After An Qingge returned to the room, he lay on the ground and began to write the "Taixu True Scripture" silently.

She has often written about this for tens of thousands of years, so it is really easy to write it.

When Fu Yunchen came in and saw An Qingge's serious appearance, he stopped moving.

He was still thinking about that question.

Is he really attracted to this woman?

At this time, An Qingge's voice sounded: "Young Master, when are you here?" ”

Fu Yunchen came back to his senses and said lightly: "I just came." ”

An Qingge continued to write.

Fu Yunchen looked at An Qingge's movements, flowing smoothly, and there seemed to be a trace of bookish air on her body, so she couldn't help asking, "Who taught you this." ”

"Who else teaches you how to write?" After An Qingge became an immortal, Tianjun gave her some books.

Not every immortal can be so lucky to worship a god as a teacher, so there are books in the heavenly realm that are specifically responsible for teaching the cultivation of immortals who have just become immortals, and there are book immortals in them.

An Qingge raised his head and looked at Fu Yunchen: "The young master must be better than me in writing, isn't it." ”

These words made Fu Yunchen cough lightly a few times: "I won't." ”

"Oh." An Qingge answered, and it was gone.

She just said a few polite words, after all, she has written for tens of thousands of years, how can Fu Yunchen write better than her.

Fu Yunchen felt a little embarrassed, so he wanted to say something to save a little face: "This is not usually used, so it is not something that must be learned." ”

An Qingge knew that these mortals nowadays were all about convenience, so he felt that this brush was not very convenient, and he snorted coldly in his heart when he used some Western pens: "It's true that people nowadays don't like these, but these are tens of thousands of years old, and it has its own charm." Speaking of this, An Qingge's mind flashed a person's face.

Thinking of this, An Qingge's eyes showed abnormal emotions.

She put down the pen in her hand: "A long time ago, I once met an old man, before I met him, I thought that writing was just writing, but after meeting him, I don't think so anymore. ”

"What did the old man say?" This made Fu Yunchen curious.

An Qingge thought for a while: "It's been too long, I forgot, I just remember him saying to me, writing is written with your heart, and you write with your heart." Then you will be able to write your own style of writing, which is more like cultivation, and it lies in cultivating the mind. ”

I think it's 20,000 years old.

Thinking of this, she sighed.

is also considered an old friend of hers, but presumably his bones have turned to ashes, after all, 20,000 years have passed.

Fu Yunchen didn't think much about it, he looked at An Qingge: "Can you teach me?" ”

"Absolutely." An Qingge took a piece of paper, then stood up, put it on the table next to him, and then pushed Fu Yunchen over.

Fu Yunchen didn't expect An Qingge's actions to be so fast, it seems that An Qingge really likes calligraphy.

This woman really likes to be different.

After pushing Fu Yunchen to the table, An Qingge frowned slightly: "It's a bit difficult to write." ”

"I'll have someone bring a table." Fu Yunchen said.

"Then forget it for today." An Qingge suddenly had a flash of inspiration, then dipped in ink, and wrote with a pen: Fu Yunchen.

After finishing writing, An Qingge blew it, and then handed the paper to Fu Yunchen: "Young master, take a look, is my writing good?" ”。

Fu Yunchen took it, saw the three words on the paper, and then looked at An Qingge, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened a little: "It's good-looking." ”