Death...

Relics from the past life...

How much does the former double the space? Imagine that in a small entrance, there may be a space about the size of this world, isn't this the heavens?

However, it is different from the heavens, because the heavens are an open world that exists in the same space and at the same time, while the dead world is a closed world in different spaces and even different times.

A relic from a past life, this is simply a bug-like thing.

Listening to Xiao Li Xuezheng's meaning, as long as he uses it, he can restore part of the strength of his previous life, or even all of his strength.

It's like an ant crawling on the ground, and suddenly it becomes a beast.

Since such a thing exists, I still have to be more careful.

"Thank you, teacher."

Xia Yan replied respectfully.

This information is too useful for him.

Xiao Li Xuezheng saw his cautious appearance and said with a smile: "Bai'er, you don't need to worry too much.

The relics of the past life are not big goods, there are few existences that can leave a bright name in history, and even fewer can be turned into a dead world. ”

Xia Yan asked, "Will that be... The people of this world will never know the existence of the Passing Realm? ”

Xiao Li Xuezheng was silent, shook his head and said, "There is no deviation, it seems to be destined."

A person in this world will always receive some kind of inspiration, and when he goes to that passing place, he may die unexpectedly halfway, but he will never be unaware of the existence of the dead world.

However, even if a relic from a past life is obtained, no one in this life will use it recklessly.

Because every time you use it, it will make the invasion of the previous life more profound, if you use it indiscriminately without scruples, then... He will soon fall asleep and become a different person completely, that is, he in his previous life. ”

Xia Yan said silently in his heart: Then this is enough...

really sacrificed the bottom of the box at the critical moment of the fierce battle, which was enough to completely rewrite the ending.

He suddenly remembered that the queen took him out of the palace that day, and Bai Suli didn't seem to follow.

Although the dark factory is powerful, does the prince have no power?

In order to avoid the expansion of the war, it is necessary to be quick and accurate.

Therefore, the queen carried out a "beheading" plan against the crown prince.

And the person who beheaded this should be Bai Suli.

Xia Yan couldn't help but think of eating noodles with Bai Ma sneaking into the imperial dining room, and thinking of Bai Ma's appearance of taking care of food, clothing, housing and transportation every day, he was a little confused......

The way of the world... Who isn't a tiger?

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"There's a lot of gossip, Bai'er, come and practice with me."

Xiao Li Xuezheng didn't say anything, and took a pen and paper for him.

Xia Yan asked, "That's it?" ”

Xiao Li Xuezheng looked at him with a smile, "Let the teacher take a look at your foundation." ”

In this Xuezheng's view, there is another master behind the prince, and it is the master who taught him the words on the [Winter Hunting Post], which are sonorous and powerful, like martial arts muscles and bones, and change the weak demeanor of the scribe.

Xia Yan studied ink, held the pen, and after a little thought, he wrote the song "Now the dust is gone, and the green mountains are ten thousand flowers".

The pen is strong, and the paper is three points, which is the face bone and willow tendon of the previous life, and it is also the word that he has worked hard for nearly ten years.

He didn't have anything to hide, because he felt that his calligraphy was actually still in the stage of "copying", and he didn't get into the big picture, even if he went to participate in the calligraphy competition in his previous life, he belonged to the category that couldn't get the award.

It's just a trick, greedy for a "there is no such word in this world" cheap.

Those who have not joined the family may be shocked by his words, but Li Yiqing, a great master of literature and Taoism, may not.

Sure enough, Xiao Li Xuezheng silently watched him write, and said strangely: "It seems that that gentleman didn't teach you anything, only let you practice this character day after day?"

He was afraid of influencing you, so he didn't teach you something deeper.

He has high hopes for you, and wants you to look at the form and be proud of it, and realize a brushwork for yourself, without falling under his framework.

But why doesn't he even teach you?

See God in form, look at God's form, and then you can have your own brushwork... Could it be that this gentleman has some other idea? ”

Xia Yan felt a little confused.

What taught him sir?

After thinking about it for a while, he followed Xiao Li Xuezheng's brain supplement.

He secretly smiled bitterly in his heart, it seemed that Mr. Li had seen that he had not created the words of the cheeks and willow tendons, so he suspected that there was another gentleman behind him to teach, but he also questioned this gentleman's teaching methods.

Xiao Li Xuezheng frowned and groaned, pacing back and forth, with a thoughtful look on his face, and then stopped in front of him, leaned his face to look at the words he wrote, and said after a while: "The image is full, the wind is vigorous, it is a good frame, but it lacks ...... Why is that? ”

Xia Yan: ......

What else?

I'm just copying and practicing calligraphy...

However, he maintained his expression and let Xiao Li learn to make up for it.

At this time, he pretended to be smart, made up a reason randomly, said what to dream about, what to say that he met a master by chance, is it really stupid for others?

It's better to let the other party make up for it on their own.

Respond to all changes with the same, and say less and make fewer mistakes.

After a long time, Xiao Li Xuezheng suddenly paused, revealing a sudden look.

Xia Yan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, it seems that Teacher Li has finally made up for his brain...

Xiao Li Xuezheng's eyes lit up, and he said, "I understand, the teacher before you gave you a body, but I hope that this body can be filled with your own gods."

He is waiting for you to become enlightened, because he has taken a fancy to your heart, and he hopes that your words can write in the style of an emperor, because only the essence of the emperor can fill this already strong body. ”

Xia Yan: ......

Enlightened.

Originally... Is that what the "calligraphy bought from the Internet that costs more than 10 yuan" thinks?

Mr. Li, see you.

Xiao Li Xuezheng hung his sleeves with his armrests, suddenly turned around in a hurry, rummaged through the shelves of the study, took down an ancient book with his feet, dusted off the dust on it, put it in front of Xia Yan and said: "This [Smell the Ink and Know the Heart] is an ancient book, maybe what you lack is not someone else's teaching, but... Find your own essence. ”

"So..."

Xiao Li Xuezheng pointed to the bookmark full of cabinets, "You don't have to learn any of this." ”

Xia Yan: ......

He took the book with both hands and said, "Thank you, teacher." ”

Xiao Li Xuezheng smiled: "You are different from other students, they need me to lead the way, but you... I have long been on a road that I am not familiar with, and I can only rely on my experience to guide you, as for how to go... You'll have to do it yourself. Come to think of it, this is also what your previous teacher expected of you. ”

Xia Yan nodded.

That's fine, he was originally only going to use the academy as a "canteen", as for putting down the cultivation of martial arts and spending time to cultivate the Wendao, he would not do the same.

So, he opened this ancient book of [Hearing Ink and Knowing the Heart].

What the book teaches is actually a kind of meditation, a kind of meditation, which says that we should close our eyes and perceive in a quiet place, and use "mind and God" to fit the word, and if we do this, it is to give God to the word.

Then you may be able to step directly into the point of "becoming a family", that is... The celestial rank of martial arts.

"Teacher, has anyone practiced this method?" Xia Yan looked at the mysterious description in the book and couldn't help but ask.

Xiao Li Xuezheng said with a smile: "It's just a theory, even the old sacrificial wine said that this book is a work of imagination."

However, the teacher didn't think so, so the teacher kept the book hidden.

As a teacher, I think that Bai'er is an extraordinary person, maybe this extraordinary work is just right for you. ”

Xia Yan nodded...

Mr. Li, it's good that you're happy.

"By the way, teacher, since you hear the ink and know the heart, the disciple thinks that this ink can't be ordinary ink...... At least there needs to be some ink, right? ”

Xiao Li Xuezheng was stunned, his mouth inadvertently deflated, and then he took out a book from his arms, flipped it, tore off a page, lit it, and the page turned into a set of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

"This is the blue wolf pen, the glacier ink, the small snow paper, the cold mountain inkstone...... It was an ancient great master who watched the mountains and seas in the middle of winter and had the idea of 'making pen and ink', and then sent it to the book and recorded it, and its pages have been accidentally handed down to this day. ”

Xia Yan saw that those were not ordinary products, so he said: "The disciple thinks that when cultivating the mind, you need to concentrate and calm down, but it's a pity that the incense in the palace is all ordinary incense, disciple..."

Xiao Li Xuezheng asked: "Do you still want it?" ”

Xia Yan shook his head and said: "The disciple has a long way to go, and he has embarked on a path that no one else has taken, but he has no confidence, for fear of losing your face, teacher... So naturally I want to go all out. ”

Xiao Li Xuezheng's mouth deflated, she flipped through the book again, tore off a page, lit it, for a moment... There was an incense burner and an incense stick on the table.

Xia Yan sniffed lightly, it was not ordinary.

He added: "Hearing the ink and knowing the heart, how boring and reverie it is, it is inevitable to stop in the middle, if it is time to think nonsense... The disciple was afraid that his heart would be disturbed. The disciple thinks that if he can play more, it should be able to barely make up for the disciple's... Insufficient. to help the disciples break through as soon as possible. ”

Xiao Li Xuezheng's small mouth deflated into an inverted crescent, she tore the paper and lit it... There is an ethereal and mysterious black jade gourd on the table, and the mouth of the gourd is slightly opened, and there is a cold smoke flowing out of it, and in a blink of an eye, it will be lined like a fairyland.

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In the twilight.

On the high pavilion...

Xiao Li Xue was patting the railing and looking into the distance.

Li Yuexian took the stage and said with a smile: "The railing is all over, no one will, and it is ...... I see, Xiao Li Xuezheng, you can't bear that disciple, right? ”

He walked to the front with a smile, and suddenly saw Xiao Li Xuezheng's mouth curled, and immediately shut up.

Xiao Li Xuezheng said: "He asked me again for a set of four treasures of the study, a set of incense burners, and an ink gourd..."

"Ink gourd?" Li Yuexian said: "Isn't it the immortal gourd written by the rumored immortals?" ”

Xiao Li Xuezheng pursed his mouth, nodded, and continued to pat the railing.

Turbidity, this disciple... What a first-class turbidity...