Simulated Cultivation of Immortals: The beginning of the game is full of comprehension

Lu Jianxing bowed and asked the two little guys.

The demon spirit was distracted and was killed by Li Xiangzhen. At this moment, the little guy also woke up leisurely.

Blinking his eyes, he supported Li Xiang in a daze.

"Brother, I'm so sleepy."

"Brother, who is he and what is he asking?"

The little guy looked up at Lu Jianxing, his head tilted slightly to one side.

Seeing the person coming, the third child stretched out his hand to protect Li Xiang and the little guy behind him.

Carrying a sickle, he looked at Lu Jianxing with some vigilance.

He doesn't like this person very much.

He was arrested for no reason. If Mr. Su Qinsu hadn't come to rescue him, he might have been escorted to the county by now.

"What do you want to do!"

"Stay away from my child!"

"Don't be nervous. A demon has entered the county and we are in urgent need of help from Confucianism and Taoism."

"These two are Mr. Su's apprentices. It would be best if they could contribute."

"If you can't, it doesn't matter. I would like to invite some of you to go to the inner hall of the Demon Slaying Department. After all, you are Mr. Su's disciples. If you are injured, it will not be easy for me to explain."

Lu Jianxing stood aside and explained softly.

"If Mr. Su had taught you some amazing articles, or some country-preserving poems."

"I also invite the young gentleman to go to the inner hall and write something on rice paper."

Hearing this, Li Xiang suddenly became curious.

"Articles and poems?"

"Yes! Articles and poems!"

"If you can have the blessing of Haoran Qi, when writing these things, recall the artistic conception taught by your teacher in your mind, and you can write some calligraphy treasures."

Lu Jianxing looked at Li Xiang and Zhao Zheng expectantly.

Although these two are still young.

But come to think of it, a student of the great Confucian scholar of heaven and earth.

No matter what, it cannot be deduced by common sense.

The earth dragon from before was managed to be killed by their care.

"calligraphy?"

"What it is?"

Li Xiang was a little confused.

"The calligraphy is perfect and the pen is sharp."

"If you have poems and articles that have been taught by a teacher, when you write them, you can recall the artistic conception taught by the teacher in your mind, and you will be able to use the words on the paper to write a bit of momentum, and you will be blessed by the awe-inspiring aura."

"Although the calligraphy treasure is not a spiritual treasure, it can still deter evil spirits. Now that evil spirits have entered the city, it is extremely dangerous for brothers like me to go out. If we can have a calligraphy treasure in our arms, the chance of survival will be greatly increased.

"

"Little sir, if you remember the articles taught by the teacher, you can try writing them."

As Lu Jianxing spoke, he stretched out his hand again and again to signal the third child to put down his sickle and invite them to go to the inner hall of the Demon Slaying Department.

He has already sent people to prepare paper and ink.

Ink treasures can be divided into two categories. One is to copy the artistic conception of the predecessors. When the pen is written, it can get some of the artistic conception of the predecessors and attract the blessing of awe-inspiring energy.

It's just that this thing doesn't last long. It will lose its effectiveness after a few days at most, and the awe-inspiring aura above it will dissipate with the wind.

The other type is one who has great talent, comprehends the world and human relations, expresses his feelings from his heart, writes a truly shocking article, is recognized by the world, and has a majestic aura that can last forever in the world.

But how could such a spiritual creature be found in their remote town?

Every time the Demon Slayer Division goes out to handle a case, it is already very difficult to obtain a safe guide from Mr. Qi from Qingyun Study Hall.

Lu Jianxing looked at Li Xiang and Zhao Zheng.

These two people are both disciples of Su Qin. If they can write something, even if it doesn't have to be too strong, it can help them get through today's difficulties, which will be a very comfortable thing.

After all, these are our brothers.

If it were folded here, Lu Jianxing would feel sad.

"I wonder what you two young gentlemen think."

"Well, senior brother, senior brother, did your uncle teach you anything? 0.0"

"I just woke up not long ago, and the master didn't give me a proper lecture. He just told me to take a rest and stop thinking."

The little guy muttered to himself.

The third child also looked at himself, and he was also curious about what Li Xiang learned from following Su Qin.

"Forehead……"

Feeling everyone's gaze, Li Xiang felt slightly stressed.

No, I'm only three years old. Can you treat me like a child?

"You can try it."

"However, I have not yet reached the level of Confucianism. The pen given by the teacher can stimulate some awe-inspiring aura, but I don't know if I can write the calligraphy you want."

"That's very good! Then I'd better trouble you, little sir."

Lu Jianxing got out of the way and asked them to go into the inner hall.

When passing by the door, Li Xiang glanced at the surrounding villagers and the demon-slaying officer.

He frowned again.

Six of the officials of the Demon Slaying Department are haunted by demonic spirits, but they have not yet had an attack.

Four of the villagers also went crazy. They were tied up and left at the door, under guard.

The speed at which this demonic spirit spreads is simply bizarre.

Once the fire of desire is ignited, the demonic spirit can have an impact on the people around it within an extreme period of time.

At this rate, I am afraid that after tomorrow, the entire population of Chiyang County will be haunted by demons, turned into evil ghosts, and burned by the fire of desire.

"Little sir?"

"Little line student?"

"Oh oh oh oh!"

Li Xiang was a little distracted.

Seeing the pain of these people, he felt a little unbearable.

They are not NPCs in the game, they are all living villagers.

He is a villager who lives in the same village as him!

Li Xiang slowly made up his mind.

Write some calligraphy to Lu Jianxing first, and after a while, find an opportunity to kill the demons for these people with great righteousness, so that they will not die in an unknown way.

Follow Lu Jianxing into the inner hall.

After crossing the threshold, a faint smell of blood came from inside the room.

"Forgive me, young sir."

"People from the Demon Slaying Department have too much contact with demons and often suffer injuries. There is a fishy smell in the room. Please don't blame me."

Although Li Xiang looked only six or seven years old, Lu Jianxing did not dare to neglect him at all.

After all, he is a disciple of a great Confucian.

I wonder if they can survive tonight.

If Zhang Xiao can't bring Master Qi back, this little guy won't be able to write a calligraphy treasure, and a lot of brothers in the Demon Slaying Department will probably die.

At this thought, Lu Jianxing frowned again.

You must study hard and remember the articles your teacher taught you.

With that said, Lu Jianxing took them to the study room in the inner hall, which is where he usually works.

He reached forward and pushed all the clutter on the table away, leaving it on the floor.

Lu Jianxing took out a few pieces of rice paper from the box, fixed them with stone seals, and signaled to Li Xiang that he could start.

Li Xiang looked at it and took out a unique style of writing brush from his sleeve.

It's Ran's bone pen.

The moment the pen was written down, Lu Jianxing's eyes moved.

As expected, he was a student of a great Confucian scholar, and the pens he used had such different reactions.

Li Xiang held the brush, dipped it in the ink polished by Lu Jianxing, looked at the rice paper and began to think.

What should I write?

The history of this world happened backwards. Basically, all the shocking articles that should be written have probably been written by our ancestors.

He didn't dare to write articles before the Spring and Autumn Period, and he might get into some big trouble.

For example, the "Tao Te Ching" should appear in the future, but it has been handed down for thousands of years.

This made Li Xiang feel very strange. It seemed that the history of this world was not just as simple as going backwards.

Think about it.

"Forget it, just this article. I think it has already been written by someone before me. I'll try to understand the artistic conception and maybe I can write it down in calligraphy."

Pick up the pen and put down the words.

Huo!

So ugly!

A bit of awe-inspiring energy lingered on his pen, and Li Xiang wrote slowly.

He recalled in his mind an article he had learned in a junior high school class a long time ago, an article he liked very much.

Looking back on the past, every bit of school life passed through my mind bit by bit.

The teacher's voice has long been forgotten.

The classmates' faces gradually became blurred.

The only thing I have not forgotten is the spirit conveyed by the teacher in that class, the momentum imprinted in the poems.

Accompanied by Li Xiang's writing.

In the room, an inexplicable momentum suddenly began to brew.

The entire Demon Slayer Division was surrounded by a strange artistic conception at this moment.

When I pick up the pen and put down the words, my awe-inspiring energy gathers.

The pale golden aura of awe-inspiring light shines through the paper like a rising sun.

Light up the entire study room.

As Li Xiang's strokes fell, an indescribable but exciting power was gathering in his soul.

"The heaven and earth have righteousness, and they are mixed and endowed with shapes."

"Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars."

"It is said to others..."

"Brother, what are you writing?"

"Why, how do you feel? Why does Zheng'er feel so warm in his heart?"

The little guy chanted softly.

The aura in the room was like the rising sun, rising slowly.

Look at the changes around you.

Lu Jianxing's eyes suddenly widened.

"This is……"

"Is this a calligraphy treasure above the yellow level?"

"You haven't finished writing yet and you've already entered the rank?"