My First Time Is Invincible

In the room, Meng Tianxuan was shocked as she watched Yang Chu practicing calligraphy with abandon.

"Oh my God, I signed up for the exam and got the Orb of Cultural Context. Not to mention the first day I entered the class, I won the European Sports Mantle, and the next day I became a sage and successor..."

As a mother, Meng Tianxuan realized that Yang Chu's talent in human nature was so high that it completely exceeded her imagination.

What's even more terrifying is that she has a vague feeling in her heart, as if this is just the beginning!

For Yang Chu, with Tiandao calligraphy in hand, calligraphy practice is practice. There is no need to rest at all. He can practice all night long and still feel energetic.

In the early morning, looking at the calligraphy handwriting piled up like a mountain in the room, Yang Chu nodded with satisfaction, finally letting him learn all the European style brushwork and layout.

There's nothing I can do about it, the way of writing is so abnormal.

If this matter spreads out, I am afraid that all the great calligraphers in the world will be beaten to death, because they may not be able to achieve what Yang Chu achieved in one night!

It is no exaggeration to say that Yang Chu is now a master of calligraphy.

"The most important thing in human nature is spirit, and this is especially true in calligraphy. This night of practicing calligraphy, my mental strength has almost doubled, and my soul has also grown significantly. The effect is really good!"

Yang Chu sighed inwardly, he hid it so well that Meng Tianxuan didn't notice it.

Meng Tianxuan has always been with Yang Chu. Seeing Yang Chu's performance, the maternal brilliance in her body shines more and more.

After taking some "milk" and elixirs, Yang Chu went to school with her mother.

During the day, there is nothing more than reading, eating, and going to the toilet. There is nothing surprising about it.

After school, Yang Chu came to the Calligraphy Garden as usual and found that besides Wu Guanyun, there was an old man with a fairy-like style, fair hair and a beautiful face. He looked smiling and very kind and kind.

This old man is Wang Ruzhi, the master of Hongchen Academy, a semi-sage in the world, comparable to the supreme being.

Yang Chu recognized him and unexpectedly alerted him.

When Wang Ruzhu saw Yang Chu, he looked at her carefully, the smile on his face became gentler, and he nodded secretly, feeling astonished in his heart.

Because in fact, no matter who looks at Yang Chu, the feeling they get in the end points to two words - perfect!

If Wang is so advanced in cultivation, his feeling will be even stronger.

While flipping his hands, Wang Rushi handed something to Yang Chu and said: "Little Yang Chu, I am Wang Rushi. There is a pair of gold medals here. You should refine them immediately so that you can use them to enter and leave the Confucian Temple in the future.

However, you have to remember to keep things confidential!

You should know that competition among countries in the world is fierce, and there is also competition among academies. People's hearts are sinister, and it is inevitable that there will be people who are jealous of the good and the capable. Until you grow up, you should always keep a low profile! "

Yang Chu nodded, slowly refining two jade tablets, and the work was quite satisfactory. He did not start the Heavenly Sacrifice and scare the two old masters.

After the sacrifice was completed, Wang Ru explained how to use it, watched it patiently, and smiled at Yang Chu: "Go!"

Yang Chu activated one of the gold medals, and a door opened in front of him, with darkness behind him. He stepped in and immediately came to the Confucian Temple.

As soon as Yang Chu entered it, he suddenly felt the strong humanistic aura and the aura of worldly treasures. He couldn't help being shocked. He turned around and looked around, and his expression changed.

I saw a statue of a humane sage standing around like a mountain, with different heights and different sizes. They were all ancient and densely packed. I was as small as an ant among them.

"This is the Hongchen Ancestral Temple of Hongchen Academy?!"

Yang Chu was shocked. He didn't expect that he would be sent here to practice.

Among the academies, the best place for cultivation is actually the Confucian Temple, but the Confucian Temple is a quiet place, a sacred place for humanity, where the Holy Spirit resides. If there is nothing important, please do not disturb it.

Only those who have inherited the mantle of the sages and inherited the sages and sages can enter and study.

Yang Chu is now the successor of the sage Ouyang Xun's unique calligraphy skills, and is certainly qualified to enter the Confucian Temple to study.

However, Yang Chu did not expect to enter the Hongchen Ancestral Temple. He thought he was going to the calligraphy garden or the small temple in the Ziyuan!

Bathed in the vast sea of ​​humanistic spiritual energy and worldly precious energy, Yang Chu is welcome, and the heavenly breathing method is running, constantly absorbing it.

In order for the human celestial body to grow, there is a great need for this precious energy.

Looking around, I saw a statue lit up with holy light, and the Holy Spirit appeared. It was the great calligrapher Ouyang Xun.

Yang Chu was in awe, feeling the incomparable holiness and greatness, his heart was surging, and he exclaimed in his heart: "Is this the majestic appearance of the sages and the Holy Spirit?!"

At this moment, a ray of auspicious holy light was emitted from the eyes of the Holy Spirit and fell on Yang Chu.

Yang Chu suddenly felt a surge of meaning and enlightenment in his heart. He felt that the European style brushwork and layout he had learned came to his mind and produced many mysterious changes.

Just when Yang Chu was enlightened, the system prompt sounded in his mind: "Ding, host Yang Chu's first enlightenment has been detected, reward ability: full enlightenment of the way of heaven!"

[If you have flowers and evaluation votes, come and order some. Dear friends, there are so few of them these days, and I feel guilty for writing every word -_-||]