In the afternoon, Mr. Chen and Mrs. Fang went out to buy all kinds of paper and materials for Zhu Yan. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Chen Lan followed behind Zhu Yan, looking like she wanted to say and stopped.

Of course, Zhu Yan knew Chen Lan's thoughts, but whether ordinary people could also absorb the energy of the universe, he himself was not sure.

But you have to try it!

Zhu Yan asked Chen Lan to sit on a chair and close her eyes to meditate, abandon all distracting thoughts, imagine a void, and then quietly observe the changes in the halo on Chen Lan's body. Sure enough, the result disappointed him, and after half an hour, the color and brightness of the halo on Chen Lan's body hardly changed. This means that the method of pure meditation is not very effective for the average person.

Zhu Yan recalled the situation he had encountered before and decided to try another way. He felt that the reason why Chen Lan's ability to absorb the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi was too poor must be related to the fact that her Heavenly Eye was not opened at all. In this case, she can only let the rest of her body participate in absorbing the vitality, and this must open up the meridians of her whole body.

This time, after letting Chen Lan close her eyes and meditate, Zhu Yan directly pressed her palm on Chen Lan's forehead. Then, he closed his eyes and concentrated, allowing his mind to directly guide the spiritual energy to rush along the meridians to the Lao Gong acupoint in the palm of his hand.

After only a moment, the halo near the Lao Gong acupoint in Zhu Yan's palm became brighter and brighter, and the color became darker and darker. He tried to let his mind guide this halo energy into the halo on Chen Lan's body, but he couldn't succeed after many attempts, just like two immiscible liquids mixed together, he couldn't dissolve each other.

It seems that if Chen Lan can also absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, he must first solve the problem of spiritual energy fusion, and this matter can only be done first.

"Maybe I'm just going to have this life, not everyone can have adventures, I can't blame you!" Seeing Zhu Yan's apologetic eyes, Chen Lan comforted him instead.

They didn't know that each creature had its own specific frequency of psionic energy. Physicists have recently put forward the "string theory", pointing out that all matter in the universe is actually a cosmic string with a certain wavelength and frequency. The frequencies of different substances vary, and it is only when the frequencies of the two cosmic strings agree that the combination of addition and subtraction can occur. The same is true for psionic beings, such as hugs between lovers that can cause superficial halos to merge, but hugs between ordinary friends may not be like this. (See Related Work 3)

It didn't take long for Mr. Chen and Mrs. Fang to come back and buy a lot of paper and pen and ink materials, and it seemed that they were indeed full of confidence in Zhu Yan's Spring Festival couplets business. Next, everyone worked together to cut the paper to the size that matched the Spring Festival couplets.

It took nearly an hour to complete the cutting work, and there were thousands of red papers on the table. Zhu Yan seemed to see the zero votes shaking in front of him, not that he was greedy for money and stingy, but he was really poor.

After sorting out the materials, Chen Lan vigorously encouraged Zhu Yan to write immediately, and she also specially found a thick copy of "Spring Festival Couplets"?

Zhu Yan didn't start writing immediately, it took him almost half an hour to finish memorizing the "Spring Festival Couplets Collection", and selected some more satisfactory pairs from it. Then, he took a piece of paper and made a slight gesture.

Finally, Zhu Yan began to write. He writes very quickly, does not read, and almost every minute that passes a new couplet is born.

And every word on each of these couplets is so strong and full of meaning, if you don't see him write with your own eyes, you will definitely think that it is the work of an old calligrapher.

Zhu Yan wrote for three hours before he stopped writing, it's not that he can't write, there is constant nourishment of spiritual energy, how can he be tired of such work? He has an eye on it, he wants to leave half of it to write at the stall, and it must be a gimmick to write on the spot and sell it on the spot at his age. As for the work of doing business, he is not a chick, and he used to catch something from the ditch that his family planted, and he often sold it on the street.

At this time, Mrs. Fang was calling for dinner, so everyone dispersed in a hurry, washing their hands and washing their hands, and taking bowls, and they went their own ways.

Dinner was also spent in a festive atmosphere. During this period, Teacher Chen and Mrs. Fang praised Zhu Yan a lot, which made Chen Lan's mouth almost stilted, and she gave up after everyone's persuasion.

I had a good night's sleep, and early the next morning, Zhu Yan heard a knock on the door with a bang. When I got up, it turned out to be Chen Lan, a little girl, who was going to sell Spring Festival couplets on the street today, but she was so excited that she couldn't even sleep.

After breakfast, Zhu Yan, under the escort of Mr. Chen's family, took tables, chairs, stools and a large pile of paper materials to the farmers' market. According to past experience, the stalls selling Spring Festival couplets are generally set up on both sides of the entrance of the farmers' market, where there is a lot of traffic.

The morning breeze in the depths of winter is unexpectedly cold, coupled with the unique humidity of Jiangnan, which makes people's skin particularly cold. At this time in previous years, Zhu Yan's fingers must have been crawling with chilblains, but this year he is still plump.

Perhaps because of the fear of the cold, there were not many people coming and going on the street, but there were a few vendors selling snacks on the west side of the door, both men and women, and even a girl of six or seven years old. The vendors' clothes were a little shabby, some of them could even see the cotton wool peeking inside, and the little girl was shivering terribly in the cold wind.

Zhu Yan and Teacher Chen set up camp on the other side of the market gate, put up tables and chairs, put pen and ink, folded red paper, and then pulled a few rows of thick rope between the two trees on the side of the road, and hung some of the written Spring Festival couplets one by one. In this way, Zhu Yan's Spring Festival couplet shop was officially opened.

There were no guests on the road for the time being, so Zhu Yan asked Teacher Chen and Mrs. Fang to go back first, after all, everyone was busy at the end of the year, and it was enough for Chen Lan to help here.

So, Teacher Chen and Mrs. Fang agreed, and when they left, they specially told Chen Lan to take good care of Zhu Yan, saying that she was a sister. Also, you must be careful when looking for money, don't let Zhu Yan lose.

After Mr. Chen and the others left, Zhu Yan spread out the paper, grinded out the ink, and prepared to pick up the pen. Suddenly, he saw the little girl on the other side looking at him, her eyes wide and inquiring.

Zhu Yan smiled at her, and took out a few yuan of change to ask Chen Lan to buy some food at the food stall over there, so as to warm her body. Chen Lan still wanted to push away his money, but when she heard Zhu Yanyi say that this was also a cost of operation, she gave up.

Around eight or nine o'clock, there were more and more people shopping on the streets. Seeing that there were actually two children selling Spring Festival couplets on the stall here, and one of them was also very well written, many people gathered around curiously.

"Child, did you really write this couplet?" A middle-aged man who was standing in front of the Spring Festival couplets and looking left and right suddenly asked.