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Song Yanqing stared, "What does it mean? If it is, it is, and if it is not, it is not."
Niu Youdao pointed at his hand. Does that mean it's not there? It must be.
Song Yanqing immediately looked enthusiastic, "Junior brother, quickly write out the poems written by your teacher and appreciate them while you have free time."
Niu Youdao shook his head: "Master told me before he died that I should go to the Shangqing Sect to practice hard. I didn't write this kind of thing."
"..." Song Yanqing was stunned for a moment, and then said, "I don't care about practicing for a day or two. It won't take much time to write something like this."
Niu Youdao said innocently: "But I can't remember it for a while."
"..." Song Yanqing was choked and speechless, and finally said helplessly: "You have nothing to do anyway, think about it carefully, write it down as soon as you remember it, and show it to me later." After saying this, he carefully rolled up the paper in his hand.
Niu Youdao looked strange and said: "Senior Brother Song, my teacher said that Bai Wuyi is a scholar, what's the use of writing this?"
Song Yanqing raised his eyelids, put an arm around his shoulders and said: "Junior brother, I have my own uses. Just write it down when you think of it. Senior brother, I can't treat you badly. By the way, don't talk about this to other people. Do you understand?" He said, "Don't blame me for being rude otherwise."
Niu Youdao definitely looked like he was not interested in this matter, and answered the question inappropriately: "Brother, I want to practice the Shangqing Sect's techniques, and I hope I can fly around like you soon."
Song Yanqing was a little unhappy and said: "First do what I told you and then talk about it!"
Niu Youdao seemed to be playing off his youthful temper and said, "Senior brother, I'm bored here and I'm sure I'll spill the beans one day."
Song Yanqing narrowed his eyes and sneered: "Are you threatening me?"
Niu Youdao said calmly: "I just feel that if I can fulfill Master's last wish as soon as possible, I can also calm down and recall the poems that Master has written. I hope that I can better fulfill Senior Brother's instructions."
Song Yanqing couldn't help but sneer, and looked at Niu Youdao up and down without saying a word for a long time. He found that this cheap junior brother was a bit interesting, and he was mature beyond his years. He was negotiating terms with himself. Then again, if what this young junior brother writes can really help him please his senior sister, there is nothing wrong with agreeing to it. So what if he practices? I'm not afraid that this kid can change the world, but the key point is that he can't decide whether to let this cheap junior brother practice.
Snapped! After some deliberation, Song Yanqing slapped Niu Youdao on the shoulder, grabbed his shoulder and said, "Okay, it's settled. I'll help you talk about cultivation. It shouldn't be a big problem, but you can write it down." If you can't satisfy me, I guarantee you will have no regrets." It's not a lie. Although he can't make the decision on some things, the Song family has a great influence on the Shangqing Sect. If he really wants to find a way, Niu You The matter of Tao cultivation is not too difficult.
After finishing his words, he pushed Niu Youdao and Niu Youdao fell to the ground with a thud.
By the time Niu Youdao got up, Song Yanqing had already strode away. Niu Youdao, grinning in pain, pulled open his collar and looked at the shoulder that had been pinched just now. There were already five green and red fingerprints left. The other party wanted to teach him a lesson and almost crushed his shoulder bone, which was red and swollen. pain.
All along, Niu Youdao didn't want to offend Song Yanqing and cause trouble for him, especially after knowing Song Yanqing's background, but why did he come to Shangqing Sect after all the hardships? I finally caught a glimmer of an opportunity, so naturally I didn’t want to miss it, so I couldn’t help but take a chance and take a chance...
In the early years, there were tens of thousands of Shangqing Sect disciples, but now there are only a few hundred, so the residences where they live are abundant.
Back in his yard, Song Yanqing couldn't wait to go into the study, took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and was about to copy the poem into his own handwriting. When he was a little dumbfounded, he forgot to ask what the poem was called, so he named it himself and started writing.
In the evening, Song Yanqing found a quiet valley. When he came out of the valley, he looked up with a fixed gaze and a smile on his face.
At the foot of the mountain ahead, in front of two newly raised tombs, stood a graceful figure with a graceful back. It was none other than Tang Yi.
Two senior brothers, Tang Mu and Situ Haoran, were buried in the two tombs. The Shangqing Sect still couldn't figure out what happened to them, but from Tang Mu's words, he could tell that the matter was not trivial. According to Tang Mu's last words, The funeral was kept secret, and no name was even left on the two tombstones.
Song Yanqing knew that Tang Yi was here, and sure enough, he straightened his clothes, walked over quickly, called "Senior Sister", and then bowed respectfully to the two new tombs.
After he finished, Tang Yi frowned and said, "What is Junior Brother Song doing here?"
"Senior sister didn't like the poem I wrote last time." Song Yanqing turned around and presented a scroll of calligraphy with both hands, and said cheerfully: "This time I have worked hard to write another poem, and I will ask senior sister for appreciation and advice."
Tang Yi was really a little impatient with his entanglement. How could she not understand what Song Yanqing was thinking? She had also heard about Song Yanqing's dandy deeds in the capital, but now the Shangqing Sect relied on the Song family, and Tang Susu also He repeatedly told her not to quarrel and embarrass everyone, and to let her understand the overall situation and deal with it. Regardless of whether anyone here complained that Dong Guo Haoran and Shang Jianbo got together and would harm the Shangqing Sect, the fact is that with the death of Ning Wang Shang Jianbo, the Shangqing Sect now has no last deterrent, and the Shangqing Sect is already in a precarious situation. Among them, I really can't afford to offend the Song family.
She had no choice but to patiently take Song Yanqing's calligraphy treasure and spread it out in her hands. She didn't care at first, but after seeing what was written, her lips couldn't help but slightly moved, and she read aloud silently, "When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win." There are countless people in the world... If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can we live day and night..." I read it several times, and my expression was already a bit crazy.
Song Yanqing, who was observing the words and expressions on the side, was overjoyed when he saw this, knowing that he had indeed impressed this woman.
He usually didn't dare to stare rudely in person, but this time he took advantage of Tang Yi's distraction to take a closer look at her cold and charming face with softness, her white neck like a swan's neck, and that The plump breasts, the slender waist, the graceful and graceful figure, especially the fairy-like temperament is extremely elegant, like an independent clear lotus in the world of mortals. This kind of beauty cannot be compared to those so-called beauties who are dressed up and dressed up. It is for this beauty that he is willing to stay in this mountainous place. Otherwise, he would have returned to the prosperous capital. How could he have the temper to keep the deserted mountains and fields? , if he wants to go to Qingzong, nothing can stop him.
After coming back to his senses, Tang Yi scanned the handwriting on the paper with bright eyes and asked, "Is this the word you wrote?"
Song Yanqing felt a little guilty, but then he thought about it. Niu Youdao couldn't make trouble. Even if the news spread to the so-called down-and-out scholar, it would silence him. Then he smiled and said: "My humble work made senior sister laugh." .”
Tang Yi gave him a strange look. How could she not know what kind of person he was? It was strange that he could write such words. However, taking into account the other person's face, he did not expose it. He just nodded and praised him. .
The two talked all the way and left here, leaving the valley and going their separate ways. The key was that Tang Yi refused to see Song Yanqing off.
As soon as Tang Yi turned around, he asked someone to inquire whether Song Yanqing had received any letters or anything else. As a result, there was no feedback in this regard. He only knew that Song Yanqing had gone to the Peach Blossom Spring today. Thinking about the poem again, Tang Yi wondered, could it be that the poem was really written by that playboy
Floating clouds cover the moon.
In the Peach Blossom Spring, Niu Youdao, who was sitting cross-legged on the couch, was trembling with trembling eyebrows. His heart was extremely unstable, and his body was even more unstable, like a stormy sea.
At this time, the aura in his body was extremely chaotic, so chaotic that even he himself could not control it. The mysterious things in his internal organs and limbs seemed to have accumulated to a certain extent, and the flesh and blood could not contain them, and they kept rolling in his body. Ups and downs, rolling like clouds and waves.
boom! In the end, an imaginary violent thunder seemed to erupt from the body, which shook the body and mind of the person. A thunderbolt seemed to be brewing in the colliding and rolling cloud waves. To be precise, it was a burst of true energy!
The evolution process was more like a chemical reaction, and Niu Youdao, who had his eyes closed, showed a faint expression of excitement on his face.
Unexpectedly, really unexpectedly, I was practicing the "Taiyi" technique just like in my previous life. It took me three years to practice the first qi in my previous life, but now I can practice it in less than two months. Success, the spiritual energy content of this world is obviously far beyond his imagination.
This ray of true energy is weak, but as soon as it appears, it is like a real dragon swallowing clouds and mist, twisting dexterously in the clouds and mist, and the surrounding clouds and mist gather in a whoosh. In a short while, the ups and downs of the clouds in the body were swept away and completely absorbed by this ray of true energy.
After swallowing so many things, the tiny little guy didn't seem to have grown at all, but it seemed to be more energetic. It spurted out powerful Qi, which was connected with the flesh and blood of Niu Youdao. If it was indulged, the Qi could even seep out from the pores. . This feeling of breath penetrating through flesh and blood can obviously increase the vitality and strength of the physical body.
Before practicing Zhenqi, you only know how to practice breathing and exhaling, but you cannot feel the air flowing in the meridians. Once the Zhenqi comes out, there will be something real that can be felt in the body, but it is gas, which is The origin of the so-called 'Qi'.
Only by having real feelings can you adjust the control, otherwise there is no way to control it.
After the unruliness and drastic changes in his body calmed down, Niu Youdao, who also regained his composure, began to control the true energy to penetrate the meridians. He was very familiar with this process. There are many places in the meridians of normal people that cannot play a big role in their lifetime. They are unobstructed when they are just born. However, with the influence of life habits when they grow up, such as the generation of dirty things, most places will be blocked or semi-blocked. In this state, he needs to move his energy to open up all the blocked areas so that luck can control his flesh and blood body in the future. At the same time, he is also checking whether his meridian structure is more suitable for cultivation.
This process is a bit painful. I have not encountered foreign objects for a long time. It is obvious that I am suddenly attacked. Wherever the true energy goes, under the cleaning and squeezing, something similar to blood will gradually seep out from the pores. There was a faint smell of blood and fishy smell lingering in the room. ,.