't seem to have any murderous aura. You want to kill a person with one word and a soul with one stroke? Don't dream on."

Jiang Li was so angry that he threw his pen, "What's wrong with you? Do you still want some snacks? You're out of snacks today!"

Shan Gao was frightened and quickly changed his words, "You can also practice the pen, that's amazing, if you keep practicing, sooner or later you will become the pen practitioner you mentioned. With the Qianqiu pen in hand, you have everything, you have it and I have it too, we both have it, the rich have it."

"Humph!" Jiang Lisheng turned his head away, "Stop saying those sweet words."

Mountain ointment: “…”

What else can it say? If it makes her unhappy, all the snacks will be gone. Isn't it just saying one thing and thinking another?

When Wei Qinglan opened the door of the room, she saw Jiang Li's pouting face and Shan Gao, who were surrounding her with a flattering look on their faces and saying nice things to her non-stop. But she ignored them and looked very angry.

Who would have thought that Shan Gao, who used to curse people, would now be speaking only nice words?

He stood at the door, looking at the man and the beast, feeling somewhat amused.

Hearing the noise, Jiang Lisheng turned around and saw Wei Qinglan. He tilted his head and saw that he looked very good. He couldn't help but ask, "Brother Wei, are you fully healed?"

"Yes, it's all right." Wei Qinglan nodded.

Jiang Lisheng smiled happily, "That's great!"

Her eyes lit up, and her fair little face was as bright as a peach in spring, showing that she was really happy for him. Wei Qinglan was distracted for a moment, and walked over to see the words written on the table and the pen in her hand, "I've heard that you can do everything, and it turns out you really can do everything."

Jiang Lisheng blushed, collected all the words on the table, stuffed them into the storage bag, and didn't show them to him. "I'm interested in everything, but I can't learn anything well. Especially pen cultivation, I've never written anything well, unlike alchemy, refining equipment and formations, which at least have been completed. This is just an interest."

Although she looks proud in front of Shan Gao, she is now a shy little girl and she is very self-aware.

Wei Qinglan commented, "I think it's well written. The writing of a pen cultivator is different from the writing of a mortal scholar, and it has its own way. It is difficult to cultivate the spirit power and draw the energy of heaven and earth, and it has nothing to do with the font. If you like it, then cultivate it. No one has stipulated that the writing of a pen cultivator must be beautiful. As long as you are good at writing and drawing, you can create the world, isn't that enough?"

Jiang Lisheng's eyes sparkled when he heard this, "Brother Wei, you are still good at talking."

She turned her head and glared at Shan Gao, "Look at you, you've been saying flattering words for a long time, but what are you saying? The more you say, the angrier I get. Since you can't speak, don't speak anymore in the future. You are not as smart and sensible as Senior Brother Wei."

Shan Gao felt aggrieved, "I have always only been able to scold people, and I have never learned to praise anyone. It's already good enough that I can praise them so much, and you actually despise me."

"Hmph!" Jiang Lisheng turned his head away. "When we get to the town at the foot of the mountain, I'll buy you some mortal books. If you read more, you'll be able to praise people. Do you think scolding people is a good thing? I wonder what your previous master taught you."

Shan Gao had never thought that he still needed to study after living for tens of thousands of years. He immediately became depressed and reminded her, "You seem to be able to curse people, right? In Banshi Mountain, when you met that group of people killing people and stealing treasures, you cursed that damn old man for being undead..."

Jiang Li choked up, "When you meet a bad person, you have to scold him. Anyway, I'll buy you a book, you have to read it."

Shan Gao looked at Wei Qinglan, hoping that he would say something nice to it in consideration of the fact that it listened to him and worked hard to get things.

But Wei Qinglan glanced at it and nodded in agreement, "You should read more. Reading makes you wise."

Shan Gao was about to cry and asked Jiang Lisheng, "Then will you read it?"

Jiang Lisheng answered it, "I don't need to read. I read a lot of books when I was a child, tens of thousands of volumes. Otherwise, do you think I can recognize a bad guy like you in any mountain among all the mountains and rivers in the world?"

The mountain is covered with ointment.

Jiang Lisheng felt very comfortable after receiving Wei Qinglan's encouragement. She didn't blush anymore and didn't feel ashamed anymore. She put away her pen and said ambitiously, "One day, I will become a pen cultivator." She nodded with self-affirmation and looked at Wei Qinglan, "Brother Wei, I will draw you a fairy palace by then. A fairy palace that can fly. It will be stronger than your flying boat now. It will be indestructible and can kill the bad guys who want to kill people and steal treasures in one go."

Wei Qinglan smiled, "Okay, when you succeed, don't forget it."

Shan Gaosi was lying on the ground with his back to his chest. He rolled his eyes when he heard the words. He looked unconvinced and couldn't help but said something destructive, "Don't brag. Be careful not to blow your own trumpet. Look, the cow is flying in the sky."

Jiang Li wanted to beat it up angrily, "Shut up, when I become a master, there will be no place for you."

Shan Gao didn't want any immortal palace either, and said sadly, "I hope you can live to see that day!"

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