Qian Wenyi had an extra folding fan in his hand, which looked even more elegant, and behind him were two Taoist priests, both carrying a few commonly used things. Qian Wenyi saw Fang Zhong going downstairs and asked, "Have you packed up your things?" Fang Zhong said: "The disciple doesn't have anything to carry with him. Qian Wenyi instructed Erdao to move things upstairs, Fang Zhong came over to help, Qian Wenyi said: "There are several empty rooms downstairs, you can choose the one you like." Fang Zhong said: "One disciple in one room, it's too big." Qian Wenyi walked to the door of the study and said with a smile: "Then you are going to sleep in the same room with the master." The two behind him laughed dumbly.

Qian Wenyi entered the study and browsed left and right, his eyes fell on the rice paper on the desk, and he read in a low voice: "Therefore, I often have no desire, so I can see the wonder; There is always desire, in order to observe it. He exclaimed: "Seeking success without desire, wonderful, wonderful, Master's words are really wise words, and the disciples must remember them in their hearts, and they dare not or forget them." Seeing that there is a god in the use of the pen, it is a rare pen and ink of Lu Gongli, and he is determined to collect it well, and it is best to mount it on the wall and enjoy it day and night. But after these few sentences, there are two more sentences, although the skeleton is upright, but the pen is naïve, not Lu Gongli's handwriting, a rough look is quite a bit of a dog's tail mink, wrote: "Intentional in nothing, there are roots are not broken." Qian Wenyi read it, recalled his words, was shocked, and asked, "Who did this?" The two Taoist priests said: "This is naturally Master Luzu's ink treasure." Qian Wenyi shook his head and said, "The previous text is, but the latter text is not." Seeing that the pen was still wet, it was obvious that he had not been dipped in ink for a long time, and suddenly woke up and said, "Fang Zhong, did you write these two sentences?" Fang Zhong only said that Qian Wenyi wanted to blame himself for writing blindly and defiling Lu Gongli's Mobao, and said with sincere fear: "The disciple only said that this is for practicing calligraphy, so he wrote a few strokes indiscriminately." ”

Qian Wenyi was stunned for a long time, staring at Fang Zhong and muttering. Fang Zhong was extremely uncomfortable with him. Qian Wenyi seemed to have re-acquainted Fang Zhong, and said in his heart: "Senior Brother Lu said that this son once refuted the classics and slandered the sages, I still don't believe it, but now it seems that it is clearly a genius in the sky, and no one can match the wisdom, no wonder the real person in charge of the sect left him alone in the Yuxu Palace, and it is really a discerning person, and I only know today that it is not an ordinary product." Thinking that he had been trapped in the beast riding shed for several years, he couldn't help but feel sorry for him, and Wen Yan said: "It's okay to learn words and lyrics, just don't get drunk in it." I see that your pen and ink are quite good, and it seems that you have practiced calligraphy for a few days. Fang Zhong said: "My father usually taught his disciples, but the disciples were lazy and a little deserted. Qian Wenyi said with a smile: "This is also the origin of family learning." Fang Zhong saw that Qian Wenyi was not displeased, so he relieved himself.

Fang Zhong chose a smaller room to clean up, and the missing beds and bedding were helped by two Taoist priests. Qian Wenyi carried the rice paper in his arms, but came to find Lu Gongli.

Qian Wenyi asked the disciples outside, saying that Lu Gongli went to the Yuxu Palace, so he rushed to the palace gate, but after asking, the boy said that Lu Gongli had gone to the Eight Treasures Tianguang Building, and was about to turn back, when the little boy caught up and said: "The real person in charge of the sect heard that it was Senior Brother Qian who came, let me call you in." Qian Wenyi had to follow the child to see the Hanging Heaven Zhenren again.

After entering the palace gate, Qian Wenyi finished saluting the Hanging Tianzhen people, and the Hanging Heaven Zhenren asked: "I heard Tong'er say that Master Qian's nephew came to find Senior Brother Lu, I don't know what happened?" Qian Wenyi said respectfully: "The disciple just showed the teacher a copybook." Hanging Tianzhen said with a smile: "What kind of exquisite words did the nephew write, and he actually wanted to give it to the teacher for appreciation." Qian Wenyi shook his head and said, "It wasn't written by a disciple." "Take out the rice paper and open it for the real people to see.

Hanging Tianzhen stared at it and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Lu is even more exquisite with his pen." His eyes moved down, and he was suddenly stunned, then his brows furrowed, and he asked, "Who continued these two sentences?" Qian Wenyi said happily: "The teacher in charge, Bo Mingjian, should know that it was not written by the teacher and nephew, these two sentences were written by Fang Zhong when he watched the teacher's notebook, and he was moved to write it down. As soon as these words came out, the face of the hanging innocent person was full of astonishment. Qian Wenyi said excitedly: "The real person in charge of the teaching is really the same, this son is still young, he has such knowledge, and he has not been as good as his comprehension in recent years." The disciple is reluctant to be his teacher, and he feels fortunate and wants to teach him and pass on his unique learning. It's just that the disciples have a lot of mundane affairs, and they have distractions, so that they are not proficient in martial arts, and they have never learned all the mental methods of Xuanmen, so they want to ask Ken En Master to teach Fang Zhong the mental method, and then teach them to use the sword to decide, with their understanding, the achievements are limitless, and he is ...... day by day He ...... day" Qian Wenyi said as he spoke, and suddenly found that the face of the Hanging Heaven True Man was full of anger!

Qian Wenyi was dumbfounded, his interest subsided, and he silently looked at the hanging heavenly people.

Hanging Tianzhen snorted coldly and said, "Just two sentences, the master and nephew will make a fuss!" Everyone can say big things, and there are a few people who can do it in person. Fang Zhong's matter has already been discussed with Senior Brother Lu, leaving him in the Yuxu Palace is not to raise tigers, but to supervise carefully, this word supervision, I am afraid that Master Ling has not explained it clearly. Qian Wenyi said lightly: "The master and nephew are ignorant, please teach the real person to make it clear." "Hanging Tianzhen said: "Fang Zhong has a talisman, we are willing to be compatible, it is already merciful, do you still let him practice swordsmanship, let alone pass on his mental method, the master and nephew are really confused, how do we say it that day, this word supervision is to supervise what he does, and guide him to follow the text." Qian Wenyi said: "Guide him to follow the text? "Hanging Tianzhen is humane: "Since Fang Zhong loves to make a fuss, you just follow his wishes and let him use it, but you are not allowed to teach him the sword technique, if he writes or draws something, you don't have to stop it, the deity has already said that he will be allowed to have a place in the law, but he will never let him develop a disaster." Qian Wenyi bowed his head and said, "The disciple understands." Hanging Tianzhen said: "It's best for you to understand, you don't need to ask Senior Brother Lu for instructions on this matter, just do what the deity tells you, but don't show your traces too much." Master Qian's nephew is also a smart person, so he should know what the deity means. Qian Wenyi bowed and said, "The disciple retired." ”

Qian Wenyi walked out of the Jade Void Palace, his enthusiasm was lost, knowing that the Hanging Heaven Zhenren did not really regard Fang Zhong as the doorman of the Jade Void Palace, although he stayed here, he did not pass on his skills, wouldn't it be a waste of the sun and the moon. Bowed his head and sighed, and returned to the small building.

For several days, Qian Wenyi went in and out, busy with teaching affairs. Fang Zhong had nothing to do, and spent a few days in the building, and couldn't help but feel uneasy: Could it be that the people of the Jade Void Palace Sect practiced like this? Early this morning, I couldn't help but walk to the door of Qian Wenyi's study and asked, "Master, what should a disciple do if he wants to learn art?" ”

;