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Chapter 73 71. Xiao Li Xuezheng: This disciple is really filthy
Passage
past life relic
The former has more than doubled the space?Just imagine that in a small entrance, there may be a space about the size of this world hidden. Isn't this the heavens?

But it is different from the heavens, because the heavens are an open world that exists in "the same space, at the same time", while the death scene is a closed world in "different spaces, even different times".

A relic from a previous life, this is simply a bug.

According to Xiao Li Xuezheng, as long as he uses it, he can recover part of his previous strength, or even all his strength.

It's like an ant crawling on the ground suddenly turned into a beast.

Since such a thing exists, I still have to be extra careful.

"Thank you, teacher, for your enlightenment."

Xia Yan replied respectfully.

This information is very useful to him.

Seeing his cautious look, Xiao Li Xuezheng smiled and said, "Bai'er, you don't need to worry too much.

The relics of the previous life are not common goods. There are very few existences that can leave a brilliant name in history, and even fewer are lucky enough to turn into death. "

Xia Yan asked: "Would it be that people in this world will never know the existence of the Death Realm?"

Xiao Li Xuezheng was silent for a while, shook his head and said: "There is no deviation, it seems to be destined.

People in this life will always receive some kind of inspiration, and when they go to the death state, he may accidentally die halfway, but he will never be unaware of the existence of the death state.

However, even if one obtains the relics of the previous life, no one in this life will use them recklessly.

Because every time it is used, it will make the invasion of the previous life deeper. If it is used recklessly, then he will soon fall into a deep sleep, and thus completely become another person, that is, the him in the previous life. "

Xia Yan said silently in his heart: Then this is enough.
It is enough to completely rewrite the ending if the bottom of the pressure box is sacrificed at the critical moment of the fierce battle.

He suddenly remembered that day when the queen took him out of the palace, Bai Suli didn't seem to follow.

Although the dark factory is powerful, doesn't the prince have much power?

In order to avoid the expansion of the war, it is necessary to be quick, precise and ruthless.

Therefore, the queen carried out the "beheading" plan for the prince.

And the beheaded person should be Bai Suli.

Xia Yan couldn't help thinking of sneaking into the imperial dining room with Bai Ma to eat noodles together, and thinking of how Bai Ma took care of him every day, he was a little dazed.
In this world, who is not a tiger?
"There's too much gossip, Bai'er, follow me to practice calligraphy."

Xiao Li Xuezheng didn't say anything, and gave him a pen and paper.

Xia Yan asked: "Is that so?"

Xiao Li Xuezheng looked at him with a smile, "Let me see your background."

In the view of this Xuezheng, there is another expert hidden behind the crown prince, and it was that expert who taught him the characters on the [Dongshou Poster], sonorous and powerful, like a warrior's muscles and bones, changing the weak demeanor of a scribe.

Xia Yan studied ink, took a pen, thought for a while, and wrote the song "Now the dust is gone, and the light is shining, shining through the green mountains and thousands of flowers" just now.

The brush strokes are strong, three points into the paper, this is the facial features and willow tendons of the previous life, and it is also the handwriting that he has worked hard for nearly ten years.

He has nothing to hide, because he feels that his handwriting is actually still at the stage of "copying", and he has not won any masters. Even if he participated in the calligraphy competition in his previous life, he still belongs to the category that could not win prizes.

It was just a coincidence, and I was greedy for the cheapness of "there is no such word in this world".

Those who have not joined the master may be shocked by his words, but Li Yiqing, a master of literature and Taoism, may not be.

Sure enough, Xiao Li Xue was silently watching him write, and said strangely: "It seems that the gentleman didn't teach you anything, but let you practice this calligraphy day after day?

He was afraid of affecting you, so he didn't teach you deeper things.

He has high hopes for you, and wants you to be proud of the appearance and realize a style of brushwork on your own without falling under his framework.

But why doesn't he even teach you about God?
Seeing the gods with the form, seeing the form with the spirit, and then you can have your own brushwork. Could it be that this gentleman has some other idea? "

Xia Yan felt a little confused.

What to teach his sir?

After thinking for a while, he caught up with Xiao Li Xuezheng's brain supplement.

He smiled wryly in his heart. It seems that Mr. Li saw that he did not create the characters with facial features and tendons, so he suspected that there was a teacher teaching behind him, but he also had doubts about this gentleman's teaching methods.

Xiao Li Xuezheng frowned and pondered, paced back and forth, with a thoughtful look on his face, then stopped in front of him, looked at his writing, and said after a while: "Full of imagery, vigorous and vigorous, it's a good frame , it’s just that God is missing, why?”

Xia Yan: .
Why else?

I just copy and practice calligraphy.
However, he kept his expression still and let Xiao Li learn to make up his mind.

At this time, pretending to be smart, making up random reasons, talking about dreaming, talking about meeting an expert by chance, do you really think others are stupid?

It is better to let the other party make up their own brains.

Respond to all changes with the same, say less and make less mistakes.

After a long time, Xiao Li Xuezheng suddenly stopped, showing a dazed look.

Xia Yan breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that Teacher Li has finally made up his mind
Xiao Li Xuezheng's eyes glowed, and he said: "I understand, the teacher before you gave you a body, but he hoped that this body could be filled with your own god.

He is waiting for you to be enlightened, because he has taken a fancy to your heart, and he hopes that your handwriting can be written in the style of an emperor, because only the essence of an emperor can fill this already strong body. "

Xia Yan: .
realized.

Did the person who "bought a copybook priced at more than ten yuan from the Internet" think so?
Good morning, Mr. Li.

Xiao Li Xuezheng was holding his arms and sleeves down, turned around in a hurry, rummaged through the shelf in the study, stepped on his feet and took down an ancient book, dusted it off, put it in front of Xia Yan, and said: "This book [Wenmo Zhixin] ], it’s an ancient book, maybe what you lack, Bai’er, is not the teachings of others, but to find your own spirit.”

"so."

Xiao Li Xuezheng pointed to the bookcase full of books, "You don't need to learn these."

Xia Yan: .
He took the book [Wen Mo Zhi Xin] with both hands, and said: "Thank you, teacher."

Xiao Li Xuezheng smiled and said: "You are different from other students. They need me to lead you on the road, but you are already on a road I am not familiar with. I can only guide you based on my experience. As for how to go, it is still up to you." You do it yourself. Come to think of it, this is what your former teacher expected of you."

Xia Yan nodded.

That's fine, he was only planning to use the academy as a "dining hall". As for putting aside his martial arts practice and spending time on Wen Dao, he wouldn't do that.

So, he opened this ancient book [Wearing Ink and Knowing the Mind].

What the book teaches is actually a kind of meditation, a kind of meditation. It is said that in a quiet place, with closed eyes and perception, the "mind spirit" is all in harmony with the words. If this is achieved, it is to endow the words with gods.

Then you may be able to directly step into the state of "the words of becoming a family", that is, the heavenly level of martial arts.

"Teacher, has anyone practiced this method before?" Xia Yan couldn't help asking while looking at the mysterious description in the book.

Xiao Li Xuezheng said with a smile: "It's just a theory, even the old Jijiu said that this book is a work of imagination.

But the teacher doesn't think so, so the teacher has been hiding this book.

As a teacher, I think you are an extraordinary person, Baier, perhaps this extraordinary work is just suitable for you. "

Xia Yan nodded.
Teacher Li, you are happy.

"By the way, teacher, since you know the heart after hearing ink, this disciple thinks that this ink can't be ordinary ink, at least it needs to have some ink meaning?"

Xiao Li Xuezheng:? ? ?
Xia Yan said: "Teacher, don't you have any?"

Xiao Li Xue was recovering, her small mouth inadvertently shrunk, then took out a book from her bosom, flipped through it, tore off another page, lit it, and that page instantly turned into a set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"This is Canglang pen, ice river ink, small snow paper, and Hanshan inkstone. An ancient great master watched the mountains and seas in the deep winter and came up with the idea of ​​'making pen and ink', and then recorded it in a book, and the pages of the book were accidentally circulated. to date."

Xia Yan saw that those were not ordinary, so he said again: "I think that when cultivating the mind, you need to concentrate and calm down, but it's a pity that the incense in the palace is all ordinary incense, disciple."

Xiao Li Xuezheng asked: "Do you still want to?"

Xia Yan shook his head and said: "This disciple has a long way to go. He has embarked on a path that no one else has traveled, but he has no confidence. He is afraid of losing face, teacher. So naturally he wants to go all out."

Xiao Li Xuezheng's small mouth was pursed, she flipped through the book again, tore off a page, lit it, and after a while, there was another incense burner and incense tube on the table.

Xia Yan sniffed lightly, it wasn't Fanpin.

He also said: "Wearing ink to understand the mind, how boring and daydreaming, it is inevitable to stop in the middle, if the time comes to think wildly, the disciple is afraid of getting confused. The disciple thinks that if there is more literary play, it should be able to barely make up for the disciple's insufficiency. Help disciples break through as soon as possible."

Xiao Li Xuezheng's small mouth turned into an upside-down crescent moon. She tore up the paper and lit an ethereal and mysterious black jade gourd on the table. When the mouth of the gourd was slightly opened, cold smoke wafted out of it. Make this place look like a fairyland.

In the twilight.

On the high pavilion.
Xiao Lixue was patting the railing, looking into the distance.

Li Yuexian stepped onto the stage and said with a smile: "I patted the railings all over, but no one will come, so come on. I think, Xiao Li Xuezheng, you are reluctant to part with that disciple, right?"

He walked to the front with a smile, and suddenly saw Xiao Li Xuezheng's pursed mouth, and shut up immediately.

Xiao Li Xuezheng said: "He also asked me for a set of the Four Treasures of the Study, a set of incense burner, and an ink gourd."

"Ink Gourd?" Li Yuexian said, "Could it be the Immortal Qi Gourd that is said to be written by an immortal?"

Xiao Li Xuezheng pursed his lips, nodded, and continued to pat the railing.

The turbid thing, this disciple is really a first-class turbid thing
(End of this chapter)