The golden light shimmered through the house.

Jia Zheng laughed and said: "This is the original golden light, the first time you use it, it can increase the power by sixty percent." Even if you use it again in the future, it will increase by 20%. ”

Jia Dairu laughed with him and unconsciously glanced at Baoyu. He didn't even have a famous poem, and one of the most proud paintings was also begged by his ancestors.

Thinking of the poem that Baoyu couldn't export, he felt distressed and had a pain in his liver, and he couldn't wait to bite Mrs. Xing a few times.

Jia Zheng played with fire, but his eyes were fixed on the paper. He praised this in his mouth, but he really didn't take it seriously in his heart. He has written famous poems, and there are also original golden lights, although they are rare, but compared with the talent and spiritual spring of "Remembering Qin'e", they should be put back.

[Six feet seven inches, six feet eight inches, six feet nine inches, seven feet!] Jia Zheng muttered in his heart, secretly sneering at himself. Judging from the consumption of his talent, "Remembering Qin'e" should be more than six feet tall, less than seven feet, and it is the middle and lower grade of Xuanhe's level.

"It's rare, it's rare...... "Thinking of this, I want to put the brush back on the pen holder.

But at this moment, suddenly, I saw the spiritual energy into a spring, gushing out from the paper.

One-foot, two-foot, three-foot...... The paper is like a spring, and the aura is like a spring, spurting more than eight feet in an instant. The snow-white spiritual spring shone on the house, dazzling their eyes, and also made Jia Zheng and Jia Dairu look at each other, their mouths trembling, and their eyes were round, like copper bells.

"Cai, only eight feet tall?!" Jia Zheng trembled in shock, his hand trembled, and the fire fell to the ground.

Ignoring it, he suddenly patted his head and exclaimed, "That's right! This is a heart-stirring lyric, different from what I have done before." It's only eight feet tall, haha it's only eight feet tall, that's right!"

Jia Dairu couldn't wait to put his old face on Lingquan, and his eyes were envious and jealous, looking at Jia Zheng. His tone changed, he lost his elegance, and said more harshly: "Master, this is only eight feet high, eight feet! Only nine feet tall can be lifted by ten cities, throughout the ages, those who can be only eight feet tall will be broken nine feet away sooner or later!"

This is just a start-up, and it has not yet spread its reputation, if it spreads, someone will learn, study, and use it, and the talent will rise again. How much talent can this improve? How much does it increase its reputation?"

Jia Zheng laughed and said modestly: "Not much, not much." ”

Jia Dairu trembled with anger, and he was cheap and behaved, it was Jia Zheng's time. As the first-time writer of 'Remembering Qin'e', Jia Zheng was able to increase the number of talents, cultivate one point further, and wait until his reputation spread, and he would be nine feet tall, and he could be promoted again.

Not to mention the growth of talent and literary name, it is only nine feet high, but it is necessary for ten cities to raise and reach the heavens. If he can get the honor of this life, he will die willingly!

I saw Jia Zheng beckoning Baoyu to step forward, and when Baoyu was close, he raised his hand and grabbed the spiritual spring, and the spiritual spring was scattered. There was an eight-foot-tall spiritual fountain of talent, five feet dissipated between heaven and earth, two feet were absorbed by him, and the remaining one foot was dipped in from the middle of Baoyu's forehead.

Jia Zheng stretched his waist comfortably, his muscles and bones crackled, he was a humanistic position, and he had a higher demon general cultivation, and two feet of talent was an appetizer. Baoyu is different, I saw that Baoyu's eyes were as black as a deep pool, and the soul full of his head floated into the Wenshan Mountain.

With his feet on the ground, Baoyu found himself standing halfway up the mountain, a little higher, his seventy-two simmering flames were blazing, burning in the middle of the mountainside, slightly higher, and looking up, there were nine torches inserted in a higher place, the top of which was unlit, forty zhang away from the top of the mountain.

At this time, I saw four big characters floating in the sky, which were: Xuan He's first book. is talking about the first writing of "Remembering Qin'e".

The four big characters condensed into one strand, turning into a foot of talent, like thick lamp oil, slowly flowing into the seventy-two simmers that had been lit, the top one.

The light of this simmer was bright, and the flames rose high, blown by a nameless wind, and lit a simmer higher obliquely. Seventy-three simmering winding Wen Mountain, illuminated a piece of translucent, faintly, you can also see the hazy eight in the distance, the Baizhang Wen Mountain that has never been set foot on.

[It turned out that I cultivated like this. Baoyu thought to herself: [In addition to reading and writing, it turns out that you can still practice like this. Some people understand, study, and write my own articles from the heart, and while they broaden their knowledge, I can also increase my talent and ignite a simmer. 】

[Just like a big tree, talent is the root, and only with roots can it live; the literary name is the branches and leaves of the tree, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, and making the tree more luxuriant. 】

[Increasing the name of the article, increasing the talent, all of them are indispensable!]

...

...

Baoyu came back to his senses and was still dreaming of Po Zhai.

Jia Zheng looked at him with a smile and advised: "If you are a good student, you can't let go of the six arts." Strive to ignite all the fires and participate in next year's talent exam. Regardless of how many fires were lit or anything else, he just waved his hand and drove people away, saying, "So, you can stand down." ”

Baoyu didn't move, her eyes staring at the desk.

Jia Dairu sneered, took a step back, and looked up at the sky.

Jia Zheng's face was slightly red, he patted his head, and said, "I forgot." As he spoke, he bent down and carefully held the first version of "Remembering Qin'e" in the palm of his hand. That look, that look, is the kind that is held in your hand and slapped. He didn't treat Baoyu so well.

Just rushed to the direction of Baoyu Station, didn't hand out the palm-sized distance, and retracted again, "What about this word, I wrote it for you, and it naturally belongs to you." But it's not very appropriate for my father these days, I need an uplifting one, otherwise I put it here for my father, well, then a few days, just a few days, and when my father is in a good mood, I will send someone to send it to you?"

Baoyu bowed her head and did not speak.

Jia Dairu's head was almost tilted into a parallel face, and he didn't dare to look at it. This Jia Zheng is a 'father', that is to ask for things, but also to face, and what is the need to 'wait for the mood to be good'...... Phew, shameless!

Baoyu seemed to be very reluctant, and said, "Master, this is my first poem about Xuanhe." ”

Jia Zheng was dumbfounded. That's right, this is Baoyu's first word, who can ask for it? Even if anyone is qualified to ask for it, it will not be his turn to be a father.

What is the matter of a father snatching his children's things?

The face is red, flushed, and purple. Jia Zheng blinked, tears were about to flow out, and he cried: "That's right, that's the reason." So take it. As he spoke, he closed his eyes and threw his hands forward. Liver pain!

Baoyu laughed and said, "This first poem of Xuan He, what to talk about, put it for a few days, and then give it to the master." ”

Jia Zheng suddenly opened his eyes, inexplicably excited. Jia Dairu's neck clicked, and he snorted in pain, and twisted his hands around his neck to look at Baoyu, as if he saw a terrifying monster.

Give away the first edition of Xuan He?

Jia Dairu almost screamed out, remembering that in Jia Zheng's inner study, it was Jia Zheng who was sent, and it was someone else's face, so he didn't open his mouth to stop it. If he opens his mouth to block it, Jia Zheng will fight hard with him.

I saw Jia Zheng's beard trembling, and exclaimed, "How can this be? This can't be!" but his hands retracted and put them in his arms.

Baoyu smiled again and said, "I'm just a student, and I can't use this thing, so I can talk on paper." Bending down to pick up the fire on the ground, he thought about handing it to Jia Zheng, and said, "I said that I would send you, that is to send you, uh......" was stunned and took a step back quietly.

So I quit. ”

Jia Zheng hurriedly said: "Go ahead, good students study." ”

Baoyu walked out, and as he went, he secretly tucked the fire into his sleeve. This fire was so red that he was shocked once he saw it, and when he got it, he couldn't let it go.

This fire is black and red, hot to the touch like boiling soup, it should be more than a hundred years old Ye Xian dragon's blood tree, take the most essence of the core refined, a single pen is a remarkable.

Let's talk about the bristles. In terms of length, the pen hair belongs to the center, in addition to the line of writing can be suitable for writing; in terms of materials, the pen hair is divided into hard hair, Lishu, Wei Tablet, big seal, small seal are all used hard hair, he studied the willow body, take the balance and balance of thin and hard, chasing Wei Tablet to cut the iron potential, the most suitable but.

[Good thing, really a good thing! Don't worry about running out of pen to write!] Baoyu hides and hides again, and the pace is faster.

"Wait!" shouted from behind him.

Baoyu looked back and smiled: "Master, what else do you have to order?"

"Bring it. Jia Zheng stretched out his hand and put on a straight face, he had never seen anything like this, and he even dared to worry about his life.

It stands to reason that Baoyu gave him the original version of "Remembering Qin'e", and he should return the favor and let Baoyu take the fire black and chihao. He thought the same way, so when Baoyu hid the pen, he didn't see it.

But Baoyu walked out, it was with a fire and black, as if the flesh of his heart had been ripped off and he wanted to take it away. His heart trembled, he just couldn't help it, remembering that he was the master of the house, simply, shameless!

Baoyu's mouth was deflated, and he reluctantly pulled out the fire and handed it to Jia Zheng.

Jia Zheng snorted, pinched the pen and was about to take it back.

Take it, don't move.

He saw that Baoyu was holding it very tightly, sneered, and pulled again.

How deep Jia Zheng's cultivation is, just a little force, and hundreds of catties of strength, Baoyu is a weak body, he thinks this little strength is enough.

But this pull, the brush was pulled, and even Baoyu was pulled two steps, but he didn't let go.

"Old man......" Baoyu glanced at the first version of "Remembering Qin'e" on the table, and then looked at Jia Zheng, his eyes were full of pitiful children. "Sir," he cried out aggrievedly, "I don't have a useful household yet." ”

Jia Zheng's face turned red, and when he saw Baoyu looking at the first edition of "Remembering Qin'e", his face became even redder. He almost cried - this wrongdoer, this is really a enlightenment!

People gave him good things, but they didn't let go, what could he do? Can he still snatch them back?

Jia Zheng was so angry that he gritted his teeth, his mouth clicked, and he couldn't wait to eat Baoyu. Trying to calm his face, he grinded his teeth and asked, "Where's your silver silk fox pen?"

"Pouted, it's the time when 'it doesn't become a good word'. ”

Jia Zheng was angry and glared at Baoyu. You don't pout, but you want to pout the most expensive one? Loser! Bastard! Just waiting for the lifeblood of this old man, right? He almost cried, "So, okay...... Here you go, take it. Treat it well, it is a treasure for the father. ”

Finally letting go of himself, Jia Zheng watched Baoyu leave, his face distorted like a bitter gourd. Distressed, sad, reluctant, tooth pain.

"This son of a ......" he sighed to Jia Dairu: "The old ancestor said that he had enlightened, but I still didn't believe it, but now I really believe it, and I can't believe it anymore." You say, why didn't he learn well? ”

Jia Dairu stared at "Remembering Qin'e" on the desk, "If the master is reluctant, it's simple." Why don't you give me the first version, and I'll go to the young master and give you the fire black?"

"What do you trade with him?"

"Don't bother with it. Net worth, life, don't believe in this old bone, the young master is still not moved?" Jia Dairu's old eyes did not blink, staring at "Remembering Qin'e", "It's decided, master, don't worry, you will do good things." ”

"Don't think!"

Jia Zheng put the flat paper on the table again, held the lamp and looked hard, and his teeth twitched.

Who loses? Who earns?

No one knows.

Jia Zheng suddenly spoke: "Jin Chuan's matter, Yu'er did a good job. ”

He changed his name, and he was full of kindness.