Dao Fruit

After saying this, Qiu Yan picked up his pen and wrote four lines of poetry on the paper -

Life is a matter of qi, blood flows day and night,

If the hair is blocked, the body will be enemies.

It seems to describe the human body, but it also has a warning, especially the word blood, which echoes the heroic spirit in Qiu Yan's body when it is formed.

The next moment, qi and blood rose from the twenty words and radiated!

At the same time.

"Is there anyone coming to Zhang's house to make trouble?"

The Zhang family courtyard and each wing room are filled with servants and guards of different affiliations. The masters of these people wanted to make friends with the young calligrapher because his calligraphy has improved, so they all came to visit him. Unexpectedly, his illness recurred, he fell into a coma one after another, and he was inconvenient to move, so he had to stay in Zhang's house temporarily.

After hearing the news, the families of the masters rushed over and accompanied him. They had their own life experiences. Some were secretly happy, some were worried, but they were all under pressure.

At this moment, after hearing the message from the servants of Zhang Mansion, knowing that someone came to Zhang Mansion to make trouble, most of them looked gloomy. Although this matter did not conflict with them directly, they were upset and stressed because something happened at home. This matter made them find an outlet for venting.

"Go and see the situation. If it is true, help the people in Zhang Mansion to drive that person out."

"Dare the scholar to make trouble?"

"At this time, there are still people who make trouble. We can't let them go easily!"

For a while, the sons of all the masters sent servants and guards over, and some simply went out in person.

On the other side, Qiu Yan kept writing, and one line of poetry after another appeared on the paper——

...

A hundred worries are gathered in a square inch, like arrows shooting at the marquis.

Running for several years, groaning in autumn.

Suddenly! Worries, distracting thoughts, worries when sick, physical discomfort and other artistic conceptions roared out!

Before the people who gathered over the threshold of the lobby stepped over, the whole Zhang Mansion suddenly shook!

Boom!

All five senses are ringing!

This vibration is not caused by the ground under the feet, but by the perception of the people in the mansion!

"What's going on?"

Everyone was startled and hurried to find the source.

At this time. A warmth spread out and quickly spread to every corner of Zhang's mansion.

Hot and warm.

At this moment, everyone in Zhang's mansion was confused, either with all kinds of thoughts or irritable.

Now, as the warmth spread, everyone in the mansion changed their faces, the seven souls in their bodies were vaguely moving, and the flesh and blood trembled slightly. There was a throbbing from the blood, dispelling all the thoughts in their hearts.

Then, fragments of memories emerged in everyone's hearts, flashing some things in the past, including the care of the elders in childhood and the help of the family when they started. Bit by bit, it gradually became clear, and the conscience that was blinded by greed. Slowly broke free.

At the door of Zhang's mansion, the unconscious Zhang Yu opened his eyes.

This fainting made him experience a poor life in his dream.

In the dream, he took the opportunity of Master Zhang's death. He forced Zhang Zhen away and became the head of the Zhang family, but soon his family fell into decline and was deserted by his relatives. Only his wife and son stayed with him and worked hard for half his life. Just to make a living, his wife left in his later years, but fortunately his children and grandchildren were filial to him, and he finally died with a smile.

It was not easy to come back to his senses from the dream. It happened that at this time, the warmth spread over, warming his limbs and penetrating into his heart, which reminded Zhang Yu of some things about his father and brothers when he was young, and he shed tears unconsciously.

On the side, Zhang Zhen was enveloped by the warmth, his mind was in a trance, and he also recalled his kind mother and strict father, and felt emotional.

Even the servants and guards were also lost in reminiscence, their eyes blurred.

The warmth spread, and the source was the main hall of the Zhang Mansion.

In front of the main hall, the old man who was supported by someone had a complicated expression, and his eyes flashed with reminiscence. It seemed that he thought of something, and the majestic aura on his body was slightly weakened.

In the main hall, Qiu Yan splashed ink, and hot breath gushed out from the paper, filling the entire hall and radiating outward.

Next to him, Qi Jiulian widened his eyes, and as the words on the paper appeared one after another, his face became paler and paler.

"Impossible! Impossible! How can words produce blood? Words are just condensed ink, without bones, flesh, and souls. At most, they condense the writer's artistic conception, turn into charm, and project it into the hearts of others!"

The young calligraphy master muttered to himself, as if he had suffered a great blow.

His words were heard by Qiu Yan, who shook his head, and his whole person's momentum rose, emitting thoughts that affected Qi Jiulian.

Qiu Yan's body did not move, and his mouth did not speak, but a few words came out of his mind--

"Words are born from ink, ink is born from water, and water is the blood of words."

"Hold the pen with your hand, write with strength, the pen is square and round, and it is flexible and active without losing the shape of the word. It can be called the bone of the word."

"The tip of the pen is vertical and horizontal, hidden in the broken place, and measured in the connected place, which is the tendon of the word."

"The pen moves, presses full in the sparse and flat places, and lifts and flies in the dense and dangerous places. Pressing makes it fat, and lifting makes it thin. This is the flesh of the word."

"The tendons, bones, flesh and blood are all complete. The author constructs the charm with his own thoughts, which can be called the soul. Why can't it produce qi and blood?"

Feeling the words in his mind, Qi Jiulian's face changed drastically, and the blood on his face faded: "Impossible! No one has ever mentioned or said such words in the works of the predecessors or the masters of the present world. There is no record. It is a fallacy!"

As he spoke, his eyes were bright and dark, and his voice became smaller and smaller. It was obvious that he was touched by this passage and discovered the truth contained in it.

However, Qi Jiulian soon reacted: "No, these words you wrote already have charm in them, which are completely different from the ones I saw before. What's going on! Could it be..." he said When he said this, there was no trace of arrogance in his tone.

However, Qiu Yan ignored this and just calculated silently.

"At this point, the person behind the scenes should take action..."

On the other hand, Qi Jiulian's behavior and words fell into the eyes of everyone outside the door, but they made these people stunned, surprised, and even thoughtful.

Warmth surged around, and as the warmth expanded, this large courtyard was filled with a strange warmth.

The ground was originally filled with a cold and filthy atmosphere, but now it is about to dissipate after being washed away by this warmth!

………………

"Ugh!"

Deep underground, the ethereal thoughts and the turbid thoughts groaned at the same time and became panicked.

"What's going on? Who is casting the spell? It wants to break the evil spirit of greed and gain!"

In surprise, the attention of the two thoughts quickly upwards and seeped out of the ground. The entire Zhang Mansion was shrouded, and then the changes in the main hall were discovered!

"Who is this person? His handwriting is even more amazing than that of the young man before. He can actually burst out with masculine energy!"

"Masculine energy and blood are the nemesis of ghostly and evil energy! No wonder it shook the Zhang family's desire for profit!"

"We can't let this person continue. You and I will fight back together. We must reverse it in one fell swoop and secure victory!"

After the two minds talked, they each emitted waves of waves, and the light wind merged with the chaotic thoughts, traveling through the soil. Finally, it broke out of the ground and turned into a gray air flow visible to the naked eye, filthy and foul-smelling.

As soon as the air flow came out, it confronted the warmth. The two breaths were completely different, as if water and fire were incompatible. Soon, this foul air came from bottom to top, gradually pushing away the warmth. Take advantage.

Suddenly, the entire Zhang Mansion was filled with gloomy winds, and even the sunlight was cast into a shadow, and people from all over the city gathered here. Contaminated by the filthy air, merged into the filthy air, strengthened and replenished!

boom!

The odor is rising!

Everyone in the house was affected by this, and their consciences were extinguished. Desires arose, even Zhang Zhen was no exception, and everyone turned red. Staring with red eyes, there was only lust in his heart and nothing else.

The distracting thoughts, dirty thoughts, and filthy energy became more fierce and powerful, and they fought back towards the main hall!

In the bright main hall, the light dimmed at this time, and the faces of the people outside the door were distorted. They all looked like evil ghosts, glaring at Qiu Yan, their eyes full of malice and murderous intent, almost solidifying!

In the main hall, Qi Jiulian looked surprised: "No! You offended the person who cast the spell! This person can actually mobilize the wishes of the people in the city. How is this possible? Where have all the Shinto and gods in the city gone?"

Although he is said to be successful in calligraphy, he is still young, has an unstable temperament, and has never practiced martial arts. He will inevitably panic when he sees changes beyond his imagination. If he does not practice calligraphy and develop charm, he will have a little aura in his heart, and he will be infected by the filth.

"Calm down!" Qiu Yan suddenly said, "You are also a person who practices calligraphy and nourishes Qi. Why should you be afraid of Yin Qi and filthy Qi? If the Qi is immobile, the spirit will be spiritual, and the spirit will be peaceful. Reading and writing are not for you to show off, but for you to show off. I’m teaching you how to behave in the world, but when it’s time to use it, you end up in a mess.”

There was a sense of an elder reprimanding a junior in these words, but it made the panicked Qi Jiulian feel slightly relieved, but when he turned around to look, his heart began to rise again.

I saw that Qiu Yan was indifferent to the strange changes outside the house and kept writing with his head down.

"How long has he been writing? This stench cannot be dispelled by just relying on the rhyme and blood of the words!"

Unlike the flustered and eager Qi Jiulian, Qiu Yan was calm and calm. He turned his wrist and saw a few more lines of poetry falling on the paper——

Why doesn't Hu show love for himself and start a fight?

A smile wipes out all delusions, and the frosty sky eagle looks down upon you.

As soon as these few words came out, the lobby immediately became filled with a sense of solemnity, with a hint of sharpness and coldness!

Gather!

Outside the hall, people's wishes flew over one after another. The source of these people's wishes were kitchens, taverns, restaurants, teahouses, etc. all over the city. Even Zhang's back kitchen had a few floating out of them.

As soon as the people gathered together, they poured it into the paper in front of Qiu Yan. The sunlight and blood on the paper suddenly surged, emitting billowing thoughts.

Wow!

Thoughts soared into the sky, scattered throughout the house, and fell on the people in the house with distorted faces. They trembled one after another, as if they were waking up from a dream. The selfish desires and delusions in their hearts were suddenly shattered, and clarity was restored!

boom!

Qiu Yan's clothes moved automatically without any wind, and his aura rose to an extreme. People's wishes were wrapped around his body, and his muscles and bones made a creaking sound, as if he was under heavy pressure! Qi Jiulian, who was watching on the side, was horrified.

In this momentum, Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes, lowered his pen tip, and wrote the final sentence——

Call the child to hold the medicine bag, I am sick now and it is a disease.

As soon as this sentence is finished, the people are willing to follow the table, through the ground, and deep into the underground!

On the other side, screams came from all over the house, and the unconscious gentlemen opened their eyes one after another! (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!

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