Seeing Xu Yan sinking into thought, Yang Zhiyuan's face looked a little bitter.
He studied calligraphy with his teacher and spent a lot of time on it, but in the end he never reached the threshold that the master said.
Even Master only left two paintings with such flesh-and-blood characters until the very end.
Look at Xu Yan again. He is young and has the reputation of being a miracle doctor, but it is inexplicable that he writes such words.
He, Yang Zhiyuan, was not a god, so while he admired him, he also had a lot of sadness and even a hint of helpless jealousy.
Sighing, he continued: "My master once said before his death that writing and calligraphy are just like drawing the ears of tigers and dogs. There is no need to be too obsessed with it."
"I originally thought that my master knew that I was stupid and didn't want me to spend my whole life unable to touch the threshold, so he deliberately comforted me."
"Now that I see my husband doing this casually, I feel really complicated. I somewhat believed my master's last words, but I don't understand. Since it is a small path, why can't I touch the threshold of this small path?"
Seeing his agitated mood, Layman Lingbao was a little worried and said quickly: "Mr. Xu, can you tell me about your experience of writing this kind of calligraphy? Maybe it will be of great benefit to Brother Zhiyuan!"
Xu Yan nodded, but then shook his head and said: "Of course you can, but I also have a request. If you have the chance, can you let me see the old man's legacy?"
Yang Zhiyuan was stunned and said in surprise: "Mr. Xu, are you really willing to teach me?"
"Of course you can read the calligraphy, but now there is only one of Mr.'s calligraphy left. It is kept in his old residence. You have to go to the provincial capital to see it!"
Xu Yan thought for a while and said with a smile: "Then let's go to the provincial capital sometime and have a look around!"
"Actually, what I said before was also true. This kind of word was written by accident."
"If I have to talk about technique, there is only one point, which is to integrate all the mental thoughts and thoughts into the meaning of the words."
"For example, when I write about tranquility, it is extremely quiet thoughts. Some fish leap over the dragon's gate, which makes the energy and blood in my body appear like a fish leaping over the dragon's gate!"
As he spoke, he paused again and saw that Yang Zhiyuan's face was full of bitterness.
Lingbao also smiled bitterly and said: "Mr. Xu, your handwriting is aura, is this the reason for it?"
"Is this because you are a Huajin warrior, so the essence, energy and spirit can be combined into one and integrated into the words? Brother Zhiyuan and I are both ordinary people, isn't it completely out of the question?"
Xu Yan frowned and thought.
In fact, he really thought about this matter carefully. The initial inspiration was to suppress things and nightmares, but later he discovered that Qi can be integrated into words. In the final analysis, it is all based on Qi!
These qi are not only the qi flowing in the meridians, but also include one's own essence and spirit.
The process is like this, but why is it like this?
Qi can help people heal their illnesses, make them become powerful warriors, and even turn words and objects into spiritual beings. What's the reason behind this?
Xu Yan actually didn't know that he came here just to discuss this with the two of them!
"Perhaps, you can give it a try!" Xu Yan mused, quietly looking at the two of them with his qi-gazing technique, and suddenly spoke.
Yang Zhiyuan and Lingbao were both stunned and confused.
Xu Yan smiled and said: "I think you two are actually not ordinary people, especially lay people!"
"I heard that this Lingbaozhai is passed down from ancestors, and the method of identifying spiritual objects is also passed down from the ancestors of lay people?"
"In addition to the treasures passed down from ancestors, laymen should also have some methods of self-cultivation, right?"
Layman Lingbao was startled and frowned suspiciously.
But after thinking about it, I found that the contact with Xu Yan was all on his own initiative, not Xu Yan's deliberate design.
After thinking for a while, he said strangely: "That's true. How did Doctor Xu see it?"
Xu Yanxiao, "I am a doctor, and I also practice the art of Daoyin. In common terms, I refine my energy and maintain my health!"
At this time, Yang Zhiyuan suddenly said in shock: "It's a coincidence that when my master was still alive, he still retained the habit of health-preserving skills in his early years. I once asked, does it seem to be a simple guidance technique?"
Xu Yan's eyes brightened slightly, "That makes more sense. To inject spiritual light into words or objects, what is actually needed is Qi. Use Qi to mobilize our own Qi, blood and spirit and inject it into it!"
"It's really complicated to say, but lay people should know whether spiritual objects have similar means of nourishment."
Layman Lingbao's face trembled, and he said with a wry smile: "I originally wanted to ask for advice to improve my knowledge, but instead I have to pour out the practical information first... Well, there is indeed some!"
"Speaking of which, some spiritual objects can indeed be nourished. Of course, they must be suppressed objects. Nightmare objects cannot, as they will backfire."
"The method of nourishment is also simple. Concentrate on reciting the scriptures and nourish it with Qi... Huh?"
Layman Lingbao was stunned when he said this. Xu Yan said with a smile: "Look, in essence, it is still using Qi to mobilize Qi, blood and spirit to nourish it. Isn't it the same as writing?"
"Hiss! It's true!" Lingbao said strangely: "I will always be able to cooperate with the method that Brother Zhiyuan is pursuing so hard?"
"No, no, if it's the same thing, then if you can use this method to write words with spiritual light, wouldn't it also be possible to directly create spiritual objects? I have never heard of anyone making spiritual objects!"
Xu Yan suddenly asked: "Lingbaozhai handles a lot of monsters, right? Is it possible that they are all born and raised?"
Lingbao's brows suddenly jumped, he looked at Xu Yan with a strange expression and murmured: "It shouldn't be... So, there are really people from this world?"
Xu Yan frowned, what kind of people are outsiders?
But Yang Zhiyuan couldn't sit still after hearing this, and said anxiously: "You two, what are you talking about? We are talking about writing, writing words with aura and spirit!"
Layman Lingbao frowned and pondered, not knowing what he was thinking of.
Xu Yan turned around and said with a smile: "Master Yang, don't worry, as I just said, lay people refining qi, in fact you also have qi to use!"
"If I guess correctly, do you also have a spiritual object that is always with you?"
Yang Zhiyuan was startled, and then he took out a bald and worn-out writing brush from his underwear, "Is this the brush Mr. Xu is talking about? It is a relic left by my master. The layman said it has not yet reached the level of a spiritual object...
…Wait a minute, how did Mr. Xu know?”
"I also know a little bit about diagnostic methods!" Xu Yan smiled.
Master Lingbao came back to his senses and looked at Yang Zhiyuan in surprise.
The aura of this writing brush is very weak, but it can be seen through the clothes. Is this something that I know a little bit?
"Master Yang is reluctant to use this pen, right? How about trying to write with this pen according to the method we just mentioned?" Xu Yan suddenly said.
Yang Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment and said blankly: "What are you writing about?"
"Write what you want to write most, what can immerse you most and mobilize your energy and spirit." Xu Yan thought for a while, "Maybe you can write about respecting teachers?"
Yang Zhiyuan was very curious. With the encouragement of layman Lingbao, he laid out the paper and ground it. He looked at the blank paper with an old pen and lost himself in thought, trying to find a feeling.
As he immersed himself in the method just now, Master Lingbao was suddenly surprised to find that the spiritual light on the bald pen in his hand was getting slightly stronger!
"Jing Qi Shen, spirit guides Qi!" Xu Yan explained in a low voice.
Lingbao's eyes sparkled and he stared at this scene with wide eyes, always feeling like he was about to witness the birth of a miracle.
Standing in front of the table, Yang Zhiyuan entered an inexplicable state, seeming to be in a trance and sluggish.
But the hand holding the pen began to tremble, and his whole body was dripping with cold sweat in a trance, seeming to be in great pain.
Layman Lingbao was a little worried, but Xu Yan, who had been observing at this time, suddenly stepped forward, took out a silver needle, and pricked several acupuncture points around Yang Zhiyuan's body!
"???" Layman Lingbao was confused, but then he stared in shock!
He unexpectedly discovered that as Xu Yan performed the acupuncture, Yang Zhiyuan suddenly started to shake, and it looked like a suffocated and swirling Qi suddenly became smoother!
The next moment, Yang Zhiyuan's eyes were filled with sparkles. He leaned over the pen and wrote a few big words: Hide your strength and bide your time!
"Aura, there is aura!" Layman Lingbao suddenly trembled and shouted in shock!
"Shh!" Xu Yan quickly stopped him, but in the blink of an eye he saw Yang Zhiyuan holding a pen and laughing loudly, then fell on his back!
"Brother Zhiyuan!" The two men exclaimed and hurried forward.