Master National Teacher is motionless

Chapter 51 The Grace of Reconstruction

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"...This is all the secrets of cultivating the supernatural powers of "Only My True Body"."

After finishing speaking in one breath, Mo Jinhuan exhaled slowly, then looked at Lin Lan who was thinking thoughtfully, and asked: "Brother Lin, if there is still something unclear, it's okay, I'll write it down for you later. You send it over."

"No, I've written it down verbatim." Lin Lan said casually.

Just now he deliberately entered the state of tranquility, and his thinking speed, memory, and comprehension have all been greatly improved. Naturally, after listening to it once, all of them are engraved in his mind.

"……That's good."

Mo Jinhuan was a little speechless.

Thousands of words of content and tricks can be memorized word for word after listening to it once. With such a terrifying memory, did you say that your memory is not good just now?
"However, I want to remind Brother Lin." Mo Jinhuan said helplessly: "I'm passing on my supernatural powers to you privately. If Brother Lin doesn't want to serve in the military, it's best not to use the method of only my true body. If you are found out, you will have to go to the Fengtian Army to serve in the military. This rule was set by the commander-in-chief, and there is nothing I can do about it."

"Okay, I see." Lin Lan hummed.

Anyway, he practiced the solipsistic body to strengthen his body, and he may not be able to reach this point after enduring the pressure brought by supernatural powers.

Moreover, after the matter is settled, it doesn't matter if you go to serve in the military for a year.

"Then... can brother Lin help me complete the poem now?" Mo Jinhuan couldn't help asking.

"Small things." Lin Lan nodded slightly, "Mo Jiaoyu can prepare, if there are any poems that need my help to complete, just ask me when you are ready."

"Thank you so much."

Mo Jinhuan bowed his hands gratefully, and then said: "However, there are about twenty poems that need to be completed here. Brother Lin may still have completely lost poems. Can you record them all?"

"I can't remember the rest for the time being." Lin Lan said with a half-smile, "Besides, didn't Mo Jiaoyu just ask me to help complete the poem?"

I can't remember it again... Mo Jinhuan felt helpless, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Well, as long as Brother Lin helps to complete the next twenty or so poems, we can also record ten more lost poems. I am willing to lend Brother Lin the artistic conception map of "Only My True Body" supernatural powers."

"Imagination map of artistic conception?" Lin Lan looked at him.

Mo Jinhuan explained: "Normally speaking, if you want to experience the artistic conception of the only one's true body, you need to continue to practice the '36 styles of the only one's true body' in order to realize that trace of artistic conception, but with the help of the artistic conception map, it will be easy a lot of."

Lin Lan was stunned.

The swordsmanship he has learned now, "Using Qi to Control Soldiers", as well as Mo Tianshi's "All Laws Return to One", all have visualization pictures.

But the "Only My True Body" taught by Mo Jinhuan just now did not have a visualization map.

Because the visualization diagrams are more precious, it takes a person who has mastered the artistic conception of supernatural powers and expends a lot of mind and mana to make a visualization diagram, so not all practitioners can get the visualization diagram.

In the quarterly exams for the students of the Academy, the cultivation resources for ranking are mainly the right to use pills and visualization maps.

"Then thank you Mo Jiaoyu." Lin Lan cupped his hands.

"Should be."

Mo Jinhuan waved his hand, and then asked expectantly: "Then...brother Lin, shall we start now?"

"Okay." Lin Lan nodded slightly.

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After more than half an hour has passed.

It wasn't until the sky had completely darkened that Fan Qingyao pushed Lin Lan out of her small courtyard after Mo Jinhuan reluctantly sent her off.

Walking on the bluestone road of the Jingxinyuan, Fan Qingyao couldn't help muttering: "Young master, this Mo Jiaoyu is really crazy about poetry. I think if you stay a little longer and come up with a few more poems, he probably won't be able to read them." I have to steal the heirloom for you."

"The bottle of True Blood Spirit Pill is ready." Lin Lan said casually, "When I start to practice My True Body, I will take one every three days."

"understood."

Fan Qingyao nodded, and then sighed: "However, I didn't expect you, my lord, to know so many poems of the first national teacher, and you also know the music scores of the first national teacher and the qin sage. You are really well-known and memorized."

Lin Lan didn't say anything.

Just now, after he easily completed Mo Jinhuan's twenty or so incomplete poems, he dictated ten poems at will for the other party to write down.

Mo Jinhuan suspected that he knew more, gritted his teeth, and took out the true blood elixir specially given to him by the commander of the Fengtian Army to seduce him, saying that it would be of great benefit to the practice of self-identity. He read ten more poems and let him go because he really had nothing to give, but he obviously knew that he still had a lot of 'in stock'.

When this Young Marshal Mo has something new, he will probably come to him again.

Lin Lan naturally didn't care.

Anyway, it was something that had already been copied by the first national teacher, so he just used it for the second time.

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Time passed quickly during the practice, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past three days, the poetry world in Chonghua City has gradually set off a wave. From the small bookstores on the street, to the Imperial College and even the Imperial Study Room of His Majesty today, copybooks or copybooks of poems have begun to circulate. Calligraphy for everyone in the calligraphy world.

One after another, the masterpieces of poets 800 years ago began to be widely circulated in Chonghua City and even the entire Jingzhou.

As young as a private schoolboy, as big as Taifu Hongru, and even your majesty, as long as they are lovers of poetry, without exception, they all began to appreciate and read these poems that have been lost for many years.

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Chonghua Academy.

Meditation house.

In the wine attic.

"Old Qi, have you found the source of these poems?"

Pavilion Master Yue, who was always calm and unrestrained, looked at Jian Cheng a little nervously and excitedly, with uncontrollable anticipation in his eyes.

Jiancheng smiled helplessly: "Master Yue Pavilion, I had someone search the clues of these poems for two days before I found out that these poems came from our school."

"What?" Pavilion Master Yue couldn't help being startled, "The source is our school?"

"It's the son of the Taishi family, that young commander Mo Jinhuan passed it on." Jian Cheng shook his head and smiled, "I asked him just now, but he told me that these poems were just relayed by him for others. That's all."

"who is it?"

Pavilion Master Yue couldn't help urging: "Mr. Qi, don't be a fool, you know how important this is to me."

"Don't worry, I asked again and again, Mo Jinhuan only told me, you don't know how much talk I gave up, and I promised Renzong's future and various benefits, Mo Jinhuan only opened my mouth, really..."

Jian Cheng babbled on purpose, satisfying Pavilion Master Yue's appetite, seeing that the other party started to take out his magic brushes, he coughed and said, "Okay, okay, let me tell you, these poems The source... is actually that Mr. Lin Lan."

"Lin Lan?" Yue Pavilion Master was slightly taken aback.

Immediately, he suddenly said: "That's true. In the catastrophe of burning the city 360 years ago, the sky fire almost burned down half of Chonghua City, and [-]% of many files and documents were destroyed. Dayu was in the midst of war again. The eternal song has almost been completely lost, except for those who have been reincarnated hundreds of years ago, who can still remember these poems?"

Jian Cheng couldn't help but nodded and said: "So, this Mr. Lin Lan is at least a big shot before the sky burns the city?"

"That's what I think."

Pavilion Master Yue nodded slightly, "According to what you said, his talent is so terrifying, he must be a big shot before he was reincarnated, and he is so good at cultivating supernatural powers, maybe...he is really the reincarnation of a saint from our Renzong ? It’s just that he’s so unfamiliar with my Renzong, maybe he’s some other big shot, or he’s just pretending not to remember?”

Jiancheng smiled, and sighed softly: "He is still willing to worship our Renzong when our Renzong building is about to collapse. This sincerity alone is worth my sincerity."

Pavilion Master Yue was silent for a while, and said: "I don't know, how many poems of Master Shengshi does he remember?"

"It should be a lot."

Jian Cheng said: "Mo Jinhuan said that this Mr. Lin Lan exchanged his poems for the magic power of "Only My True Body" because he didn't want to serve in the Fengtian Army. At that time, he easily recited dozens of poems. And there are still many things that have not been said.”

"I don't want to serve in the military..." Pavilion Master Yue pondered for a while, but suddenly said: "Old Qi, tell me... Could it be that he did it on purpose?"

"On purpose?" Jian Cheng asked suspiciously.

"Think about it."

Pavilion Master Yue narrowed his eyes and said softly: "A few days ago, he met me in person. Since he is the reincarnation of a great man and is good at cultivating Renzong's supernatural powers, he should be able to tell that the calligraphy supernatural powers I practice are the best at present. What is missing is the fame and talent brought by these poems, and within a few days, he suddenly spread so many poems, so coincidental and accurate, no matter how you look at it, it seems that he is deliberately helping me..."

"It's true when you say that." Jian Cheng also nodded slightly.

Pavilion Master Yue said again: "It's not a bad thing to go to the Fengtian Army for one year's military service. He deliberately avoided it. Perhaps it was really because of laziness, but it can't be just such a simple reason."

Jian Cheng also sighed: "It is true."

"Anyway, what he did this time has a great impact on my book pavilion, and it can be called the grace of rebuilding."

Pavilion Master Yue took a deep breath and said: "I have to thank him face to face, and maybe I can get more poems. This is my opportunity to go further and practice great supernatural powers."

His eyes gradually became blazing, "As long as I can go one step further, I have the hope of winning the position of the national teacher and keeping my Renzong's position as the national religion..."

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PS:

There are so many people arguing about the plot of the snake demon...

I just want to say one thing, as the author, I know all the plot and characters in advance, so I wrote the plot according to complete logic.

The places you think are unreasonable, such as the mirror illusion and the place where the master of the pavilion, are just foreshadowing or appearance. I have already started to foreshadow dozens of chapters ago, and even the ending of the protagonist has already been hinted.

This detailed outline has been polished many times. In fact, I have written as much as possible and put it away as much as possible. When all the plots are out, don’t scold me for writing Dream Snake too badly...

And I have obsessive-compulsive disorder in writing, and I don't think it's reasonable, so I can't write. (Don't slap your face if you find it unreasonable...)
Just purple.

The update starts at [-] o'clock today, let's count the votes!
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