Linglong looked at Yang Bo, "How can I see Daowen?"

"Can you help me think of a solution?"

Yang Bo said: "The stone tablet is placed at Jiang Yukun's residence. As long as he stays at home, you may not have a chance!"

"Now that the Ji family's matter has been resolved, Jiang Yukun should turn his attention to people outside the world. Anyone who peeks at the stone tablet will be suspected!"

Linglong glared, "If I had known earlier, I should have sneaked into Ji's house secretly and peeked at the stone tablet a few times!"

"Now, the stone monument is getting closer and closer, and I have no chance."

Yang Bo thought for a while, "You wait for a while, or wait for me to copy the stone tablet and bring it to you to see!"

Bing Daozu stared at Yang Bo and frowned, "The Taoist rhyme of the copied inscription has changed a lot."

"What's more, with your strength, if you want to copy the inscription, I'm afraid it's a joke!"

Yang Bo waved his hand, "If you don't believe it, forget it."

Bing Daozu was helpless, "That's all I can do. I'll wait for you to copy it first and show it to me!"

"I'm really afraid you've led me astray!"

Yang Bo ignored the other party. He sent Bing Daozu away and patiently understood the inscription.

Yang Bo can recognize most of the words in the inscriptions and can even copy most of the inscriptions, but it is still very difficult to truly understand.ωωw..net

Next, he will focus most of his energy on the inscription.

If he could understand the entire inscription, he believed it would have a great impact on his future.

Yang Bo sat at his desk, holding a talisman pen and trying his best to copy out the first Taoist text.

I imagined the inscription in my mind, and Yang Bo's writing followed it, with iron paintings and silver hooks.

Before the Taoist text appeared, there was a faint light on the paper. As Yang Bo drew the talisman in his hand, the light of the Taoist text became more and more intense.

The Taoist text is dazzling and seems to have infinite Taoist rhyme flowing out from the paper.

The talisman pen in Yang Bo's hand became increasingly difficult and his movements became slower and slower. There seemed to be a majestic force preventing him from completing the writing of the Taoist text.

"Crack!"

The talisman pen in Yang Bo's hand suddenly broke, the pen and ink scattered on the paper, the Taoist text dissipated, and the Taoist rhyme disappeared.

Yang Bo's eyes widened, because in front of him, the unfinished Taoist text was blurred, and the traces of the writing could no longer be seen clearly.

Yang Bo was shocked. He vaguely felt that Daowen might be more mysterious than he thought.

Next, Yang Bo thought for a while and took out a piece of talisman paper.

This talisman paper is made of endless wood, which is the ninth-grade spiritual wood. It is the strongest spiritual wood in the world. Only the talisman made from the ninth-grade spiritual wood can carry the power of the Dao Ancestor Realm.

The talisman in Yang Bo's hand was made by Yaochi with great pains. Originally, he planned to ask Tao Ancestor to help draw a Tao Ancestor talisman to protect himself.

Since ordinary paper cannot carry the power of Dao Wen, this kind of high-grade talisman paper should be able to carry it.

Yang Bo planned to write a sermon on this talisman paper.

Although Yang Bo had memorized most of the Dao Wen, he vaguely felt that as time went by, his memory of the Dao Wen was gradually fading. This was something that had never happened before.

You know, Yang Bo has been able to remember everything since he had the brilliance in his eyes, but now he is forgetting part of his memory. This is really shocking.

This kind of forgetfulness is silent, as if you have stolen the Tao Yun and been taken back by Heaven.

Yang Bo wanted to use a talisman pen to completely burn down his memory of Tao Yun. Only in this way could he truly master it.

After swallowing a pill, his spiritual power gradually returned to its peak.

Yang Bo took out a Ziyang Pill and put it in his mouth in case of emergency.

Then, Yang Bo lit the Jingshen Incense again, and the incense mist filled him with tranquility.

Yang Bo changed to a talisman pen made from the branches of the purple bamboo ancestral tree. He dipped it in talisman ink made from the bone glue of the sea demon beasts in the Sendai realm, and then started to write.

Yang Bo moved slowly, the pen and ink slowly moved, and Taoist texts gradually appeared on the talisman paper.

The talisman paper made from the purple bamboo ancestral tree gradually became brighter. As the Taoist text gradually formed, the talisman paper became brighter and brighter, and the light became more and more brilliant.

Yang Bo stared at the talisman paper, and his movements became more and more cautious, for fear that the talisman pen would break again.

After writing most of the Taoist text, Yang Bo felt as if a big mountain was pressing on his hand. Every time he moved, he felt strong pressure.

This mountain seems to be crushing the talisman pen, but fortunately, the purple bamboo ancestral tree is a ninth-grade spiritual tree and can withstand enough pressure.

As the Taoist text gradually formed, a lot of sweat broke out on Yang Bo's head, and the sweat dripped on the talisman paper.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind in the room. The wind blew open the door and windows. Books and papers in the room flew up. Only the talisman paper in front of Yang Bo did not move at all.

The book hit Yang Bo's face, ink was splashed over, but Yang Bo didn't even move.

However, Yang Bo couldn't move the talisman pen in his hand, because every time he moved a little, he had to expend a lot of spiritual power. The majestic spiritual power was poured into the talisman pen, and the talisman pen could only move one point.

Yang Bo's spiritual power was about to be exhausted. He swallowed the Ziyang Pill and his spiritual power was instantly replenished.

Finally, Yang Bo felt that his writing was complete, so he relaxed and put away his writing brush.

The brilliance of the Taoist text in front of me was restrained, the room became quiet, and there was an invisible Taoist rhyme flowing.

Yang Bo sat on the chair, completely paralyzed.

The process of drawing Dao Wen was short, but for Yang Bo, it was very long.

The spiritual power in his body was exhausted, and his whole body was sore. Just a moment ago, he performed violent output.

Yang Bo's movement here alarmed Linglong and Shui Qingqian. The two women rushed over in a hurry and were surprised to see the mess all over the study room.

Shui Qingqian jumped over lightly, "Master, are you okay?"

Yang Bo waved his hand, "It's okay, you guys clean up first."

Linglong stood aside. Her eyes suddenly fell on the desk in front of Yang Bo. She stared at the tadpole-like words on the talisman paper.

This is Dao Wen!

Yang Bo really wrote a Taoist article!

Linglong rushed forward. She stretched out her hand to pick up Daowen, but she couldn't pick it up. She was used to hiding her cultivation. The talisman was as heavy as a mountain. She couldn't move it.

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Shui Qingqian didn't understand this, so she started cleaning the room.

Shui Qingqian moved very quickly. She could reach out and put the book back in place with just one finger.

Soon, everything in the room was cleared. Shui Qingqian looked up and saw Linglong staring at the talisman in a daze, as if she had seen a treasure.

Yang Bo waved and Shui Qingqian walked over quickly.

Yang Bo pointed at the talisman and said, "This is a very important thing. You can understand it with the maid!"

"This is a benefit I give you, please don't tell anyone!"
Chapter completed!