Yingchuan Wanjuan School Palace

In the rift valley of the Book Mountain, Shangguan Luoyi was feeling the so-called "literary qi" that Jiang Muye said, and it was said that Confucian scholars who wrote good articles could transform spiritual energy into literary qi, but those literati and ink writers preferred to refer to this feeling of literary thought as "talent".

If you don't know how to cultivate yourself, these hard-won talents will also be dispersed, and they will be hidden in the world, waiting for another person with both ability and political integrity to regather on them.

The country has talents, but few literati can lead the way for hundreds of years of saints, so it causes the literature and Taoism to be unprosperous, just like the 'Cai Quan' in the four Confucianisms of Cangfeng, the first half of his life was selected by the literary style, but he didn't know that the cultivation of self-cultivation and virtue was lost in the last day, and ended up with a bleak ending.

Wendao's requirements are too harsh, so people would rather choose martial arts simple and direct, since ancient times, there is no first, no second, and it is difficult to convince everyone that Douwen is a flower, and martial arts is different, if you can fight, you can fight without arguing.

·· Half a month ago··

On a rock, Shangguan Luoyi is sitting cross-legged and meditating, this meditation is a kind of divine consciousness activity, feeling the movement of the sun, moon and stars as the 'Great Zhoutian', and the flow of qi and blood in the body's five internal organs as 'Little Zhoutian', through meditation to deeply feel the changes of this large and small Zhoutian, in order to get the sense of heaven and man.

For Shangguan Luoyi, who had never practiced, this truth was not difficult to understand, but it was another matter to really do this, at first she had no distractions but could not feel any changes in her body, let alone perceive the changes in the external Zhou Tian.

However, this state was only on the first day, and on the second day, after Shangguan Luoyi entered meditation again, she felt the beating of her heart, and between the retraction and release of her heart, she felt the flow of blood again, and then followed the blood from this ben to flow through the various organs in her body.

At this time, Shangguan Luo didn't know that when she felt Xiao Zhoutian's operation, her body had already flashed a little white light, which was that the surrounding aura began to gather and attach to her body after sensing her enlightenment.

Jiang Muye, who seemed to be meditating not far away, but was actually protecting the Dharma, naturally noticed the changes in Shangguan Luoyi's body, and she had already 'ascended the hall' the next day, no wonder they all called her the first talented woman.

When he continued to follow his own blood flow, Shangguan Luoyi's divine consciousness seemed to have incarnated into a small person, not only could he feel but also really see the changes in his body, and after a week of blood running, he returned to his heart.

It was a land as smooth as a lake, Shangguan Luoyi walked on the water like a mirror, and the stars in the sky were reflected in the water very beautifully, and when she thought of "beauty", there was a faint ripple on the water.

It turns out that the water of the lake reacts immediately to the fluctuations of its own mood.

"Is this the Heart Lake?" Shangguan Luoyi listened to Yun Hao and them talk about this word all day long, but now he really sensed it and was extremely shocked.

At this time, there was a smoke in the heart lake, and after the wisp of smoke circled around Shangguan Luoyi twice, it floated away, and she hurriedly chased after her.

Following that wisp of smoke, Shangguan Luo Yi stepped into a large hall full of golden light, and in the middle of this hall was a white jade pillar that forty or fifty people might not be able to hold, and there were many words of golden light surging on the huge pillar, and those words were floating around the pillar as if they were alive.

Some of those words were a group of words, some were a poem, and some were entire articles, Shangguan Luoyi only knew at a glance that it was the ink treasure he had written, and when Shangguan Luoyi approached the white jade pillar, the floating words on it began to shake violently, as if they were all calling for excitement to welcome her arrival.

"Kid." These are the words that came to Shangguan Luoyi's consciousness, these words and phrases were created by her, and in a sense she could indeed be called their mother.

The light emitted by those words became brighter and brighter, but the light was not dazzling but made her feel very warm, looking at the poems written in the past, she couldn't help but sigh: most of the poems here have not been circulated, at first because she felt that the vulgar eyes of the world are not worthy of reading her poems.

But she knows very well that this is just an excuse, she writes poems and writes just to express her feelings, and those Confucian literati will only regard these as a sad spring and autumn, dancing and playing with the moon's female nature, and will not really regard her as a talented Confucian, at most just a talented woman, so these many poems have not been seen by outsiders, and they are all hidden in the 'Lonely Fang Zhai' and let it slowly fade in the years and cover the dust.

All kinds of things in the past came to mind, Shangguan Luo couldn't help but chuckle, now she no longer cares about the eyes of the world, her life doesn't need to be defined by others, as long as she is happy and happy.

Shangguan Luoyi's change in mood immediately transmitted those floating words, and they glowed with greater brilliance, and it was at this moment that she saw a poem from the past: The distant mountains are idle and the clouds are long, the stars are moving a few degrees in autumn, where is the master in the pavilion now, and the Nu River flows alone outside the building.

When she read the last sentence of 'The Nu River flows alone outside the building), Shangguan Luo paused, now that her mood has changed, and she naturally feels different when she looks at the past poems, so she removed the word "independence" and replaced it with the word "empty".

'The Nu River outside the building is empty"!

The change of one word made the whole poem even more shining, and under the light of the light, she suddenly felt that the artistic conception of the poem instantly improved several levels, and she herself also felt a surging breath filling Xiao Zhoutian, this is the literary !!

And Jiang Muye, who was also in the deep valley of the Book Mountain, immediately felt the floating literary aura around him, and was constantly flocking to Shangguan Luoyi, who was still meditating, and couldn't help but say in his heart: "This woman is extraordinary, and Wendao is hopeful!" ”

It's only been a few days, and the Wen Qi scattered in the rift valley of the Book Mountain has been absorbed by Shangguan Luoyi, just like a book-loving person who is in an ancient library building, so the consequences can be imagined.

The Wen Qi poured into the body of Shangguan Luoyi, concentrated in his divine thoughts, then this 'divine thoughts' were not viscera like the Dantian Qi Sea, and Xiao Zhou Tian in the body, because of the top organs such as the Seven Exquisite Hearts, made the absorption of Wen Qi smoother.

Shennian is the place where Shangguan Luo Yi entered the White Jade Pillar Hall when he was looking inside, and it is also the place that the world calls 'Wen Dan', which is equivalent to the dantian qi sea of martial arts cultivation, but unlike martial cultivation, the ascension of the realm of literature and Taoism is not intuitive.

Even after absorbing the Wen Qi in the rift valley of the Book Mountain, Shangguan Luo still didn't make much difference, she was still her, she just improved her qi and the rest was the same as usual.