Changyang

"Why was this good person arrested by the Jie Tang?"

Jie Jinling was puzzled and sent a message to Changyang the next day, but received no reply. She could only sneak to the case room several times in an attempt to hear the news from the wives.

As a result, the news was not heard. Instead, she was caught several times by the passing master and rushed back to Tianyi Academy.

Xie Jinling could only sit at the desk and scratch her head anxiously. Changyang was delayed in classes for a month. How bad this was!

Cheng Qing in front heard her words and turned around and said, "Maybe he violated commandment No. 13."

When Xie Jinling heard this, she immediately sat up straight and lowered her voice and asked, "How do you know?"

When Cheng Qing saw this, he also lowered his voice: "Guess, she asked me about this commandment."

"Do you know each other?" Xie Jinling looked at him suspiciously. Doesn't he also want to withdraw from the star realm?

Cheng Qing said: "We know each other, she helped me at Jie Ya before."

He has prepared the medicinal materials required for the Shengmai Pill. Now all that remains is to refine it. He has taken leave and plans to start refining it tonight.

Xie Jinling thought about the content of commandment No. 13, and suddenly slapped the desk hard: "Who wants to harm Changyang?"

The monks around Tianyi Academy looked at her, some were confused, some looked at her with cold eyes, and most of them had nothing to do with her.

Only Minghuai, who was sitting by the window, was holding a bone fan, tapping his palms one after another, and his eyes fell on the empty space in the middle, thoughtfully.

I don’t know how those two people got together and broke commandment No. 13 at the same time.

……

Under the Jie Cliff, the two formations of Han and Chi are operating without interfering with each other.

Changyang's eyebrows were stained with frost. She was sitting in front of the stone table, with her unsheathed sword beside her and a stack of paper on the table.

It was so cold inside the array that ordinary ink formed a thin layer of ice after being left out for a while. She could only write a few words before grinding the ink again.

The identities of the three people have been revealed, and they will be able to issue life and death certificates when they get out.

Changyang lowered his eyes and thought to himself, but he didn't know the specific requirements of the life and death certificate and how to implement them.

In addition, there is no sign of improvement in her realm yet, and she has no weapons to rely on. When she returns to the star realm, it will never be as easy as dealing with the fake Wang Yi in the cliff.

In fact, in less than a year after coming to the star realm, Changyang was able to break through to the middle stage of the golden elixir just by relying on the strong spiritual energy here. It was already very fast.

It's just that the monks on the upper five levels gathered geniuses from the four realms. Her starting point was too low, and there were two other Baimei and Heping Qingyun who advanced more violently around her, so she seemed a little slow.

The practice of pen practice must never be broken.

Changyang's fingers were frozen stiff, so she squeezed them hard, then continued to rub away the frozen ink, and dipped her pen into writing.

"Chang Yang, you are extremely talented in copying, but the key to writing skills is not copying." Changhua pointed out, "Others are always others, you need to find your own way of writing."

"Listen to your heart." She said eloquently, "The intention is to write first, calm your mind and think, unite your heart and hands, and follow the trend."

Changyang lowered his eyes and slowly started writing after listening to Changhua's words.

It is not easy.

When she picks up the pen and puts down the painting, it seems that there is an invisible force hindering her. Her body is pressed down by something, and it is difficult for her hand to even hold the pen.

Just writing one line made Changyang's back soaked, two veins popped out on the back of his hand, and the scabbed wound on his palm burst open and dripped onto the paper.

She felt like she was trapped in a very small space, and the space was shrinking as she started writing, squeezing her lungs and heart.

……how come?
Is it because her spiritual power is blocked?
Changyang held the green bamboo and jade pen at this moment, and clearly conveyed his thoughts to Changhua.

Changhua chuckled: "It has nothing to do with spiritual power. Do you really think that pen repair is so easy?"

"It's okay to practice calligraphy at ordinary times. Once you use your mental skills to write, it will no longer be ordinary calligraphy. There is a price to pay for borrowing the spiritual energy of heaven."

"Without me sharing the weight of Heaven's law with those words in the past, you would have been torn apart long ago."

She is nourished by Changyang's spiritual power. If something happens to her, she will most likely return to the pen, and the world in the pen is in danger. If she falls into a deep sleep, she may be completely destroyed.

If Changhua were asked to choose someone who inherited the writing practice, she would definitely not choose Changyang.

The reason is simple.

——She is not suitable.

Changhua wanted a monk with a mind as clear as the breeze and bright moon, free and easy as jade. Such a person would be in harmony with the aura of heaven, and he would get twice the result with half the effort in practicing the art of writing.

However, Changyang's blood dripped into the pen at that time, causing the green bamboo and jade pen to recognize its owner.

Changhua hesitated several times whether to teach the art of pen repair to an inappropriate person, but she could not remain completely indifferent when her junior was in danger.

The word "kill" before, if Changhua hadn't secretly shouldered half of the power of heaven, Changyang would have been annihilated on the spot.

Now that the matter has come to an end, I have learned nothing but resigned myself to my fate.

Changhua said: "If you want to be a real pen cultivator, you have to bear the power of heaven on your pen script. I can no longer share it for you."

"Of course, you can also occasionally borrow my power and use words to break dangers like before."

The former means that Changyang can cultivate the art of writing, and the latter means that the green bamboo and jade pen has become an ordinary magic weapon.

"I'll carry it myself," Chang Yang said directly.

Changhua was not surprised at all: "I know what you want to choose. From today on, I will teach you everything I can think of."

She had been in the pen for too long and she was tired.

This junior is not without merits, at least she is determined enough, but how far she can go depends on herself.

Putting pen to paper suddenly became extremely difficult.

On the one hand, Changyang resisted the cold, and the golden elixir of her spirit palace solidified, so she could only let the cold air invade. On the other hand, she was frightened by the power of heaven when she was holding a pen, and the aura in the air became the culprit of suppressing her.

"Cough cough!"

Her throat felt itchy, and she made a fist with her left hand and put the back of her hand against her lips. Finally, she couldn't restrain herself from coughing, but she coughed up a pool of blood, which quickly condensed again.

There were only two strokes on the paper, and the words were not yet formed.

Changhua in the spiritual platform said: "This is just the beginning. Do you know why special ink is needed? Because special ink can greatly match the aura of heaven, allowing you to reduce the suppression of heaven's power."

By the third stroke, Changyang could no longer hold the pen, and even accidentally overturned the inkstone when he missed it. "There is still time to grind." Changhua shook his head and went to sleep.

On the other side, Fu Zhaojian was in the blazing formation. Although he was sweating lightly, his white robe was still tightly buttoned. His black and satin-like hair was scattered behind him. His slightly moist eyebrows made him look like an ink painting, showing his aristocratic grace.

He was flipping through the last few pages of the unfinished book when he heard the coughing sound next door. Looking out of the corner of his eyes, he immediately noticed the abnormal flow of spiritual energy above the other person's head.

Look at her again, unable to lower her hand, and the pen rolls to the ground.

The pen on the ground is made of green bamboo, and the jade is clear and green. It doesn't look like an ordinary thing, and it doesn't fit in with her.

He had checked that the Hehuan Sect had never produced a pen cultivator, so she must have had some luck.

There are tens of millions of monks in the four realms, and there are so many people who meet him by chance, but Fu Zhaowei does not covet each other's things.

It's just that the writing process has been lost for a long time, and there are only a few sentences recorded in the book.

The first time he saw it, he inevitably became curious.

At this moment, the young female cultivator was lying on the stone table, her shoulders and neck were thin, her hands hanging by the table were stained with ink and blood, and her knuckles were slightly stiff due to the cold.

Fu Zhaowei looked above her, and the gathered spiritual energy dissipated again.

After Changyang stopped writing, the feeling of oppression disappeared. She breathed a few times, regained her energy, put one hand on the edge of the table, and leaned forward to pick up the fallen pen.

With the cold spell, the entire ground was covered with ice and was too smooth. Following the weak slope, the green bamboo and jade pen rolled a certain distance to the right.

Changyang reached out to pick up the pen and raised his eyes to meet Fu Zhaowei's gaze.

The punishments for the hundreds of commandments on the commandment monument vary. Only the punishment for commandment No. 13 is to seal off spiritual power and be imprisoned for a month.

She heard the person who brought him here said before that he would stay in Jieya for a month.

He also... killed someone under the boundary cliff?

At that time, the Jie Tang didn't arrest him because he was the future star master?

Chang Yang was distracted and finally looked away. What happened to him now had nothing to do with her.

At the moment, all she has in mind is practicing the art of writing.

"Peace your mind and calm your mind... unite your heart and hands."

Chang Yang thought silently in her mind, picked up the pen and continued to write. The spiritual energy gathered again, tearing and compressing her body.

At the same time, the cold array started, causing the frost to bite her bones. She even bent her back a little, and her fingers were so stiff that she could hardly hold the pen, but she still had to resist.

She dropped the pen several times and picked it up several times.

"It's just that the spiritual power is sealed, but your golden elixir is still there."

When Chang Yang stiffly leaned over to pick up the pen again, Fu Zhaowei, who was in the blazing array on the right, suddenly spoke out.

Their eyes met again.

One person's consciousness was actually blurred, and the other person's eyes were half lowered, looking down at her like a mountain god, like frost and snow falling lightly on her.

Changyang couldn't hear clearly. The pressure caused by writing made her ears ringing. She stared at his lips, and it took a long time to finally realize what the other party said.

It took a long time for her to understand the meaning of this sentence.

Changyang instinctively looked inside the Ling Mansion. The golden spiritual sea had long been frozen, without any waves. The lost spiritual sea was pouring in, the golden elixir was suspended on the sea surface, and the golden light all over his body was covered by ice and frost.

She looked at the golden elixir for a long time, and finally became absorbed in the elixir, and her thoughts were flowing.

After an unknown amount of time, the frost on the surface of the golden elixir suddenly cracked, and it spun very slowly, so slowly that it was almost impossible to see it moving.

But... Changyang noticed it.

As soon as the golden elixir moved, the meridians seemed to feel a faint warmth.

The coldness brought by the surrounding cold array became the thing that sharpened her golden elixir.

The frost froze one layer and shattered the other, finally unable to withstand the increasing speed of the golden elixir.

Changyang couldn't tell the speed of time in the outside world. She concentrated on the Lingfu Golden Pill and used all her strength to drive it to rotate.

When the golden elixir was finally able to rotate completely, the biting cold gradually faded away, and although the body was cold, it was no longer extremely stiff.

She opened her eyes, and the frost and snow on her eyelashes melted away, quietly dripping onto the paper.

Changyang looked to the right subconsciously. She didn't understand why the other party wanted to help her.

The desk in front of Fu Zhaowei has long been put away. He is sitting in the center of the blazing formation with his eyes closed and practicing with a calm expression. The cold air and blazing fire underneath are resisting, almost forcing them back.

Chang Yang stared at the weak strength of Chi Zhen, thinking that he could not make Han Zhen give in.

The doubts in his heart suddenly turned into a strong desire for strength.

Fu Zhaowei noticed the almost burning gaze, raised his eyes, and met the intense look in her eyes.

Chang Yang suddenly asked: "I'm twenty, how old are you?"

This question was incomprehensible, so after a moment, Fu Zhaowei replied: "...twenty."

Chang Yang asked again: "They said you were born with a golden elixir. What state are you in now?"

Changyang's cultivation level is lower than him and cannot see through his exact realm.

After Fu Zhaowei joined Nandou Zhai, his cultivation level suppressed the late Nascent Soul to ensure the balance between the two factions.

He smoothed the folds of his sleeves with his fingertips: "On top of Nascent Soul."

Chang Yang stared at the young man opposite him who was gradually reconnecting with the dream, and said word by word: "One day, I will catch up with you."

She didn't want to be restricted by others, let alone being pointed at her vital points like in her dream.

Fu Zhaowei had heard similar words many times, and then gradually disappeared as he distanced himself from other people.

However, the female cultivator opposite spoke straightforwardly and had no concealment of ambition. Her whole person was like a burning fire, burning and piercing.

Fu Zhaowei was startled, lowered his eyes to remove the emotion, and did not make a sound this time.

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