Saint Immortal Way

When the bright moon was in the sky, a plaque had been hung in front of Lu Yang's residence, and on the plaque were written "Chunyang Residence" in three flamboyant characters.

This is the name Lu Yang chose for his Jing. After some management, Chunyang Residence has now become Lu Yang's work and rest place.

All the candlesticks were lit, and the whole study room was brightly lit. The light illuminated the stream outside the window, and the sound of the gurgling water added to the tranquility of the night. In the darkness farther away, the mountains and forests were peaceful, and occasionally the hooting of owls could be heard.

Lu Yang was sitting in front of the desk with a stack of white paper on it. In the inkstone beside him, the black ink mixed with the spirit of eternity was transparent and bright. When Lu Yang picked up a pen and touched the white paper, the spirit of eternity dissipated and appeared on the white inkstone. The paper condensed into hundreds of pea-sized printed characters.

"It's finally done. After a night of hard work, I finished writing a storybook!" Lu Yang picked up the last page and put it on a pile of drafts beside him. Word: "Heavenly match".

This is a storybook based on the pairing of seven fairies and Dong Yong's fairy tales. It has a total of [-] characters. In the market, this is considered a large tome. In order to distinguish it from the current storybook, Lu Yang called them Zhanghui style. novel.

Tian Xian Pei is a chapter novel.

Fortunately, Lu Yang has stepped into the holy way now, cultivated the spirit of eternity, and gradually developed his wisdom. Otherwise, he really wouldn't be able to write a novel of [-] words overnight.

With today's cultivation level, Lu Yang can easily create novels, especially in terms of writing, Lu Yang can almost fill a page at a time, about four to five hundred words, this is already the limit of Lu Yang's current cultivation level, no matter how much more , Lu Yang felt a little powerless.

After all, a person's spiritual power is limited, and Lu Yang can only control four to five hundred words for the time being. If Lu Cang is allowed to do it, it is estimated that with his cultivation base, he can evolve one hundred thousand words at once. The heart has a thousand words to do.

Lu Yang was a little tired, so he put away the manuscript of "Pairing of Immortals", and then returned to his bedroom to rest.

Early the next morning, Lu Yang took Lu Jianjia, who was dressed as a book boy, to the study hall.

"Come here, come here, that person is Lu Yang, the young genius of our Moling Mansion, known as the Little Poet Saint..." Outside the study hall, all the Confucian scholars looked at Lu Yang and talked a lot, and the eyes of most of them revealed that Envious light.

Li Mingyue, Gu Feng, and Yu Ming were also standing outside the corridor of the school with a group of classmates. When Lu Yang appeared, Gu Feng was a little disappointed and said: "Oh, my brother really became famous all over the world. It has spread throughout our Moling Mansion, and I heard that someone has already spread it to Yujing City, the capital of the gods. My father and my sister have been holding those manuscripts of poems these days without thinking about eating and drinking, and now they have memorized them fluently!"

Yu Ming also felt the same way: "Who says no? Let me tell you a top-secret news. At noon yesterday, my father had already obtained the approval of Her Royal Highness to publish my brother's poetry collection overnight, saying that it would be distributed to the whole world!"

Gu Feng and Li Mingyue were taken aback, Li Mingyue frowned and said: "It seems that Lu Xiongtai climbed up to Her Royal Highness, and it is a big tree! There will be a step up in the future!"

"Hehe, you're right, thanks to the foresight of our two brothers, we have established a relationship with my brother early on. In the future, my brother will be famous all over the world. After he has a great future, he will definitely not forget us!" Gu Feng and Yu Ming Smiled triumphantly.

"Hmph, the villain is successful!" Li Mingyue looked at Gu Feng and Yu Ming and snorted coldly.

With so many people pointing and pointing, Lu Yang felt the pressure of all the attention, he couldn't help shaking his head, Lu Jianjia was frightened a long time ago, she followed closely behind Lu Yang, her face pale and said: "Second brother, this is What's the matter, are these people talking about the second brother?"

"Of course, I didn't expect my reputation to spread. Hehe, these Confucian scholars are all envious of me, and they probably want to get acquainted with me!" Lu Yang smiled, a little worried about gains and losses.

"Brother, are you feeling better?" Gu Feng and Yu Ming have already greeted Lu Yang attentively, and they were able to talk to Lu Yang, which made many Confucian scholars envious. Gu Feng and Yu Ming also felt the eyes of many Confucian scholars. My heart is full of pride.

"Brother, I probably don't know about it yet. Everyone wants to see the handsome appearance of Yushu Linfeng! It's best for my brother to talk to everyone!" Yu Ming laughed.

"Low-key, low-key..." Lu Yang waved his hand, ignoring everyone's gaze, went straight into the study hall, found a seat and sat down.

Next to the desk, Li Mingyue and the book boy Guan Yan were already preparing for the morning class. Lu Jianjia was very clever and followed Guan Yan to prepare in a decent manner. First of all, he prepared the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Lu Yang smiled and said, "Brother Mingyue, how many days will it be good to see you?"

"Not too good!" Li Mingyue said lightly, still the one who didn't like talking with people.

Gu Feng and Yu Ming have already gathered around, smiling: "Brother, I heard that the princess has given you a lot of things, are you rich now?"

"Hehe, I have some spare money!" Lu Yang put the sword on his waist beside the desk, and placed it in a very comfortable mood.

Yu Ming leaned over and whispered: "Brother, I heard that you went to see Her Royal Highness yesterday? Hehe, my father told me that he has already started to publish the poems you wrote in Fengyi Tower, a collection of poems, not only It’s a collection of poems, and there’s also a storybook, I don’t remember the name, is there such a thing?”

"Hehe, Your Highness the Princess is acting resolutely!" Lu Yang was surprised, he really didn't expect Her Highness to act so fast, and it is estimated that someone will come to discuss with him about the share within today.

"It's good if there is such a thing, hehe, this time, my brother has helped my family a lot. You must know that my brother's reputation is known to everyone in Moling Mansion. If you look at the wine shops on Moling Mansion Street, there are no exceptions." Talking about the elder brother and His Royal Highness, the Fengyilou incident has been regarded as a good story, and even the storytellers in Fucheng have turned the elder brother's deeds into a storybook to make a living!" Yu Ming was very proud.

"That's why everyone loves you. I just got lucky and borrowed the influence of Her Royal Highness to make a name for myself!" Lu Yang laughed.

"That's not right, brother has real talent, at least in terms of poetic talent, our brother in Moling Mansion is the number one, even some great Confucians and masters can't write poems as well as his brother, so someone gave him a title, called Xiao Poet Saint, hehe, this is an affirmation of brother, which shows how much people like the poems written by brother!"

At this time, Guo Cheng, an older handsome boy, came in with a book boy. He saw that Lu Yang had already come to the study hall, and immediately trot up with a smile: "I said Lu Xiandi, I didn't expect you to come today. I heard that You hurt your spirits writing poems in Fengyi Tower, are you okay now?"

"Thank you, Brother Guo, for your concern. I'm fine now. Hehe, you may not know that I worked my ass off that day. Afterwards, I closed my five senses and slept for four days and four nights. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to wake up this morning." Come to Shutang!" Lu Yang talked about the situation that day, he couldn't help but feel a little scared, and at the same time he couldn't help admiring his toughness.

"That's good, we've heard about Brother Xian, here... look, the handwritten poems that my book boy holds in his hand are all written by you, Brother Lu's masterpiece, Brother Yu, have all read it, hehe, Xian My brother is a great talent, sooner or later the poem will be spread to Kyushu, and our Moling Mansion will also be famous by then!" Guo Cheng laughed.

Guo Cheng's book boy blushed with excitement in front of Lu Yang. He put down all the things in his arms and handed over a few blank papers. There were many poems written on the blank papers, and they were all poems written by Lu Yang.

"Mr. Lu, the Moling Mansion has been copying your poems these days. The price of white paper in our Moling Mansion and the Academy has increased by [-]%. Those bookstores and studies that make white paper are really happy!"

"Hey, brother, there is still such a day, and you can make Moling paper expensive?" Lu Yang was slightly surprised, and he was not without complacency. It is really not easy to make Moling paper expensive.

"Dangdangdang..."

The bell for the morning class rang, and the schoolboys walked out of the school quickly. Lu Jianjia followed the other schoolboys to the corridor outside the schoolroom. She leaned over to peek at the schoolroom, and she also wanted to stop the lectures of the Confucian teachers.

The morning class is still the same as before, the first is to nourish the spirit, Lu Yang, as always, only writes four words, and is aboveboard!This is to cultivate an upright mind.

Then there was meditation, and then there was the etiquette class. At noon, Lu Yang took Lu Jianjia, Gu Feng, and Yu Ming to dinner.

In the afternoon, a middle-aged Confucian teacher walked into the hall, holding a gentleman's sword in his hand.

"What class do you want to take?" Lu Yang was surprised, and turned to ask Li Mingyue, thinking that this Confucian teacher also holds a sword in class. Could it be that he wants the students to learn swords?

"Look for yourself!" Li Mingyue handed over a class schedule, and Lu Yang took it and looked at it carefully. It turned out that this afternoon was a swordsmanship class.

Among the rites and music she Yushu, the art of shooting is the skill of killing and cutting, including bow, sword, fan, piano and ruler, which can kill the enemy and win the victory.

"Shouldn't you learn swordsmanship outdoors? How do you practice swordsmanship in the school?" Lu Yang whispered to Li Mingyue.

"Pedantry, do you think we are those warriors who are big and rough? We are scholars. The first level of swordsmanship only needs to be cleansed and condensed. There is no need to learn some martial arts moves!" Li Mingyue rolled her eyes and said for Lu Yang. I am ashamed of my ignorance.

"So that's how it is!" Lu Yang chuckled, and blamed himself for not inquiring clearly, and he was a "transfer student". Compared with other students, he had already practiced a round of six arts, but he was the only one whose eyes were darkened.

"Today is the swordsmanship class, we still follow the procedure, wash the sword first!" the Confucian master said leisurely.

"Yes..." The Confucian scholars agreed in unison, obediently took out their swords and began to wash their swords.Lu Yang turned his head to observe, and Li Mingyue took out a gentleman's sword for women. This kind of sword is generally thin and short, suitable for women to use.

Li Mingyue held the sword in her hand, held it upright in front of her chest, the sword was parallel to the tip of her nose and the center of her eyebrows, and then slowly injected her own timeless aura into the sword until the whole sword emitted a white aura, Then he took out the timeless air and brought it back into his body.

Infusing and withdrawing the eternal energy in this way, repeated repeated cycles, just like washing the sword with energy over and over again.

"Why don't you wash your sword?" The Confucian master came over and stared at Lu Yang.

"Student... The student doesn't know how to wash the sword, and the student's sword is not a gentleman's sword, so I don't know how to get it!" Lu Yang hurriedly got up and bowed.

"Huh? I have already taught you the method of washing the sword... Didn't you learn the method of washing the sword in the last class?"

"Students haven't learned it yet, so ask the teacher for advice!"

"What's your name, did you miss the last class?" Master Confucian's face stretched out.

"Student Lu Yang, who just entered school not long ago, suffered a mental injury a few days ago, and spent four days recuperating..." Lu Yang was ashamed, he said these words bravely, feeling that he was really not pious enough.

It's just that I started school late, and now I'm still absent from class, missing several classes in a row. This is definitely not what a good student should do.

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