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.

"Those who read are destined to break 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.

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 inspecting the forest, he saw that the cave was occupied by humans, not only was he not angry, but he tasted 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 reading, he can grow, not only in meditation and 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.