It was late at night, and Ha Xue had already fallen into a sweet sleep. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info at this time, Qingyang was alone in the room, looking at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desktop, this is today Uncle Qingyang Toha went to buy, when Qingyang took out a few Wang Shi, Uncle Ha was still a little surprised, but the surprise was covered up after a while, and instead he looked at Qingyang with a deep face.

Qingyang didn't say much about this. Wang Shi is really meaningless to him at the moment, even if there are dozens of top-grade Wang Shi in Luo Jie, it is meaningless to him.

The moonlight slowly climbed up the desktop like paint, adding a layer of mysterious brightness to the desktop, under such a beautiful moonlight, Qingyang took out a piece of white paper, the texture was very good, Qingyang spread it on the desktop.

"It's a good gift to use this as a greeting gift. Qingyang muttered to himself, and then held the wolf hao in his hand, lightly dipped in the ink, like a dragonfly dotting water, concentrating, all his thoughts instantly focused on the tip of the pen, and the next moment the pen came to the paper, lightly, back and forth a few times, one after another timeless and beautiful fonts appeared on the paper.

And just when Qingyang started writing, the royal qi and gray soul fire in his body unconsciously actually operated, which made Qingyang feel very strange, this was actually a subconscious behavior. Don't...

Qingyang pressed the surprise in his heart, and continued to write with a large pen in his sleeve, and the pen also outlined one beautiful font after another on the paper. And with the writing, Qingyang found a wonderful feeling, that Wang Qi and soul fire seemed to be involuntarily combined, what is the situation?

Qingyang was a little puzzled, can this royal qi and soul fire be combined?

If this scene is seen by Jian Lao, then he will definitely widen his eyes, because Wang Qi and Soul Fire are two different forces, and it is almost impossible to combine them. Now, with writing as the carrier, Qingyang actually perfectly combines them, and those fonts look different from the fonts written by ordinary people.

It is not only reflected in the flexibility of the font, but also reflects a kind of thing that even calligraphy can not write, that is the potential!

This kind of "potential" can give the font a new vitality, so that the font has some incredible power, that kind of power, I am afraid that even Qingyang himself does not know.

"What the hell is this?"

Under the illumination of the moonlight, Qingyang worked hard to write, line after line of wonderful fonts appeared in front of Qingyang's eyes, he himself could feel the difference in this writing, this font, simply... It's amazing!

Qingyang put down his pen and looked at the words he had just written:

Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud.

Take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the edge of the cultivation and half of the king.

Qingyang was completely shocked, the pupils in his eyes contracted violently, not how angry these fonts were, but a wonderful potential contained in them, this... It's actually mixed with an inexplicable Taoist meaning, and this momentum is simply... It's so powerful!

With Qingyang's current strength, if you want to forcibly wipe out this momentum, I'm afraid you can't do it!

"How can this be?" Qingyang Meng, what he wrote, he couldn't crack it himself!

It is true that Qingyang's cultivation has already entered the Qingxuan realm and given birth to soul fire, but it is impossible to use this potential, this potential... It seems that it can only appear when you are engrossed in writing.

Qingyang took a deep breath, and then shook his head again, he didn't expect that after his misfortune, he actually combined Wang Qi and Soul Fire in such a wonderful way, and the power born from this combination was very terrifying!

The poems on the table, if the discerning cultivator is here, he will definitely feel the majestic momentum between the lines, this is a kind of momentum that can only be possessed by people who have experienced endless vicissitudes of life and snow, all kinds of majestic atmosphere in the world that cannot be moved in my heart, everyone will be overshadowed when they see such a momentum!

Terrifying!

Qingyang gently rolled up the paper, put it aside, and then looked at the bright moon in the sky with some confused eyes, why is this? Why at this time, you still give me such a creation? It seems to ask the sky, and it seems to ask the back of an old man.

Qingyang knew that in fact, all of this was related to the synchronization of Jian Lao's soul, if it weren't for Jian Lao's synchronization with Qingyang's soul, his spiritual power would not produce mutations, and the birth of soul fire, he would never have comprehended these things, but at this moment, Qingyang's heart was complicated.

After a long time, Qingyang's brows slowly relaxed, and he sighed lightly: "Okay, this power can be regarded as protecting the children in this village." If something bad strikes him in the future, this scroll can also play some role. ”

Immediately Qingyang spread out another piece of paper again, concentrating on the book again, this time when writing, Qingyang's feeling is even more profound, this feeling of Wang Qi and soul fire running when writing a book, it is really wonderful, which not only improves the overall beauty of the font, but also makes the font attached to a terrible potential, that kind of potential, can simply engulf people.

Of course, this kind of potential is not experienced by ordinary people. But that kind of charm is at a glance.

That night, Qingyang wrote eight books. At the end of the writing, Qingyang was even able to infuse some more of that wonderful momentum when the pen was subdued and frustrated, making the scroll more vigorous and powerful, and its momentum was also more vivid, as if a living person was in front of you with an unrivaled momentum.

But this kind of condensation is obviously very consumed, and Qingyang's face has become very pale.

These books are used as a reward for children's reading. Under the moonlight, Qingyang smiled faintly.

The next day, when Qingyang appeared in front of everyone's eyes in a cyan scholar's outfit, everyone was deeply shocked by Qingyang's Confucian elegance, and I have to say that Qingyang's delicate eyebrows were born to be Mr.

And the people in the village are very happy, after all, the village finally has a teaching gentleman, although this gentleman is a little young, but it is still a good thing, their own children finally have books to read, and there is no need to repeat their old path.

And when more than a dozen or twenty children gathered around Qingyang and called Qingyang Mr. Qing at the same time, Qingyang still had a wonderful feeling in his heart, which was a hot current, which made Qingyang secretly swear in his heart that he must teach them well!

"Mr. Qing, what are we going to learn on the first day?" Ha Xue blinked her big eyes, and was the first to raise her hand to ask, among the children, Ha Xue was the most familiar with Qingyang, and Ha Xue's playful tone at this moment also made Qingyang smile lightly.

"You girl... Haha, what we are learning today is calligraphy!" Qingyang gently knocked on Ha Xue's head, and there was a feeling that a scholar was teaching students.

But in this regard, Ha Xue obviously didn't care, or maybe she was used to being knocked, she had already smiled sweetly, and said, "Wow, wow! Calligraphy! Can you write?"

When other children heard that they could write, they also came to the spirit, they had never learned to write since they were young, and they heard that they could write, and they could go out to make money, so they didn't have to hunt as hard as their parents.

"That's right! I'm going to teach you how to write today!"

Qingyang paused, and said comfortably: "But... Before I do that, I would like to teach you how to appreciate calligraphy. At the same time, I would like to give you a little welcome gift!"

(P: Good morning, comrades, the first watch is here.) ）