Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 218: Write the true meaning, the fantasy heart condenses (Added update for the leader of the "Returning Team Zhuang Dingjia")
The moonlight spreads over the broken mountains and rocks, and the vegetation is sparse for hundreds of miles, showing the decay and desolation.

My spiritual energy was thin, and I saw a steep mountain towering into the sky in the distance.

Hearing the voice transmission from fellow Taoist Xu briefly describing what he saw and heard, Rabbit was filled with emotion and said: "I think back then, Qingli Mountain was known as a small fairyland within a thousand miles radius. It was a blessed place for human cultivation, but those crazy people ruined the lower world into a state of disgrace. The world is gone, leaving a mess behind. I will draw a circle and curse them to never be able to survive the tribulation, never to be reincarnated, and never to be reincarnated.”

Xu Yuanchang's mouth curled up with a hint of sarcasm. This curse was a bit cruel.

In the legend, the evil done by the blackmail beast is even worse.

If the rabbit cursed himself, he would be a ruthless character.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, people in the world have always had misunderstandings and prejudices against me. There is an old saying that 'the classics are written by the victors.' They poured dirty water on me. I only do things with a clear conscience. Whether you believe it or not, I won't do it. Any explanation.”

Rabbit seemed to have guessed what Fellow Daoist Xu was thinking and pointed it out directly.

Xu Yuanchang was noncommittal. He gave the wrong name but not the wrong nickname.

Are blackmailers trustworthy? hehe.

From a distance, it looks like a barren mountain with few trees. Only when you walk into the mountain gate do you know that there is a cave inside.

The rabbit in the ring space was rolling with laughter, looking very ungrateful.

After listening to Xu Yuanchang's voice transmission, Rabbit immediately knew where it was.

"Thank you, Mr. Kou."

Rabbit heard clearly, and asked Xu Yuanchang a few questions about the current situation of the mountain he was seeing, and said: "It won't last long. For the sake of a half-ruined mountain, the mountain gods of all generations were confined here, but it delayed their practice. After so many years, they have not yet Look away?" Finally, he gave a final comment: "It's excusable, but it's stupid."

Only then did Xu Yuanchang realize that it was the old gentleman who recommended him because he had nothing to do.

"Yu Daoyou came here several years before Mr. Kou. When she talked about you, she said that your handwriting was dull and boring, but you had unique insights and good conversation, and you could see the truth in the trivial matters of life."

Rabbit also took great pains to escape from the ring space. He tried all kinds of methods, whether positive, negative, loyal, or treacherous, trying to find a breakthrough from him.

That rabbit looked like a rabbit in spring. It looked like something was wrong with it, and it tried its best to encourage Xu Yuanchang to show his shame.

"Your Majesty, you have guests."

Xu Yuanchang's eyesight was extraordinary, and under the hazy moonlight, he suddenly saw an upright character "Fan" high up. He certainly recognized Mr. Kou's handwriting and the spirit contained in it.

"Guanmo Cliff was a magic weapon of "Principal Way" created by a sour scholar who had nothing to do and spent several years helping Qingli Mountain to create it. Don't be a coward. Aren't you good at writing "phantom"? Take it out. With true ability, winning the heart of Fairy Wu Yao depends on this... No, if you have something good, don’t give it up.”

"Wow, I saw an alien Jingmei sister... What's your name? My name is Han Ying."

She moved her steps lightly and called for the two of them to follow her into the ancient archway gate in the south. She said: "Since Qingli Mountain was destroyed, the mountain gods of all generations have tried their best to stabilize the roots of the mountain and prevent the foundation of the ancestral mountain from being destroyed. They dare not stay away during the day. , only at night do I have time to go out and receive visitors.”

Xu Yuanchang sniffed the elegant fragrance coming from the green quinoa mountain god a few feet away, and he already understood in his heart that the invited guest was actually him, and Xianfeng was the one accompanying him.

Then I thought about it, Mr. Kou has spent more than a hundred years reading a lot of books, so it seems not surprising that he knows the secrets of this place.

"My name is Wanxiang, and I'll give you a jade jasmine."

He doesn't follow this routine and takes his time.

As far as the eye can see, there are dots of lanterns, winding up the mountain, dense ancient trees, and exotic flowers and grasses everywhere.

Qingli Mountain God saw Xu Yuanchang staring at it and said: "Kou Daoyou's handwriting of "Fan" is excellent. He specifically said that your "Fantasy" handwriting is arbitrary and changeable, with unique ideas. He is far inferior to him."

As the giant tiger flew close to the mountain, Xu Yuanchang saw that only half of the steep mountain was split by some magical weapon. The gray-white rock facing the east side was exposed and devastated. Under the moonlight, little spots of light danced and shimmered.

Enthusiastic flower demons and fairies chattered around Liu Xianfeng, and presented all kinds of exotic flowers, branches and leaves to Liu Xianfeng.

Another acquaintance, Yu Fengwu has been here before.

Isn't being a guest just for fun?
She has completely believed in the goodwill of the female mountain god, otherwise she would not have so many sisters attached to her.

The surprised Liu Xianfeng was overwhelmed, and with the nod of permission from the Qingli Mountain God, Liu Xianfeng transformed into a small one and left the young master to accompany her guests. She went to play with many sisters.

There is a steep stone wall hundreds of feet wide, covered with various writings.

"Haha, the drunkard's intention is not to drink. You are blessed with beauty. You should perform well and win the favor of the Qingli Mountain God. The Qingli lineage has always had a tradition of borrowing seeds. Otherwise, how can they continue to descend?"

Qingli Mountain God signaled Xu Yuanchang to fly up and observe, and explained softly: "I can be praised by the calligrapher monks for his good calligraphy and unique ideas, but Yu Jianxiu belittles his calligraphy for being ugly, dull and boring, which is a completely different evaluation, so I paid attention. I would like to see your calligraphy work, Daoist Brother Xu, and if you have the chance to be your guest today, please don’t refuse and leave your masterpieces on the stone wall.”

It was written with great momentum, and the sword at the end seemed to cut through the stone wall.

The biggest liar in the world is to deceive himself.

Qingli Mountain God did not go up the mountain, but wandered towards the quiet fork in the west, passing through several miles of winding corridors.

Glancing around, he was attracted by a huge word "sword" among the dense calligraphy inscriptions.

Xu Yuanchang raised a middle finger of contempt for the rabbit in his heart. He wanted to see what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of Qinggui Mountain God, and invited him as a guest in a roundabout way.

Using the beast of error as a stone, you should sharpen your mind.

As for the young master, he can accompany his master to talk or play.

The Qingli Mountain God dropped from the giant tiger's back to the ground at the foot of the mountain and waved the giant tiger away.

There were seven or eight flower demons and little spirits flying around, haunting the flowers and trees.

I didn't expect Mr. Kou to find this place.

Rabbit shouted: "Let's take a look at the inscriptions of other masters first. Don't show off your shame in a hurry. Chat more with the fairy."

Xu Yuanchang did not comment on this. As he walked into the mountain gate, he felt a fresh and spiritual energy hit his face.

The pavilions and pavilions undulate along the mountain, hidden among the trees, and are full of ancient charm.

Xu Yuanchang deliberately did not follow the color rabbit's wishes, so as not to follow the rabbit's rhythm step by step.

He did not shirk, but with a few words of humility, two young maids carrying ink and pens came from the forest. Look at their eyes and ears, they were transformed by fox demons and rat demons.

Choosing a large brush, his eyes became blurred, as if he was wandering around.

Adjusting to a state of calmness and calmness, he had finished brewing, soaked in thick ink, and flew up. In the space slightly below the right side of the word "Fan" written by Mr. Kou, he wrote a misty "phantom" like a mist with a stroke of brush. Character.

Writing is also a unique practice.

The moment the artistic conception integrated into the words is presented, it can promote the understanding of the past and learn new things.

The Qingli Mountain God, who was flying not far away from me, was filled with admiration: "It's unique, like an illusion, like a dream, what a good word!"

The more artistic conception calligraphy treasures left behind by this Guanmo Cliff, the greater the role it will play. If the writing is not pleasing to the eye, the ink marks will not be preserved on the stone wall. It is precisely because of the existence of the Guanmo Cliff in the back mountain that half of the wall can be covered with green ink. Quinoa Mountain has sustained itself for thousands of years.

"Show your ugliness and praise!"

Xu Yuanchang replied humbly.

The God of Qingli Mountain invited Xu Yuanchang to observe the original calligraphy works of other monks at Guanmo Cliff. At midnight, she came to invite Xu Yuanchang to the palace on the mountainside as a guest. She was eager to refine the artistic conception of the words into the stone wall.

The monks who can write the true meaning are becoming increasingly rare in the world.

It has nothing to do with the level of cultivation. The words written by many Wuzhonglou monks do not contain special artistic conception, just like a teapot cannot pour dumplings. If the strength is not in this aspect, it does not mean that the level is not good.

After the Qingli Mountain God and the maid left, Xu Yuanchang flew back in the air to a distance, squinting his eyes and browsing a unique handwriting. Most of them were one or two characters on the stone wall, and rarely more than seven characters. Rabbit kept chattering: "Fellow Daoist Xu, you are too wary. We are our own people. Will I harm you?"

"You only have one chance to write in each realm. Such a great opportunity was wasted by you."

"You don't have enough cultivation. It will be extremely difficult for you to enter the mountain next time. You have a relationship with Dora, the God of Qingli Mountain. If I teach you how to do it, you will definitely get the chance to enter the mountain next time. Alas, don't listen to the old man's words."

The rabbit beat its chest and feet exaggeratedly, as if Mr. Xu was a heinous villain.

Xu Yuanchang ignored Rabbit's hard performance and looked at a light-colored "phantom" character written in insect script. At first glance, it looked like a "heart" shape, but upon closer inspection, it looked unpredictable.

His heart was shaking wildly, and he asked the phantom character of his life on the altar to ripple with it, causing a resonance reaction.

He found the artistic conception calligraphy treasure of his senior illusion master at Guanmo Cliff, which made him extremely happy.

"Please shut up!"

Xu Yuanchang shouted mercilessly.

The space suddenly became quiet, and the rabbit muttered and cursed silently, not daring to make any sound.

People have to bow their heads under the eaves, and they are testing each other. So far, the rabbit who has compromised has not taken any advantage.

But being able to make some nonsense suggestions can be considered an improvement.

The road is long and long, and we have to go up and down.

Xu Yuan stared at the word "phantom" for a long time without moving, with occasional flashes of light on his body.

The moon is at the top of the sky, at midnight.

The Qingli Mountain God appeared at Guanmo Cliff. She had already refined the artistic conception of the word "Huan" written in the young Taoist priest's handwriting into the stone wall. Seeing this scene, she did not disturb her and quietly disappeared.

At dawn, Liu Xianfeng came to the back mountain accompanied by two little flower demons, and saw the young master floating in the air, staring at an empty stone wall in a daze, with mist lingering on his body, and his breath was slow and fast.

She realized that the young master had some thoughts, so she left him alone and played wildly with her new sisters and tasted the nectar of flowers.

I was so happy that I almost forgot about Sister Caiqin and the two little guys who were looking at me.

"Auntie, when will Daochang Xu and Aunt Liu come back? It's already the third day. Why don't you send a summons to remind me? I think Aunt Liu is playful and dragging Daochang Xu to play in Qingli Mountain for a few more days. , leaving us drinking the northwest wind in the wild."

Mengyi said boredly.

Her aunt didn't allow her to run out of a hundred feet away, so she waited stupidly on the short mountain.

The trap she laid has not caught even a rabbit so far.

"There's no rush. Director Xu may have been delayed by something. If you work harder and practice the light body technique, we can increase our speed on the road ahead and catch up with the time wasted in the front."

Meng Caiqin warned.

Suddenly, she looked slightly stunned and saw Liu Xianfeng sneaking out of the small tree behind Meng Yiyi.

Liu Xianfeng put her right index finger to her mouth, made a silent gesture towards Meng Caiqin and Zeng Shanlang who saw her, and then patted Meng Yiyi lightly.

"Ah...Aunt Liu, how good are you?"

Meng Yi screamed and jumped up, only to see who appeared behind her unnoticed. She excitedly rushed towards Liu Xianfeng, but was bribed by a bright garland that Liu Xianfeng took out and put it on. Show off your stinking beauty on your head.

Xu Yuanchang flew in from the north and apologized repeatedly, but did not say that it was his short retreat that wasted time.

The illusion technique he comprehended inadvertently coincided with that of the senior who had an inscription on the stone wall. In just three days of retreat, he gained a lot and had already condensed the prototype of his own "illusion heart".

This is an incredible achievement.

"Illusion" comes from the heart. If they have the foundation of "heart", they have taken an important step.

In the words of Rabbit: "Just bad luck."

Xu Yuanchang doesn't think so. He is the inevitable result of years of hard work and step by step understanding.

After leaving the customs today, he asked the Qingli Mountain God why the ink-colored "phantom" character on the stone wall was inscribed on it?
After searching the records, Qingli Mountain God told him that it was a master named "Meng Lang" who wrote the inscription three thousand years ago.

Xu Yuanchang suddenly understood that the "Illusion Spell of Sowing Beans to Create Soldiers" and "On the Illusion of Yunshan" that Yu Fengwu had given him were the works of Master Meng Lang, and the fragments of Master Meng Lang's expositions recorded by his later disciples.

He has long been associated with Master Meng Lang.

No wonder he was able to gain so much benefit from the word "phantom" after thousands of years.

It was inconvenient for Qingli Mountain God to invite them to a banquet during the day, so he wanted to keep him and Xianfeng until night, but he declined politely on the grounds that he had to rush. However, he did not politely accept a cup of "green mash" and a few cups of "green mash" per person presented by Qingli Mountain God. Such a gift.

Rabbit cursed endlessly: "You are stingy, can't you give me an extra cup of green mash to give me a taste?"

Xu Yuanchang took out a jar of monkey wine and blocked the rabbit's mouth.

It is not advisable to take green mash liquid while on the road, so as not to waste the medicinal power.

I heard Senior Chang once say that the so-called ascetic path was actually a process in that era that allowed younger generations to travel through the endless mountains, come up with ideas to gain the respect of various senior masters and gods, and obtain opportunities and rewards. This process gradually evolved into the custom of the entire Dingzhou. experience.

Although the Infinite Mountain Territory has been broken into pieces, the custom of painstaking journey has been maintained.

The monks chosen by more than ten dynasties in Dingzhou to walk the path of painstaking efforts. Even the dynasties close to the Holy Land of Xiyuan, such as the Shanyang Kingdom, have to return to the other side of the Infinite Mountains and follow the route again. No one can take advantage of the rules. It's cheaper, but the distance is longer.

The group continued to set off.

Liu Xianfeng played with the nine-hole jade xun given to her by the Qingli Mountain God, and played a weird sound like killing a pig, which attracted Meng Yiyi to laugh at her face. The little girl wanted to try blowing it, but Liu Xianfeng refused no matter what. .

She was flying in the air, out of reach even if the little girl jumped.

The unpleasant sound of playing tortured everyone's ears.

Xu Yuanchang and Meng Caiqin did not stop Xiao Shumei from causing mischief, because they found that the demonic beasts shunned them like moths flying into the flames and never launched suicidal attacks, which saved them a lot of trouble.

Liu Xianfeng became more and more proud of playing the xun. After a few days, she actually figured out the correct way to play it.

Gradually, he was able to produce unique ancient and clumsy music.

At the end of the month, a heavy snowfall came unexpectedly.

The weather is cold and the ground is freezing, making it difficult to travel.

After more than two months of hard work, Meng Yiyi and Zeng Shanlang have made rapid progress in their cultivation. They can walk on the snow without leaving a trace and will not delay their trip due to heavy snowfall.

As they approached the western outskirts of the Infinite Mountain Territory, a monk secretly stared at their group.

Liu Xianfeng had stopped playing the xun long ago. She hid in the bamboo box behind the young master and played with other things.

Xu Yuanchang also received a belated summons from Elder Mei, telling him that the wrangling case was over, and those who deserved heavy punishments had been punished heavily. The matter was settled, and the spoils harvested would be converted into spiritual coins and distributed after they returned to Daning.

That's good news.

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(End of this chapter)