"Ding, the status bar is open, name: Jiang Chenyang, road number: Anyang. Profession: Taoist priest. He is currently in good condition, with 865 HP and 370 Internal Force. 10 for Constitution, 15 for Strength, 13 for Agility, 9 for Intelligence, and 10 for Spirit. Attack 20 points, Defense 14 points, Speed 13 points, Critical Strike Chance 13%, Major Skill: Immeasurable Gong (E Rank), Current State Layer 2, HP +150, Internal Force +100, Defense +2. Skill: Nine Dragons (D Rank), deals 200 damage to targets within 15 meters (damage will be reduced according to the target's martial arts level). Tai Chi Swordsmanship (D-Level): Swordsmanship moves are rigid and soft, fast and slow, making it difficult to predict. There are currently 110 reincarnation coins remaining. Congratulations to the host for opening the status bar, rewarding an E-level storage bracelet and obtaining the E-skill Scouting Eye: consumes 50 internal force points, and can view or identify items that are not higher than C or above. ”

Jiang Anyang looked at this storage bracelet happily, there was only about a cubic meter of space inside, but it could put a lot of things. There's also a skill of a scouting eye that's not bad.,It can be used to identify items.,It's really sleepy, someone will come to send a pillow.,The system is good.。 Jiang Anyang immediately took out the Zhenwu Sword, consumed 50 points of internal force, and launched the Eye of Scouting, only to see a blue light on the body of the Zhenwu Sword, Zhenwu Sword (Imitation): C-level weapon, attack power 25 points, with primary sharpness, attack power +8. Primary Piercing, ignores 3% defense when attacking. Primary Piercing, +10% additional damage on critical hits. Strong, too strong! A C-level weapon carries 3 attributes, and the attack power is increased to 33 points, and now Han Anyang holds the real martial arts sword in his hand, and the overall attack power is directly to 53 points, and the sword swings out, and the entire table is split in half, with this sword in hand, what else can stop me.

The sword also has an important position in Taoism, in the Taoist ritual activities, the "sword" is a sacred object to subdue demons and subdue demons, and in the Taoist inheritance consciousness, the "sword" represents the "law". The sword represents righteousness and determination. When a young Taoist goes out to travel, the master will give him a sword to warn him to remember the demeanor of Taoism, not to be dragged down by everything, and if he encounters the world's concerns, he should make a decision and cut off the edge of the dust. The sword has a long history in Taoism, and in the Tang Dynasty, Lu Dongbin, one of the eight immortals of Taoism and one of the five ancestors of the north, was called "sword immortal". Jiang Anyang held a real martial arts sword and practiced Tai Chi swordsmanship in the courtyard, which was characterized by both fast and slow, rigid and soft. When practicing, the sword is required to walk with the body, and the sword is carried with the body, and the form and the meaning must be in harmony with the mind, the meaning and the qi, and the qi and the god. In the Liuhe, it also needs hands, eyes, body, law, and steps.

After finishing the work, Jiang Anyang exhaled a breath of turbidity, he has been busy with things on the dock recently, and he is a little lazy, it seems that he will have to practice swords often in the future, just hoping to become a sword immortal one day. I was sweating from sword practice, and I had just finished washing and changing my clothes, when suddenly there was a knock on the door, "It's coming, it's coming." As soon as he opened the door, he saw Wu Xinyue standing at the door, "Little Taoist, why did it take so long to open the door, is there someone hiding in the house?" Jiang Anyang was embarrassed, "Miss, don't be joking! If you don't dislike it, come in and sit." There were tables, chairs and benches in the courtyard, and Jiang Anyang made her a pot of tea, "Miss, please sit down, I'm alone here, and there's nothing to entertain you, just don't dislike it." Wu Xinyue looked around, and then sat on the bamboo chair, "You are not afraid to live here alone, so what should you do when you usually eat!"

"I eat out and don't spend a lot of money. Besides, I'm not the only one in the family. With a few whistles, the two little ones ran out of the house screaming, and because they were in a hurry, the potato guy still fell. Wu Xinyue's eyes lit up, "Ah, little dog, come over and let me hug me." It can be seen that Wu Xinyue likes it very much, "I didn't expect the eldest lady to like puppies too." Wu Xinyue glanced at him, "That's right, I liked it when I was a child, but then my father didn't let me raise it, and I didn't raise it." "Oh, is there something wrong with the eldest lady coming to me today?" "Cut, I can't come to see you if it's okay, and besides, you don't go back to the manor to see me when you're resting." Jiang Anyang scratched his head and said, "It's me who is wrong, does the eldest lady have time today, I will invite you to dinner." ”

Wu Xinyue put the cotton on the ground and said solemnly: "I came to tell you that this poetry meeting will be held in advance, and tomorrow, I will also tell Sister Ruyu that you have made great poems, little Taoist, you must write good poems tomorrow, if you don't do it well, Sister Ruyu will kick me out of the poetry meeting." Looking at her aggrieved appearance, Jiang Anyang has a black line, she is really sitting at home, and the pot comes from the sky. "Okay, I'll try my best. "No, I can't try my best, I have to write good poems, if I get kicked out, they will definitely laugh at me, and you don't want to go to the poetry club." "Seriously, Jiang Anyang feels that it is the same whether he goes to the poetry club or not, anyway, he will leave this world after the plot is over, and participating in the poetry club is just a pastime to relieve boredom, but seeing that Wu Xinyue is so serious, Jiang Anyang had no choice but to agree.

Then the two of them had a delicious meal outside, went shopping and watched movies, just like a couple in later generations, which made Jiang Anyang like this simple and straightforward girl a little. It's just that what to do with this poem, you have to think about it when you go back. Jiang Lili listened to her father's words and found Fang Qimo, and the two first stayed in the hotel for a while, and they both said that Xiao Biesheng was newly married, and it took a long time. Jiang Lili first said that her father wanted to see him, and Fang Qimo opened his mouth and agreed, Fang Dashuai wants to enter Shanghai, and he must have the support of the locals, otherwise it will be in vain. Talking and talking about the poetry meeting, last time Jiang Lili was poked by Jiang Anyang, she lost face in front of a group of young ladies, and was beaten by her father after returning home.

I went to work in the morning, and at noon I took leave with Yan Ming, saying that I was going to accompany Miss Wu to participate in the poetry meeting, Yan Ming smiled and nodded, "Go, if there are any good poems at the meeting, you can also read them to us." "Okay, then I'll go. Liu Xiaodao and a few little brothers didn't eat a big family, so they couldn't be happy. Jiang Anyang first went home and changed a set of clothes, which Wu Xinyue found someone to customize for him, it was very comfortable to wear, and it was decent and generous, and the most important thing was to match it with a white yarmulka, which looked handsome and compelling. Wu Xinyue brought someone to pick him up, and when she saw him wearing this, her eyes were shining, "Yes, my vision is good." Let's go to dinner first, and then go to the poetry club. "The poetry meeting was held at three o'clock in the afternoon, which happened to be the time for afternoon tea, Wu Xinyue took him to arrive a little early, Mo Ruyu was very happy when she saw Jiang Anyang, and beckoned them to drink tea.

The time was coming soon, Mo Ruyu was about to say that the poetry meeting would begin, Jiang Lili took Fang Qimo's hand and pushed the door in, "Sister Yu, I'm really sorry to keep you waiting." Mo Ruyu's face changed slightly after seeing Fang Qimo, "Lili, I said that if you want to bring someone to the poetry club, you must first get my consent, and besides, you have been kicked out of the poetry club, now please leave." Jiang Lili just wanted to answer, but Fang Qimo hurriedly replied: "You are Miss Mo, it is really like a flower and jade, Qimo below, and I hope to give me a lot of advice." "Don't dare, this is a private poetry club, no outsiders, and please leave." Fang Qimo snorted coldly, glanced at Jiang Lili, Jiang Lili understood what he meant, stepped forward and said, "Sister Yu, let me introduce you, this is Fang Dashuai's son, that is, Fang Shaoshuai." At this point, everyone was silent, but Jiang Anyang stood up and said: "This Young Marshal Fang wants to join the poetry club, there must be a masterpiece, why don't we listen to it." Mo Ruyu glanced at him gratefully, what good poem can a swinger make.