Changyang

"Why are you so young..." Changhua had a headache and tried to persuade him earnestly, "The word 'kill' is so intense that it is difficult to control and it is extremely easy to suffer backlash."

Chang Yang was unmoved: "I'm willing to give it a try."

Changhua: "..."

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't ask.

"Ci can teach you." Changhua sighed, "But junior, it's easy for you to go astray like this."

The ambition is too strong and the murderous intention is too strong. The further you get to the back, the harder it will be to leave.

Seeing that the other party was still indifferent, Changhua finally tore off the dirty paper and picked up the pen again: "When writing, spiritual power needs to be poured into the body of the pen. The pen connects the heaven and the earth, and the ink outlines the will. In the end, the words become the knot of wishes."

Chang Yang stood beside her, staring at her writing, and her fingertips hanging by her side moved slightly.

If anyone knows calligraphy and watches Changhua holding a pen, he will know that her writing is hidden in the front, with a silkworm head and a swallow tail, and a stroke of three folds.

This is typical official writing.

Just one word conveys broad-mindedness and majesty, and a faint ancient beauty.

"Okay." Changhua put down his pen and floated to the side, "You can try it."

Changyang held the pen and looked down at the words on the table, recalling the sequence of the other person's writing movements. His hand moved according to his heart and he quickly wrote the word "kill".

"No, no, no." Changhua shook her head and simply slapped the pen out of her hand, "You are clearly following my drawings. This is not writing at all! There is no use in writing it. It is nothing but ugly!"

Changhua didn't have any legs to move around, so he could only express his blood flow by floating around: "Who taught you to draw calligraphy like this?"

She was smart, and she learned the stroke order correctly this time, but she was still drawing words. Changhua could tell at a glance that there was no font structure in her mind.

A bamboo leaf fell on Changyang's shoulder and neck, and the tip of the leaf touched her pale skin, itching slightly.

Chang Yang turned his face sideways, raised his hands to brush off the fallen leaves on his neck and shoulders, and said calmly: "You can teach me now."

Changhua's face was full of mania: "You don't need to tell me, I have to correct all your problems! If you can't write well, it's just a waste of effort."

Seeing the word "ugly" is simply a cruel torture for Changhua.

She has never taught students with such poor qualifications!

"Don't think about using Chinese characters in the short term. You have to learn to write well first." Changhua thought after saying that, this is good, the official script is simple and lofty, which can suppress this junior's temperament.

In an instant, Changhua thought about how to teach Changyang to write again and what font style to use.

"You hold the pen." Changhua began to adjust Changyang's posture of holding the pen. "The fingers are strong, the palm is empty, the wrist is raised up, and the elbow is cantilevered."

Changyang changed his body posture while listening.

"Yes, remember the current posture." Seeing that she could quickly adjust to the appropriate movements, Chang Hua was somewhat satisfied and said, "The comprehension ability is acceptable. Why didn't you listen to Master's lectures before?"

Chang Yang lowered his eyes and looked quietly at the pen in his hand, and after a moment asked: "What's the next step?"

Changhua flipped his hand and conjured a pen: "You follow me and practice."

She originally planned to teach some structural strokes and let this junior digest them first, but she did not expect that Changyang's comprehension ability was not low and he could understand it with just a few clicks.

Changhua was confused again, not understanding why her handwriting could be so ugly.

"I'll teach you next time, I'm tired." The pen in Changhua's hand disappeared, and his entire body became blurred as if diluted by water.

Before finally disappearing, Changhua seemed to think of something and said narrowly: "Junior, I forgot to mention that it will take a little bit of your spiritual energy to pull you in and teach you how to practice calligraphy."

Chang Yang: "..."

The moment Chang Zhen disappeared, a strong force pushed Chang Yang out of the world in the painting. Her mind returned, and she suddenly opened her eyes and saw the familiar beams in her residence.

Chang Yang probed into his spiritual mansion and found that the golden spiritual sea had become shallower by more than half, and even the originally rolling spiritual waves were much calmer.

"..."

The next day, on the day of the break, all the monks from both factions in the spiritual world knew that there was another branch hall, but the door was closed tightly. Some monks tried to push it open, but they couldn't even touch it.

Various speculations gradually arose, but in the days that followed, the Zhidu Hall remained closed and closed to the public, and everyone gradually got used to ignoring it.

"It's strange. Have there been fewer monks in Linglin Mountain recently?" Ping Qingyun was surprised, "I haven't seen many people fighting."

Changyang also discovered the changes in the monks from Lingli Mountain, but she didn't have time to waste on others: "Look for Lingquan first."

The spiritual spring needed by the three of them should not be too small, and Chang Yang and Bai Mei also preferred to fight with stronger monks.

Therefore, these days, they have been advancing northward. There are many and deep spiritual springs there, and the level of monks they occupy is also higher.

Although their injuries will also be more serious.

Soon, Ping Qingyun discovered a spiritual spring: "There is actually a spiritual spring here that has not been occupied."

In the last round, the three of them met a group of powerful monks, including a demon cultivator. Although they won miserably in the end, even Chang Yang couldn't get out of bed on the day of the break yesterday.

The three of them got up late today. They originally thought of challenging the monks, but they didn't expect that there was a spiritual spring that was unoccupied.

Ping Qingyun quickly stepped forward to check the spiritual spring. It was half waist deep and the water surface was spacious enough for three people.

Baimei violently kicked the wooden sign blocking the way, then crushed it with his foot. He didn't notice that there was a pattern on it.

"There's no one around." Chang Yang looked around and came back.

So Bai Mei jumped directly into the spiritual spring, followed closely by Ping Qingyun.

"Changyang, you come in quickly." Ping Qingyun greeted. This was his second time soaking in the spiritual spring since he was kicked out after jumping into it the first time.

"it is good."

The abundant spiritual energy allowed their injuries to heal faster, and what was rare was that no one came to interfere until the afternoon.

Until someone shows up.

He is wearing a blue and white Taoist robe, has single eyelids and a wide face, is of medium height, and walks easily. He is in the early stage of Jindan.

"Who are you?" The male monk was shocked, "This is my spiritual spring."

Chang Yang stood up from the spiritual spring and glanced behind him, but did not find any other monks.

Ping Qingyun was soaking in the spiritual spring, his face full of confusion: "Aren't all spiritual springs nameless? Fellow Taoist, are you confused?"

The other party glanced around the spiritual spring, stepped forward and grabbed the wooden sign that was trampled by Bai Mei, and was extremely angry: "I put up a sign to remind you, are you blind?"

"Can I occupy Lingquan by setting up a tablet?" Chang Yang looked at the male cultivator, "If I replace the Linglin Mountain stone tablet with my name, does the entire Lingquan belong to me?"

A foundation-building monk is so arrogant.

The male cultivator endured it and asked: "I am a disciple of the Baihong Sect. This Lingquan area belongs to the fifth floor of Nandou Pavilion. Which sect is yours?" "Hehuan Sect, the first floor of Beidou Pavilion."

Ping Qingyun raised his hand: "I am a disciple of the Transshipment Sect and live on the third floor of Beidou Pavilion."

He then pointed at Bai Mei, who had been soaking in the spiritual spring without opening her eyes: "She also lives on the first floor of Beidou Pavilion."

"Ha!" The male cultivator let out a short laugh, raised his hand and hit the three of them, saying in disbelief, "How dare a bunch of losers take over my spiritual spring."

Changyang drew his sword suddenly and chopped off the incoming spiritual energy. Baimei, who was soaking in the spiritual spring, suddenly opened his eyes, jumped out and rushed towards the male cultivator opposite.

The male cultivator's realm was illusory, and he only had time to resist Bai Mei's claw before he was kicked out by her.

He fell to the ground and stared at the three of them with hateful eyes: "You, you... are so brave."

Ping Qingyun was confused: "Fellow Taoist, do you rely on your strength to fight for the spiritual spring, do you rely on your words?"

"Just wait!" The male cultivator got up, said one word, and hurriedly ran away to the north.

He came suddenly and left suddenly, leaving the three of them looking at each other.

This was the first time for Changyang and the others to encounter such a situation. Even for the next four days, no monk came to interfere with them.

It's rare to soak in Lingquan for several days without fighting.

This time, Chang Yang's injuries were fully recovered, and the golden spiritual sea in his inner palace was abundant. When he got up to go back, he was in excellent condition.

"Friends." Ping Qingyun just stood up and suddenly seemed to feel something. His eyes lit up, "I seem to be promoted."

Chang Yang, who was still at the peak of foundation building: "..."

Is it so easy for the monks of the Transshipment Sect to be promoted?
Changyang raised his head and glanced at the night sky: "We'll be watching."

"Thanks, Changyang."

Ping Qingyun immediately sat down again and started to advance.

...

To the northwest of Lingli Mountain, in the deepest and largest spiritual spring, there are seven or eight monks, all of whom are in the middle stage of the golden elixir. They are not only spiritual cultivators, but also demon cultivators and devil cultivators.

"Brother, someone is robbing my spiritual spring." The male cultivator ran over, clutching his injured chest, and shouted to the monk at the center of the spiritual spring.

After a cup of tea, the monk slowly opened his eyes: "A person from Beidou Pavilion?"

"Yes, they even hurt me." The male cultivator seemed to have found his backbone and said angrily, "Brother, you have to help me take revenge!"

Tang Jie thought thoughtfully: "Those people from Beidou Pavilion have been hiding in the northeast of Lingli Mountain. Why do they suddenly come to trouble you?"

After nearly three months, the middle-stage Jindan monks of Nandou Zhai and Beidou Pavilion had a tacit division on Lingquan.

The northwest belongs to Nandou Zhai, and the northeast belongs to Beidou Pavilion.

At this moment, the strongest Jindan monks on the fifth floor of Nandou Zhai were soaking in the largest and deepest spiritual spring in the northwest.

They also designated an area in the northwest for use by fellow sects. Without permission, other monks are not allowed to enter, otherwise they will be liquidated by these golden elixirs in the middle period.

This is also the reason why there are fewer and fewer fights in Linglin Mountain.

The male cultivator gritted his teeth when he thought of those three people: "They only have one Foundation Establishment and two Early Stage Golden Cores, and they don't take our Baihong Sect seriously at all."

"Foundation building?" Tang Jie suddenly asked him, "A wolf-headed female cultivator in the early stage of the Golden Core? And a disciple of the Transshipment Sect?"

The male cultivator immediately nodded: "It's them! How do you know, senior brother?"

Tang Jie looked at the male cultivator: "You go back first, and I will find them to settle the matter when the day of suspension comes."

The male cultivator was so determined that he could almost foresee the tragic situation of those three people.

The other middle-stage Jindan cultivators in Lingquan watched the male cultivators leave, and then looked at Tang Jie in the middle: "Langtou and Zhuji, it sounds like they are that group."

A disciple of the Zhuan Sect in the early stage of the Golden Elixir went everywhere to visit the spiritual springs, followed by a wolf-headed demon cultivator and a foundation-building monk, but he was able to occupy the spiritual springs in Linglin Mountain every round.

These days, both factions have heard about it.

"I heard that the foundation-building monk is very good at fighting." Another monk next to him said, "On the Day of Suspension, I will go with you."

"I'm also going to meet the wolf-headed female cultivator." A demon cultivator said.

"Will Beidou Pavilion intervene?"

"No, that group has nothing to do with the monks in the northeast."

Tang Jie closed his eyes and continued practicing: "On the day of the break, if you are willing to go to Beidou Pavilion, come with me."

……

As the stars move, the black night sky gradually becomes white.

Ping Qingyun, who had been sitting upright for six hours, suddenly had a golden light on his body. He was very powerful, but it was not dazzling. Instead, he had a soft and moist feeling.

Chang Yang stood beside him, and after a long look, he found that there seemed to be a very light green light on the outer layer of the golden light on his body, which disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"My golden elixir is in the middle stage!" The golden light gradually entered Ping Qingyun's body. He jumped up and told the two of them the good news.

"Congratulations." Chang Yang congratulated heartily.

The white eyebrow man next to him was biting his nails, staring at him and shaking his head, and three words popped out of his mouth: "No hitting."

Ping Qingyun stretched out a finger, shook it left and right, and said, "Bai Mei, you don't understand, my ability to bless luck is even stronger."

"Let's go." Changyang said.

At this time, the sun was shining, and the three of them walked towards Beidou Pavilion, feeling pretty good.

……

Directly in front of Beidou Pavilion, there were several people standing or sitting. In the middle was a tall and strong man, wearing blue and white robes, sitting crookedly on a chair, sharpening his nails with a small knife in his hand.

"They are back!" The male cultivator who had waited until noon from morning to night immediately leaned over and said to Tang Jie as soon as he saw Changyang and the others.

Tang Jie raised his eyelids, glanced at the three people opposite him, stood up slowly, turned his head and stretched his muscles: "You... let me wait."

After saying this, he threw the flying knife in his hand towards Chang Yang in the middle.

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When the fingers are strong and the palms are weak, raise the wrist to raise the edge, move the elbow and cantilever the arm. This is from "The Five-Character Method of Writing"

The accommodation has been modified again. Now Beidou Pavilion and Nandou Zhai each have only one very large building (you know the Xianxia space). Men and women live in one building, and the rooms are separated by odd and even. Currently, only the first to fifth floors are occupied. , the number starts with 6~10. If there are still errors in the previous article, I must have forgotten to modify it~
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