Hearing Elder Ge's estimate, Xiao Bao's lips raised a faint arc, he really wanted to know what kind of expressions those clansmen who had mocked him in the family in every way before would have when they saw themselves showing their strength?

"The time has finally come for my little treasure salted fish to turn over, if you don't make a sound, it's a blockbuster, and from now on, I will never be bullied by anyone again!" Xiaobao clenched his fists and said with blazing eyes.

Time is like flowing water, always inadvertently, quietly passing at your fingertips.

The hot summer has been replaced by the cool autumn, and the green branches have begun to be dappled with a withered yellow.

It was still the same neat hut, the breeze was blowing, and the smell of ink filled the house.

On the table in the room, the boy splashed ink, the penmanship was skillful, the wrist moved slightly, the pen swayed, on the Xuanbai paper, wrote a paragraph of strong and powerful words, swish, the ink fell and the pen stopped, a few lines of poetry, and the pen was immediately written!

After more than half a year of penance, there was a touch of perseverance on the young man's delicate face, and his lips were tightly pursed, revealing a little strong, and his skin, which was as fair as a woman, had a slight dark luster in a few months of devil training, and it didn't seem to be a strong little body, but like a tiger and a leopard, there was an incredible fierce power hidden.

No matter how you look at it, the boy seems to be undergoing a transformation at an extremely terrifying speed, and when this transformation is completed, it will shock anyone!

Between the young man's smooth breathing, a trace of light cyan air flow mixed with a little bit of blue slowly evaporated from the rice paper, and finally followed the young man's breathing. pouring into the body.

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"Today, I will definitely be able to break through the power of the seven-paragraph writing!"

While he was cultivating, a confident thought suddenly popped up in Xiaobao's heart, and the thought came a little inexplicably. But this feeling is like when you are in a hurry, the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of urgency, and the breath is about to come out of my mind.

In the previous month, Xiaobao had hit the power of the seventh paragraph of writing several times, but all of them failed without exception.

Maybe it's because I'm too anxious, or maybe it's because I can't wait for it, and I always hit the power of the seventh paragraph of writing a few times before. Xiaobao didn't have the confidence and certainty he has now, and at this time, it seems to be a matter of course.

The sudden thought made Xiaobao's hand tremble slightly. I almost couldn't grasp the withdrawal from the cultivation state, but fortunately, Xiaobao had good concentration, forcibly suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, and held his breath. Try to calm your mind. Go back to the way you were before.

As the saying goes, the mind is calm and the gods are wise and clear.

Only in a state of tranquility can we better appreciate the power of writing in the body.

"Now is the most critical time, one go is the key to the power of the seventh paragraph, write a hundred words in one breath, you can break through the seventh paragraph, remember to learn the lesson. Don't be too impatient, you will not be able to achieve it quickly. Elder Ge's voice rang out just right.

"Yes. I got the teacher! Xiaobao nodded, changed a piece of rice paper, stood still with his legs, held a red pen in his hand, dipped in some medicinal ink, took a deep breath, raised his wrist lightly, and wrote on the rice paper stroke by stroke.

The power of writing is not tightly cultivated is calligraphy and speed, but more importantly, the tempering of the mind, only a good mind, concentration, coupled with a good writing talent, may become a plastic talent, these three are indispensable.

The cultivation of the power of writing has changed from simple to difficult, and it is through this layer of strict assessment that all living beings can be removed from the dross and retain their essence like a big wave of sand.

Doing it in one go is the threshold that must be crossed for the cultivation of the power of writing, that is, the hand completes a work in one breath, and the spiritual power explodes in an instant between one breath and one breath, which is a process for a literati to strategize and win a thousand miles from having no power to fighting a chicken.

If you can't apply what you have learned in reading, and you can't even beat a chicken when you practice writing, then such a scholar can only be regarded as a nerd, not a real scholar.

Only reading can improve mental power, and practicing writing can also exercise the body and hone the mind, that is the real reader.

The power of the seven-paragraph writing requires the completion of the hundred-word book in one breath.

Although it is a book of 100 words, it is strict and needs to have something to say, and it is important to follow the beginning and the end, and the theme is prominent, otherwise, if you write a hundred words in one breath, you will never pass.

Xiaobao wrote eighty-seven words in one breath, however, the more he got to the end, the more he felt strained, because the oxygen in the body was almost exhausted, and without the replenishment of oxygen, people's thinking would become sluggish, and the heartbeat would be accelerated, palpitation, sweating, trembling hands, stiff limbs, and this symptom would appear.

And this undoubtedly adds to the difficulty of the exam.

Xiaobao's first few failures were in the last ten words, he couldn't hold on and missed the opportunity, but this time, he encountered the same situation.

However, after the experience and lessons of the previous failures, Xiaobao did not rush to write, but tried to concentrate, eliminate the tension and panic caused by the lack of oxygen in the body, stared at the rice paper under the pen with his eyes, racked his brains, and wrote it out stroke by stroke.

Every word is extremely difficult, the limbs because of the lack of oxygen, and there is a soreness and numbness pain, the wrist is a little trembling, but, Xiaobao tried to restrain and continue to write, at this time, as long as a small negligence, even if the writing is not standardized, it may cause irreparable defeat, so, the more this time, the more cautious and careful.

Xiaobao's brows were furrowed, his abdomen was tightened, his legs shrank inward, and he used his remaining strength to make the last insistence.

Sweat slid down her cheeks, clicked, dripped down, splashing on the rice paper.

Seeing that there were still a few words left, Xiaobao seemed to have reached the limit of his body, and there was a spasmodic pain all over his body, as if he had to pull all his internal organs out of his body, and now as long as Xiaobao exhaled, this symptom would be immediately relieved, but Xiaobao knew that if that was the case, it would be tantamount to announcing that the challenge had failed again.

Therefore, Xiaobao still endured it, endured the pain of the limit, and completed the writing of the last few words with difficulty.

With the completion of the book of hundred words, Xiaobao rolled his eyes and collapsed under the table weakly.

I don't know how long it took for Xiaobao to wake up from the coma, and after waking up, Xiaobao suddenly felt a sense of refreshment in his body, as if he had compressed the spring to the extreme and suddenly released it.

"Little Baozi, congratulations, you have successfully broken through the power of the seven-paragraph writing, how about it? Do you feel energetic now? Ge Lao looked at Xiaobao with a smile and asked.

Hearing this, Xiaobao was overjoyed, and got up from the bed with a grunt, "Teacher, have I broken through the power of the seven-paragraph writing?" ”

"Yes, fortunately, you persevered this time, and there was no impatience, although the breakthrough was a little reluctant, but it was also a breakthrough, from the seventh paragraph of the power of writing after each stage of advancement, in fact, to put it bluntly, it is a breakthrough in the limit of mental power, every time you break through, your spiritual power will improve a realm, and with it, your strength will also increase, if you want to go further on this road, you must first be prepared to endure hardships and patience." The elder of the pavilion wasted no time in knocking.

"Well, I know that no matter how hard my cultivation is in the future, I will persevere." Xiaobao swore and said.

After breaking through the power of the seventh paragraph, Xiaobao was a little intoxicated with the feeling of full power in his body, according to the ordinary breakthrough method, generally after reaching the seventh paragraph, there will be a period of recuperation, and Xiaobao, who has the assistance of medicine and ink, can directly skip the recuperation period and regain his mental and physical strength.

Lying on the bed for a while, after the joy gradually calmed down, Xiaobao slowly stood up, it was close to noon at this time, and the blazing sun warmed Xiaobao's body, which was extremely comfortable.

Lazily stretched his waist, and the bones in his body, as if reborn, made a crisp gurgling sound.

Twisting his head casually, Xiaobao walked to the table, picked up the pen and wrote a stroke in the void at will, "The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying", with the wave of the red pen, the words in the void turned into an entity, stayed in the void for a while, and instantly turned into a whirlwind, blowing in the direction of the door.

And at this time, Cui'er just entered the house with a bowl of tea soup, and was just hit by this whirlwind, Cui'er screamed, and her body was involuntarily knocked out by the whirlwind, and fell on the grass a few meters away.

Seeing this, Xiaobao was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to help Cui'er, "Sister Cui'er, are you okay?" ”

Cui'er was fallen, but she felt strange, for no reason, how could there be such a strong wind in the little master's room?

Could it be the wind system exercises used by the little young master?

As soon as the thought flashed, Cui'er shook her head self-deprecatingly, how could this be possible?

The power of the little master's writing is only three paragraphs, not to mention the exercises, even the lowest level of fighting skills is estimated to be useless, maybe it's a coincidence, right?

Just when Cui'er was thinking wildly, she suddenly felt her buttocks being gently rubbed by a small hand, her pretty face suddenly turned red, and her beautiful eyes instantly widened.

"Young Master Xiaobao..."Cui'er looked down and saw that it was actually Xiaobao rubbing her buttocks, and her cheeks turned a little redder.

"Sister Cui'er, does it hurt? I'm so embarrassed. Xiaobao said, and rubbed Cui'er's buttocks again, only to feel that it was so soft and elastic, and it felt indescribably comfortable to the touch.

Cui'er had ever been touched on her buttocks, not to mention that she was still her little master, her cheeks were red at the moment, and she looked at Xiaobao with a shyly look: "Young Master Xiaobao, I'm fine, the tea was accidentally poured out, I'll go and change it for you." ”

With that, Cui'er turned around and hurriedly disappeared into Xiaobao's field of vision. (To be continued......)