Changyang

In the room on the fourth floor of Beidou Pavilion near the corridor entrance, the candlelight has been extinguished.

Chang Yang opened his eyes and stared at the beams of the roof for a long time, and finally closed his eyes and sank into the Ling Mansion.

The vast and galloping spiritual sea is like a golden elixir turning slowly in the rising sun. Its surface is lingering in a light golden spirit, faintly wrapped in coldness, but the deep mark at the bottom is still there.

She thought about whether the damage to the golden elixir caused problems with her spiritual power, and she could not generate spiritual seeds like other monks. However, the spiritual energy contained in the spiritual spring caused by the overflow of Linglin Mountain was not enough for her to repair the golden elixir.

Now that the quarterly examination is approaching, the deep marks at the bottom of her golden elixir have only been repaired slightly, which is far less effective than the original two Yuan Yang elixirs.

Maybe, it's time to go to the doctor's office.

Changyang thought that she had to repair the scars on the golden elixir so that she could give birth to spiritual seeds and avoid being eliminated in the Ji Kao test.

I just don’t know if the Yangyuan Pill can continue to work.

Changyang always wanted to ask Changhua about the golden elixir for healing wounds, but he didn't show up for a long time. If she hadn't occasionally absorbed her spiritual power, she would have even thought that the pen spirit had disappeared.

As usual, Chang Yang held the green bamboo and jade pen, but still no one responded.

Just as she was about to put the pen back, Changhua's voice suddenly sounded.

"Junior, are you looking for me?" Changhua yawned greatly, "I was so sleepy, I took a nap."

She slept for two and a half months.

Changyang asked himself how to repair the golden elixir.

Changhua didn't seem to be fully awake yet, and said in a sleepy tone: "Repairing the golden elixir? Then you need to get a good medicinal elixir, or... your Kung Fu seems to be good, and you should be able to slowly repair it with your Kung Fu."

"If I take two more Yangyuan Pills, can the Golden Pill be completely repaired?" Chang Yang asked. Faced with being eliminated and owing a huge amount of points, she would rather choose to owe points.

"No." Changhua directly denied it, "Ordinary Yangyuan Pill is useless to you."

Chang Yang had a premonition in his heart, so he was not surprised, so he asked her: "What medicinal pill can repair it immediately?"

"Repair it immediately? At least you can get the heaven-level elixir." Changhua floated his pen around, and with the help of the wind, he finally came to his senses, "Why are you in such a hurry? Unless you want to advance to Nascent Soul now, this injury will not be repaired on weekdays. It doesn’t have much impact.”

...Heavenly Medicinal Pill.

It was rumored that the real heaven-level elixir had a strange phenomenon when it was made. The body was covered with divine thunder patterns. After taking it, it could cleanse the marrow and replace the bones. It was called a divine elixir, but she couldn't get it with points.

After Chang Yang was silent for a moment, he said: "I need to regenerate spiritual seeds to pass the quarterly examination. Now the golden elixir is injured, which affects the examination."

After Changhua heard this, he was strangely quiet for a while, and then he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Regenerate spiritual seeds? Even if your golden elixir is intact, you can't do it."

Chang Yang's heart sank: "What do you mean?"

Changhua clicked his tongue: "Junior, your golden elixir was born out of murderous intent. Every strand of your spiritual power is filled with chilling aura. How can you possibly trigger the spiritual seed?"

"Spiritual plants are warm in nature. The higher your realm, the less likely you are to touch living spiritual plants."

"Of course, there are spiritual plants that can be touched, but violent spiritual plants are rare. Each type is extremely rare and cannot be seen in ordinary places."

The school assessment will never allow them to give birth to rare spiritual species.

Chang Yang unconsciously tightened her grip on the pen. She pulled away from the Ling Mansion and opened her eyes to look at the dark roof beams.

The moonlight outside the window was covered by dark clouds, and not a ray of light could penetrate. It was quiet and dark.

"...Is there a way for me to regenerate spiritual seeds?" Chang Yang's deep voice sounded, "Any way will do."

Changhua was writing about the floating bamboo forest when he heard her words and suddenly stopped.

For some reason, this junior always feels like she can do anything to achieve her goals.

Changhua knew that for such people, it would be fine if their lives were smooth, but if their lives were bumpy, they could easily go astray.

Changhua floated around in place for a few times, only to feel that this junior had a strong sense of contradiction and was very divided.

Sometimes I think she will do whatever it takes to achieve her goals, but she is also willing to lay down her life for friends who are not from the same sect.

Changhua was really confused when two qualities that were supposed to be opposite appeared in one person at the same time.

Changhua hesitated for a moment, but finally followed his innermost thoughts and was willing to help her: "Of course there is, it's just to give birth to spiritual seeds."

Hearing her words, Chang Yang relaxed his hands slightly, and the condensation in his throat dissipated slightly: "Please teach me."

"For me, I only need to write the word '生'." Changhua said, "But you... it's difficult."

Although Changyang originally created the word "kill" with her murderous intention, her golden elixir also helped a lot, and there was indeed an element of opportunism.

On the other hand, when writing the word "生", not only does her golden elixir become a resistance, but she also needs to understand the meaning of "生" before she can write.

It is difficult for Changhua to connect this character with Changyang, and besides, she is not a writing practitioner.

Chang Yang did not hesitate: "I can learn."

Changhua thought to himself: Although this junior has a strong murderous intention, he has some talents in writing skills, so it is not impossible to teach him.

So, she pulled Changyang's spiritual consciousness into the world in the pen, and one person and one spirit came face to face.

"Look." Changhua floated in front of the bamboo forest. She took a bamboo leaf. She didn't even need a pen. She dipped her fingertips in ink and let it fall. The word "生" appeared on the leaf. "The word '生' contains full vitality." It means that in the hands of the best pen masters, every stroke can bring life to all things, make dead trees spring into life, and bring the dead back to life."

She raised her hand and the bamboo leaf floated in the air.

Suddenly, Chang Yang noticed that the spiritual energy in the forest was rushing into the bamboo leaves, and the wind was howling and the clouds were rolling. After a moment, the bamboo leaves fell to the ground, took root and sprouted, and suddenly grew into a towering living bamboo.

It's clearly just one word, but it can make a fallen bamboo leaf grow into green bamboo. Such an ability can be called a miraculous feat.

Although Changyang once made a wish with the word "kill" with the help of a green bamboo and jade pen to kill the tree python, he was still shocked when he saw this ability of transformation.

"You used to practice swordsmanship, but you might as well become a pen practitioner." Changhua put his hands behind his back, looking like a master, "I will teach you, but there is a condition."

Changyang: "Say."

Changhua said: "I need spiritual nourishment. You must always provide spiritual energy to me, so that I can teach you how to practice brushwork in time."

Changyang lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, but did not agree immediately: "I can always provide spiritual power, but it needs to be limited. You can't suddenly drain your spiritual power indefinitely."

"Of course." Changhua expressed understanding, "At critical moments, I won't randomly draw out your spiritual power. I only need to draw some on weekdays."

"I will support you with one-fifth of my spiritual power, and you will teach me how to practice writing." Changyang said slowly, "If you agree, we will form a contract." Changhua had no objection: "I agree."

Changyang opened his fingertips and established the blood contract as evidence. Then the contract seals appeared on both wrists, and then disappeared after a moment.

The two formed a bond in the bamboo forest.

"Quarterly exam in half a month?" Changhua originally wanted to let Chang Yang practice the Chinese characters first, but when he heard the time for the quarterly exam, he knew it was too late, so he had to practice the word "生" alone.

Changhua picked up his pen: "The painting is short and slanted, the three horizontal lines are parallel, and the vertical painting is in the middle. Words can be used as blades to kill people invisible, but they can also save the world from violent waves. With pen repair, you can write everything in your heart."

As her words fell, a strong and thick word "生" appeared on the paper.

"Come and try." Changhua stepped aside and let Changyang try writing.

Changyang stepped forward to hold the pen. Her posture in holding the pen was even corrected by Changhua before. Even if the strokes were correct, she was still weak and weak.

No different than a beginner.

Not to mention that this word can bring business and stimulate spiritual seeds.

"The words convey people's meaning." Changhua tried his best to ignore the rough and embellished characters in Changyang and explained carefully, "Every stroke of your hand must evoke the meaning of heaven and earth, so that you can inherit the fate of heaven and create new things."

"But individual brush repairmen are limited, and often need to use precious ink. The quality of the material of ink is particular. The higher the grade, the easier it is for the brush repairman to get what he wants."

"You are just spawning spiritual seeds, so you don't need any good ink."

……

As the quarterly exam approached, Ping Qingyun and Bai Mei became more and more nervous, but they discovered that Changyang began to write big characters every day.

I didn’t go to Linglin Mountain very much. I would practice calligraphy when I went back to my room at night. Occasionally, I would make gestures in my palms on the way to school.

"Is she crazy?" Bai Mei fell behind and looked at Chang Yang who was walking in front. She pointed at her head and said to Ping Qingyun.

Even Bai Mei, who usually doesn't use his brain, thinks that Chang Yang is out of his mind, which shows the seriousness of the situation.

Ping Qingyun was worried, but he didn't dare to ask more questions for fear of irritating Chang Yang.

On this day, after returning from get out of class, Changyang continued to practice calligraphy while Changhua slowly commented on her calligraphy in his mind.

"It's still blunt and the writing is too sharp." Changhua said, "If you want the word '生' to be effective, you must first borrow Qi, borrow the wandering spiritual energy from the surrounding heaven and earth, and make it converge on '生'. Think about what you did that day How to make a wish with the intention to kill.”

Normally, brush repair is limited to the level of pen and ink. That day in the snake miasma forest, Chang Yang learned it by himself without a teacher and used blood to make ink.

Changhua believed that although her handwriting was ugly, she was indeed talented in writing.

Upon hearing this, Changyang tore off the old paper and started writing again.

Papers he had written on were piled all over the table. The door of the room was pushed open from the outside, bringing in a gust of wind that blew the papers away and old papers fell to the ground.

Ping Qingyun bent down and picked up the paper on the ground. Seeing that the paper was filled with various words for "生", he raised his head and looked at Changyang, with worry in his eyes.

These days, Changyang keeps writing this word repeatedly.

Could it be that he was unable to give birth to spiritual seeds and was stimulated and hit too hard, so he wrote such words every day?
"Chang Yang!" Ping Qingyun stepped forward and stretched out his hand to block the white paper on the table, preventing her from continuing to write. "Please wake up, there is a quarterly exam tomorrow."

After the paper was blocked, Chang Yang put away his pen and raised his eyes: "I know."

Her eyes were clear, and there was no trace of confusion in her black pupils.

Ping Qingyun didn't notice Chang Yang's eyes, he just looked at the waste paper everywhere, and said anxiously: "Stop writing, what's the use of writing this?"

"It's useful." Changyang bent down and picked up the old paper at his feet, turned it over, and continued writing on the other side.

"Yes, it works!" Ping Qingyun said angrily, "After practicing for so long, my handwriting looks much better, but can I pass the quarterly exam? Once you have written this handwriting, can it give birth to spiritual seeds?"

Changyang nodded: "Maybe."

"Or... you're really crazy!" Ping Qingyun scratched his head with both hands and could almost imagine Chang Yang being eliminated.

Changyang remained silent, lowered his head and kept writing.

Only by writing the word "生" can she pass the quarterly exam and stay in the star realm.

For this glimmer of hope, she was willing to gamble.

Invisibly, Changyang expressed his strong intention to survive in his writing.

When the ink was falling, the space around the pen tip was suddenly slightly distorted. The change was so small that even I didn't notice it.

Only Changhua noticed a familiar movement. She was sitting in the bamboo forest, feeling inexplicably moved in her heart. This junior could actually cause the heaven and earth to interact and gather free spiritual energy.

After a while, Chang Yang suddenly felt resistance in her writing, as if there was a strong force preventing her from continuing to write.

This is……

Changyang stabilized her hanging wrist and slowly moved the pen tip to the right. In just one stroke, her back was soaked with sweat. If she didn't have strong self-control, she wouldn't be able to hold the pen in her hand steadily.

One stroke.

Changyang quickly held his right wrist with his left hand and raised it again. The ink fell on the paper and he wrote a series of strokes from left to right.

Ping Qingyun looked at Chang Yang whose forehead was covered with cold sweat. He was stunned for a moment. He didn't know what happened to her, but he still insisted on finishing the words.

Baimei's nose twitched, and out of a monster's instinct, he pulled Ping Qingyun away who wanted to reach out to stop Chang Yang.

After finishing the word, the pen fell off Changyang's hand and rolled around on the table several times.

Her right hand finally couldn't control the slight trembling, and the numbness spread from her fingertips to her wrist bones, all the way to her right arm.

After a long time, Chang Yang slowly stretched out his hand to pick up the spiritual grain seeds that were on the verge of withering.

Under the watchful eyes of Ping Qingyun and Bai Mei, she placed the spiritual grain seeds on top of the word "生".

The ink of the word "生" seems to come alive, flowing in the traces of strokes on the paper, constantly flowing towards the spiritual grain seeds in the middle, until the ink of "生" seems to fade, and the withered buds and leaves slowly unfold again.

The author has something to say:
Brainless Little Wolf: Is Changyang crazy? !
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