The harvest is too great, and the techniques learned in one day are more than in three years.

Wait for the follow-up to be proficient a few times, and when you arrive at the secret realm of the Sky Survey Prison, what kind of demon are you fighting, making a fortune is the last word!

"Brother Nan!" Xie Xuan's abrupt voice startled Mu Nan: "Your face is sinister, obviously you don't think about good things!" ”

On weekdays, I can't even see a ghost in the idle house, so why is it a little overcrowded today.

Mu Nan carp straightened up, looking innocent.

Xie Xuan visited again, he must have come to find out what the chief flag chief had said to him, he couldn't help but secretly think about the words in his heart, and then glanced at Xie Xuan, and asked knowingly, "What's the matter?" ”

"Oh! That's it, help me think of a poem! Majestic, it looks like I'm tall and mighty! Xie Xuan sat on the stone bench, looked at the mess in the courtyard, and continued: "Brother Nan, are you too late, or have you been robbed?" ”

"Oh! Want poetry? ”

It is useless to prepare a few breaths of self-thinking perfect rhetoric, just like a punch on cotton, and there is always a feeling of not vomiting and unpleasant.

Mu Nan didn't even explain the situation in the courtyard, looked at Xie Xuan's figure in surprise, and asked, "What do you want poetry for?" And majestic! ”

"Hey, hey!" Xie Xuan bounced up from the stool, and the breath of a male cat calling spring filled the air: "Isn't the ninety-one gate visiting?" It will take two days before the secret realm opens, and I don't know who is going to hold a poetry meeting in Keyun, saying that the practice is not forgetting elegance, I don't want to show my hand. ”

Mu Nan squinted his eyes and looked at Xie Xuan, since Mu Nan entered the Heaven Survey Prison, two people with the same smell were tired of being together, it was difficult for him not to know what he was pretending to be in his heart.

"Sure enough, Brother Nan knows me best. There is a female cultivator in the ninety-one gate, named Xie Huaiwei, and the long one is called a heavenly angry and resentful! The point is that I inquired, and she participated! Then I'll have to behave. Xie Xuan smacked his lips, then nodded solemnly, and said, "If you form a double monk with me, I will be good to her for the rest of my life!" ”

"Haha, little Xuanzi, you have been good to Xie Huaiwei all your life, the twelve in front, what if you are jealous?" Mu Nan quipped.

Xie Huaiwei is already Xie Xuan's thirteenth person who is ready to treat her well for a lifetime.

"I used to be young and didn't understand love!" Xie Xuan nodded heavily: "I understand now!" ”

"Xuanzi, didn't you look in a mirror? You and that Xie Huaiwei...... I don't like it! Mu Nan looked at Xie Xuan, teased and continued: "You jump up, can you get your mouth?" ”

"It's not high, just have a mouth! Besides, why don't you match? My master Venerable Dao Li Immortal said that I am the second most talented disciple he has ever seen. Xie Xuan raised his head and added: "It turned out that it was the first, and I don't know which god killed it, Zhuji made such a big move, and I became the second ......."

"By the way, how did you know I could write poetry?" Mu Nan interrupted Xie Xuan's words, and the thing in his mouth was right in front of him.

"I guessed!" Xie Xuan's face was like turning a book, and he was sneering and helpless: "I think that you can write well, and if you chant poetry and make the moon, you should also be able to order, unlike me, you can't even write well!" ”

Mu Nan's characters are well-known in the Sky Survey Prison: delicate and robust, elegant and calm, pleasing to the eye.

With a good hand, he earned a lot of spirit stones, and there were many disciples who were assigned to the residence, and when he changed the door plaque, he had to make a few substitutions.

"Yes, not much." Mu Nan said modestly.

"I'll use the whole song first." Xie Xuan casually took out a small notebook and a brush, moistened the tip of the pen with saliva, and pricked up his ears like a primary school student taking notes.

"Hmmm! Listen up! Seeing that Xie Xuan was rarely so serious, Mu Nan cleared his throat and said casually: Wangyue. How is Dai Zongfu? Qi Lu Qingwei is gone. Creation Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut dusk. Swinging the chest and giving birth to Zeng Yun, the decisive entry into the return bird will be at the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be small.

Primary school students must memorize ancient poems, don't they come with their mouths open?

Xie Xuan soaked the tip of the pen with saliva one after another, and spider-like words quickly appeared on the silk paper.

It's just that, in Mu Nan's opinion, there is a waste of paper.

"What is Dai Zong?"

"It's the name of the mountain!"

"Where's Qilu?"

"It's the name of the place!" With Xie Xuan's question, Mu Nan felt a little homesick.

In his previous life, his home was separated by a wall from the land of Qilu, and it was the decisive place of King Wu's war.

"Good poetry, really good poetry!" Xie Xuan blew the ink on the silk paper and carefully held it in his arms: "I'll go back and recite it first, and save myself from making a fool of myself when the time comes!" ”

Mu Nan looked at him swallowing dates and didn't know what he meant, and always felt that he had lived up to the thousand-year-old reputation of the poet.

Seeing Xie Xuan away, he was ready to clean up the small courtyard.

Looking at it, it was a pit, and it was copper, and it was dark and smoking, and if you didn't know, you really thought that the idle house had been robbed.

While tidying up, Mu Nan suddenly had a whim.

Since the Twin Lotus Canghuo can turn copper into copper water, why not reshape the original Dading in the courtyard?

"All things are all-encompassing, and they will eventually be ashes! Twin Lotus Fire! ”

The bronze all over the ground quickly melted in the fire, and Mu Nan separated his spiritual power, wrapped it in copper juice, and carefully shaped it......

I have to admit that his sense of beauty is indeed too lacking.

And in terms of the control of spiritual power, there is also a gap compared to the power, and you can't turn the spiritual power into a line as you like, so that the brain thinks of it, but the hand doesn't keep up.

The final product is like a bowl not a bowl, like a pot but not a basin, nondescript, but by no means the appearance of a bronze tripod.

"Anyway, the big ding is placed in the courtyard, it's just a decoration, this bronze sculpture looks very good, it's better to name it the source of life!" After Mu Nan comforted himself, the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became, and he couldn't help but admire his masterpiece and nodded again and again.

In the end, he did not forget to control the fire with spiritual power, and engraved four big characters on the body of the basin.

The source of life.

After finishing all this, Mu Nan sat cross-legged on the jade futon again and cultivated again.

Xie Xuan is already in the middle stage of foundation building, he has just built the foundation, and now with the help of the jade futon, he has to catch up.

But the sky doesn't follow people's wishes.

Xie Xuan is here again!

"Brother Nan! Come with me! Xie Xuan looked a little impatient, and when he took Mu Nan's arm and walked out of the courtyard without saying anything, his eyes glanced at the source of life, licked his lips and asked, "Brother Nan, is this...... Isn't that a bit blatant? ”

"You know what? Art! ”

"Art is like this?" Xie Xuan scratched his head and pulled him back towards the reception room.

Mu Nan followed in a daze and asked, "Xuanzi, why are you in a hurry?" ”

"The poem you wrote for me, they said there was no disease and moaned!" Xie Xuan looked helpless.

How can it be? How can a poet's poem make people say that they are innocent and moan?

Mu Nan couldn't help but be surprised, and even had a little righteous indignation and hatred for the enemy.

He wanted to see what kind of man dared to speak so loudly!

When the two of them arrived at the scene of the poetry meeting in a huff, they suddenly realized.

The poem will have a theme, with the waning moon as the object of chanting!

The Wangyue of the poet is passed down through the ages, and the atmosphere is majestic, but it is by no means that the waning moon is bent.

No wonder Xie Xuan is moaning without illness.

Presiding over the poetry meeting is the sixth seat of the Ten Banners, Zhong Ting, a strong Dan.

Tonight, she did not wear the standard python robe of the Sky Survey Supervisor as before, but wore a top, bottom, round-sleeved collar, and a middle-seam strap.

“…… This is a poem from Xie Huaigu, a pillar peak of the ninety-one gate, let's take a look at his high opinion: the bright moon and the bright moon hang in the sky, only half of the tooth is missing. If there is more than half a tooth, it must be fifteen moons! ……”