The grove is as quiet as ever.

Meng Yuncheng went to the cabin many times, but he still couldn't remember the road in the grove.

The middle-aged man suddenly stopped, his face was embarrassed, and there was a fine bead of sweat on his forehead.

"Third uncle, what's wrong?", Meng Yuncheng asked when he saw this.

"If the ordinary Nine Palace Bagua Array is empty and unsightly, I am confident that I can go out, but now the qi of the entire forest is completely integrated with the Nine Palace Bagua Array, and the direction has been changing over time, if there is no arranger to lead the way, it is estimated that we will have to be trapped in the woods!"

The middle-aged man obviously underestimated the Nine Palaces Bagua Array, and his face was a little frustrated.

"It's okay, wait for Huan Huan to come back and take us out!"

Meng Yuncheng breathed a sigh of relief and said very calmly.

"Huanhuanxi, Master Li's apprentice?", the middle-aged man asked in confusion.

"The two weasels raised by Master Li!", Meng Yuncheng shook his head, a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"The pet he raised can move freely in the Nine Palaces Bagua Array, is it possible to say that he is not as good as his pet?"

The middle-aged man was embarrassed in his heart, and he was thinking in his heart what kind of person Li Changqing was?

"Chirp!"

One gray and one white, two weasels thirty or forty centimeters tall stared at Meng Yuncheng and the middle-aged man with shining eyes, looking very spiritual.

"Come on, just follow them!",

Meng Yuncheng had already expected it, and he was familiar with Huanhuan.

"It's not easy!"

The middle-aged man moved the heavy glasses on the bridge of his nose and stared at Huan Huanxi, a bold idea came to his mind.

The two of them followed the joy, sometimes walking on the water, sometimes walking through the thorns, and actually stepping on the path.

When the eyes of the two suddenly opened, they saw a simple wooden house.

Outside the house, there are green bamboos, orchids, and camellias, and the environment is elegant.

In front of a desk under the bamboo forest, a young man holds a vermilion brush in his hand and writes intently on a blank piece of paper.

The middle-aged man was stunned on the spot when he saw Li Changqing's figure, although he learned from listening to Meng Yuncheng that Li Changqing was not only a god of reading, but also had superb medical skills, studied mathematics, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and even had extraordinary attainments in feng shui metaphysics, but his age was similar to him, but when he really appreciated the power of the Nine Palaces Bagua Array, it was still difficult to associate such a strange person with the young man in front of him, because he was too young, too young to speak!

After taking a closer look, the middle-aged man was a little stunned, as the thirty-fourth grandson of Yasheng Mengzi, he had heard rumors of Haoran righteousness since he was a child, but he had only seen it in books, and he even thought that Haoran righteousness did not exist at all, and it belonged to the fiction of his predecessors, so he later pestered his elders to be a Taoist priest in Qingyang Temple outside the southwest gate of Chengdu.

When he heard the sound of Li Changqing's reading like a bell and a dusk drum in the morning, and the exquisite calligraphy and painting of chess, piano, calligraphy and painting, he didn't believe it, and he wanted to come and see it, and he was shocked by Li Changqing's youth first, but when he woke up, he couldn't detect the slightest bookish breath from Li Changqing!

"This is normal, it is not easy to have a good hand of words at such a young age, how can there be Haoran Zheng! But even if there is no Haoran righteousness, the Nine Palace Bagua Array just now can also be called a formation everyone, you can exchange your experience well, it is worth it, it is worth it!"

The middle-aged man smiled when he thought about it, and his chest was relieved.

"Principal Li, what a Yaxing!", Meng Yuncheng said with a smile after waiting for Li Changqing to finish writing.

"Hehe, Mr. Meng came back very early!"

Li Changqing naturally saw a middle-aged man dressed strangely in a Taoist robe, nodded to him, and then said to Meng Yuncheng.

"My third uncle, Meng Hongru, nicknamed 'Three Idiot Taoists', is obsessed with calligraphy, painting, and Go, so I have to challenge you!"

Meng Yuncheng admired a painting given to him by Li Changqing at home, Meng Hongru was shocked when he saw it, and pestered him to tell him a story about Li Changqing, wanting to verify whether Li Changqing was as powerful as he said, so he covered his forehead and made an introduction helplessly.

"Big nephew, don't talk nonsense! Chengdu Qingyang Guan Xuanwei, Meng Hongru is the name of the former layman, seeing the words given by Master Li to Yuncheng, he likes Master Li's calligraphy very much, so he thinks about it!"

Meng Hongru smiled awkwardly, glanced at Meng Yuncheng, and said in a low-key manner.

"Third uncle, that's not what you said at home! It just so happens that Master Li is practicing calligraphy, why don't you also show your hand and deter Master Li?"

Meng Yuncheng didn't seem to see it, and continued to preach.

"Please Master Li axe!", Meng Hongru was born in a scholarly family, was already very good at calligraphy, painting, Go, when the Taoist priest has a lot of spare time, skills are more perfect, he has seen Li Changqing's chic and elegant Yan Jing willow bone font, ask himself may not be able to his own calligraphy Although not as good as Li Changqing, but it is not much different, he took a pen and wrote on the white rice paper 'Taoism Nature'!

Li Changqing was quite surprised, Meng Hongru's words are better than the words of Sun Yingzhong, chairman of the Wen'an Calligraphy Association, and the four words seem to be made overnight, and a natural and fresh feeling rushes to the face.

"Master Li, what do you think?"

Meng Hongru held Li Changqing's brush, and had a feeling of being handy, writing out the best words in his life, and was in a big mess by Li Changqing's Nine Palace Bagua Array in front of him, and suddenly he had a bottom in his heart, even if his formation attainments were not as good as Li Changqing, he could beat him in calligraphy, and asked casually deliberately.

"Not bad!", Li Changqing praised.

"Third uncle, when will your handwriting reach this level?"

In Meng Yuncheng's impression, Meng Hongru's calligraphy is exquisite, but it is definitely some distance away from Li Changqing.

"It's just a matter of course, Master Li, please?"

Meng Hongru was not surprised at all, because even he himself couldn't help but appreciate his words and made a gesture of invitation to Li Changqing.

"Good!"

Li Changqing re-grasped the Zhu pen, and the righteousness of the Nigong Pill in the center of his eyebrows was condensed on the tip of the pen, and he also wrote four words on the paper.

"The mountains and rivers are magnificent!"

"It seems that you can see the mountains towering and the long river rushing through the paper, and the name is well deserved.

Since ancient times, there is no first, and among the people Meng Hongru has seen, Li Changqing's words can be ranked in the top three, but he doesn't think that his words are worse than Li Changqing.

"Hmm!", Li Changqing replied with a smile.

"Haha, we can't tell the difference between calligraphy and calligraphy, do you have Go here?

Meng Hongru's nickname of the 'Three Idiots' is not called in vain, and no one has been playing chess with him on the way he has been, and his hands are a little itchy.

"Yes!", Li Changqing played against Fan Xiping, a national Go player, in the Tianyuan Chess Room of the Jiugong Academy of the Confucian Sage Academy.

At this time, a gust of mountain wind blew, and the bamboo leaves swept up the fallen leaves on the ground!