When the words fell, Qiu Yan put pen to paper, and a series of four poems took shape on the paper-

Life is one breath, blood flows day and night,

Autumn or separation, if the body is enmity.

It seems to be describing the human body, but there is a faint sense of warning, especially the word blood, when it is formed, it echoes the heroic spirit in Qiu Yan's body.

The next moment, the qi and blood rose from the twenty words and radiated away!

At the same time.

"Someone came to Zhang's Mansion to make trouble?"

In the courtyard of the Zhang family and the various side rooms, there are different subordinate servants and guards, and the main family of these people wants to take the opportunity to make friends because of the improvement of the character of the young scholar, so they all come to visit, but they did not expect the condition to recur, and they fell into a coma one after another, and they were inconvenient to move, so they had to stay in Zhang's mansion temporarily.

After hearing the news, the family members of all the masters rushed over and accompanied them, and they had a variety of lives, some secretly happy, some worried, but they were all under pressure in their hearts.

At this moment, after listening to the words of the Zhang Mansion, I knew that someone came to the Zhang Mansion to make trouble, but most of them were gloomy, although this matter did not directly conflict with them, but now there was an accident at home, irritable mood, and pressure, which made them find an outlet.

"Go and see the situation, if it is true, assist the people in Zhang Fuzhong and blast that person out. ”

"Xiucai also dares to make trouble?"

"At such a moment, there is still chaos, and it cannot be spared!"

For a while, the children of the old masters all sent servants and guards to the past, and some simply went out in person.

On the other side, Qiu Yan's pen kept coming, and poems appeared on the paper one after another-

......

Every inch is thoughtful, like an arrow set to shoot Hou.

Running for several years, moaning the drama Ziqiu.

Suddenly, worries, distracting thoughts, worries when sick, physical discomfort and other artistic conceptions roared out!

Without waiting for the gathered crowd to step on the threshold of the lobby, the entire Zhang Mansion suddenly shook!

Rumble!

All five senses resonate!

This shaking is not because the ground under your feet is shaking, but because the perception of the people in Fuzhong is shaking!

"What's going on?"

Everyone was shocked and hurried to find the source.

This time. There was a warmth that spread and quickly spread to all corners of Zhang's mansion.

Piping hot, warm and baked.

At this moment, everyone in Zhang's mansion is in turmoil, either with all kinds of thoughts, or irritable.

Now, as soon as the warmth spreads, everyone in the mansion has changed their complexions, the seven spirits on their bodies are faintly swimming, and their flesh and blood tremble slightly. There was a throbbing coming out of the blood, dispelling the thoughts in my heart.

Then, the hearts of the people flashed with fragments of memory, flashing some things from the past, including the care of the elders in their childhood, and the help of the family at the beginning, bit by bit, gradually becoming clear, the conscience that was blinded by the desire for profit. He slowly broke free.

At the door of Zhang's mansion, the unconscious Zhang Yu opened his eyes.

This faintness made him experience a poor life in a dream.

In the dream, he took the opportunity of Master Zhang's death. forced Zhang Zhen away and became the head of the Zhang family, but soon the family fell into the middle of the road, and everyone rebelled and left. Only his wife and son never left him, with him, and then worked for half his life. Just to make ends meet, his wife left in his later years, but fortunately he had children and grandchildren to pay respect, and Zuihou passed away with a smile.

It was not easy to come back from the dream, and it happened that the warmth spread at this time, warming the limbs and infiltrating into the heart, which reminded Zhang Yu of some things about his father and brother when he was a child, and he unconsciously left tears.

On the side, Zhang Zhen was shrouded in warmth, his heart was in a trance, and he also recalled his loving mother and strict father, and he felt emotional.

Even those servants and guards were also caught in reminiscence, and their eyes were confused.

The warmth spreads, and the source is the main hall of Zhangfu.

In front of the main hall, the old man who was being supported by someone had a complicated complexion, his eyes flashed with reminiscence, as if he had thought of something, and the majestic aura on his body weakened slightly.

Inside the main hall, Qiu Yan splashed ink, and hot breath gushed out from the paper, filling the entire hall and radiating outward.

Next to him, Qi Jiulian's eyes widened, and as the words on the paper appeared one after another, his face became more and more pale.

"Impossible! Impossible! How can words give birth to qi and blood? Words are just condensed by ink, without muscles, bones, skin, and flesh, let alone seven spirits, at most condensing the artistic conception of the writer, turning into charm, and projecting into the hearts of others!"

The young scholar muttered to himself, as if he had been hit hard.

His words were heard by Qiu Yan, who shook his head, and the momentum of the whole person climbed, exuding Dao thoughts, affecting Qi Jiulian.

Qiu Yan didn't move, his mouth didn't understand, but a few words came out of his mind-

"Words are born in ink, ink is born in water, and water is the blood of words. ”

"Hold the pen in your hand, use the pen to move the pen, round under the pen, tossing and turning, without losing the glyph, which can be described as the bone of the word. ”

"The pen is vertical and horizontal, the broken place is hidden, and even the degree is the tendon of the word. ”

"The pen walks, the sparse place is full, the secret place is lifted, the fat is pressed, and the mention is thin, which is the meat of the word. ”

"The muscles and bones are full of flesh and blood, and the author builds the charm with his own thoughts, which can be called the soul, why can't he give birth to qi and blood?"

Feeling the words in his mind, Qi Jiulian's face changed greatly, and the blood on his face faded: "Impossible! No one has ever mentioned or said such a thing in the writings of the predecessors and in the present life, and it is a fallacy that has not been recorded!"

Later, his eyes were bright and dark, and his voice became smaller and smaller, obviously touched by this passage and discovered the truth contained in it.

It's just that Qi Jiulian reacted again soon: "No, these words you wrote already have Shen Yun in them, which are completely different from the ones I saw before, what's going on......!

However, Qiu Yan didn't pay attention to this, and only calculated silently.

"At this point, the person behind the curtain should be going to make a move......"

On the other hand, Qi Jiulian's attitude and words fell in the eyes of everyone outside the door, but they made these people stunned, surprised, and then thoughtful.

The surrounding warmth is surging, accompanied by the expansion of warmth, which makes this high courtyard, which covers a large area, full of a strange warmth.

On the ground, there was originally a cold and filthy atmosphere, but now it is washed away by this warmth, and it is about to dissipate!

..................

"Hmm!"

Deep underground, ethereal thoughts and cloudy thoughts snorted at the same time, panicking.

"What's the matter? Who is casting the spell?

In astonishment, the attention of the two thoughts quickly xiangshang, seeping out of the ground. shrouded the entire Zhang Mansion, and then discovered the changes in the main hall!

"Who is this person? The words written are even more amazing than the previous boy, and he can actually burst out with masculinity!"

"Masculine and blood are the nemesis of ghosts and filth! No wonder it can shake Zhang Fu's lust and lust!"

"You can't let this person continue, you and I fight back together, we must reverse in one fell swoop and lay down the victory!"

After the two thoughts spoke, each emitted a fluctuation, and the light wind merged with the chaotic distraction, weaving through the dirt. Zuihou broke through the ground and turned into a visible gray air current, filthy and foul-smelling.

As soon as the air flow came out, it confronted the warmth, and the two breaths were very different, as if water and fire were incompatible, and soon, this filthy air gradually pushed the warmth away from the bottom up. Take advantage.

Suddenly, the entire Zhangfu was cloudy, and even the sunshine seemed to be overshadowed, and more people in the city gathered to gather. Polluted by filth, melted into filth, grown, replenished!

Rumble!

Filth skyrockets!

All the people in the house were affected by this, and the conscience in their hearts was extinguished. Selfish desires are rising, even Zhang Zhen is no exception, all of them are red-faced. Staring at the red eyes, there is only the desire for profit in his heart, and nothing else.

Distracting thoughts, filthy thoughts, filthy qi is even more ferocious, and it rushes towards the main hall!

In the bright main hall, the light dimmed at this time, and the faces of the people outside the door were distorted, all like evil ghosts, glaring angrily at Qiu Yan, their eyes were full of malice and murderous intent, almost condensed into substance!

In the main hall, Qi Jiulian looked surprised: "It's not good! You angered the person who cast the spell! This person was able to mobilize the wishes of the people of the city, how could this be possible? Where did all the gods and gods in the city go?"

Although he said that he was successful in calligraphy, he was not very old, his mind was uncertain, and he had never practiced martial arts.

"Calm down!" Qiu Yan suddenly said in a loud voice, "You are also a person who practices calligraphy and cultivates qi, why should you be afraid of yin qi and filthy qi? If you don't move, your spirit will be spiritual, and your spirit will be self-conscious, reading and writing is not for you to show off, but to teach you the truth of how to behave in the world.

In these words, there was a taste of the elders reprimanding the juniors, but it made the flustered Qi Jiulian relax slightly, but when he turned his head to look, he raised his heart again.

I saw Qiu Yan facing the changes outside the house, but he didn't pay attention to it, and still lowered his head to write.

"When is he still writing? This filth can't be dispelled by the rhyme and blood alone!"

Unlike the panicked and eager Qi Jiulian, Qiu Yan was calm, his wrist flipped to see, and a few lines of poetry fell on the paper-

Hu Wei doesn't love himself, and Sen Ran spears?

A smile is extinguished, and the frost eagle is stunned.

As soon as a few sentences came out, there was immediately a sense of clarity in the lobby, faintly sharp and cold!

Gather!

Outside the hall, the Taoist people's wishes flew over, and the source of these people's wishes was the houses, taverns, restaurants, teahouses, etc. all over the city, and even the back kitchen of Zhang's Mansion floated out a few dishes.

As soon as the people gathered, they poured into the paper in front of Qiu Yan, and the sunlight and blood on the paper suddenly soared, exuding rolling thoughts.

Crash!

Thoughts soared to the sky, scattered all over the house, and fell on the people in the house with distorted faces, they trembled one after another, as if they had just woken up from a dream, and the selfish desires and delusions in their hearts were shattered and regained their clarity!

Rumble!

Qiu Yan's clothes were windless, and the momentum of the whole person climbed to an extreme, and the people were entwined all over his body, and there was a creaking sound in his muscles and bones, as if he was under heavy pressure! Qi Jiulian who was watching on the side was shocked.

In this momentum, Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes, the tip of the pen fell, and he wrote the closing sentence-

Hu'er Ping medicine sachet, my illness is now its miasma.

As soon as this sentence falls, the rolling people are willing to follow the table, through the ground, and go deep into the ground!

On the other side, exclamations were heard from all over the house, and the unconscious old men opened their eyes one after another! (To be continued......

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