After a busy day, Liu Qingxi and others have already gone back to their houses to watch the New Year. Moreover, after a busy day, it is time for everyone to relax and have a rest.
In the dormitory, Su Ping'an was sitting cross-legged on his bed, meditating on the Asparagus tree inside his body.
After not seeing each other for a while, the Oncidia tree in his body has undergone earth-shaking changes.
The Aspergillus tree, which used to be only as tall as a person, has now grown to three to four meters tall, and the tree body is already as thick as an adult's thigh.
The whole tree not only has dense branches and leaves, and a vigorous canopy, but the surrounding cultural atmosphere is also more intense and abundant, like an auspicious cloud, always shrouding the top of the Asparagus tree.
Around the tree trunk, there are two golden rays of light shining on the left and right.
If you look carefully, the word "Martial Arts" flashes on the left, which is shining brightly; the light flashing on the right is slightly dimmer, and you need to look carefully to see it. The two flashing words are "Fantasy"!
"It appeared so early this time?!"
Su Ping'an was slightly surprised when he saw this change on the Wenxin tree.
Because he remembered that when the word "Martial Arts" appeared, it was only after the completion of "Tianlong" that it was recognized by Tiandi Dao. However, now that "Dou Po" is still being serialized, he did not expect that it had already been recognized by Tiandi Dao.
, and condensed the 'Tao Yun', which is indeed a bit surprising.
However, it is a good thing that the Asparagus tree has changed.
After Su Ping'an realized it carefully, he could also feel the benefits that the word 'fantasy' brought to him. He could feel that his literary spirit became more refined and solidified, and the foundation of his Literary Heart Tree became more and more stable.
powerful.
The spirit of the fox demon suppressed in the Wenxin tree was still trying to shake the Wenxin tree at first, but after adding the word "fantasy" to suppress it, the spirit of the fox demon became much more honest.
"The old Confucian sage finally didn't lie to me on this point. Otherwise, I would really be tricked to death by him!"
Su Pingan couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
Even though he usually seems to be joking and not doing anything right, inside he also has his own pressure.
He has always been thinking about getting into the official rankings and having his works published in the Holy Journal of the Academy of Arts. All this is not just for the sake of fame. His real goal is to make himself stronger.
He has not forgotten the promise he made to the original owner when he traveled back in time.
"Don't worry, when I accumulate enough strength, I will definitely return to the capital of God and help you avenge the revenge of being framed back then!"
Su Ping'an's eyes were blazing, with literary energy surging in his eyes and full of fighting spirit.
The original owner of this body was framed and drugged together with the book boy around him, and then was maimed in a competition...
That opponent was still a disciple of the Literary Academy founded by the Confucian sage himself. After so many years, his strength had also improved greatly. If Su Pingan wanted to take revenge, he would have to be at least in the realm of a literary master to be sure.
Fortunately, Su Pingan is making progress every day...
Now, with the momentum of "Dou Po" and the fact that "Tianlong" and "Xiao Qian" are now valued again, the three books now bring him a lot of literary spirit every day.
Su Ping'an sensed his current level of cultivation. Unknowingly, he had broken through the original level and reached the third level of the scribe. Moreover, the speed of increase in literati was quite astonishing.
However, the further you go in your cultivation, the more literary spirit you need, and it is not as easy as you think to break through to the realm of a literary master.
“Everything has a long way to go!”
Su Pingan breathed a sigh of relief, but instead of feeling stressed, he was full of motivation.
Life is all about having goals!
…
And on this New Year’s Eve night.
The divine capital of Zhongzhou.
The forbidden area behind the literary college.
Under the starry sky, the Liangtian Pen still stood there, motionless.
But suddenly, a star river fell, and strange power began to be carved on the sky measuring pen again.
Not long after, there was another shining big character on the pen - Fantasy!
boom!
When the words were completed, the measuring pen trembled and buzzed, as if it was about to take off from the ground.
While it was trembling, a ray of holy light as white as a feather suddenly fell from the sky, and wisps of the power of the Tao Yun Law floated down and were continuously injected into the Liangtian Brush.
Under the nourishment of this strong Taoist rhyme, the end of the broken barrel of Liangtian Pen suddenly began to slowly recover, like water dripping from a bucket. Although the recovery speed was very slow, it only took a while to recover.
It stopped. At first glance, the Liangtian Brush seems to be no different from the original one.
However, this is already very rare for Liangtian Brush.
Sacred vessels can never be treated as ordinary objects.
If you want to repair the sacred artifact, you can only cultivate it with the charm of Taoism. But in this world, except for the saints, who else can cultivate the charm of Taoism.
Now that the Liangtian Brush can be restored even a little bit, it will be indescribably precious to the national destiny of Daxuan Kingdom.
…
The next day is the first day of the Lunar New Year, which also represents the arrival of the new year.
When I opened the door in the early morning, there was a vast expanse of white outside.
It snowed heavily overnight, and the snow outside is now knee-deep, which makes it difficult for many people to travel, so Qingfeng Restaurant is not in a hurry to open its doors.
But Xiao Fuzi was very excited. He rushed upstairs in the backyard early in the morning and shouted while he was still in the corridor, "Brother Su, get up quickly, let's have a snowball fight together!"
Creak...
Xiao Fuzi was already very familiar with Su Pingan, so after going upstairs, he opened the door and barged in.
But when he came inside the house, Xiao Fuzi was instantly dumbfounded.
Because he glanced towards Su Pingan's bed and saw that there were not just Su Pingan alone, but two people lying on the bed.
What's even more unbelievable is that the other person is...a woman?!
"ah……"
The moment Xiao Fuzi saw this scene, his face turned red with embarrassment. After letting out a strange scream, he quickly turned around in a panic, closed the door and left quickly.
And Su Ping'an, who heard Xiao Fuzi's strange scream, finally woke up.
He was still a little confused. He rubbed his groggy eyes and slowly sat up. He also muttered: "This little lucky boy, what is the name of a blind ghost so early in the morning? Could it be that he has seen a ghost..."
Su Ping'an froze before even saying the word 'cheng'.
Because he has noticed that there is actually a woman with a graceful figure lying on his bed?!
For a moment, Su Ping'an thought he was dreaming.
He rubbed his eyes and looked again, the woman was still there...
I saw that woman, with long hair hanging down her shoulders. I couldn't see her face clearly for a while, but her smooth jade shoulders exposed outside the quilt, and the uneven body curves under the quilt, made people want to take a look at it.
The urge to do bad things.
"Fuck, who are you?!"
After Su Pingan was stunned for a long time, he finally couldn't help but jumped up from the bed and shouted.
She looked very much like the girl who woke up in the morning in her previous life and suddenly found that she had been slept with...