That's it. Not so...... It's better to build it again.

Thinking about it, he raised his hand slightly, and his fingertips were lightly rippling in the air, but he saw that the snow-white pen suddenly appeared, holding the pen lightly and strangling the ruins, and the layers of ink were full of air, and under the ethereal pen, there seemed to be clouds and mist flowing. The ink is layered like green mountains, and the few strokes of divine thoughts are extremely focused, and a few traces of clarity are like springs in the indifferent eyebrows and eyes. From the frame, to the structure, and then to the old scenes and objects in the house, only the ink is full of ink, and I don't know when to fade his color. Layers of waves appeared from the sky, and with a tap, the ink hair rose slightly, and the white clothes fluttered.

So that's it...... Self-fruit and fruit return to the reinterpretation. ”

The eyes drooped slightly. As in the old days. Birds are singing on the branches, and the flowers are blooming. Roof tiles are stacked. The white-skinned fingertips lightly picked up the lotus flowers that fell in front of the courtyard, and then raised his eyes and walked lightly into the courtyard. But when he heard the sound of birds singing on the branches, he fell off the shining peach pit on the side, and his fingertips swirled, and he dissipated. The antique gate in the courtyard is slightly covered, the lips are lightly warm and moist, and the autumn water under the eyes is rippling.

Next time, it's time to teach the fruit...... How can the lotus flower be placed directly in this water? I'm afraid it won't live long. Peach pits are not allowed to be left anywhere...... Just wait for Guoguo to return.

The ethereal posture suddenly disappeared in the clouds, and the ruins and broken walls were no longer as beautiful as before. Lightly open the scroll and scroll, and the dark broken wall is impressively printed. and the scroll hung in the door.

'To the Fruit Agency: Yan Sijun. ’

Oh! Is it such a coincidence? Is it the comb of the Oiran today? Su Yannan lay on the girl's lap and lazily responded to the girl's words.

"Is that Oiran as magnificent as her sister?" Su Yannan squinted her eyes and arched the girl's bulging chest with her head. With the girl's coquettishness, Su Yannan stood up, patted the girl's shoulder and said.

Wait here for a while, young master, I'll go see the excitement. I'll be back in a minute.

Su Yannan walked out of the private room and walked to the railing on the second floor, propped his hands on the railing, looked at Xin Ling, who was hooking up with his student, with a wicked smile, whistled loudly and shouted.

"If that little boy doesn't want to, I don't know how this boy is! Think about it!" The peach blossoms in the rain are tender and bright, and the momentum is like reaching into the sky. The claustrophobic orchid was surrounded by delicate peach blossoms, very quiet, and a few larks flew by, stirring up the quiet and silent peach forest. I vaguely saw the exquisite villa not far away, carved beams and painted buildings.

A white dove, flapping its wings and flying from afar, landed on the wooden windowsill of the garden, and then chirped a few times, as if to warn the people in the house. Soon the window was pushed open, and a pair of plain hands stretched out and carried the white dove into the house.

"Someone's coming?"

When he was looking at the picture of the lady made by his friend, his thoughts were pulled back, and he stood up and touched the painting scroll with two slender fingers, and the picture scroll was closed, and the person also saw the moment of beauty, Zhong Yu narrowed his eyes, and the man walked to the door and listened to the man ask softly

"It's natural, it's been a long time since I've seen you," he smiled, the breeze blew on his face, the ink hair on his sideburns, his cheeks were lightly turned, but he returned to calm, he said hello and implanted the topic

"What do you want to ask?" His slender fingers tapped the edge of the jade-colored cup, and the crisp sound echoed in the peach blossom source, the cool and moist wind came from the window, and the faint fragrance of tea was mixed with the unique wind, which did not affect the person at the table, his brows furrowed slightly, and he suddenly found something, held the jade cup lightly and handed it to his lips, and swallowed it

"The edge of your clothes is wet," he frowned slightly, whispered, raised his hand to hook up the yellow paper talisman next to the table, tapped the mahogany table with his hand, his eyes became softer, and with a wave of the pen, he drew the cinnabar talisman on it, and then drew the aura to ignite the flower gesture and threw it onto his young brocade robe

It was soon done, and he smiled contentedly as he continued to look at the young man

It was already the second day that Tang Miao woke up after going crazy, and Tang Miao's eyes brought back a sense of clarity

"Perhaps...... I see where the path I am seeking"

Tang Miao picked up a piece of Fan Tie that had fallen to the ground

"Fan Tie is the most common iron, out of the blacksmith to build farm tools, no refiner will be willing to use Fan Iron to forge weapons, all iron forged weapons are poor and fragile, sage refining, communication avenue, refining immortal weapons with high materials, I Tang Miao don't believe it, Lao Tzu is going to use Fan Tie to communicate the avenue today, Xiao Qi Xiu, you really gave the teacher a good topic"

Tang Miao put Fan Tie on the forging furnace, he will use the blacksmith to forge this weapon, his hand turned into a hammer and constantly knocked on Fan Tie, from the beginning of the small force to remove impurities, until vigorously striking Fan Tie, the volume of Fan Tie is getting smaller and smaller

"Sure enough"

Tang Miao's eyes lit up, as if he had opened the door to a new world, his waist was heavy, and the hammer struck around Fan Tie, the volume of Fan Tie became smaller and smaller, but it emitted a dazzling light

"That's it, fine iron mother, ordinary things can also get a fine product after continuous tempering, that is to say, purple gold, star gold or something can become a better material through tempering"

Tang Miao casually put the piece of fine iron on the table, and went to write down his feelings, and art always has whimsical ideas

In the evening, the breeze was cool, and the sunset had not yet completely receded. The dim yellow light gilded the scene in front of him, sitting in the window seat on the second floor, asking for a pot of sake, the bone fan knocked on the rosewood table, clicking, downstairs in the atrium, an old man with a white beard, patting the shocking wood painting and talking about the past of the rivers and lakes. Not interested in it, but able to pass the time.

Sitting here for a long time, pouring himself a drink, a pot of sake quickly bottomed out, called the shopkeeper to add another pot of sake, the sake in the wine glass in his hand rippled slightly, and drank the wine in the cup.

He left the academy this time to visit an old gentleman

It was his former art teacher

Suddenly, he heard someone calling him, and his voice was crisp and clear

"Does the little boy remember the following?"

The man in front of him, dressed in a moon-white dark pattern robe, wearing a white jade crown, with light eyebrows and a long distance, looked at himself with slightly raised eyes, and was seven or eight points similar to himself. He suddenly understood, and with a just right smile, he seemed to remember some funny things.

Lowering his eyes, his gaze fell on the person in front of him, and he took a step forward and leaned over to bring the two sides closer. Fingers pinched his chin, his eyes showed a little smile, his thin lips were slightly picked, and the distance was too close, and the breathing of the two sides was staggered, but the words were very naughty

"Teacher, I'm afraid it's a bit disrespectful for you to paint such a little boy," he couldn't help but laugh and pretend to be serious

The little boy in front of him also smiled, his hand pointed to the private room in the opposite corridor, and then turned into a beautiful portrait and fell on the table, he chuckled, the man's thoughts were pulled back, and he stood slender and touched the painting scroll with two fingers, and slowly walked to the opposite side after the picture scroll was closed

The silver charcoal burning in the smoked cage with gilt hollow peony pattern exudes a loose fragrance, and the green smoke lingers in the room, which also covers the person's face

The woman talked about the opportunities she had in the past few years, and she also stared at the top of his head lovingly, after all, there were only a few people in art when he chose the course, but he was really good to choose, and his qualifications seemed to be higher

Every word came into my ears with the sound of the wind, and I listened carefully. Although he didn't say anything, he praised it in his heart, and he was really a teacher. I just frowned slightly when I heard his words

"Teacher...", he said something that rarely interrupted the woman's head, "You say, how much time is there for the demonic qi?"

"One year," the woman sighed, "you have to guard this continent well, and if some of my old guys are still here, they will come to me."

Holding the jade cup lightly and handing it to his lips, he took a sip and swallowed it, but it was slightly spicy, and then he stood up again, pacing in front of the window, his deep eyes were sometimes worried and sometimes happy.

"Naturally, yes"

Time flies, he spit out the words lightly, like jade beads falling on the plate, the words are crisp and pleasant, but in the blink of an eye, he has already memorized it all in half an hour, and strode back to the room, his eyes covered with fine and dense sorrow, I don't know what to do

"One year"

Needless to say, students are still too anxious to grow up in a year, but how do you know if you don't have a fight in this wartime...!

The quiet spring and the low-hanging cloud curtain in the sky constitute a tranquil picture of the West Lake, the lake water is blue and clear under the blue sky, the cold wind on the surface of the Qingjiang River in winter is biting, the turquoise lake water is flooded with layers of scale waves, and the unstoppable wind blurs the deep scenery of the reflection, bringing people the illusion that it is difficult to measure. He gently frowned, only to feel extremely uncomfortable

"It's really only been a year?"

At that time, the teacher's news came to his ears, and he was really startled, and his heart was also beating drums and panicking for a while, and he didn't know how to lead and guide the next thing, but now... The scroll in his hand was placed on the table in a daze, and his gaze was a little confused, and when he lifted it again, he had regained his usual calmness. With a wave of his hand, he let the branches that stretched into the window withdraw, and stood up in front of the window, the cold wind blew, and he couldn't help himself for a while

"The soul moistened by the soft rain and spring breeze can't bear the thousands of miles of snow falling in the north, and I can also taste the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River?"

"How do you make them grow in a year?"

"How can I wait for my juniors to grow up in a year?"

"Teacher... Zhong Yu doesn't understand."

- I don't understand

Outside the window, the rain fell one after another, floating thousands, all of them were submerged in this vast drizzle, only the red plum demon. Inadvertently raised his eyes full of amazement, it was that unusual red that added a little vitality to this cold and dark world.

Just like the quiet hope in the young man's heart, "Dry and soft, with each other."

Yang and yin are affected, and male and female are bearded.

It must be created, and the essence is comfortable.

The crown is off the head, and the glory is draped.

The mysteries are unpredictable and cannot be drawn.

The sage is measured, and the preface is the yuanji.

The four are chaotic and go straight into nothingness.

Sixty hexagrams are used, and Zhang Bu is the public opinion. ”

What the hell is this?

I've been learning Chinese since that day, right?

How does this come under the category of literature?

Where did the overseas gods come from?

Qi Xiu sent four questions in a row.

Ever since he consulted Teacher Mu last time, he has been very interested in the books brought by the overseas gods.

This is also the reason why he was able to turn out such a sideways article.

Qi Xiu wrapped up the fragment he copied by hand.

He planned to go to Teacher Tang first and ask if there was any means to refine living creatures such as birds.

By the way, I would like to ask Mr. Tang if he understands what this article is about.

This thing doesn't seem to have much to do with language. "A year, heh, is to pull out the seedlings to help grow, how can these children who have not experienced the wind and rain, the wind and waves grow up quickly, and grow up enough to survive under the hands of that cunning and domineering extraterritorial heavenly demon. Zeng Chen smiled coldly, "Is it possible to really capture them all to live in symbiosis with the imperial spirits, plunder their life and spiritual power and strengthen themselves, and have incredible bodies that should not be had, so that they can be seriously injured and immortal, and they can live after death?"

The towering banyan branches swayed gently, and the sound of the blades rubbing echoed in the not empty space, "You really want to do this, this move goes against the way of heaven and hurts people, even if it is the incarnation of the Tang family's child's refining weapon, it is nothing more than that... The distant sigh seems to come from an eternal place, faintly, clearly extinguished, like a dream not a dream, and does not distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Zeng Chen habitually used his slender fingers to wrap the Ganoderma lucidum grass around and around, this guy who likes to lose his temper rarely didn't say anything, his eyebrows and eyes smiled, this green, but also a trace of warmth in his heart, "The strength, cunning, cruelty and terrible unity of the extraterritorial heavenly demons must be better than me, right? Heh!" A murderous sneer made Zeng Chen's smile not exist, and his whole face sank suddenly, "Xue Zhun, Yan Shebei, Qi Xiu... Aren't the students of this class good enough? Aren't they good enough? Aren't they hard enough? But even so, they are still not the enemies of the Extraterritorial Heavenly Demons, not to mention those ordinary disciples, without the protection of the teacher, they can't even deal with the foreign body of the demonic qi entering the body!" The slender pale fingers clenched, like the master's not calm heart, "If you are angry, you will be angry, what are you pinching me for!" "Shut up!"

"Mu Zhongyu, Tang Miao, Su Yannan, Nan Weaving, Shang Shifeng, Yan Qing... Which one is not a young and wise immortal genius who breaks through the mirror and becomes a saint? But Mu Zhongyu is deeply involved in the family conspiracy, and he is exhausted about the affairs of the heavenly demons; Tang Miao is in the way of refining weapons, and almost goes mad; Su Yannan does not care about the world, but worries about the survival of the world; Nan Weaving... Qu Gao and Widow. Zeng Chen lifted his glasses, and described the current situation of the first case in Kyushu with a flat face, full of absurd words, a handful of bitter tears, Chunjiang is a fool, who understands the taste.

The green branches of the ivy stretched out, formed a rattan chair, and sat down quietly: "No one can cross that line, even if they are strong and proud, don't care, I'm fine, I'm just, I'm just a little tired, why care." ”

The grass staggered and moved, and a wolf dog with dark blue fur, with a tail longer than that of an ordinary dog, stood up suddenly when he saw a creature coming, and shot two violent gazes in his eyes, and his fangs were slightly exposed. Zeng Chen's long and narrow Danfeng eyes narrowed slightly, "Purebred northern wolf green, then... ”