Silver sand is a magical spiritual object of heaven and earth. It is a companion of the silver iron of the sky. It is also called star sand. It can gather star power and has good cohesion on the vitality of heaven and earth. New...

Therefore, in ancient times, silver sand was developed into ink by immortal monks and used to draw talismans to control the power of stars. For today's weapon refiners, silver sand is also a good auxiliary material for weapon refining, and is used in many places.

However, this kind of spiritual object is not very precious, and its natural output is already quite large. Moreover, after the weapon refiner has the seven souls to return to the realm, he can directly gather the star power and condense it into silver sand without mining the silver iron of the sky. Some sects related to stars can even gather stars and become sand in the central realm.

However, although Yinsha is spiritual, it is the first time Zhou Cheng has seen such a thing as becoming a demon and a spirit, and he has never even heard of it before.

"Are you a monster that is transformed into a spirit by the silver sandmon? " Zhou Cheng looked at the old man who was only the size of a thumb with interest and asked, "Do you know what happened in this heaven?"

When the old man heard this, he felt like he was lit with explosives. He jumped up in anger and shouted sternly: "What a monster! I am the emperor's pen fairy! I am ignorant, and I don't even recognize me! I should retreat quickly, don't dirty my eyes anymore!"

Zhou Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly. Under his spiritual sense, he always felt that the old man's aura was a little familiar, but he was not sure, so he continued, "Oh? The Emperor of Heaven's Immortal's Pen? I've never heard of such a god position."

"The emperor of heaven is the emperor, what is the throne!" The old man raised his head slightly, looked at Zhou Cheng with contempt, and said, "In the past, even the gods in the heavenly court had to give in to me when they saw me. You kid don't know, you are really shallow and hopeless!"

The gods in the heavenly court should also give in to the courtesy? Zhou Cheng looked at the old man with his eyes, as if he was thinking about the authenticity of his words.

"What do you mean is that you have lived from the age of Heaven to the present?" Zhou Cheng turned his eyes and approached the old man and said, "Senior, since he can exist for so long, he must be knowledgeable and knows a lot of secrets?"

"That's natural. I have lived for a long time and it's not something you, a child like a yellow-mouthed, can imagine. I naturally know a lot about this ancient secret. And I often stayed with the Emperor of Heaven back then. I also know a lot about the various secret treasures in the world. There are even many peerless martial arts with powerful inheritance. I also know very well." The old man said proudly for a long time, then glanced at Zhou Cheng and said, "But don't think I will tell you. You blaspheme the Emperor of Heaven and do not respect me. I will not tell you."

"Since that's the case, that's really a pity." Zhou Cheng shook his head, with a disappointed expression. Then he bowed his hands and turned around and left.

Seeing this, the old man almost glared out his eyes, his long white eyebrows kept beating, and flew to Zhou Cheng with a whoosh and shouted: "You want to leave!? Why do you want to leave? How can you leave? Are you not curious about those ancient secrets? Don't you want those secret treasures? There are peerless martial arts, don't you want them?"

Zhou Cheng stopped, looked at the old man with a smile, and said, "Senior, don't you want to say it? Don't you tell me?"

"You!" The old man glared at Zhou Cheng and was silent for a while. He said, "It's not that I can't tell you, but you have to promise me a condition."

"What conditions?" Zhou Cheng's spiritual sense had locked the old man, paying attention to all his expression changes.

This little old man is in a spiritual state, but his nature is special but not like a soul. His mind power is like a wisp of electric arcs, and Zhou Cheng felt that his spiritual sense was like facing thunder.

The power of stars and the power of thunder are completely incompatible. How can this monster transformed by silver sand and ink have the attribute of thunder? This is completely unreasonable.

The little old man's eyes were bright and he thought to himself that since he did not leave, it means he was greedy. He was greedy for the treasures I mentioned, hey, if you have greed, if you have greed, you won't be afraid that you won't take the bait!

"You don't need to know what the conditions are, just say whether you agree or not." Seeing that Zhou Cheng did not refuse directly, the old man felt that he had something in his heart and immediately stopped being polite.

"Then say goodbye!" Zhou Chengliu bowed his hand and turned around and left.

"Hey hey! Why are you so impatient?" The old man flew over quickly, swaying in front of Zhou Cheng, and said, "Okay, okay, I said, I said, actually my conditions are very simple, and it's just a small task for you."

In desperation, the old man's claim turned into "me". Zhou Cheng's expression remained unchanged and he said in a deep voice: "Say."

"Actually, it's just a small request." The old man touched his arms, took out an inkstone, and trembled it and turned it bigger and floated in the air, saying, "This is the treasure inkstone used by the Emperor of Heaven... There is also some silver sand ink inside. I hope you can use this 'Xuanling Yuncang Pen' to dip it in silver sand ink and write a word."

"Just write one word? What word?" Zhou Cheng looked at the inkstone and found that it was filled with spiritual light and intertwined with principles. It was indeed a rare treasure. If it was judged by current standards, it could be regarded as a sixth-level magical artifact.

"Spirit, you just need to write the word "Spirit", and then I will tell you all the ancient secrets, secret realms, and all the skills I know!" The old man looked at Zhou Cheng with anticipation, without any arrogance and arrogance he had just now.

"It sounds really cost-effective to get so much by writing a word." Zhou Cheng held the 'Xuanling Yuncang Pen' in his hand and said, "I wonder what you want me to write the 'Ling' word, what do you want me to do?"

The old man looked lonely and sighed and said, "Since the disappearance of the Emperor of Heaven, no one has ever written any words with me. After all, I am a pen fairy, and I cannot help but feel depressed. When I see you this time, I want you to write a word and find the feeling of the past. The word "ling" is also the name of my original "Xuanling Yuncang Bi". I hope the Taoist can achieve it."

"Haha, so that's it." Zhou Cheng smiled, took the inkstone, dipped it in silver sand and ink, and said, "Actually, I still have some doubts in my heart, and I hope my senior will answer."

"Confused?" the old man frowned slightly and said, "What doubt?"

Zhou Cheng looked at the old man and smiled and said, "Since the predecessors were from the age of Heaven, why did they call that era the ancient times? As you said, since you fell from heaven, you have never seen others and will not know the changes in the world. Why did you call the era in which you live in the ancient times?"
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