The next day, Chen Feng came to Fan Qing's door early. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Fan Qing also waited there early. Seeing that Chen Feng came so early, Fan Qing was very satisfied.

In his room, it has long been neatly tied, there are even several pots of orchids on the table, and there are a few more calligraphy and paintings on the wall that I don't know who made them. Chen Feng took a look at it, and only felt that his intentions were lofty and his realm was quite high, but he couldn't comment on the details. In the bright and clean environment, Fan Qing asked Chen Feng to sit down, chatted a few more words, and then turned to the classics again. He asked Chen Feng a few more simple questions, but Chen Feng still couldn't answer.

Fan Qing stroked his beard and said to Chen Feng very kindly, "Okay, now I'll tell you what you're going to do." ”

Then, Fan Qing took out the four treasures of the study room: "What you have to do is to help me copy something." ”

"My handwriting is ugly."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you can recognize it. You can write a few words to me now. ”

Chen Feng had no choice but to write the three big words "Liuyun Sect".

Previously, although he helped his grandfather keep accounts on Red Maple Island, his calligraphy had not undergone special practice, and could only be done horizontally and vertically, but there was no chapter at all, and it really didn't look beautiful.

Fan Qing nodded again and said, "Yes, completely." The words are like their people, they are very honest, haha. ”

After doing this, Fan Qing walked into the bedroom and carefully took out a special thing.

This is a set of cyan jade slips, which are tightly wrapped. Each piece of jade is polished very thinly, and the fine texture on it is clearly visible, shining with a warm luster, and you can see that it is very precious at a glance. Each piece of jade is strung together by a special gray thread to form the appearance of a book.

Fan Qing put the jade slip on the table, pointed to the jade slip and said, "This set of jade slips was left by the deceased, and it contains one of his wishes. Copying down its contents was one of his last wishes.

However, the text on the jade slip cannot be copied by me, I am too old. What he needed was a young man with a pure heart, so I chose you. After all, jade is like character. It is up to you to fulfill the wishes of the deceased. ”

"Don't worry, I'll copy it well." Since it is a copy, you should find a better handwriting, why did you find yourself? Chen Feng couldn't figure it out, but he still respectfully agreed. As for the question of character, this word is rarely used in the secret world, after all, the secret world pays attention to strength, not character.

"You are here to transcribe carefully. I still have some things to go out for. After Fan Qing finished speaking, he glanced at the jade slip again, and then got up and left.

Chen Feng picked up the jade slip, and the tentacles felt warm. Turning the first page of jade slips, lines of white handwriting appeared on the cyan background.

Generally speaking, the handwriting of jade slips is engraved. Some people paint themselves because they are worried about damaging the jade pieces. Chen Feng touched it, and the handwriting on the jade slip in his hand was not engraved or lacquered, as if it was naturally born in the jade slip. The handwriting hangs in the jade pieces like elves, as if hidden in the water, bathed in the starlight of the sky. Based on these handwritings alone, this jade is a rare thing.

Such a valuable thing, he was only copying it for the first time, and Fan Qing left like this, could he trust himself like this?

Chen Feng couldn't figure it out, so he began to look at the contents carefully. The first piece of jade seems to be a poem: "There are feathers in the North Pole, and there are heavy scales in the South." Kawahara is far apart, and there is no cause for the impact. Once the wind and clouds will meet, they will change into one. Whoever says far away, is grateful as a god. I am twenty-five years old, and I seek friends and acquaintances. Lamenting Xijing City, it is with the master and son. What is still the same trend, the wise and the foolish are not the same. Fang is a golden stone posture, and there is no phosphorus for all generations. Childless, haggard, miserable and poor. ”

Chen Feng had never learned this kind of poetry, but when he read it, he only felt that it was catchy and magnificent, as if there was a boundless majesty in it. Even if Chen Feng doesn't have many words, after reading this poem, there is a momentum of controlling thunder and lightning and galloping between heaven and earth.

Chen Feng read it several more times, and was completely able to recite the poem, so he put down the poem with relish and began to copy it slowly.

On the white paper, Chen Feng was faced with such a good poem, and he was reluctant to do anything perfunctory, so he began to write it stroke by stroke.

It was the first time in his life that he had written so seriously.

This poem is very short, but Chen Feng writes it very slowly, as if every word he writes has an infinite charm in it, which makes it difficult for him to let go.

He hurt himself for a while, suddenly felt sad and gloomy, and even wanted to secretly cry; For a while, it seemed that he saw the hero's grievances, the chivalrous injustice, and the loyalty and indignation could not be vented, so he had to look up to the sky and howl, sing generously and sadly, and be fierce; After a while, it was as if I had arrived in the fairy world, and I experienced the fairy wind bones, romantic and elegant, and outstanding.

After copying the whole poem, Chen Feng only felt refreshed, the spiritual platform was clarified, his irritability for many days was empty, and even his cultivation had increased slightly.

Chen Feng was surprised and happy in his heart, and he didn't know why this situation happened. If copying a poem can increase cultivation, then you don't need to cultivate at all, just copy poems every day.

Chen Feng raised his head to look out the window, hurriedly walked out, and found that the sun had slanted slightly to the west, and it was actually afternoon. It's just a few words, and I copied it for so long?

Another thing that surprised him was that Fan Qing was already waiting in the courtyard.

"Uncle Shi, why don't you go in?" Chen Feng felt strange, why did you wait in the courtyard and not go in in your own house. Even if I go in, it won't affect my copying! Moreover, they can also give me some pointers.

"How much did you copy?" Fan Qing was obviously a little anxious.

Chen Feng was a little embarrassed: "Uncle Shi, I just copied a poem, it's too slow." ”

"A whole song?"

"Yes, only one whole song."

Fan Qing's expression was extremely strange, as if he was suppressing something: "I'll go in and take a look." ”

He picked up the pair of words written by Chen Feng, and didn't look at the jade slip, but asked, "Didn't you make a mistake or omit?" ”

"No, Uncle Shi.

Chen Feng called him Uncle three times in a row, but he nodded and agreed, and did not ask Chen Feng to call him the thirteenth old.

"Alright, that's all for today. You'll come back tomorrow. This secret stone is a reward for you. After speaking, Fan Qing handed over a secret stone, and Chen Feng was a little dumbfounded.

A monthly example of an outer disciple is just two secret stones. Although Chen Feng didn't care about one or two secret stones, he felt that Fan Qing was really generous and paid a lot of energy to the trust of the old man.

It's just that this uncle who used to be a secret master is a little weird? The next day, Chen Feng came to Fan Qing's door early. Fan Qing also waited there early. Seeing that Chen Feng came so early, Fan Qing was very satisfied.

In his room, it has long been neatly tied, there are even several pots of orchids on the table, and there are a few more calligraphy and paintings on the wall that I don't know who made them. Chen Feng took a look at it, and only felt that his intentions were lofty and his realm was quite high, but he couldn't comment on the details. In the bright and clean environment, Fan Qing asked Chen Feng to sit down, chatted a few more words, and then turned to the classics again. He asked Chen Feng a few more simple questions, but Chen Feng still couldn't answer.

Fan Qing stroked his beard and said to Chen Feng very kindly, "Okay, now I'll tell you what you're going to do." ”

Then, Fan Qing took out the four treasures of the study room: "What you have to do is to help me copy something." ”

"My handwriting is ugly."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you can recognize it. You can write a few words to me now. ”

Chen Feng had no choice but to write the three big words "Liuyun Sect".

Previously, although he helped his grandfather keep accounts on Red Maple Island, his calligraphy had not undergone special practice, and could only be done horizontally and vertically, but there was no chapter at all, and it really didn't look beautiful.

Fan Qing nodded again and said, "Yes, completely." The words are like their people, they are very honest, haha. ”

After doing this, Fan Qing walked into the bedroom and carefully took out a special thing.

This is a set of cyan jade slips, which are tightly wrapped. Each piece of jade is polished very thinly, and the fine texture on it is clearly visible, shining with a warm luster, and you can see that it is very precious at a glance. Each piece of jade is strung together by a special gray thread to form the appearance of a book.

Fan Qing put the jade slip on the table, pointed to the jade slip and said, "This set of jade slips was left by the deceased, and it contains one of his wishes. Copying down its contents was one of his last wishes. However, the text on the jade slip cannot be copied by me, I am too old. What he needed was a young man with a pure heart, so I chose you. After all, jade is like character. It is up to you to fulfill the wishes of the deceased. ”

"Don't worry, I'll copy it well." Since it is a copy, you should find a better handwriting, why did you find yourself? Chen Feng couldn't figure it out, but he still respectfully agreed. As for the question of character, this word is rarely used in the secret world, after all, the secret world pays attention to strength, not character.

"You are here to transcribe carefully. I still have some things to go out for. After Fan Qing finished speaking, he glanced at the jade slip again, and then got up and left.

Chen Feng picked up the jade slip, and the tentacles felt warm. Turning the first page of jade slips, lines of white handwriting appeared on the cyan background.

Generally speaking, the handwriting of jade slips is engraved. Some people paint themselves because they are worried about damaging the jade pieces. Chen Feng touched it, and the handwriting on the jade slip in his hand was not engraved or lacquered, as if it was naturally born in the jade slip. The handwriting hangs in the jade pieces like elves, as if hidden in the water, bathed in the starlight of the sky. Based on these handwritings alone, this jade is a rare thing.

Such a valuable thing, he was only copying it for the first time, and Fan Qing left like this, could he trust himself like this?

Chen Feng couldn't figure it out, so he began to look at the contents carefully. The first piece of jade seems to be a poem: "There are feathers in the North Pole, and there are heavy scales in the South." Kawahara is far apart, and there is no cause for the impact. Once the wind and clouds will meet, they will change into one. Whoever says far away, is grateful as a god. I am twenty-five years old, and I seek friends and acquaintances. Lamenting Xijing City, it is with the master and son. What is still the same trend, the wise and the foolish are not the same. Fang is a golden stone posture, and there is no phosphorus for all generations. Childless, haggard, miserable and poor. ”

Chen Feng had never learned this kind of poetry, but when he read it, he only felt that it was catchy and magnificent, as if there was a boundless majesty in it. Even if Chen Feng doesn't have many words, after reading this poem, there is a momentum of controlling thunder and lightning and galloping between heaven and earth.

Chen Feng read it several more times, and was completely able to recite the poem, so he put down the poem with relish and began to copy it slowly.

On the white paper, Chen Feng was faced with such a good poem, and he was reluctant to do anything perfunctory, so he began to write it stroke by stroke. It was the first time in his life that he had written so seriously.

This poem is very short, but Chen Feng writes it very slowly, as if every word he writes has an infinite charm in it, which makes it difficult for him to let go.

He hurt himself for a while, suddenly felt sad and gloomy, and even wanted to secretly cry; For a while, it seemed that he saw the hero's grievances, the chivalrous injustice, and the loyalty and indignation could not be vented, so he had to look up to the sky and howl, sing generously and sadly, and be fierce; After a while, it was as if I had arrived in the fairy world, and I experienced the fairy wind bones, romantic and elegant, and outstanding.

After copying the whole poem, Chen Feng only felt refreshed, the spiritual platform was clarified, his irritability for many days was empty, and even his cultivation had increased slightly.

Chen Feng was surprised and happy in his heart, and he didn't know why this situation happened. If copying a poem can increase cultivation, then you don't need to cultivate at all, just copy poems every day.

Chen Feng raised his head to look out the window, hurriedly walked out, and found that the sun had slanted slightly to the west, and it was actually afternoon. It's just a few words, and I copied it for so long?

Another thing that surprised him was that Fan Qing was already waiting in the courtyard.

"Uncle Shi, why don't you go in?" Chen Feng felt strange, why did you wait in the courtyard and not go in in your own house. Even if I go in, it won't affect my copying! Moreover, they can also give me some pointers.

"How much did you copy?" Fan Qing was obviously a little anxious.

Chen Feng was a little embarrassed: "Uncle Shi, I just copied a poem, it's too slow." ”

"A whole song?"

"Yes, only one whole song."

Fan Qing's expression was extremely strange, as if he was suppressing something: "I'll go in and take a look." ”

He picked up the pair of words written by Chen Feng, and didn't look at the jade slip, but asked, "Didn't you make a mistake or omit?" ”

"No, Uncle Shi." Chen Feng called him Uncle three times in a row, but he nodded and agreed, and did not ask Chen Feng to call him the thirteenth old.

"Alright, that's all for today. You'll come back tomorrow. This secret stone is a reward for you. After speaking, Fan Qing handed over a secret stone, and Chen Feng was a little dumbfounded.

A monthly example of an outer disciple is just two secret stones. Although Chen Feng didn't care about one or two secret stones, he felt that Fan Qing was really generous and paid a lot of energy to the trust of the old man.

It's just that this uncle who used to be a secret master is a little weird?