(ps: I actually updated a chapter now, and I think it's amazing~)

A new day came again, before the sun rose, Jiang Shou was already standing in the courtyard on crutches, looking at the eastern sky with a fascinated face, a glimmer of light first appeared, and the light gradually expanded, gradually blooming with intoxicating brilliance and majesty.

He had watched such sunrises many times, but each time he watched them, he seemed to have new feelings.

It was not until the sun rose completely that the whole world shone brightly, and Jiang Shou walked to the stone bench in the courtyard and sat down slowly, holding the cane in both hands and writing the words.

"Sunrise. ”

The simple two characters have beautiful strokes and a unique style, if they are seen by ordinary calligraphy lovers in the world, I am afraid that they will be shocked immediately, Jiang Shou took a few deep breaths after writing the two words, and continued to write.

"The sun is shining on the earth. ”

Writing word by word, Jiang Shou could vaguely feel that if he was abandoned to the power of the law and even the power of the soul, he could still use calligraphy to thoroughly express his feelings, I am afraid that there would be a new improvement.

After all, this is different from when he was on the earth, even if he learned the kind of calligraphy that was extremely outwardly released on the earth, but that perception was still driven by Jiang Shou's original soul power and even the power of the laws simulated by the soul power, without those help, his words would not have all kinds of unbelievable abilities.

Now after putting aside a qiē, there is no power support to release the perception, that is the manifestation of the Heavenly Dao, which will make Jiang Shou improve and improve, but how much he can improve at that time depends on the specific situation, how deep his specific perception is, and how much power he can release.

This is not an overnight thing, Jiang Shou can only slowly comprehend and slowly improve.

Writing and writing, Jiang Shou only used language to organize words to describe the sunrise scene, even if the initial text was bland. Later, it gradually intertwined with Jiang Shou's own vitality, entangled in a mysterious and inexplicable artistic conception.

It was only possible to realize that the ineffable artistic conception gradually expanded, and when there was a sound of footsteps outside the stone courtyard, Jiang Shou sobered up from his writing and easily wiped the words written on the dirt floor.

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"Grandpa Jiang, you are practicing calligraphy again, your hobby is really elegant, haha, when my Xiaolun grows up, you have to supervise him to learn calligraphy." ”

Time flies. Two years have passed in a flash, Jiang Shou is still more than 94 years old, and his old state is more obvious, but the corresponding to his old state is his perception and experience in the past two years, when he barely stood with one hand holding the bookcase in the courtyard, and grabbed the paintbrush with the other hand, as if writing and painting to point out a yang character.

The words of the dragon flying and the phoenix dance not only look ethereal, like the most beautiful picture scroll in the world, but also have a gentle aura flowing and rotating.

Touch the yang character with your finger. In the cold, wet winter, there will be layers of warmth from the painting scroll, as comfortable as the spring sun shining on the body, and this warmth is still expanding outward from the painting paper. The small courtyards that are gradually being infected are warming.

Without the slightest support of the power of the law or the power of the soul, Jiang Shou only relied on his perception of nature, and finally bloomed for the first time after two years of experience.

Just as he happily touched the words, a coquettish laugh sounded from outside the courtyard. It was Ban Rong, who was holding a baby in his left hand and a delicate food bucket in his right hand.

Two years have passed, and the pretty woman who was eighteen or nineteen years old has become a young woman. Even the child is seven or eight months old, and the man who combines with Ban Rong is an excellent hunter in another mountain village hundreds of miles away from Daqi Mountain, but Ban Rong's own brother is the only one in the Daqi Mountain area who has become a disciple of the outer sect of the Jinpin Sect for decades.

Now he is already a psychic eightfold powerhouse, even if this is nothing in the galaxy, but for a desolate mountain that can't even be born of elixir demon beasts, he is already a great man, so the excellent hunter who combines with Ban Rong is a member of the Ban family.

"Girl Rong, why are you still holding the little guy to bring me food, and you are not afraid of catching a cold after being blown by the wind. Jiang Shoucang's old and flat laughter also rang out, but in the laughter, he also rolled up the yang characters that he had just finished.

The paper rolled up, and the warmth that was spreading in the courtyard gradually dissipated.

Now Jiang Shou no longer has to write on the dirt, but uses bookcases, brushes, and paper to write, which is thanks to the gift of the Ban family.

Two years ago, he was found by Ban Rong, who came to deliver food, during a calligraphy practice, and the words written on the ground were seen before they had time to erase them, and Ban Rong also inquired in surprise, and seemed to be a little shocked by Jiang Shou's literacy.

Jiang Shou didn't hide it, and admitted it happily.

Then, Ban Jie did not leave at that time, the matter reached Ban Jie's ears, and the disciple of the Huangshan Sect also came to be interested, and after personally coming to talk with Jiang Shou, the two sides reached an agreement, Ban Jie helped Jiang Shou prepare various writing utensils, and Jiang Jie taught some basic knowledge to the people in Dongban Village in his spare time.

This is normal, most of the children who grow up in the mountains do not have the opportunity to read and write, they do not have the conditions, and there is no one who is kind enough to popularize all kinds of knowledge.

It is extremely common for a mountain village to be full of illiterate villagers, and it is very good to have a few literate people in dozens of mountain villages.

When Jiang Shou had not yet entered the sect on the Lingwu Continent, the mountain village where he lived was almost illiterate, and Jiang Shou's literacy benefited from the teachings of his father Jiang Zhuoli when he was a child.

At first, he didn't understand why Jiang Zhuoli taught him to read and write, and he was not interested, thinking that it was very boring. Later, he knew that it was her mother who returned to Jingguo after his full moon, and Jiang Zhuoli continued to try to find it if he wanted to have the opportunity, and he also didn't want to let the other party find out that the sons of the two were also illiterate when he found Jiang's mother, so he went to study hard by himself, and then taught Jiang Shou.

During that time, Jiang Shou knew some words, but his father's learning was limited, and Jiang Shou didn't care, so he was simply popularized with some common sense words.

After Jiang Zhuoli was poisoned and fell into a coma, Jiang Shou traveled thousands of miles in the two years before he entered the martial arts sect, and he also worked hard to find any opportunity to learn literary knowledge in the process.

Otherwise, if you change to an illiterate boy or girl, even if you worship the mountain gate, if you are just a handyman, the sect will not send someone to teach you at first, and you need to use your own monthly and annual income to ask for help from the literate miscellaneous servants in the surrounding area.

Ban Jie is already a disciple of the outer sect of the Huangshan Sect, and he has a certain right to introduce a few relatives and miscellaneous servants into the mountain, he originally thought about when to invite some literate gentlemen from the city to come to Dongban Village to popularize and impart knowledge, and found that Jiang Shou would be able to save a matter after he knew how to read.

"Grandpa Jiang, don't be funny, you know that when my Xiaolun was born, his uncle fed him some elixirs, where would he be afraid of the general wind and cold, but you, your body is getting worse and worse, and you have time to recuperate, my brother sent another batch of elixirs, and I also brought it to you." ”

With Jiang Shou's laughter, Ban Rong also laughed, laughing and laughing, Ban Rong frowned again, and looked at Jiang Shou's gaze with a lot of worry.

If she first contacted Jiang Shou, she was just kind enough to help Jiang Shou, but after two years of contact, she has already regarded Jiang Shou as her own family, not only Ban Rong, but most of the villagers in the entire Dongban Village also regard Jiang Shou as a member of her own village.

Although Jiang Shou, the old man, is old and bad, he had a serious illness a while ago, and he was sick for more than half a month, and finally it was Ban Jie who learned the news and sent some elixirs that can regulate the body to be cured, but when he was healthy, Jiang Shou was as knowledgeable as the sea, and his knowledge far exceeded the imagination of countless villagers, without a little temper, and he was not angry with any little child, and he was also close to those children, and he did not hesitate to teach many children all kinds of knowledge......

In the long run, he has already won the heartfelt respect of most of the villagers.

For example, the courtyard where Jiang Shou lives is not the small courtyard two years ago, but another "mansion" built by dozens of young people who spent a lot of time for Jiang Shou.

This house is not worth mentioning compared to the house where the big city family lives, but it is also second only to the Ban Rong family in Dongban Village.

"I'm all old bones, and what else do I regulate. Jiang Shou smiled dumbly, the serious illness not long ago made Jiang Shou experience all kinds of natural feelings in the pain, and only after he recovered from the illness did he take the current step, which is still a good thing for him.

chatted with Ban Rong casually, and had breakfast under Ban Rong's care, and after Ban Rong left with Xiao Budian, in a time of about a stick of incense, the children in the entire Dongban Village as young as three or four years old, as old as fifteen or sixteen, came one after another.

Without Jiang Shou saying anything, a few older people spontaneously moved a mobile blackboard invented by Jiang Shou to the center of the courtyard, and Jiang Shou grabbed the charcoal he made and started a new day of teaching.

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"Grandpa Jiang, talk about it quickly, let's talk about it again. ”

"yes, yes, we haven't heard enough. ”

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Two months later, when the sun was setting, Jiang Shou, who had already finished teaching, gathered in front of him a group of little children laughing and shouting.

This time, Jiang Shou didn't agree, looked up at the sky, and then reached out and patted the head of a young boy who was closest to him, "Get out, just you monkeys are naughty, it will rain soon, and if you don't leave, you will become a water monkey." ”

"How could it be raining?"

"Shhh, Grandpa Jiang, you want to be lazy and say it directly. ”

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Jiang Shou was only kind and not strict when he was teaching, and a group of children were tired of him, and now they refused to leave, until Jiang Shou glared, and the older children reluctantly pulled the more reluctant children away.

When the courtyard was empty, Jiang Shou walked to the bookcase in the stone house on crutches.

After moving his hands and feet slightly, he grabbed the brush and dipped it in ink and began to write.

"Ray. ”

A thunder word is like several domineering thunderbolts converging and condensing, and as soon as the beautiful words are condensed, the originally cloudless clear sky clicks, and the flat bottom thunders.

"Cloud. ”

The clouds are formed, and the entire Dongban Village area is also cloudy.

"Rain. ”

"Whoa~"

A group of young children who had not yet walked far outside Jiang Shou's courtyard suddenly screamed and laughed and played in the pouring rain. (To be continued......)