Under the big tree next to it, there is an additional stone pier and four stools.

This home is a lot more refined all of a sudden.

was introduced into the main hall by the little bird, and the main hall, which was originally empty, has a lot of furniture at the moment, and even a few more vases.

"Childe, calligraphy and painting pendants, Xiao Yun'er and I don't understand, you have to come by yourself, or Childe himself writes some and hangs them."

Wu Shan shook his head and nodded again.

This house really has the taste of home!

In the backyard, there are also some green potted plants, but there are very few of them.

Because there was a spear standing next to it, Xiao Qi'er and Xiao Yun'er guessed that Wushan needed this open space to exercise, so the place was just cleaned and did not add any more items.

"You're busy all day, aren't you? Go and rest, Childe, I've eaten at the teacher's house, don't pay attention to me, I'll be alone. ”

"Childe, it's not hard!"

"Childe, it's not hard!"

Closing the door, Wu Shan sat on the edge of the bed, looking extremely serious.

Because tonight, Wushan is preparing to engrave the first Wenqi Dadou for himself into the natal scriptures.

The reason why he did not choose "Returning to Tibet" recommended by his teacher Zhou Langkun is because Wushan does not have a deep understanding of "Returning to Tibet", and secondly, because Wushan has a better choice, that is, "Tao Te Ching".

"Tao Te Ching", known as the "inner sage and outer king" of the school, is known as the king of all classics.

Wushan knows very well that whether it is foundation or potential, "Tao Te Ching" is the best choice.

When Wu Shan walked out of Zhou Langkun's mansion, he had already made a decision in his heart.

"Tao Te Ching" discusses self-cultivation, governing the country, employing soldiers, and maintaining health, which is an all-round improvement and compensation for the foundation of Wushan.

Closing his eyes and entering a state of meditation, Wushan's mind suddenly came to the chest Chinese Qi Fight.

The Wenqi Bucket is like an ancient bucket-shaped container, and at this moment the bucket is full of Wenqi, which is Xuanhuang, floating at will, and there is no rule and order at all.

Wu Shan came here and looked around, all he could see was four pitch-black walls.

Thinking of the method that Teacher Bai Ri taught him how to burn the natal scriptures into the Wenqi Dadou, Wushan's mind condensed, and the Wenqi in the Wenqi Dadou instantly became restless, constantly converging towards Wushan's hands.

The spirit of the text is involuted, and it continues to gather, and a spirit pen appears in Wushan's hand, which is the spirit pen that gathers out of the culture.

With the continuous fusion of literary atmosphere, the spirit pen is getting bigger and bigger.

Wushan didn't know how long it had been, and all the Wen Qi in the Wen Qi Da Dou had disappeared.

The spirit pen in Wu Shan's hand has also changed, from the previous appearance of the brush to a spear-like spirit pen.

Wu Shan didn't think much about it, whether it was a brush or a spear, it was the same in Wu Shan's heart at the moment, it was just a tool.

Sou!

Wu Shan's figure rose in the air, came directly to a pitch-black wall, lit a gun, and began to write hard.

"The Tao is the way, the very way; The name is famous, and the name is not very famous. ”

Every word is engraved, and there will be a mysterious golden light, like inlaid on the dark wall, shining.

"Nameless, the beginning of heaven and earth, famous, the mother of all things."

After carving two verses in a row, Wushan did not feel any discomfort, only felt that the spear made of Chinese gas in his hand seemed to be a little lighter.

"Therefore, there is always no desire, to observe its wonder, and there is often desire, to observe it. These two are the same and have different names, the same name is the mystery, the mystery is mysterious, and the door of all wonders. ”

When Wushan finished writing the first chapter of the Tao Te Ching, he finally realized that something was wrong.

It turned out that the spear formed by the condensation of Wushan's Chinese qi had been worn off some of the tip of the spear.

"Will burning the natal scriptures still consume the literary qi?"

"Why didn't the teacher say this?"

Wu Shan looked at the spear in his hand and silently estimated how much Wen Qi it would take to write the Tao Te Ching.

No matter how Wushan is counted, I don't think it's enough, the full text of the "Tao Te Ching" is 5,162 words, and the consumption of this style is a bit too great.

Wu Shan froze in place, not knowing whether he should continue to burn.

"No matter! Let's finish the energy in my hand first! ”

Wu Shan made a decision, and began to burn it on the dark wall again.

"The world knows that beauty is beauty, and evil is evil; Everyone knows what is good, but what is not good is ......"

The spear in Wushan's hand danced like a golden snake, and like a spring worm and an autumn snake, sweeping thousands of troops when it sliding.

When the pen is lifted, the iron draws the silver hook, like a phoenix flying, fluttering like a frightening Hong, graceful like a swimming dragon.

Less than halfway through the burning of the Tao Te Ching, the literary qi formed by the gathering of Wushan's Chinese qi shattered and disappeared without a trace.

Wushan was a little confused and didn't know what to do.

Zhou Langkun didn't tell Wu Shan what would happen if the natal scripture was only half burned, and Wu Shan's mind stayed in mid-air and didn't know what to do.

Just when Wushan was panicking, the scriptures of the Tao Te Ching that Wushan had burned before began to flicker.

As the previous burned scriptures flickered, streams of literary qi flowed out of the scriptures like a flood and continued to converge towards Wu Shan's hands.

In Wu Shan's hand, a spear that was sharper and more handy than the previous one appeared.

Wu Shan came back to his senses, his heart was overjoyed, and he finally understood why the teacher Zhou Langkun didn't tell him how to deal with this sudden situation.

Wushan did not stop and continued to burn.

This burning made Wushan even more happy, because the literary atmosphere consumed by the burning would be instantly filled with the literary atmosphere emitted by the scriptures that had been burned.

"There is such a miraculous thing in the world!"

"Amazing! Weird! Oh my God! ”

Unconsciously, the walls and bottoms around Dadou were carved with scriptures from Wushan.

I don't know how long it took, Wushan felt exhausted, gathered his spirits, and burned the last chapter.

“…… The saint does not accumulate, but since he thinks that he is a man, he has more; and with others, the more you are. The way of heaven is beneficial but not harmful. The way of the saint is indisputable. ”

At the moment when Wushan put away the gun, the entire big fight trembled.

At the same time as Da Dou trembled, the four walls of Da Dou and the scriptures at the bottom began to emit a golden light, the golden light was not dazzling, but with a mysterious aura of rhyme and rules.

As if alive, the surrounding scriptures fell out of the walls and bottoms and began to gather in the center of the big bucket.

At the same time, the sound of the Great Dao sounded from outside the big bucket.

When you listen carefully, you are ignorant, and when you listen carefully, you are vague.

I can't hear it clearly, but you know that he is there, and the sound of the avenue fills the entire Dadou, so that Wushan, who is tired, has entered a wonderful and wonderful state, and cannot extricate himself.

The scriptures flow golden, and the heavenly sound is wonderful.

I don't know how long it took, when Wushan woke up, he suddenly found that a pair of black and white yin and yang fish in the big bucket were entangled with each other, rotating slowly at a uniform speed.

Wu Shan gasped and was shocked, as if he remembered something, and exclaimed.

"It's ......"