Chapter 100: Something in a hurry (qíng)

In the carriage, the man in Tsing Yi named Zhou Sheng broke the silence and asked.

Xu Yanben closed his eyes and pondered, and immediately opened his eyes when he heard the words, and said with a smile: "Brother Zhou is too famous, I just have research from time to time, and I have written a lot, naturally I am somewhat similar to Xu Xiang's, but it is incomparable." ”

In fact, these are indeed what he thinks in his heart, but in Zhou Sheng's ears, they have become modest.

"Mengcheng Lord Hou (ài), I have seen Brother Yang's works, and I was shocked at the time, and now when I see the deity, I really can't hide my admiration."

"Uh... Don't dare to be, don't dare to be. ”

Xu Yan blinked, and responded a little embarrassedly.

He wrote those words by hand, and now he is a little difficult to adapt to such praise.

Zhou Sheng smiled faintly, suddenly changed the topic, and said, "I heard that Brother Yang has also entered the immortal path recently?" ”

"Exactly, I have to thank the city lord for this, thanks to his guidance."

"I see, working under the city lord has also gained a lot in recent years, if Brother Yang (rì) encounters any trouble, or something you don't understand, you can come to find me."

"This..."

Xu Yan's eyes showed a little hesitation, although he was not deeply involved in the world, he was not stupid, and he could naturally hear the meaning of Zhou Sheng's words.

The speed of the carriage was very fast, but fortunately the ground was flat, and the carriage was finely constructed, so there was no bump in the road

"By the way, I forgot, I am the supervisor under the city lord, and I am responsible for handling all kinds of affairs in the flat (rì), and now I am barely in the late stage of the neighboring two realms."

Zhou Sheng added with a smile.

Supervisor, this is a relatively special position, and if you really want to have power, you can only be under the city lord, and no one can transfer it except the city lord.

They are responsible for many things (qíng), but they rarely intervene directly, which is equivalent to the eyes of the city lord.

Xu Yan stared at Zhou Sheng directly, and he smiled very gently

At the moment, it gave people the feeling of a chūn wind, as if the entire carriage had been eclipsed by him.

Xu Yan also smiled, and his serious face suddenly became brighter.

"Okay, then thank you Brother Zhou, I will definitely remember this (qíng) in the future."

He knew Zhou Sheng's position, and also saw the brand on Zhou Sheng's waist, and after a little association, he knew that he had just thought too much.

It was not Zhou Sheng who promised him, but the city lord, but the city lord's special status, so it was inconvenient to express his position directly. If it weren't for what Rutz said, why would a powerful person in the city suddenly give such a good deed?

Xu Yan's eyes were full of emotion, the city lord took such good care of him, this grace (qíng) was really a bit big.

Zhou Sheng looked at his watch (qíng), a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and he nodded lightly.

The carriage drove straight into the castle lord's mansion, and after a long time of travel, it came to a stop in an open place. The groom at the front of the car shouted hello, and the second lack walked down, and under the leadership of Zhou Sheng, it turned again

Halfway through, I came to the front of a quiet house.

In the city lord's mansion with many high-rise buildings, this room is very abrupt, not only is the decoration simple, but there is not even a single guard around it

Although he had known the city lord's (xìng) character for a long time, it still made Xu Yan feel awe.

"City Lord, Xu Yan is here."

Zhou Sheng slowly walked two meters in front of the room and said a word with a respectful expression. His voice was so light that Xu Yan behind him (shēn) couldn't really hear it, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

Inside, there was silence.

The two waited patiently, and for a long time, they only heard a "squeak", and the wooden door of the room was pushed open from the inside.

"Zhou, let you run in person, it's hard work."

The old and kind voice came from it, giving people a kind of affinity

Inscrutable

The lord of the castle walked out, moving slowly, the god (qíng) peaceful, his silver-white hair tied haphazardly behind a black belt (shēn), and his loose white robe hanging on the ground, but it was clean and not stained with a trace of dust.

As soon as he appeared, Xu Yan had a strange illusion, as if there was a majestic mountain in front of him, unrivaled in his momentum, suppressing the Quartet. But when he looked closely, it all disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if it had never appeared.

"What kind of realm is this!"

Xu Yan was shocked in his heart, although the feeling was very vague, he had no doubts.

Because that feeling comes from the eyes between the eyebrows! It's just that at this time, his cultivation is still shallow, and his eyes are just getting started, so it is difficult to feel clearly at will.

"Meet the Lord."

When Xu Yan was still shocked, Zhou Sheng had already bowed, and then said: "The city lord is serious, Brother Yang's posture is even more proficient in calligraphy."

It's deep, how can it feel hard to greet him in person. ”

His words are very gentle, and the artistic conception on (shēn) is actually similar to that of the city lord, plain, not impatient, and comfortable.

"See the Castle Lord."

Xu Yan also came back to his senses at this time and hurriedly bowed. No more dwelling on the feeling just now.

The old city lord nodded and said, "Don't be polite, Zhou, you go and get busy first, Xu Yan, you come with me." ”

He flicked down his sleeves, and the two of them were held up. didn't have time to feel it, Xu Yan followed into the house, while Zhou Sheng stood still for a moment and left quietly.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, except for a table and a chair, there are only a few calligraphy and paintings on the wall, Xu Yan looked at it, and immediately recognized it, one of which was brought by himself last time.

The director of the old city watched him, and he walked to the table, on the black table, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, all available.

He stretched out his hand, smoothed out the white rice paper spread, and then picked it up.

"Yang You, what do you think of this painting?"

He asked with a smile, the wrinkles on his face were crowded together, coupled with the casual outfit, where is the appearance of the city lord, he is a man who sells words and shows off his skills.

The respect on Xu Yan's face did not decrease in the slightest, and when he heard the words, he immediately walked over and looked at the rice paper. On the pure white and flawless rice paper, four big black characters seem to come out of the paper, and the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, and the momentum is extraordinary.

"One husband is the closer." Xu Yan read a sentence silently, frowned and looked at it for a long time, and then said with a serious face: "This painting is very well written, but..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that the artistic conception of the expression has deviated."

"Oh? What do you mean by that? ”

The old city lord raised his eyebrows, revealing an interested look, and looked at Xu Yan with a pair of flat eyes, although it was a little cloudy, but it couldn't hide the essence in it.

Xu Yan groaned and continued: "At a glance, this character feels majestic and magnificent, invincible, but a husband

What these four words require is indomitable courage, as if facing thousands of troops, regardless of ability, what you want is the feeling of putting life and death out of the way. ”

"The handwriting is good and the momentum is very strong, but when put together, there is a gap."

He was very sincere, very hearty, and did it in one go, as if he didn't know that it was the current city lord who came up with this letter.

The old city lord stared at Xu Yan tightly, his eyes sharp, wanting to see something in his eyes. It's just that Xu Yan has no other expression (qíng) on his face except for seriousness and seriousness.

The old city lord looked at it for a long time, and this momentum suddenly disappeared without a trace, and he laughed twice without any image, and immediately said: "Okay! A good one is indomitable, and a good one is out of the way. ”

"This painting was written by Zhou Sheng, he was stupid and didn't know the reason, and you are the only person who has a problem at present."

Xu Yan smiled softly. The words of the city lord have ulterior motives, and the problem with this painting can be seen by anyone who knows a little calligraphy.

But he was the only one who knew it, and the meaning was self-evident.

He didn't make any comments on these issues involving people's hearts, and the old city lord also brushed them aside. I saw him throw away the rice paper in his hand, and in a trance, there seemed to be a gust of wind blowing in the room, and the rice paper slowly fell to the corner of the wall.

The soft and delicate rice paper floated to the ground, as if it had been smoothed in the air, without a trace of folding.

Xu Yan's eyes fell on the rice paper, his face was calm, but his heart was already flooded with turbulent waves. The rice paper thrown out of his hand can be controlled to such an extent, not only neat and stable, but most importantly, if he doesn't feel it with his eyes, he can't even feel the control of the old city lord.

It's not an exaggeration to say that this kind of ability, even the uncle of the Second Realm Great Perfection is far from being able to catch up.

"Okay, it's just a little means, don't care, with your fu, (rì) will be able to get to this point sooner or later."

The old city lord glanced at Xu Yan casually and said lightly.

Then, he walked back to the table, took the inkstone and grinded it carefully, and at the same time, a chapter of rice paper quietly floated out from under the table

The movement was spread out on the table.

"How many cyclones have you condensed?" While grinding, he said abruptly.

Xu Yan was still immersed in the rice paper floating up and down, and when he heard this, he was stunned for a moment, but then turned into great joy, and hurriedly said: "Back to the city lord, one hundred and twenty-four cyclones have been condensed so far. ”

"The speed is quite fast, at least, it's a lot faster than Zhou Sheng's."

The old city lord nodded and said: "When it comes to cultivation, you just need to remember not to be impatient, to fight steadily and steadily, even more so if you have a spirit absorbing bead, my cultivation experience is full of many years of experience, you can think about it yourself." ”

"Thank you, city lord."

Xu Yan reached the ground, but only halfway down (shēn) Zizi felt as if he was being held up by a pair of invisible raised hands, and no matter how hard he tried, it was difficult to go down a bit.

The old city lord was still quietly studying the ink, his expression mild.

"I don't accept disciples, and the cultivation experience I gave you is just that

I think you're good, and I just want to get you started on a whim. ”

"The grace of entry is like reinvention!"

Xu Yan looked serious and pondered for a long time, and then said seriously: "If there is no city lord's grace, I am afraid that the word is still raising flowers and reading in the courtyard at this time, and there will be no achievements today." ”

For him, the introduction of Xianmen is equivalent to giving him hope to find his parents.

The old city lord's hand stopped, and in the pitch-black inkstone, a little ink reflected (shè) the sunlight outside the window, slowly flowing.

"Alas, the cruelty of the cultivation realm is far beyond your imagination, maybe there is one, you will regret it, and if you don't blame me at that time, it will be good."

The light in his eyes had long since subsided, replaced by a trace of exhaustion, and the golden sunlight sprinkled on the pure white coat, but instead of flowing vigorously, it was a little heavy.

The atmosphere in the room seemed to have become gloomy between these three words, and Xu Yan only felt that his heart sank, almost out of breath.

Coercion

A trace of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and the air seemed to condense together, making it difficult for him to move.

The cold sweat gradually flowed down, gathered on the tip of his nose, turned into a crystal bead of sweat, and then gathered bigger and bigger.

"Poof!"

Xu Yan seemed to hear a soft sound, and beads of sweat quietly dripped to the ground and splashed in all directions.

The feeling of oppression around him suddenly receded like a tide at this moment, and he only felt that his body was loose, and he quickly stabilized his (shēn) form, so that he did not lose his center of gravity and fell.

Quietly took two deep breaths, Xu Yan's face was full of surprise, and he looked at the kind old city lord in front of him, and stopped talking.

"Alas, it's too early to talk to you, and I asked you to come over this time because I want you to write a few more words."

The old city lord stroked his gray beard and said calmly. It seems that he didn't notice the situation just now, nor did he notice Xu Yan's state

。

Xu Yan took a deep breath, clasped his hands into fists, and immediately walked over, looked at the white and pure rice paper in front of him, and a few points of thick ink in the inkstone, and asked, "Dare to ask the lord of the city what words are written?" ”

"One husband is the closer."

The old city lord smiled kindly, and glanced at the words on the corner, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Okay."

After Xu Yan clicked zero, he didn't think much about it, and directly took the wolf pen on the desk, put it in the inkstone and tapped it a few times.

At this moment, all his thoughts fell silent, the feeling of suffocation just now disappeared, and the city lord on the side of (shēn) also disappeared, and only the rice paper remained in his eyes.

A momentum gradually overflowed from his body, like a moth to a fire, fearless, and like a dead soldier on the battlefield, making people feel sad.

The city lord quietly took a step back, his eyes full of appreciation.

The ink pen in Xu Yan's hand finally fell, and he rushed to kill

The momentum is drawn back and forth.

A drop of black ink could not withstand the shock (dàng), and quietly flew out and landed on the old city lord's white clothes, where there seemed to be a layer of diaphragm, blocking it for a moment.

The momentum on Xu Yan (shēn) became stronger and stronger, and the black ink seemed to be encouraged, and finally it fell, and a black spot was suddenly outlined on the dusty white clothes.

The smile on the old city lord's face became thicker and thicker, and after glancing at the black dot lightly, he didn't care, and continued to look at Xu Yan.

Lift the pen.

Stop.

Coherent!

"City Lord, the son is finished."

Xu Yan bowed slightly, and then put the wolf pen on the inkstone, at this time he was like a deflated ball, and the momentum just now was like an illusion.

"Good word! Good word! ”

The old city lord walked over and looked at the four big characters on the table, double

His eyes lit up, like a poor man who had picked up a treasure, and he was very happy.

He picked up the word and observed it for a long time, and then said: "This is not Xu Xiang's style, it seems that your attainments in this area are indeed extremely high, and I sigh to myself." ”

"The lord of the city has an overreputation."

Xu Yan wanted to salute again, but was held up by a pair of invisible hands.

"Okay, I'm not such a vulgar (tào) person, if you see me in the future, you will be exempted."

"But, in the book..."

"I haven't had a broken book if I'm a city lord?"

The old city lord's eyes suddenly widened, and he choked back the second half of Xu Yan's sentence, and when he saw that Xu Yan didn't dare to speak, he nodded with satisfaction and continued to appreciate the words in his hand.

After a while, as if he had discovered something, he sighed softly and put the words back on the table.

"Yang You, you seem to be missing something."

"Please also ask the city lord to make it clear."

The old city lord stroked his beard, waved back with one hand, and the rice paper on the corner flew over.

"This character is not in the right momentum, but your character is not in good spirits."

Then, I saw a little fingertip of his finger, and the pair of characters flew in front of Xu Yan's (shēn).

"I just watched you write with extraordinary momentum, but now, the paper is less than one-tenth, the shape is there, the momentum has not arrived."

He shook his head a little disappointed, took the inkstone in one hand, and sharpened it again.

"Let's write another one."

"Yes."

…

"There are still some shortcomings, let's write another one."

"Uh... Be. ”

…

"Momentum! Momentum! Put your momentum into it and write again

One pair! ”

"Yes."

…

Inside, the sunlight on the table gradually expands and lengthens, until it shines on the walls.

The rice paper in the corner was stacked more and more, the inkstone was polished again and again, and even the neat and soft wolf pen was a little messy.

"The city... City Lord, I really can't write. ”

Xu Yan looked at his slightly trembling right hand and said something stupid.

The old city lord's face still had that kind smile, like a (chūn) breeze, but now in his eyes, it looked like a ghost who eats spare.

"Hmm... This momentum is getting less and less, and it's not as good as the first pair. ”

The smile on the old city lord's face gradually dissipated, and with a wave of his hand, the words on the table flew to the corner of the wall, becoming a member of the thick stack.

Xu Yan's face was a little ashamed, for a whole afternoon, the city lord

are explaining to him how to integrate momentum into the pen and into the sub-room, but he still hasn't understood it after listening to it for so long.

"That's it, seeing that you've been writing for so long, I'm also getting some itchy hands."

The old city lord sighed as if he hated iron, stretched out one hand, and the wolf pen immediately fell into his hand.

A bit of ink flew up from the inkstone, and before Xu Yan could react, it melted into the wolf's hair.

The old city lord lifted the tip of the pen and glanced at it, nodded with satisfaction, and immediately landed it on the rice paper, without the momentum of surprise or large movements.

As if he was not writing, but rowing, his wrists shook slightly from side to side, and in a short time, four big characters appeared.

Xu Yan frowned and looked over with a serious face.

A terrifying aura suddenly rushed out of it, like a general on the battlefield, rushing out with a mortal heart, and leaping in front of his (shēn).

The murderous intent that seemed to be real made him feel shocked in his heart, and the whole (shēn) was cold

Mao Du stood up, and couldn't help but slap forward with one hand, and the aura converged in his palm, bringing the sound of whirring wind.

The next moment, he only felt a spirit, and the killing machine in front of him suddenly dissipated and became invisible, how could there be any generals, and some were just the city lord who put down the wolf's pen.

"It's... Is this a hallucination? ”

Xu Yan was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked. That feeling just now was too real, and at this time, there was still an undissipated aura in his palm.

The old city lord turned around and said, "The killing machine just now is not an illusion, if you don't resist, you will inevitably be injured." ”

"How is that possible!"

Xu Yan took a step back, Rao is calm mind (rì), and he was also shocked at this time. A pair of words written casually can actually hurt people? And the near-real killing intent is simply chilling.

"That's momentum."

The old city lord walked over and stretched out one hand, but in a moment, a little bit of gold was condensed.

Practice calligraphy

"The potential is originally illusory and invisible, and it can't really affect others, but immortal cultivators are different."

The golden mangs in his hand swirled around, as if they were alive, and the trajectory of each one was different, Xu Yan looked at it carefully, and after a while, these golden mangs suddenly left the palm of the city lord and jumped into the rice paper.

"Reiki is the foundation of all things, it can be integrated into all things in the world, just like weapons, the human body, and potential. When the aura is integrated, the original illusory and formless potential is suddenly infinitely magnified and endowed with an entity, and the momentum in my mouth refers to this entity. ”

The old city lord spoke to himself, and then tapped one hand on the rice paper, and suddenly, a pressure diffused from it, and in an instant, it filled the entire house.

Xu Yan only felt that his body sank, and he seemed to be about to be suppressed and paralyzed, but fortunately, this force was not strong, even he could barely support it.

"Do you know why Xu Xiang's words are highly regarded?"

The old city lord abruptly changed the topic and asked.

Xu Yan pondered for a moment, but only shook his head, he knew very well that the matter in the meantime was probably not as simple as he thought, and the old city lord was teaching him now.

"Xu Xiang's calligraphy attainments are indeed extremely high, but another reason for being respected is his cultivation."

"Cultivation?" Xu Yan's brows furrowed, not knowing why.

"Not bad. Xu Xiang's cultivation is unimaginable to outsiders, and this has led to his extremely powerful power, even if he just writes a simple killing word, if he has a heart, ordinary people will be killed just by looking at it. ”

"And this kind of coercion is what we usually call coercion." 。。。。。。。。。。。。。。

Xu Yan fell silent, this time he didn't marvel, but instead thought of the pressure that emanated from the old city lord (shēn) earlier, which almost overwhelmed him。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。

Seeing that he didn't speak, the old city lord didn't care, and continued: "In fact, I don't need to have much of this ability, you will naturally understand it in the future, but I see that you have some attainments in calligraphy, so don't make use of it."

It's a pity. ”。。。。。。。。。

"Thank you, city lord." Xu Yan clenched his fists with both hands, this time he learned to be obedient and did not dare to salute.

The old city lord waved his hand, yawned, and said, "That's it, let's stop here, I'll leave the method to you, as for these words, stay here." ”

After that, he turned (shēn) and waited for the eviction order。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。