For an ancient person, such a female celebrity is really a breeze.

Therefore, without any effort, Qin Douwei learned everything, and the whole person was more energetic.

"Thank you very much, master.

If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I'd have left this place by now.

Thank you for giving me a second hope, your great kindness, Douwei has nothing to repay, and can only serve the master for the rest of his life. ”

Serve yourself for the rest of your life? Shen Lian smiled.

Although no one wanted to accept a divorced woman in ancient times, this girl could live better, so why should she always care about remembering her side? "Working hard is the best reward for me.

I'll be glad that my father-in-law didn't save you in vain, understand? ”

Disciple Lu Rong, imitating the study of Master Wen.

Just looking at the handwriting, if it weren't for the author's special explanation, people like Zhang Yuan, who are not skilled enough, would not have seen that this is not genuine.

This is a disciple named Lu Rong, imitating Wen Yanting's work.

"Lu Rong? Isn't this the prefect of Yizhou? Is it a duplicate name? "Yizhou is Zhang Yuan's hometown, and the prefect is equivalent to a four-rank official, and it is a medium-sized city.

"It's that Lu Rong, Lu Ziyi is also."

Wang Cong said.

Only students whose literary attainments have been approved by the teacher can write their own names when they imitate them.

This four-grade prefect seems to be not only at home in officialdom, but also quite good in literature.

No one doubts Wen Yanting's integrity, because Wen Yanting has been a standard merry man all his life, although he likes to linger in Qinglou and is a standard merry talent, he was able to refuse the imperial court three times, the reason was that he was afraid that the case would be tiring, which would take up his time for prostitution! Therefore, the students who approved him really have some material.

For example, this open book, Zhang Yuan looked left and right, and he couldn't see the difference with Wen Yanting.

Of course, there must also be something to do with the fact that he hasn't seen the real thing a few times.

The only time he saw the real thing was in the village, where a pair of gentle, solemn seven-character quatrains hung in his husband's house.

He often goes to see it, and he just has some impressions in his head.

"Look at this pen, if it is Wen, it will definitely be slightly hooked to the right, which is more powerful and powerful.

However, it has indeed reached the point where it is true that it is fake, and Governor Lu is also a person with real talent and learning. ”

Wang Cong is also a calligraphy enthusiast.

Wang Cong is a strong man in theory, let him see, he can analyze the head and head is the Tao, and if he really writes it, he lacks that kind of charm.

It's all in small letters, and Zhang Yuan's characters are still more beautiful.

Zhang Yuan knew that his qualifications were good, but due to his family's poverty, he had never even seen the authentic works a few times.

If he could be given an authentic copy of his handwriting, his handwriting would definitely improve.

It's a pity that once you write something that you are satisfied with, you will definitely give priority to your disciples.

Occasionally, there is an outflow, which is immediately snapped up by the powerful.

He could have made more achievements, but he had no choice but not enough resources and buried his talent.

At this point, no one can help him.

Even Daoist Wang Luochuan, who has hundreds of students, can't get a copy of the authentic handwriting, let alone a small person like Zhang Yuan.

While copying, Zhang Yuan paid attention to the operation of the aura in his body.

Writing and practicing calligraphy, to put it bluntly, is to make the spiritual power in the body more abundant, which is conducive to cultivating immortals.

Combined with the "Tu Na Gong" taught by the sect, you can guide the aura of heaven and earth into your dantian and strengthen yourself.

This is the process of power growth.

Zhang Yuan carefully perceived the aura in the person's body, like blue ripples, like ripples on the lake.

Then, it splits into a trickle and slowly flows to the fingertips of the pen you are holding.

"The vastness of the world and the ...... of the sea" As each word fell onto the paper, the spiritual power of the dantian was also decreasing.

However, Zhang Yuan had a wonderful feeling about his aura, and the more he used it, the more beneficial bonuses he had.

It's like exercising, improving your physical fitness, you will feel it.

Reading and practicing calligraphy, regardless of time, Zhang Yuan entered an ethereal realm.

He read the words of the Wen family intently, it was beautiful and gorgeous, it was also enjoyment, and it would have a gain in spiritual power.

Good books, good texts, open books are beneficial.

Time unconsciously, after a whole day, Zhang Yuan did not stop until the dantian dried up, his head was very painful, dizzy, and almost his eyes were full of stars.

At this time, let alone appreciating the text anymore, even looking at the words is a blurry ghost.

"You're overusing your aura, take a break."

Wang Cong said.

Jiupin disciples, the total amount of spiritual power is very low, and they can't withstand much consumption, so they can only save it now.

"That's it for today, let me count, it's okay, five hundred words are finished."

Zhang Yuan is very satisfied with his work.

He's done the best he can be.

is afraid of comparison, and then look at what Lu Rong wrote, and what he copied, it is simply clear at a glance, which is the old and spicy writing, and which is the freshman beginner.

Wang Cong was also very interesting and gave Zhang Yuan a red bag.

Zhang Yuan knew that this was today's moistening pen, so he accepted it unceremoniously.

Calculating the time, the medicinal herbs that my father caught should be almost finished, and I have to ask someone to go to the city to buy them.

Say goodbye to going down the mountain and open the money bag, which is five taels of broken silver.

"It's okay, it's not copper coins.

That Wang Cong is worthy of being the son of a businessman. ”

Zhang Yuan felt that Wang Cong was quite upright, and now silver is relatively easy to circulate.

Above the silver, there are ingots, Zhang Yuanda has never seen this kind of thing since he was born.

Zhang Yuan left a few odd flowers for himself, and asked the sect to help and sent the rest to his hometown.

He sincerely hopes that there will be another copy of this kind of business, so that he can support his family and no longer have to be financed by blind dates.

When he was enlightened at the age of six, no one supported him.

When he went to the county to take the exam at the age of seventeen, no one sponsored him, and even the pen and ink were given by his husband.

However, when Hongchen Dao came to choose people, the family was broken through the threshold, money and rice were sent, and countless people even came to the door to propose relatives.

"Immortal cultivators, cut off the red dust!" If it weren't for this paper master's order, Zhang Yuan would have married a wife now.

And because of the door rules, only immediate family members are allowed to receive funding, and those who don't know each other are all returned.

For three years, every time Zhang Yuan went home, in addition to bringing less copper coins, he also had a low-grade elixir.

The relatives who funded him, seeing that Zhang Yuan did not have any oil and water, had gradually decreased in recent years, and even some rumors came out, saying that he had actually been abandoned by the sect a long time ago.

Otherwise, why hasn't the foundation been built for three years, and no treasures can be taken out? Have you been abandoned? Zhang Yuan bought some rice noodles and a good roast chicken at the bazaar, and returned to live in his cave.

That's right, it's a real cave, right on one of the most remote peaks of the Red Dust Road.

The sect didn't arrange a place for him to live, so he found a seemingly comfortable cave and lived in it.

Building a foundation for one year is the best cultivation threshold to break through.

That Wang Cong is now in the foundation building period, and it has taken a year and a half, and his qualifications are ordinary.

What about Zhang Yuan? When he was chosen, he said that he had condensed the aura in his body, and it was no surprise that he should be a cultivation genius.

However, he was unable to build a foundation for a long time, and he could not even cultivate the most ordinary spell.

The sect felt that it was the coach who chose people to look away, but they were embarrassed to slap themselves in the face directly, so they had to let it go and let Zhang Yuan die for himself.

No master was willing to accept him.

Originally, Zhang Yuan himself gave up and planned to go back to continue the imperial examination.

However, he was pleasantly surprised to find that although he did not have cultivation resources in Hongchen Dao, he had more books for the imperial examination than when he was in the village.

Staying here, it doesn't seem to delay your imperial examination? Moreover, he is often nourished by aura, and Zhang Yuan feels that his body is much stronger.

In the past, he was physically weak, and he would be too tired to walk two miles on flat land.

Now, he can carry two catties of rice noodles on his back and climb the Erli mountain road without panting.

After an hour of climbing, Zhang Yuan finally walked to the entrance of his cave.

"Shisangtai."

Zhang Yuan was bitter and happy, and he named his cave Shisangtai.

Strictly speaking, the cave wasn't his.

Three years ago.

In the back mountain, there is a white fox, which has become a fine spirit for a long time, lives here, and can speak people's mouths.