The power of the growth of all things slowly disappeared from the hearts of everyone, and everyone was stunned.

In the void, the invisible "Ding" character had disappeared, and the temperature in the sword-forging room had dropped again.

Lu Zixin, who was holding the Falling Star Pen, was pale, his big hands trembled slightly, and his eyes were feverish.

This spirit pen, which has been sealed for thousands of years, still maintains a strong spirituality, and he can write it for the first time.

In time, the pen of the falling star, why not summon the power of the falling star?

Seeing that everyone had not recovered from the shock, Lu Zixin casually inserted the falling star pen on the hairpin, pulled Ye Changsheng, and walked out.

By the time everyone reacted, the figures of the two had disappeared at the door.

An Zhisu chased out first, but saw that it was empty, and the two were long gone.

Later, the Taixu real person who followed couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Even the teleportation has been used, which shows that it is inevitable." ”

In a hut where he didn't know, Ye Changsheng sat on a chair, looked around in shock, and then looked at Lu Zixin opposite.

He only remembered following Lu Zixin out of the door, and then his brain was in a trance, and when he came back to his senses, he arrived in this small library.

"Mountain Chief, this, where is this?" Ye Changsheng asked with a look of surprise.

Lu Zixin said lightly: "This is the old man's study in the academy. ”

Wenshan Academy, this is Wenshan?!

Ye Changsheng was completely shocked, but in the blink of an eye, he left the Royal Military Construction Bureau and came to Wenshan, thirty miles outside the city?

Lu Zixin looked at Ye Changsheng's fussy appearance, and said with a smile: "Xiucai doesn't go out, he can know the world's affairs, do you think it's just a casual talk?"

Ye Changsheng stammered: "It can be done to kill one person in ten steps, and not stay for a thousand miles?"

"Of course," Lu Zixin added, "It's true that the realm is high, but the old man's teleportation is not that powerful, you think it's fast, it's just that you have lost the concept of time." ”

Well, teleportation.

Changsheng's eyes were full of awe, there were many things he couldn't see, and he didn't have the chance to see them, in the final analysis, it was because his realm was too low.

This is like the scribe's shirt on Lu Zixin's body, which is actually made of the outer skin of the 10,000-year-old bamboo, and the entire Tianxuan Continent can't find a few.

How can ordinary people see the preciousness of this garment, and the magic of this garment?

If it weren't for the Sanchuan School Palace, Xiao Wenzong inadvertently mentioned it while chatting, and Ye Changsheng wouldn't have seen it.

Lu Zixin sat opposite, took out the falling star pen on the hairpin, and said, "Changsheng, say, what do you want?"

Such a precious freehand pen, Lu Zixin naturally won't take it in vain, and he can't afford to lose this person.

After a thousand years of Wenshan Academy, it was always possible to find treasures that satisfied Changsheng and exchange them.

Ye Changsheng was mentally prepared, thought about it for a while, and said truthfully: "Mountain Chief, the younger generation wants to borrow the classics about freehand." ”

A freehand classic?!

Lu Zixin looked at Ye Changsheng unexpectedly, as if he didn't expect Ye Changsheng to propose such an exchange condition.

Immediately, his brows furrowed, and he said solemnly: "Changsheng, do you know what the conditions are required for cultivating Da Xianyi?"

Changsheng shook his head, revealing an open mind to ask for advice.

Lu Zixin said helplessly: "Cultivating the secret art of freehand, personal talent, understanding, and talent are all indispensable. Your talent and understanding, the old man never doubts, although your talent is very poor, but after learning, it is not impossible to make up for it. ”

"However," Lu Zixin's voice changed, "to comprehend the freehand, you must cultivate the spirit of Haoran in your chest, which is very difficult for you to do." ”

The so-called internal cultivation is the same as the Buddha and the Tao, referring to the classics, meditating and fasting, and contemplating oneself in the heart.

And external cultivation is to do Confucian benevolence and righteousness, righteous things, without the spirit of killing oneself and becoming benevolent, it is difficult to condense the spirit of Haoran.

Lu Zixin never doubted Ye Changsheng's character, but he could also see the powerful dark side of Ye Changsheng's heart, from the beginning, Ye Changsheng was not suitable for Confucianism.

Since it is not suitable, then where does the cultivation of Haoran Qi begin?

Without the spirit of Haoran, without the heart of killing, without sincerity, how can we comprehend the freehand?

I think that at the beginning, in order to cultivate the freehand, the Confucian sages held a pen every day to write and practice, so that the bald pen piled up into a mountain, so that they killed all the rabbits in the middle mountains, so that the pool was dyed black, and even the plum blossoms that bloomed by the pool were ink.

What kind of perseverance is this, what kind of concentration is this, and what kind of concentration can ordinary people do?

If Ye Changsheng transferred his obsession with sword casting to freehand, Lu Zixin was still somewhat confident, but was this possible?

Besides, Ye Changsheng gave him this falling star pen, where did he find another freehand pen?

Lu Zixin did not hide it at all, and bluntly said the concerns in his heart.

He couldn't help but say it, lest Ye Changsheng think he was stingy, lest Ye Changsheng not be able to comprehend it after practicing, but would blame the Confucian way.

Ye Changsheng humbly accepted the teaching, and said with a slight smile: "The mountain chief misunderstood, Changsheng knew that he had no chance with Daxiyi, he just wanted to understand and satisfy his curiosity." ”

Curiosity?

Lu Zixin couldn't help but want to criticize Changsheng for a few words, but suddenly thought of something, and suddenly said: "Do you want to understand the big mudra through capitalization?"

Ye Changsheng smiled and nodded: "I still hope that the mountain will grow into perfection." ”

In a few days, he was going to face off against the Vajra Meng Mastiff of Huoyun Temple, and to be honest, Changsheng was not sure of victory.

Tantric Mahamudra has always been mysterious and powerful, and the mastiff has practiced in Huoyun Temple since he was a child, and he must have a deep understanding, and he is naturally powerful when he uses it.

The so-called knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent is invincible.

In such a short period of time, Changsheng has no way to understand the tantric mudra, but he can get a glimpse of some of the mysteries of the Confucian Daxim.

The avenue of the world has the same destination, so there is a bypass.

Changsheng wants to give it a try, even if he doesn't get anything, it would be good to satisfy his curiosity.

In the sword casting room before, the word "Ding" written by Lu Zixin amazed him.

Lu Zixin saw that Ye Changsheng didn't seem to be joking, he pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "Since this is the case, then the old man will fulfill you, but if you can't understand it, you can't regret it!"

As he spoke, Lu Zixin clenched the pen in his hand and looked at Ye Changsheng vigilantly.

Ye Changsheng couldn't cry or laugh: "Mountain Chief, I don't regret it, this pen was originally handed over to you, otherwise why would the younger generation take it out in public?"

Lu Zi's heart was suddenly, a soft smile appeared in his eyes, and he got up leisurely and said, "Come with the old man." ”

Ye Changsheng hurriedly stood up and followed Lu Zixin out of the room.

The freehand, the freehand of the four secret techniques, he can finally spy on one or two.