The stars and the moon shine, and all sounds are silent. Only the leaves are blown by the cool breeze, making a slight rustling sound. Jiang Yan was in the room and carefully looked at the Taoist book in front of him. This Taoist book was just a waste of money for King Wei and the others, but Jiang Yan came up with a wonderful idea.

Taoist calligraphy can enable Taoist people to understand the essence of Taoism and turn their own understanding into practice. Of course, if you do not truly have some attainments in Taoism, it would be a dream to suddenly write the laws of heaven out of thin air, not to mention that a fifteen-year-old boy like Jiang Yan, most of whom can write the essence of this essence are earth immortals.

It is not unreasonable that Taoism is called the Earth Immortal Family.

But it was a coincidence that Jiang Yan was an exception.

The memories of his previous life made Jiang Yan read Yan Huang’s amazing history of the Spring and Autumn Period, and Jiang Yan is not unfamiliar with Taoism. Among them, the famous "Tao Te Ching" is a Taoist classic.

If he uses the forced memory method, Jiang Yan can also write a silence on the Tao Te Ching, but the only thing he is worried about is whether this book of Lao Tzu can be written in this Taoist book. After all, Lao Tzu exists in the Yanhuang world, and he is a true Taoist priest. Fortunately, the Tao Te Ching has not been circulated, at least it is just a slim legend in the Daxuan Dynasty.

Jiang Yan took a deep breath and used his heart to keep himself in a state of tranquility and far-reaching state.

Holding the pen in your right hand, instilling your vitality into your pen and integrating it with the life of Taoist calligraphy.

After a moment of thought, I wrote down the first word.

The scorching vitality turned into a light smoke and disappeared in Taoist books without leaving any trace.

"Huh?" Jiang Yan saw that no matter how he wrote it, he couldn't write a single word.

"What's going on?" Jiang Yan thought for a moment and immediately understood the reason. If he just wrote some words purely, it would not work. The real essence of Taoist calligraphy is that the recorder himself has reached a state of understanding of what he wants to write. Otherwise, those words are like the sad spring and autumn of the scholars and officials, just whining without any illness.

After understanding this, Jiang Yan did not give up.

The memory of the two lives gave Jiang Yan a little more understanding than that of ordinary people. Although he could not understand the essence of Taoist philosophy in the Tao Te Ching, he was at least rough.

Jiang Yan calmed and complicated thoughts, put his writing down, and walked to the window and opened the window.

Outside the house, a few sycamore trees rustled, the moonlight was clear, and the flowing flowed like gauze covered the sky. The whole world was quiet, without any disputes, without killing, and without any complicated thoughts. In this late night, everything in the world seemed to fall asleep.

Now the deep tranquility extends Jiang Yan's vision and his heart becomes wider. A mysterious feeling slowly penetrates the silence. The quiet night seems to have faded away from Jiang Yan's eyes and restored to the beginning.

The truth that can be said is not the eternal truth; the concept that can be expressed is not the eternal concept; what cannot be called is the beginning of heaven and earth; what can be called is the root of all things; so often observe the wonders of the origin of the world from the invisible place, and often observe the manifestation of the origin of the world from the tangible China. The tangible and invisible are of the same origin, but the name is different...

A voice appeared in Jiang Yan's mind, and he suddenly became enlightened. He strode to the desk table, holding a brush in his hand, and the dragon and phoenix danced in Taoist calligraphy.

Without any hesitation, the writing movements are natural and the movements are like flowing water.

Taoist books also recorded Jiang Yan's experience without hesitation.

I saw it read above.

"The Tao can be told, it is extraordinary; the name can be named, it is extraordinary; the name is unknown, the beginning of heaven and earth; the name is the mother of all things. Therefore, there is always no desire to observe its wonderfulness, and there is always desire to observe its subtlety. These two are the same but have different names. They are called mysterious, mysterious and mysterious, and the door to all wonders."

"Everyone in the world knows that beauty is beauty, and this evil has already...

"Don't respect the virtuous, so that the people will not fight..."

Jiang Yan stopped writing and his whole body's vitality was completely exhausted. However, looking at the words on Taoist books, Jiang Yan showed an ecstasy expression. There are already three chapters of the Taoist scriptures in Taoist scriptures. The Taoist scriptures are divided into Taoist scriptures in total 81 chapters, and it has been a great progress to be able to write the first three chapters and write them into Taoist scriptures.

If he wrote the original Tao Te Ching, he wouldn't know what kind of exercise it was. Jiang Yan was thinking randomly and felt very tired. He was about to go to bed to rest and recover his vitality. Suddenly, he heard a call from Mrs. Mi.

Jiang Yan rushed out of the room and saw Mrs. Mi in shock.

"Madam, what's wrong?"

"Yan'er, that screen is haunted." Mrs. Mi hid behind Jiang Yan with a look of horror, very cute.

"Screen, the screen of the female historical admonition picture?" Jiang Yan asked.

"It's that. Mrs. Mi got up in the middle of the night and didn't see you coming to see you. She saw a girl in the screen..." Mrs. Mi couldn't say the last word "ghost".

Jiang Yan said, Madam, how old you are, why are you still afraid of ghosts?

"Mrs. I'm afraid of so many things. Stop making trouble, go and take a look at the screen for the lady." Mrs. Mi was coquettish.

When I walked into Mrs. Mi's room, the room was clean and tidy, revealing the body fragrance of the young woman's lazy waking up. The screen of the female master's picture given by King Wei was not far from the head of Mrs. Mi's bedside. The maids on it were still vivid in makeup. Could it be that this copied picture scared Mrs. Mi?

"It appears again." Mrs. Mi pointed to the screen channel.

Jiang Yan was thinking, and suddenly saw the moonlight passing through the screen. The entire screen seemed to be transparent. The maid on the picture actually moved her eyes towards them. This look made Jiang Yan get goosebumps all over her body.

"The King Wei is so hateful. He actually gave such an evil thing, Yan'er, and throw it away." Mrs. Mi cursed. There was a screen in front of the bed with eyes that could move. She was not scared to death.

Jiang Yan walked to the screen and looked carefully. The maid's eyes on the screen returned to her original position.

The Yanhuang world has fate and immortals. Even if there is a ghost, Jiang Yan is not surprised. There is a saying that ghosts are afraid of people, and living people are not afraid of a dead person, which is ridiculous. Jiang Yan walked around the screen. When he walked to the other side, the lady's eyes moved, which was very strange.

"Yan'er." Mrs. Mi was confused.

"Madam, I really don't want this screen." Jiang Yan asked.

"No, no, no, no, anyway, it's not the Saint of Painting, so what's the point of asking for it?" Mrs. Mi disliked it.

"Okay." Jiang Yan waved his hand, summoned the lung sword and waved it towards the screen.

The golden sword light slashed around the screen.

"Ah, Yan'er, why did you ruin it?" Mrs. Mi was shocked. Although it was not the original work of Gu Kaizhi, it was very well painted and could be sold for a lot of money. This kid was so wasteful that he actually destroyed it. The screen split into pieces and collapsed. Mrs. Mi looked heartbroken and millions of coins flew like this.

Mrs. Mi sighed, and at this moment, she saw Jiang Yan picking up something in the broken screen.

"This is..." Jiang Yan was stunned.

"What's wrong? Yan'er." Mrs. Mi walked up and found that Jiang Yan was holding a long scroll in her hand. The long scroll was as thin as a cicada's wings, separated by six sections in total. Each long scroll was painted with a painting. The female portrait on the painting was very well depicted, with the brushwork like a spring silkworm spinning silk, with both form and spirit, the picture was elegant, quiet but not blind and lively. The lines in the picture were circulating and graceful, even and beautiful, and the characters' clothes were floating, and the image was vivid.

Mrs. Mi was stunned.

"Hey, this picture looks a bit like the picture on the screen just now." Mrs. Mi pointed to a picture of a lady wearing makeup on silk silk.

"Of course it's like it, this is the original version." Jiang Yan exclaimed.

"Original version?" Mrs. Mi blinked, suddenly woke up, and was shocked to death: "Yan'er, is this the original work of the Painting Saint?"

"Yes, there are six real female historical admonitions in total." Jiang Yan answered firmly. The silk lines were natural. Only the realm of the painting saint could make an ordinary painting look like life. In this painting, Jiang Yan clearly felt a strong fate.

Only Gu Kaizhi could do the work of painting in the Daxuan Dynasty.

"Is it really wrong? How could the painting of the Saint be in the screen?" Mrs. Mi still couldn't believe it.

Jiang Yan didn't quite understand it, but he thought that this painting was hidden in the screen of the female historical precepts copying Gu Kaizhi. Perhaps something happened, so he had to do so. He was afraid that people would ruin the original work, so he used the female historical precepts worth millions to copy. The reason why Jiang Yan thought so was that there were only six sections of the female historical precepts.

"Yan'er, how do you draw in the screen?" Mrs. Mi asked curiously.

"Gu Kaizhi's ladies' eyes were very vivid. At night, the moonlight appeared from the screen. The light was a little darker, and you felt that the ladies' eyes were moving." Jiang Yan felt this strange, so he split the screen and saw what was going on.

"I wonder how much this female historical admonition can be sold?" Mrs. Mi made a plan.

Jiang Yan laughed and scolded: "Madam, don't always think about money. This painting is the secret treasure of the Saint of Painting. Madam should use it to practice."

"Madam is not a fateful person." Mrs. Mi smiled bitterly. She was now old enough to practice martial arts.

"The saint said that forty, it is not too late to practice even at the age of forty. It just requires appropriate exercises." Jiang Yan weighed the picture of the female historical master. These six paragraphs were enough to make Mrs. Mi's life a thousand miles a day.

Mrs. Mi was half-believing and half-doubting.

"Madam can cultivate his life, so I will give this heavenly rank to Madam. It just so happens that I will feel a little relieved when I go to the border in a while." Jiang Yan said with a smile.

Mrs. Mi hesitated for a while, saw Jiang Yan’s eyes serious, and said softly: “Madam, I understand.”

Jiang Yan did not expect that he would gain such great results tonight. Not only did he successfully write the first three chapters of the Tao Te Ching, Mrs. Mi also obtained the authentic female historical masterpieces of the Painting Saint to practice.

The next day, Mrs. Mi also took care of the chat to the servants, and went to the manor in Qingye Town with Jiang Yan to start practicing the female master's guide.

Jiang Yan did not lie to her. When Mrs. Mi practiced the first paragraph of the female historical master's picture, "Reciting and self-contemplating, glorious and glorious" when the concubine sat down on the picture, her ordinary fate was completely activated. This is worthy of being the masterpiece of the earth immortal. On the first day of her cultivation, her fate reached Tinghou.

Jiang Yan also wrote the Tao Te Ching day and night, but the more the Tao Te Ching comes, the harder it becomes. Considering that Huanglong’s martial arts are right in front of him, Jiang Yan had to give up first in order to maintain his fate, because Xuan Ling Wuxue once said that he had no defensive moves, Jiang Yan spent a lot of money to buy a few martial arts to practice first.

In this way, five days passed in a blink of an eye.

The Huanglong Martial Arts has finally arrived.
Chapter completed!