Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 199 Illusion is like a dream, establishing oneself is fundamental

Xu Yuanchang saw that Mr. Kou's aura had returned to normal, and even his appearance had not changed much.

He had some doubts about the identity of the old man. Could it be that he was like Taoist Master Yanshan, a master in the world who had hidden his secrets for many years?

But the master is too worthless, so just let him meet two of them casually?

Mr. Kou was in a good mood. He was different from his usual old-fashioned way. He seemed to have seen through the other party's doubts and said with a smile: "I like the knowledge of documents, so I consult and argue with my predecessors in the pile of papers. I can't stand the noise and chaos of the outside world. I am not an expert." I'm sorry, Genchang, you helped me, but you can't lend out the books on the shelf."

Xu Yuanchang laughed, "I am satisfied if I can have a book to read."

He spread a piece of rice paper on the desk, stretched out his hand and said, "Please, Mr. Kou, give the students some calligraphy treasures with 'phantom' characters, so that the students can study them from time to time."

Mr. Kou did not hesitate, picked up the brush again, and wrote more than 20 "phantom" characters in different fonts, Chongshu Yunzhuan, Jinwenyu characters, and today's Tongwen, all involving them.

Some are complex and picturesque, some are bold and soaring to the sky, and some are as beautiful as flowers.

Different shapes and varied styles.

It is very different from the old gentleman's rigid and rigorous attitude in the past.

"Yuanchang, you don't need to follow my breakthrough method. This technique is very clumsy and wastes time. I advise you to think about the different ways of writing the word 'phantom' yourself. 'Putting meaning first, not sticking to one pattern' is suitable for your temperament."

It is rare for Mr. Kou to give advice beyond knowledge.

Writing also requires talent, and this student's talent is not exactly in writing.

No matter how much time and energy is spent on writing, it is still difficult to realize the essence of the "calligrapher"'s ability to communicate with the world at the tip of his pen.

Xu Yuanchang clasped his fists to learn the lesson, put away the calligraphy written by the old gentleman, read the book for an hour after cleaning his hands, and then said goodbye and returned to Bailin Valley. He knew that he was better because of his quick brain, but his poor touch.

Then "put meaning first" and think about how to write the word "phantom" in an eclectic way.

Maybe he can gain some insights without delaying his normal daily practice.

Taking out the old man's calligraphy treasure, Xu Yuanchang compared it and copied it one by one. It didn't matter whether it looked like it or not. He just learned from its appearance and knotted the characters. Then he selected one of the "phantom" characters in the text and carefully copied it on three pieces of rice paper.

Later in the writing, the more he looked at it, the more it seemed to him that it didn't look like the word "phantom" and it felt very strange.

He cultivates his mind and nature every day, makes secrets on mountains, and teaches Zeng Shanlang how to read and practice martial arts. He writes and draws by himself, grows vegetables and appreciates flowers, reads and drinks tea leisurely, and is not obsessed with spells, throwing knives, making talismans and other skills. practice.

In the blink of an eye, autumn turns to spring, and hundreds of flowers bloom.

Xueli, who had gained weight again, climbed onto the table in the tree pavilion and admired the young master's literary grace while writing.

The word "phantom" written in a ghostly talisman was written on his forehead.

It was rather proud of itself, carrying the phantom words and showing off everywhere it had ink on its forehead.

Then Xiao Shumei pulled Yuan Bao closer, laughing and joking, with "Huan" written on her forehead.

Liu Xianfeng also captured Zeng Shanlang, who had a much longer and stronger body, and the rain and dew were all rewarded with an ink character.

Neatly arranged to form a unique scenery.

Xu Yuanchang saw different smiles on the faces of charms, monsters, humans and insects, and felt the happiness they shared because they had the word "phantom". He was vaguely touched and wrote down different magic words on the paper with a pen. .

By sunset, he roughly understood.

"Illusion" can tolerate differences, and "illusion" can change endlessly.

He decided to seize the point of "tolerance" and dig deeper, using the natal fantasy character as the foundation to build the framework of illusion. This would be the first step for him to understand the "illusion heart". Even if it takes time, he has found it. the right way.

What Lady Cang taught him back then was missing key lines. He learned a lot, but it was scattered and incoherent.

Clean tools and pick up ink papers that are scattered everywhere.

Xu Yuanchang walked out of the pavilion and looked up towards the north hillside.

Gouwa carried two jars of wine and ran like flying down the rugged mountain road, followed by his elder brother who kept nagging and shouting, "Be careful, don't rush on the mountain road."

"Uncle, I have made a new wine today, please taste it. I prepared it with the koji ingredients, and Master Mao controlled the temperature."

"Oh, you must drink two cups of the new wine made by Sheng Hou."

Xu Yuanchang stood still and said a few words to Gou Wa. He waited until the elder brother came down and then walked into the yard together.

He took the two packs of cooked food brought by his eldest brother to the kitchen and cut them on plates. He asked Zeng Shanlang to bring out the prepared meals and sit down to eat together. He took a sip of clear wine and praised: "It's worthy of being used." Brewed using a secret method, it is mellow and fragrant, and is smooth in the mouth. It can be sold as the signature specialty wine of Xu Ji Home Brewing.”

After being praised and approved by the third uncle, Gouwa was so happy that he grinned and giggled.

The shop has been open for half a year, and it finally no longer needs to sell ordinary drinks, so it can differentiate itself from other wine shops.

Dazhu had already tasted the new wine, so he took another sip and squinted his eyes to taste it.

Unexpectedly, the careless elder did it. He had been drinking wine for decades, and he could taste the good and bad wine in his mouth. He was full of pride in his heart and said with a smile: "Third brother, I have to trouble you to get the new wine." A great wine name.”

"Sheng Hou is the shopkeeper of the wine shop, let him take it."

"How can he get a good name if he doesn't have two liang of ink in his belly? Why don't you ask your godly friend to pick one?"

"Forget it, don't bother others, 'a pot and a half of jade liquid can eliminate all worries', just call it 'yuye wine'."

Xu Yuanchang casually chose a wine name that became quite popular in later generations.

Dazhu and Gouwa cheered repeatedly.

They feel very fairy-like and very different.

In the days that followed, Xu Yuanchang spent two hours every day writing and drawing, studying and thinking about the tolerance of fantasy. He often took out the calligraphy painting written by Mr. Kou and looked at it. He also spent another hour visualizing the "birth" on the altar. "Fantasy" word.

One day, he had a sudden idea and wrote the "phantom" characters very large, and drew simple shapes of trees in the empty space in the middle.

From then on, it was out of control, and different things were added to each magic word, such as fire, twisted and burning fire, overlapping fire, waves and sea of ​​fire, etc.

How much paper and ink are wasted.

He created many unique magic words that are as complicated and weird as runes.

In autumn, Xu Yuanchang took Liu Xianfeng, Zeng Shanlang and the three-legged Yuanbao on a long journey.

Or take a carriage or walk to measure.

Traveling a thousand miles is better than reading a thousand books.

Tseng Shanlang was taught to see the customs and customs of different places, and to broaden his mind and knowledge. Whenever he went to a common place of interest, he would stay for a few days, travel around the mountains and rivers, listen to the wind and appreciate the autumn, explore the secrets, and enjoy special food.

Xu Yuanchang has stopped writing magic words on the paper.

For two hours every day, he uses his spiritual imagination to describe his original fantasy characters.

“Put intention first, not stick to one pattern”.

What he looked at was the scenery, and he was often distracted. Standing at a high place, his robes fluttering in the wind became a different kind of scenery.

The furthest we set foot was in the north of Fushan County, and when we came back in a circle, it was already early winter.

Xu Yuanchang, who vigorously tried various methods to break through the situation, was still walking on the way to break through the situation, not knowing when he would be able to climb the building.

Liu Xianfeng had only been back for a few days when he suddenly realized something and stayed in seclusion in Hongliu Boudoir.

From then on, Yuan Bao lay down in a nearby rock cave every day, and the guardian watched over him and didn't move much. Xu Yuanchang guessed that the red willow trees scattered in the countryside were worshiped by villagers with incense, and the long flow of water helped Liu Xianfeng accumulate enough energy, which provided a boost to Liu Xianfeng who was not very focused on practicing.

He is happy to see the success of this, Bailin Valley is about to walk out of the first three-story building.

After entering Jiuhuan Palace, I asked two seniors for advice. Neither of them were good at medical skills and could not cure Yuanbao's broken limbs.

He went to the city to take on several missions in a row. Although they were tedious and time-consuming, he gained a lot and was busy until the end of the year.

To his joy, Zeng Shanlang finally found the sense of Qi after nearly a year of practice.
He helped Zeng Shanlang make a detailed training time plan again, and taught Zeng Shanlang not only to practice calligraphy and reading, but also to practice simple house-holding talismans. He worked hard like an apprentice, but he did not accept apprentices at the moment.

On the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, an acquaintance whom he had not seen for a long time came to Bailin Valley.

An Ciyu was dressed in simple and elegant white clothes, her smile was as bright as before, her appearance was even better than before, and her whole person seemed to be flowing with invisible brilliance. It was the vitality that the newly promoted third-story building could not completely restrain. She greeted Xu Yuanchang who was greeted at the mountain gate.

"Congratulations to fellow Taoist who entered Taoism with the talisman and ascended to the third level of the building."

"Thanks to Mr. Xu Daoyou for waking up the dreamer with his words, so that I can achieve what I have today."

"You're welcome. It's a Taoist friend who has a deep connection and has overcome the difficulties and walked out on his own."

Xu Yuanchang extended his hand and asked An Ciyu to fly to the tree pavilion in the middle of the mountain to entertain the guests with tea and chat and reminisce about the past. He always believed that having more friends would make life easier, and he would only make friends with comrades who share some common ground.

An Ciyu was filled with emotion and said: "For many years, I have been trapped in the small land of the Jade Garden. I have been faced with complicated business every day, which has wasted my time and energy. It is just because I do not want to follow the wishes of some people in the family, marry into other families, and work for them." Striving for resource benefits is ridiculous. I wanted to recruit talents for the family to make up for my mistakes. "

Xu Yuanchang smiled and said: "Now that you are proud and proud, are those people using a different look to flatter you?"

"Yes, the elders and peers who despised me the most back then seemed to have forgotten to add insult to injury and tried to fawn over me. But the patriarch of the family listened to someone's advice and enlightened me to have a 'structure' of three stories high. It said 'family blood, broken bones and connected tendons', so I ran out to relax and didn't want to see the ugly faces of those people."

An Ciyu had a hint of sarcasm on her lips, venting her grievances.

Day after day, the coldness of seeing through the world has penetrated into her bones, and it is rare that she can be as happy and angry as she is today.

Xu Yuanchang raised a cup to invite tea, and when the expression on the other side returned to calmness, he said: "Family is both a support and a constraint. What are your plans in the future? The resources needed by the monks in Sanzhonglou are not easy to obtain. If nothing else, just customization can be done easily. I don’t know how many years it will take to accumulate the magic weapon by one’s own efforts.”

An Ciyu glanced at the Taoist priest who was as incomprehensible as a piece of wood, and said: "I don't want to go back to the family. I can't deal with those people ruthlessly, and I don't want to get too involved with the family. If I owe too much, I can't leave. That's the end of it." Okay, I’ll take a walk around Daning first, and then I’ll find a sect far away from Qingping County to join.”

When Xu Yuanchang saw that the woman had stated that she did not want to join the sect in Qingping County, he stopped fussing and recommended Yuruguan.

Respect other people's fate and talk about something else.

After sitting there until the afternoon, after drinking two pots of tea, An Ciyu said goodbye and went north.

She would rather give up the magic weapon, secret method and abundant resource supply promised by her family, and go alone to explore the world that is unfamiliar to her.

She has to make her own way, and she believes she can do it.

After the New Year, spring comes and flowers bloom.

Xu Yuanchang received a summons from Mr. Kou unexpectedly and hurried to a remote old courtyard in the academy.

Kou Xueqian hasn't changed much, he still has the same old-fashioned face and the same old-fashioned clothes as before.

He looked at the young Taoist priest who walked into the courtyard and nodded with a smile: "There is a calmness lingering around you, and your eyes seem to be light and empty. It seems that you have figured out a unique way to write phantom characters, and you have found a way to break through the realm. Can you write a few words that will make me happy?" Open your eyes?”

Xu Yuanchang followed the old gentleman into the study room, dismissed the illusions and disillusionments in his mind, laughed, and said: "Students are showing their shame, please correct me, Mr. Kou!"

He and the old gentleman were not very humble and polite, and they were used to being straightforward.

I laid out rice paper, dipped my pen in ink, and immersed myself in my mind. I wrote an ancient and dense "phantom" with vigorous strokes. Then I wrote another phantom with flames in the form of insect script. Finally, I wrote another ethereal fantasy. Write earthy fantasy as thick as a mountain.

After writing a total of four words, it took him a lot of energy, and there was a slight sweat on his forehead.

"Good words, good mood!"

Kou Xueqian was filled with admiration. Xu Yuanchang's calligraphy was still not satisfactory to him, but it was better because of its novelty and harmoniousness.

Young people are not constrained by frameworks, they can be unconstrained, dare to think what their predecessors did not think, and create a branch based on characters, which is all-encompassing.

His writing knowledge is profound, and he has derived many word-formation changes in his mind, which have endless magical uses.

Taking the brush and laying out a new piece of rice paper, Kou Xueqian wrote an illusive character like a dragon that has its head but not its tail.

Seeing this made Xu Yuanchang's heart tremble and his eyes light up. This feeling was very satisfying to him.

"'Illusion is like a dream'. The illusion of being in the mundane world comes from your heart. You don't have to be attached to it. It is inevitable to be confused by illusion when practicing the 'illusion' way. You have to let it go occasionally and take yourself as the foundation."

Kou Xueqian explained a few words and gave this calligraphy treasure to Xu Yuanchang.

Xu Yuanchang accepted the gift and his eyes regained clarity. He still had a long way to go before he could explore and try, and said, "When will Mr. Kou set off? Where will he be promoted to in the future?"

Kou Xueqian put away the four phantom words written by the student and said: "You don't need to make a special trip to say goodbye. I have already resigned from the academy. I may leave in the evening. From now on, my schedule will be uncertain and I will visit Dingzhou for more than ten years." During the dynasty, he sought out distinguished people and studied ancient Chinese calligraphy."

Xu Yuanchang bowed and saluted.

Everyone has to leave one by one, Qingping County is still too small.

Kou Xueqian helped the nominal student up and said: "You have almost finished reading the books in the room, so I won't give you any space. I will give most of my belongings to the academy and leave them in the innermost room of the library. You can go and read if you want." . Farewell is imminent, and I give you a jade pendant carved from tranquil stone."

Xu Yuanchang took the gift from the elder with both hands, and the front of the green jade pendant was engraved with light floating clouds.

The reverse has the inscription "Eternal History" which includes his name.

The old gentleman has high hopes for him.

After coming out of the academy, Xu Yuanchang looked a little confused. He was now on the verge of seeking a breakthrough. He easily felt spring and autumn. He drifted with the crowds on the street and visited many places, but he had no impression.

In the evening, I returned to the courtyard of my residence in Bailin Valley and spent the night meditating and adjusting my breath.

It is not easy to finally pull yourself out of the illusion of "obstacles of knowledge and vision" and cultivate the illusion without falling.

I walked out of the courtyard feeling refreshed, the morning sun was shining slantingly, the morning mist was misty, and the valley was filled with spring flowers.

Xu Yuan took a long breath of fresh air and felt that there was nothing better in the world than this. Looking at the three-legged old yellow dog that was shaking its head and wagging its tail at him, it was also somewhat pretty.

Ugh, that's not right.

"Xianfeng, you are naughty again, why don't you show your true colors?"

Xu Yuanchang did not go looking for the hidden little tree charm. The appearance of the yellow dog made him realize that Liu Xianfeng was out of seclusion.

Liu Xianfeng, who wanted to scare the young master, failed to succeed. She showed her figure five feet away from the side and blamed the dog who came with her, "Yuanbao, please stop wagging your tail just now. The young master will definitely not notice it."

Xu Yuanchang looked at Liu Xianfeng, who seemed to be two years older, with an exquisite figure and a faint brilliance.

Her beauty is natural and breathtaking.

"Xianfeng, you can't go to town like this, it will cause chaos."

"Hehe, after a few days I will stabilize my cultivation, restrain my appearance, and change my appearance back to before. Then I can go play in the city with Yuanbao."

Liu Xianfeng had just made a breakthrough, and she couldn't wait to tell the young master the good news.

She has awakened another innate ability, and a single tree can make a forest.

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(End of this chapter)