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

The pen falls in the storm, and the poem turns into weeping ghosts and gods!

In this world where humanity suppresses everything, the existence of Confucianism and Taoism is so special.

Understanding the heaven and earth, understanding human relations, and reaching a high level of inner understanding can lead to great righteousness.

If you can write down that kind of artistic conception, you can even create a shocking article that will be loved by heaven.

Such a privilege makes other races extremely envious.

Why does God treat human beings so differently?

Maybe, this is the character of the protagonist of heaven and earth.

It's just a pity that the great catastrophe is coming, and all races are about to compete for the leading role in the world. I don't know if the human race can still stand at the forefront.

No gossip.

But it’s the Demon Slayer Division’s side.

As Li Xiang's crooked handwriting fell, the rich aura of awe-inspiringness on the plain rice paper intensified.

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.

To others, it is said to be vast and overwhelming.

The imperial road should be Qing Yi, Hanhe Tu Mingting.

The time has come and gone, and the pictures are drawn one by one.

…

The crooked calligraphy on the rice paper looked ugly.

But I don't know why, although this handwriting is ugly, there is an unspeakable sharpness in the strokes of the pen.

The intention is in the bones, not in the form.

Just like a person who is proud and proud, he stands tall and proud.

The poem has not yet been completed, but various visions have already been born.

Just like the great sun rising in the east, it waves across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

From the study room to the inner hall, from the inner hall to the entire Demon Slayer Division's courtyard, the rich awe-inspiring righteousness was born out of thin air, like flowing clouds, spinning around the Demon Slayer Division.

The yellow-level calligraphy treasure was born, and various anomalies emerged one after another.

Lu Jianxing's expression changed continuously as he looked straight at him.

He, a martial artist from a small county town, had never seen such a scene.

The pen fell in the storm, and the poem turned into weeping ghosts and gods.

Lu Jianxing was extremely satisfied with the thought that he could write a poem full of awe-inspiring aura.

Unexpectedly, Li Xiang was able to directly write high-quality calligraphy. It was simply outrageous.

Outside the house, the awe-inspiring energy flows like clouds, rushing through everyone's body, purifying all evil spirits.

In the courtyard, there were many villagers and demon-slaying officials who were haunted by demons. At this moment, they all regained their clarity.

Although the demon spirit in the body was not distracted and killed, it was no longer disturbed mentally.

In the study room.

Li Xiang held the pen and his strokes became smoother and smoother. He wrote big characters one after another on the rice paper.

Although the handwriting is mottled, the majestic righteousness and the proud momentum are getting stronger and stronger.

This is Wen Tianxiang's song of righteousness. He generously sacrificed money for justice and composed it in prison. It has its loyalty, its pride, and its praise of righteousness.

The whole poem is majestic and majestic, with pride soaring into the clouds, what is iron bones, loyalty and righteousness, what is awe-inspiring righteousness, and the feelings of scholars, all are concentrated in this righteous song.

The majestic mountains and rivers overwhelm the past and present.

One stroke after another, Li Xiang seemed to have really returned to his former campus.

Looking at the record of Wen Tianxiang's life in the first sentence of the book, the image of Wen Tianxiang calmly dying and standing proudly emerged in his mind.

The writing became smoother and smoother, and in the end, there was no ink in the pen tip and there was no space left on the rice paper.

Li Xiang held the pen and started writing directly in the air.

The awe-inspiring energy condensed at the tip of his pen, and he continued to imprint one character after another.

Lu Jianxing, who was looking straight at him, was stunned.

Use the awe-inspiring energy as the ink, use the heaven and the earth as the case, and the article is made of nature. This is...

This is what it looks like to write a Xuan-level calligraphy treasure.

How can this be!

Calligraphy of this level can only be made by a great Confucian.

In front of him was a child who looked to be only six or seven years old. How could he possibly create a Mysterious level calligraphy treasure?

Li Xiang didn't care about him, and now it was his nature.

What is hidden front and what is a gentleman who does not stand under a dangerous wall, I have completely forgotten it.

I just want to completely recall Wen Tianxiang's momentum.

He was completely immersed in the emotion of remembering the sages of the past.

Looking up, he seemed to be able to see the great man whose character was immortal in prison.

Winters and summers came and went, and his family and country were destroyed, but they could not erase the righteousness in his heart.

He died generously and died calmly, leaving only Lingyun's pride and the righteousness that can support the sky.

The full text is so majestic and powerful that it permeates mountains and rivers. When Li Xiang wrote it, he felt a righteous energy condensing in his chest, and his whole body was filled with qi and blood.

When the emotions are so excited, even the energy and blood of the entire Demon Slaying Division are gently resonating.

Passionate, upright, and majestic!

This is the spirit of Zhengqi Song.

This is the spirit that has been passed down in this nation’s past.

A broken sword does not change its edge, and a missing moon does not change its brightness.

Snapped!

A little heavy ink is left at the end of the article.

The momentum was like a rainbow, crossing the mountains and rivers. Lu Jianxing, who was watching Li Xiang writing poems, felt that his blood was surging, and there were vague signs of a breakthrough.

"It's done!"

Li Xiang let out a breath and sat down on the chair tiredly.

at the same time.

With the end of Li Xiang's article writing.

A thunder sounded throughout the entire Demon Slayer Division.

In the clearing of the Demon Slayer Division, a strong aura of awe suddenly gathered.

The shadow of a skinny old man with shackles on his hands slowly condensed from the void and walked in the open space.

As he walked, he muttered something softly in his mouth, which continued to attract more awe-inspiring auras around him.

Ah, it’s a righteous song!

Waves of strong awe-inspiring righteousness gathered around him, turning into stars, sometimes mountains, and sometimes heroes in history one after another, interpreting the great meaning in the poem.

This was a vision caused by the birth of the Xuan-level calligraphy treasure, which actually simulated the appearance of Wen Tianxiang in people's imagination.

Extremely shocking.

The rich aura of aura was scattered in the Demon Slayer Department like a storm. Those who were possessed by the demon spirits suddenly felt a burst of clarity in the spiritual platform.

A kind of power that made them feel a little dizzy dissipated, and only the righteousness of family and country and passionate feelings remained in their hearts.

His energy and energy increased several times in succession.

In the spiritual platform, the awe-inspiring energy rolled across, killing the demon spirits one after another.

In such a strong aura environment, the distraction of these demon spirits is not worth mentioning. They are directly broken into the most basic soul fragments and absorbed by the host they possess.

On the contrary, it makes these people's spirits stronger.

In the study room.

Phew~

A large amount of sweat appeared on Li Xiang's forehead. He looked very weak and looked up in front of him.

Concentrating the awe-inspiring energy to write calligraphy consumes a lot of energy.

If I were not a warrior, I would probably collapse from exhaustion halfway through writing.

At this moment he felt tired from inside.

But there is an indescribable sense of joy in my heart.

Around him, one after another of awe-inspiring righteousness was constantly integrating into his body.

Although the writing of a peerless poem was preceded by predecessors, it is extremely rare in ancient times and modern times to be able to simulate this artistic conception to this extent.

Heaven and earth recognize it, and the awe-inspiring energy condenses.

Constantly filled with his dry aura.

Li Xiang even felt that one of the phantoms holding a scroll on his spiritual platform was shaking slightly, and the Dao lines under him began to continuously absorb Haoran Qi, nurturing those mysterious lines even more.

Solid.

In the haze, he seemed to hear the phantom softly reciting some scripture.

My energy and energy were rapidly recovering, and it didn't take long for me, who was originally exhausted, to become lively and energetic again.

Listening carefully, I feel that the verses are majestic and upright, as if they were songs of uprightness written by myself.

Looking at himself slightly, Li Xiang was even more surprised to find out.

My own Confucianism and Taoism cultivation have actually improved by a whole level.

It became the eighth grade of Confucianism and Taoism.

The rich Haoran Qi condensed in his heart, and the originally golden Haoran Qi became even richer now.

"Guardian, what are you doing?"

Li Xiang saw that after Lu Jianxing saw that he had finished writing, he quickly took out pieces of rice paper, printed them in the air, and collected the large characters condensed in the air.

"This little gentleman is truly a genius. He can write such an article at such a young age."

"I will do great things in the future!"

"This article is rare. It would be a pity if it disappeared like this. It should be collected on paper."

"This article is natural. Even if it is not a unique article created by myself, if I print it on paper, I can keep it for a year or two. When the time comes, I can use it to deal with monsters. It will be very convenient."

"In this case, I would rather write more about the little gentleman."

Lu Jianxing responded happily while collecting.

Li Xiang was able to write Xuan-level calligraphy, which was beyond his expectation.

As long as this thing exists and hangs in the Demon Slayer Division, the Demon Slayer Division will become the last piece of pure land in Chiyang County.

Unless this demonic spirit swallows up the entire city and grows into a young man, their lives are not in danger tonight.

Seeing that Lu Jianxing was busy collecting calligraphy treasures, Li Xiang did not bother him.

Then he focused more attention on his own mind.

This is where Haoran's righteousness gathers.

Scholars pay attention to a strong momentum, they would rather break than bend, and dare to admonish the dead.

No matter how the world changes, the blood in my heart will never cool down.

I copied the righteousness song once, and unexpectedly I gained a lot of righteousness, pushing my Confucianism and Taoism cultivation to the eighth level.

Confucianism and Taoism practice are special. It is not just as simple as saying you understand it.

He also considers your image to other people around you and your contribution to the nation, so Confucian scholars often enter and leave official positions for the purpose of spiritual practice.

Under the seventh level of the Extraordinary Road, there is an extremely large amount of accumulation stage, and there is no high technical difficulty.

Further up is where it gets more troublesome.

To break through the seventh level of Confucianism and Taoism, it is necessary to clarify one's intention and determine the path of one's original mind.

Now, it is not yet hot.

While thinking about it, there was suddenly another commotion outside the door.

He looked up and saw an old Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi.

Somewhat impatiently, he pushed open the door of the Demon Slayer Department and rushed in towards the inner hall.

Several policemen were behind him, but they couldn't catch him.

Before the people arrived, the sound came first.

"I didn't expect that there would be someone in this small county who could completely copy Lord Wen's poems! He wrote the calligraphy of Xuan level!"

"who is it!"

"I have been trapped in the eighth level for thirty years!"

"Let me open my eyes quickly and feel the artistic conception!"

"If I can make a breakthrough through this, I will definitely thank you very much!"