After using three jars of water, he finally washed his body, Song Linxian changed into pajamas and entered the house, sat cross-legged on the bed and began to try to practice. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After two hours, Song Linxian opened his eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be hidden.

To say, the effect of the Gathering Spirit Grass is really good.

not only washed her marrow, but also gathered some aura in her body, although the amount of these aura is very small, but, for example, if the aura is thin today, I am afraid it will take several days to gather some aura.

It can be said that the aura gathered by the Gathering Spirit Grass is worth her days and nights of practice.

The most important thing is that her body that has been cleansed can better absorb the aura, and the speed of cultivation has also greatly increased, which saves a lot of time and energy.

After practicing all night, Song Linxian got up and looked carefully in the mirror.

found that the skin on her face was fairer, and her facial features were more delicate and transparent.

It's just that these are small differences, and you can't see them if you don't look closely.

Of course, the change of facial features will slowly intensify in the future, it should take more than a year, the change of facial features will end, when the time comes, her facial features will change greatly, become exquisite and perfect, at that time, the transformation of the body will also be completely completed, her body will be easier to absorb the aura, and the speed of cultivation will be faster.

These can be described as unexpected joys, so that Song Linxian has a good mood all day.

Today, she also helped Fang Fang buy fritters, buy vegetables and cook at noon, and saved a few dimes, in the evening, Song Linxian moved into Song De's study, and saw Song De sitting on a chair reading a book, a cup of tea was placed on the table, and the tea was still steaming, she gently picked up the tea and handed it to Song De: "Dad, drink tea." ”

Song De picked up the teacup and glanced up at Song Linxian: "Something?" ”

Song Linxian smiled: "Dad, I want to learn to write with you." ”

"How did you remember to learn words?" Song De frowned, he was very impatient to teach children to learn words.

Song Linxian took a deep breath, there was no way, for the sake of the brush, she could only hold Song De, otherwise, how could she, a Fu Dao master, look at Song De's bad words: "I see that my father's writing is good, and I want to write a good word like my father, the teacher said that if the words are written well, I will add points in the future exam." ”

When Song De heard this, this reason was quite sufficient, although he was still impatient, but in the end, it was the child who proposed it, so he reluctantly taught it, he stood up, took some paper and spread it on the table, and picked two pens, one for Song Linxian, and one for himself, adjusted the ink and began to write.

Song De first wrote a Yongzi and explained to Song Linxian: "If you want to learn words, you must first learn the eight methods of Yongzi, you see how I write it......"

When Song De finished speaking, he asked Song Linxian to write one too.

Song Linxian took the pen and tried to restrain himself from writing well, imitating the appearance of a beginner and writing a little crookedly.

However, even so, Song De was very surprised, he saw the very aura of Yongzi on the paper, and was surprised: "Although the pen is not good, the structure is not good, but it is rare that the word has spirituality, good, good, work hard in the future, learn a good word." ”

Song Linxian saw that Song De was happy, and took the opportunity to make a request: "Dad, I want to pick another pen, and I can practice calligraphy in my room when I have time in the future." ”

Song De was happy, so he naturally didn't mind, and waved his hand: "You pick it yourself." ”

Song Linxian was happy in his heart, but he had to pretend not to care much, he was really uncomfortable.

She walked quickly to the bookcase and pulled out the drawer underneath, this small drawer was full of drawers of brushes, Song Linxian's fingertips swiped over the brush, and quickly picked out the right pen.

She first took out a pen made of rosewood but didn't know what kind of animal hair it was.

This pen has a faint aura on it, and it should be an antique.

It's just that it's only the eighties now, antiques are not valuable, and I don't know where Song De got this pen from, so he just threw it casually, and he shouldn't pay attention to it.

Sure enough, when Song Linxian came over with two pens, Song De just glanced at it casually and nodded: "Don't just look at it, these two pens are not suitable for you." ”

Seeing that Song Linxian held the pen tightly and didn't let go, Song De didn't ask her to change it, and sighed: "Forget it, if you like it, take it first, and I'll pick two good ones for you in two days." ”

Song Linxian smiled: "Thank you, Dad, then I'll go back to the house to practice calligraphy." ”

Song De called Song Linxian, who wanted to go out, and found a notebook for her: "Take it and practice." ”

Song Linxian happily returned to the room with the notebook and pen, and as soon as he returned to the house, he immediately picked up the Zihao pen and kissed it: "I don't want to be able to meet such a good baby, it's still a spiritual thing, it's a pity that I don't have spiritual intelligence, but this can also be used for a long time, and it can be used before breaking through the Fu Dao Grandmaster." ”

With this pen, it is easy not to find another pen, Song Linxian was full of joy, made up his mind, and saved money for two more days to hurry up to buy cinnabar and rune paper.

In the next few days, Song Linxian stepped up his cultivation and worked hard to save money.

Finally, on this day, she saved about four yuan, and she thought that she should be able to buy a little cinnabar and a little rune paper, so she went out while no one at home had any money in her hand.

After going out, Song Linxian was stupid.

She forgot that this was the 80s of the Earth Star, not the Endless Continent.

It's only been that crazy decade now, and feudal superstition is still very disdainful, where is she going to buy rune paper?

Song Linxian stood on the pavement and turned his head to look around, and for a while there was a feeling that the vast land did not know where to go, his heart was confused, and there was a trace of indescribable sorrow in his eyes.

She is young, and the jade snow is cute, and it is the time of innocence, but she is full of silence, and the resentment in her eyes will also follow the heavy mood of those who see her.

No, an old man in his sixties with gray hair was very uneasy when he saw Song Linxian like this, so he came over and asked with concern: "Little girl, what's wrong with you?" Don't recognize your home? ”

Song Linxian came to his senses and quickly replied with a smile: "No, I just want to buy something, I don't know where to buy it." ”

The old man laughed when he heard this: "This is easy to do, you tell grandpa what you want to buy, grandpa will take you to buy." ”

Song Linxian looked at the old man without a trace, and did not feel the slightest malice in him, but was full of kindness, so she smiled and said: "I want to buy some paper, not writing paper, it's that, that kind of yellow paper." ”

She said vaguely, but the old man understood, and the old man sighed: "Buy that, you really don't know where to buy it at such an age, so let's do it, grandpa will take you over." ”

Song Linxian hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't bother you, you can tell me where to buy it." ”

The old man smiled: "What's the trouble, it just so happens that the old man and I have to go over too, by the way." ”

Song Linxian smiled and agreed, and hurriedly helped the old man and asked him to give directions, and the two of them walked forward while talking.

The old man's surname is Tang, he is a retired old teacher, he is a serious native of Yanjing City, he has lived in Yanjing City all his life, and there is no place in the streets and alleys of the city that he does not know.

Uncle Tang's wife has passed away for more than two years, and seeing that the anniversary festival is coming, Uncle Tang came out to buy burning paper for his wife, and happened to meet Song Linxian.

These news were all inquired about by Song Linxian on the road, she had the life experience of the third life, and she had already become a refined mind, even an old man like Uncle Tang who didn't know how many things had happened, and she was asked to say a lot quietly.

The two of them talked as they walked, bypassing a few small alleys, and finally came to a very small and dilapidated door.

Uncle Tang pointed to this door and said to Song Linxian: "Not only does it sell burning paper here, but it also sells other paper, it seems that it also sells what kind of talisman paper used by Taoist priests, as for whether it is true or not, I don't know, but if you want to buy yellow paper, there must be one here." ”