Dao fruit.

Hearing this, Wang Qiaoer's eyelids twitched, and she couldn't help but said: "You scholars bathe in the teachings of saints, don't you advocate kindness, treat others leniently, and repay grievances with virtue? Why..."

Qiu Yan shook his head, and some memories of the past emerged in his heart, but they were sentences from books he had read before, and he said in his mouth: "Reading to straighten yourself can heal your qi and nourish your heart, but you must be quiet and not blindly seek kindness. , If you only say good things about reading, you are a hypocrite." After saying a word, Qiu Yan was stunned for a moment, thoughtful.

Hearing this, Wang Qiaoer became more and more puzzled, but she also knew that she could not refute, otherwise the consequences would be dire, so she had to bite the bullet and take out a few pieces of silver from her bosom, handed them over, and then saw Qiu Yan finally got up, and he also struggled quickly Standing up, not daring to say much, turned around and left, limping, staggering forward, turning back from time to time, like a frightened bird.

But before walking a few steps, her stomach suddenly growled. Wang Qiaoer trembled all over, crossed her legs slightly, speeded up, and disappeared at the corner of the street.

Qiu Yan ignored him and weighed the broken silver in his hand.

"This Wang Qiaoer brought a lot of money with her, enough to buy a lot of rice and eat it for several days."

The Dari Dynasty has been established for one year. In the past 80 years, there have been four emperors. The price has long been no longer the price of a rice bucket when Taizong pacified the North, but seven or eight yuan for a rice bucket. It can be eaten for a few days, which shows that Wang Qiaoer has quite a lot on her body.

At this time, Qiu Yan's aunt came from behind with a puzzled face: "Yan'er, I heard someone knocking on the door and talking again just now, but someone is here?"

"Someone is here. A friend of mine owed me some money and just paid it back." As he spoke, Qiu Yan handed over the money in his hand, "Auntie, I have a big appetite recently, and I want to spend money It’s a lot of money, and this little bit of silver is used to supplement the family.”

"No way," my aunt quickly declined, "You want to study, you should spend money."

"It's not much money, and it's broken silver. It's inevitable that people will lower the price when you go to the study. It's not as good as buying meat and vegetables. Besides, I also collected a lot of money a few days ago. It's not bad, you Put it away, I'll go back to the house first, I haven't practiced calligraphy for a long time, today I have free time, I just go to review."

Looking for a reason, he forced the broken silver to his aunt, and Qiu Yan quickly went back to the house. He knew that if he made an excuse to practice calligraphy, usually no one would disturb him.

After closing the door, Qiu Yan took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the corner, and placed them on the table.

"When I was talking just now, an article emerged from the bottom of my heart, and I said it to Wang Qiaoer naturally. As soon as the words came out, the soul of life trembled faintly, and last night, the smoke of the calming incense mobilized the article in memory, which actually strengthened the life. Hun, there must be a mystery in it, and now I just want to explore it."

Holding his breath and calming his mind, Qiu Yan's body has been studying and practicing calligraphy all year round. Although his fame is not obvious, he still has the skills to cultivate his breath and calm his mind, and he soon becomes peaceful physically and mentally.

After grinding the ink, he thought for a while, picked up the pen and wrote the word "book" on the paper.

His handwriting is square and upright, not arrogant, nor too much charm. As soon as he writes the handwriting, Qiu Yan himself feels a sense of being restrained and following the rules.

This is not a hallucination, he can come out of his body, that is, he has stepped into the enlightened state of sexual cultivation, and his sensitivity is different from before. All attention is focused on the wrist, pen tip, and ink marks, so you can feel the artistic conception immediately.

"The craftsmanship is too strong. It seems that the previous learning of characters was only learning the shape, without the charm and artistic conception. But I can only feel it. If I really want to write, it is at this level."

As soon as this thought turned in his mind, Qiu Yan's mind returned to the words on the paper. When he was just writing, he concentrated all his attention, trying to find the clues of the growth of the living soul, but he didn't get the slightest result, and the living soul didn't move at all.

Slightly frowning, suddenly a flash of inspiration.

"The trembling of the soul before was caused by emotions. The memory from the heart emerged. Combined with the scene of the tranquilizing incense, could it be effective to infect the soul with the information in the memory and mobilize the emotions? If so..."

Thinking of this, Qiu Yan calmed down again.

"Try to find something to mobilize the memory and emotions in my heart, um, yes, I just learned about General Nalang, you might as well give it a try."

Just now Wang Qiaoer came to blackmail and threaten, but Qiu Yan taught him a lesson, and even obtained some information from the other party, gradually confirming the previous guess.

"The fact that monsters massacre villages can be covered up is proof that monsters have a certain power in human society, and they even hide in the crowd and occupy a high position. When I left Minyuan Mountain, I killed many monsters in one fell swoop. With the nature of a beast, I will definitely try to get revenge and find my trace, so..."

He raised his hand to change a piece of paper, picked up the pen again, and landed on the paper, the pen flew like a snake, and it was done in one go——

Will!

This word, horizontal and vertical, is still square, but it is not as rigid as before, but reveals a sense of urgency and crisis.

flutter.

In Qiu Yan's eyes, a faint ray of light flashed away, but he didn't take it seriously, frowned, and whispered softly: "Someone will catch up, it's imminent!"

Before the words fell, the tip of the pen was moving, and three characters were added on both sides of the word "Jiang".

For a moment, four characters appeared on the paper——

The way to control the general.

The newly appeared three characters are still square, but they reveal an artistic conception of exploration and exploration, as if the Dazai of the court and the master of the text are exploring the good ways to govern the world and looking for the strategy to stabilize the country.

"The way to control and tame a general should be..."

Muttering softly, Qiu Yan exuded a strange aura all over his body, and his whole body was faintly separated from the room. In those eyes, the light flickered and became brighter and brighter, as if there were two stars hidden.

At the same time as his thoughts turned, his wrist also turned accordingly, and after the word four, he added another sentence——

Care about getting it right.

This sentence, the pen is tough and firm, as soon as it falls on the paper, the ink seeps through the paper and stains the table.

The way to control the general is to care about the handle.

This is a sentence in the ancient book Tongjian, which means that the key and method to control generals is to grasp the authority of rewards and punishments.

This is an epigram to warn the emperor and the monarch. At this moment, Qiu Yan followed his mind and wrote it out directly.

At the moment when the sentence was completed, his body trembled slightly, his eyes lit up brightly, and a faint ray of light was transmitted from the sky above his head, but it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Qiu Yan's face, which was slightly pale due to the fever, turned rosy at this time, and his whole person's spirits improved obviously, and he looked radiant.

"Sure enough, mobilizing the sage articles in memory can really nourish the soul and strengthen the soul!"

He took a deep breath, slightly moved the index finger of his right hand holding the pen, and joy appeared between his brows.

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