When Zhang Yuan first came, the white fox brother was not at home, he thought that no one occupied the cave of this spirit beast, and nominated "Shi Sangtai".

When the white fox came back from hunting, he saw that the cave was occupied by humans, not only did he not get angry, but he commented on the three words "Shisangtai" for a long time, and seemed to understand the subtlety of words.

"Good name, but the penmanship is not strong enough.

You haven't been cultivating for long, have you? The white fox spoke, and saw through Zhang Yuan's depth at a glance.

"Brother Huihu, I've only been in the business for a year."

Zhang Yuan said honestly.

"Who is your master?"

"I don't have enough qualifications, I don't have a master."

Later, I learned that the white fox had a place to live somewhere else, and this stone cave was only a temporary shelter.

In order to thank Zhang Yuan for giving him the inscription, the white fox allowed Zhang Yuan to temporarily live in the stone cave before finding his master.

One person, a fox demon, lives next to each other.

As a result, it was obvious that the white fox had miscalculated.

Zhang Yuan has not entered the foundation building for three years, and even the white fox said that he often sees Hongchen Dao disciples, but with such poor qualifications, "you are the only one".

"That doesn't matter, Brother Fox, you promised that I would always be able to live here until I found my master."

Zhang Yuan was familiar with the temper of the white fox, and now he was not afraid of it at all.

The white fox is very Taoist "rule by inaction", seeing that Zhang Yuan seems to be very pitiful, he doesn't mention the matter of taking back the cave, anyway, it is often not here.

Today.

When Zhang Yuan came back, he saw a few pinches of white hair on the ground, and he knew that the white fox had come back today, and he should have gone out to patrol the mountains.

Seeing that his spiritual power had recovered to a certain extent, Zhang Yuan began to use the stream at the door to wash rice and cook.

It's strange that Zhang Yuan's spiritual power can not only be recovered from writing, walking mountain roads, washing rice, chopping wood, and washing clothes, but also slowly.

Anyway, as long as he does things related to cultivating immortals, he can grow, not only limited to meditation and practicing calligraphy.

He asked other disciples, but no one could be like him.

To restore spiritual power, only meditating, taking pills, practicing calligraphy, or immortal weapons with recovery functions.

Otherwise, wouldn't ordinary people be able to become immortals when they were washing rice and chopping wood? Apparently impossible.

couldn't explain the strange phenomenon on his body, Zhang Yuan vaguely felt that he should keep his mouth shut.

There was wind in the forest, and the birds were screaming.

The movement was quite loud, and Zhang Yuan knew that the white fox was back.

The white fox doesn't know what grade it is, anyway, it's definitely not about building a foundation and practicing qi, otherwise there would not be such a big reaction in the forest.

From that side, there was a rustling of bushes.

Zhang Yuan looked back, and sure enough, he saw the white fox, strolling leisurely, so elegant and calm.

Its eyes are purple, and it has a strange and luxurious atmosphere.

"Brother Fox, I've always wanted to ask, what do you rely on to eat and drink? I've never seen you catch a pheasant or anything like that. ”

Zhang Yuan said.

The white fox is empty-handed and has no prey.

"I have the responsibility to protect this mountain forest, and the spirit beasts here are all my juniors."

The white fox sat down, watched Zhang Yuan make a fire, and didn't know how to use mana to help him, so he talked eloquently.

The voice is male, the fox is also male, Zhang Yuan once fantasized that the white fox could turn into a beauty, and the red sleeves added fragrance to read at night.

Obviously, now this illusion has come to naught.

Apart from providing him with a place to live, the white fox did not give him any substantial help.

"I went to copy Lu Rong's "Spiritual Collection" today, and I feel that there is some gain, so I will write it for you."

After eating, Zhang Yuan washed the pot and dishes, and watched his spiritual power recover to twenty percent.

He's used to it, it's useless to recover quickly anyway, he can't use spells.

"Since it's a collection of devotionals, why don't you copy the true handwriting of Wings?" The white fox knows calligraphy and painting.

Wen Yanting, the word wing.

"I want to, too, but I have to have it! The king Dao Chang tried his best, but he only got the opportunity to borrow the copy, where can I go to see the real thing? Zhang Yuan rolled his eyes vigorously.

"That's right, you don't have a master."

The white fox quacked and laughed, and his ability to harm people was also first-class.

Zhang Yuan was speechless, which pot is not opened! He dipped the end of his pen in the stream water and wrote directly on the stone tablet the collection of devotionals for today's recital.

He has a very good memory, and when he arrived at Hongchen Road, after being edified, he can now remember it.

Zhang Yuan has always felt that he is a learning material, but he has been delayed by his family background.

Zhang Yuan is also very confident in his understanding.

Zhang Yuan dipped his brush in water and wrote on the slate.

One stroke at a time, the shape is square, and the strokes are straight.

Xiaokai, what is particular about the font is upright, just like the cornerstone under the palace, the edges and corners are clearly visible.

"How?" After Zhang Yuan finished writing, he felt that his spiritual power had been consumed a lot.

Looking carefully at the words written, it is really much more pleasing to the eye.

The white fox groaned for a while.

"Getting started, okay.

But it's too immature, and obviously can't sink its mind.

Writing is writing, you think too much, how can you improve? "The white fox doesn't give him a very high evaluation.

Zhang Yuan also knows that his own words are estimated to be good among new scholars.

It is really not worth mentioning in the eyes of everyone who has studied knowledge for decades.

I don't know how old this white fox is, but seeing him speak in a gentle manner, I'm afraid the year is not too young.

"I know it's not enough, but how can I hold my breath?" Zhang Yuan was distressed, he felt that he had worked hard enough.

But the pen is immature, and this weakness is not something that can be easily changed.

"I heard, your hometown is Yizhou?" The white fox didn't answer, and asked rhetorically.

"What do you have to say?"

"There is a children's museum in Yizhou for the authentic works of wings.

You can go and see it. ”

The white fox said carefully.

It turned out that since Yizhou was the jurisdiction of Wen Yanting's disciples, in fact, the authentic works were relatively easy to find, but they were not easy to show to others.

Yizhou's largest bookstore, the Children's Museum, is said to enshrine all kinds of famous masters, but you want to go in and copy, it's easy to do, and pay money.

"Isn't this an insult to the world? Don't you care about Lord Lu? Zhang Yuan was dumbfounded.

Scholars are iron-clad, they can not worship their parents, and they can have fun with Lao Suo, how can they let the ink-scented books be stained with copper stench? Zhang Yuan's thinking is the thinking of a typical ancient scholar, and he can't turn a corner.

The white fox, jumping on a large rock and lying there, condescendingly, swept its tail and seemed to slap the dust that did not exist.

"I'm just telling you that there is this way, whether to go or not, it's up to you."

White Fox said.

Zhang Yuan, who was already ready to make a tirade, was knocked hard and speechless.

The white fox is this kind of transcendent character, but it is more like an immortal cultivator than many Dao leaders of the Red Dust Dao.

After such a toss, Zhang Yuan realized that he was a little excited to speak.

"Brother Fox kindly pointed the way, Zhang Yuanxin understood, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Zhang Yuan stood up as he spoke, and shook his head again and again.

"Hmm."

The white fox snorted, and seemed to be very satisfied with Zhang Yuan's attitude of admitting his mistake.

This little episode was taken over and no one mentioned it again.

There are three days, Zhang Yuan needs to write 1,500 words, this is not an easy task, even if there is the "Yuan Ling Pill" provided by Wang Cong for free to replenish spiritual power, it will be dizzy after three days.

After receiving a heavy bag of silver, Zhang Yuan's mind was still active.

He is young in the end, although he thinks that there are Confucian scholars who buy and sell copper coins, but he thinks that it may be impossible for him to go and see it.

As a beginner, it is impossible to say that there is no yearning for the children's museum where there are many famous original works.

With money in your pocket, you will be bold, and you will be able to read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles.

Originally, when a disciple went far away, he should report and ask for leave like his master, but without a master, Zhang Yuan avoided this trouble.

Besides, it's better for him not to come back every day, and the sect is only happier.

After thinking about it, he left a word at home, reminding the white fox that he didn't have to worry about going down the mountain today.

The young man, Tsing Yi, went down the mountain with his bags on his back.

It's strange to say.

This time, every time he walked, his spiritual power was faintly recovering, just like the hourglass in the bottle, although the amount was not much, he himself could feel it clearly.

I used to walk down the mountain, but there was no such progress.

Zhang Yuan had some guesses in his heart, I am afraid that it is because he is full of the mentality of "traveling thousands of miles" to go to school, and when he walks, he will increase his spiritual power and avoid physical and mental fatigue.

"The way of cultivation, is that so? All things are practice? As long as I have the heart to go to school, I can get the nourishment of aura in everything I do? Zhang Yuan guessed.