Cultivation of immortals, the beginning of cultivating demons for ten years

Chapter 30
"Why?" Liu Yao was stunned.

Yan Ping said: "Owner, you have a good starting point, you can succeed or fail in lotus poetry."

Yan Ping carefully looked at the three-zhang Wenyun golden lotus in the lotus pond.

The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus opens to both sides of the face.

This Wen Yun Jinlian, the beauty is really beautiful.

Liu Yaoxiu frowned slightly and said, "What did I do wrong?"

Yan Ping looked at the literary qi circling the golden lotus, and said: "The literary qi provided by the lotus poem can certainly help the literary movement of the golden lotus to transform into form, but that is on the premise that the literary qi provided are all of the same type."

"A thousand poets have a thousand kinds of lotus poems, some are praises, some are sad, some are parting, or some are about love... Poets express love in poems, and the styles of the lotus poems they write are different."

"It's okay if it's just dozens or hundreds of poems. With Wenyun Jinlian's qualifications, it can barely be integrated and absorbed."

"However, there are thousands of lotus poems with different styles, and the huge variety of literary styles has greatly exceeded the scope of integration and absorption of Wenyun Jinlian."

"Therefore, no matter how many lotus flower poems you write, it will not help her overcome the catastrophe, but it will make it more difficult for her to overcome the catastrophe."

Yan Ping said, looked at Wenyun Jinlian, and said with a smile: "If I'm not wrong, Lian'er sleeps for at least half of the day, right?"

Wenyun Jinlian kept shaking, and said softly: "Yes, yes, Lian'er didn't like to sleep in the past. But 100 years ago, she often fell asleep. Now Lian'er sleeps for eight or nine hours every day, and everyone sleeps. Silly."

Liu Yao's expression changed slightly, the reason for Lian'er's lethargy was actually this!

Wenyun Jinlian said softly: "Sir, why did Lian'er become so sleepy?"

"The complicated cultural qi in your body often fights and damages your body. The body activates its self-protection mechanism, and you naturally become more and more sleepy."

"Then what should I do, will they kill Lian Er's body when they fight! Wuwuwu, Lianer doesn't want to die, Lianer wants to be with mother forever."

As the Wenyun golden lotus wept, a rain of golden petals began to fall in the lotus pond.

Liu Yao glared at Yan Ping, comforted Wenyun Jinlian and said, "Okay, Lian'er, with your mother here, you won't die."

Damn, good-looking people are so good-looking when they are angry.

Yan Ping felt shot in the heart, this willow demon is too alluring.

I suddenly give you a call inadvertently, who will bear it.Normal males can't stand it.

Comforting Wenyun Jinlian, Liu Yao bowed solemnly and said, "Since you have pointed this out, you must have a solution in your mind, please give me your advice."

Yan Ping accepted this gift calmly, and said: "If you are destined to meet thousands of miles away, if you don't have the destiny to meet you face to face."

"In the vast sea of ​​people, being able to meet each other is enough to show that I have a destiny with Liuyuan, with the owner of the garden, and with Wenyun Jinlian. So I will do my best to help her."

Yan Ping walked to the desk, raised his right hand, and took Wen Yun's brush into his hand.

"I study ink for my husband."

Liu Yao walked gracefully to her side, studying ink with her bare hands.

A fresh fragrance naturally overflowed from her body, smelling the fragrance, Yan Ping almost lost his mind.

It's not that he is not strong enough, it's just that the beauty is too beautiful.

The golden Wenyun canopy appeared.

Hang down golden threads to isolate everything.

Yan Ping silently recited the song of righteousness, calmed down, and when he saw that the ink had been grinded, he dipped in the ink and wrote quickly.

Great Confucianism in the world!

Looking at the golden Wenyun canopy above Yan Ping's head, Liu Yao lost her mind for a moment.

Such a young great scholar in the world is rare in the world!

What is the origin of this Mr. Yan?
She had never seen such a person in her long life of more than 3000 years.

"Song of righteousness. There is righteousness in heaven and earth, mixed with manifolds. The lower part is the river and the mountains, and the upper part is the sun and stars. It is called Haoran to people, and it is full of the sky..."

Yan Ping worked hard to write, every time he wrote a word, a golden literary energy was born, and when a righteous song was finished, the golden literary energy had enveloped the entire lotus pond.

"go with!"

Yan Ping put down the pen, picked up the Wenxin paper with both hands and flicked it, one by one the golden characters flew off the paper and fell into Wenyun Jinlian's body.

The golden literary energy surrounding the lotus pond also rushed in along with the words.

"Ah, mother, Lian'er is so strange and comfortable!" Wenyun Golden Lotus swayed and swayed, and as the words entered the body, the golden literary energy was completely absorbed.

The three-foot-tall Wenyun Golden Lotus fell into a drowsy sleep like a drunken person.

Liu Yao hurriedly asked: "Mr. Yan, is Lian Er okay?"

Yan Ping said: "It's okay, just sleep and you'll be fine."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Liu Yao patted her chest, and put down a big stone in her heart.

Yan Ping's eyes were lowered, and under the pat of his plain hand, there was a sea of ​​turbulent waves, full of waves, swaying and swaying.

I can't watch it, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep at night.

Liu Yao looked at the Wenxin paper, and what was shaken off the paper and sank into Lian'er's body was Wenyun's golden characters, while the ink writing remained on the paper.

"Song of righteousness. There is righteousness in heaven and earth, mixed with manifolds. The bottom is the river and the mountains, and the top is the sun and stars..."

"I've never seen this article before. It must have been written by Mr. Liu Yao. Mr. can write such a profound and magnificent article. No wonder he is already a great Confucianist at such a young age. Liu Yao admires it."

At first, she only thought that Yan Ping was an academician with a bit of poetic talent, but then she found out that he was a young, low-key, over-the-top Confucian.

Finally, I saw this righteous song.

Liu Yao's opinion of Yan Ping has been elevated to another level.

"The owner of the garden is absurd. I did not compose this upright song, but it was written by a senior in the literary world. I just took it and used it."

"Mr. Yan doesn't need to be modest. This Song of Righteousness explains in detail what righteousness is, and it can be regarded as a top-level Confucian practice."

"Learning has no seniority, and those who have mastered it first. With this upright song alone, Mr. Yan is qualified to start a sect and become that school of Wenzong."

Seeing that the explanation was not clear, Yan Ping could only give up and said instead: "Contain the literary energy with righteousness songs, recite silently every day, and persist for ten years to transform the complex literary energy into a magnificent righteousness. At that time, the golden lotus of literary fortune will be transformed into a catastrophe. There is no time to build a road foundation."

Liu Yao made a bow and said, "Thank you sir, Liu Yao will never repay your kindness..."

There is nothing in return, but a promise with your body?
If Liu Yao really wanted to make a promise with her body, Yan Ping would definitely not be able to refuse.

Sister Yu, with a nice voice, a superb figure and temperament, and a high level of cultivation, is simply the perfect heroine design in the novel.

If he really promised with his body, how stupid would he be to refuse.

At that time, will we have to build a small courtyard for Liu Yao, called ****?

Yan Ping's thoughts diverged and he fell into random thoughts.

"Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan."

"Oh, sorry, I was distracted just now."

"Liu Yao really can't think of how to repay the kindness of the master. Well, Liu Yao's cultivation is barely passable. How about making three unconditional shots for the master?"

Three shots.

Isn't it a promise with your body?
Also.

This willow demon is more than 3000 years old, and it may already be famous.

"That's not necessary. If the owner of the garden really wants to thank you, you can give me this pond full of golden lotus petals."

The golden petals that fall when Wenyun Golden Lotus weeps are rare treasures, which can be sold at a high price with only a little processing.

"Yes, please take these three willow leaves, sir. If you are in danger, you just need to crush the willow leaves, and Liu Yao will appear in Qingzhou in an instant to defend you against the enemy."

Three green willow leaves appeared in Liu Yao's hands, without any explanation, she grabbed Yan Ping's hand and stuffed it directly into his right hand.

Liu Yao took out a sachet, opened it, a beam of Dharma light shot out, and the golden lotus petals all over the pond leaped up and flew in like a swimming dragon.

"Sir, this high-grade spiritual tool storage bag will be given to Mr. along with these petals."

Saying that, without giving Yan Ping a chance to refuse, he stuffed it into his right hand.

It's embarrassing to take so many good things from others just by writing a righteous song.

Yan Ping turned his head and glanced at Liu Yuan.

The cyan palace attire seemed to appear in front of her eyes again.

He couldn't help but raised his right hand to his nose and sniffed.

Really fragrant.

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