The harvest was great, I learned more techniques in one day than in three years.
After you master it a few times later, when you get to the secret realm of Xuntianjian, what kind of monsters are there to fight? Getting rich is the last word!
"Brother Nan!" Xie Xuan's abrupt voice startled Mu Nan: "You have a sinister look on your face, you obviously have no good intentions!"
On weekdays, Xianyiju doesn't even see a ghost, but today it feels a bit overcrowded.
Mu Nan Liyu stood up straight with an innocent look on his face.
Xie Xuan visited again, definitely to find out what the commander-in-chief said to him. He couldn't help but secretly thought about his words in his heart, then glanced at Xie Xuan and asked, knowingly: "What's the matter?"
"Oh! That's it, help me think of a poem! It's majestic and majestic, it makes me tall and mighty!" Xie Xuan sat down on the stone bench, looked at the mess in the courtyard, and continued: "Brother Nan, you are so Did he fail, or was he robbed?"
"Oh! Want a poem?"
I prepared a few breaths of words that I thought were perfect, but they were useless. It was like a punch on cotton, and I always felt a little uncomfortable.
Mu Nan did not even explain the situation in the hospital. He looked at Xie Xuan's figure in surprise and asked, "What do you want a poem for? It also needs to be majestic and majestic!"
"Hehe!" Xie Xuan jumped up from the stool, and a tomcat's breath filled the air: "Isn't the Nine-Year-One Sect coming to visit? It will take two days before the secret realm is opened. I don't know who is ready to come. There is a poetry recital meeting held among the guests, and they say that one should practice elegance without forgetting it, so why don’t I show off my skills?"
Mu Nan looked at Xie Xuan with squinting eyes. Ever since Mu Nan entered the Tianxuan Prison, the two like-minded people had grown tired of being together. It was hard for him not to know what he was pretending to be.
"As expected, Brother Nan knows me best. There is a female cultivator in the Jiuyi Sect named Xie Huaiwei. She looks so angry that people hate her! The key is that I found out that she is also participating! Then I have to behave well." Xie Xuan smacked his lips, then nodded solemnly and said, "If you and I become a couple, I will be good to her for the rest of my life!"
"Haha, Xiao Xuanzi, you have been treating Xie Huaiwei well all your life. What if the twelve people in front of you get jealous?" Mu Nan joked.
Xie Huaiwei is already the thirteenth person Xie Xuan is prepared to treat her well for the rest of his life.
"I was young and didn't understand love before!" Xie Xuan nodded heavily: "I understand now!"
"Xuanzi, didn't you find a mirror to look at? You and Xie Huaiwei... don't get along!" Mu Nan looked at Xie Xuan and continued teasingly: "You can get your mouth when you jump up?"
"It's not about being tall, just having a mouth! Besides, why don't we match each other? My master, Tao Li Shenxian, said that I am the second most talented disciple he has ever seen." Xie Xuan raised his head and added: "It turns out that I am the first Come on, I don’t know who the hell, Foundation Establishment made such a big fuss, which made me become the second best..."
"By the way, how did you know that I can write poetry?" Mu Nan interrupted Xie Xuan's words. The damn thing he was talking about was right in front of him.
"I guessed it!" Xie Xuan's face was like flipping through a book, with a flattering smile and helplessness at the same time: "I was thinking that your handwriting is good, and you should be able to recite poems and make moonlight, unlike me. I can’t even write well!”
Mu Nan's calligraphy is famous in Xuntianjian: delicate yet vigorous, elegant yet steady, which is pleasing to the eye.
With his good calligraphy skills, he earned a lot of spiritual stones. Many of his disciples who had just been assigned residences had to ask him to make a few strokes when changing their door plaques.
"I do know a little, not much." Mu Nan said modestly.
"The whole song, I'll use it first." Xie Xuan casually took out a small notebook and a writing brush, moistened the tip of the pen with saliva, and pricked up his ears like a primary school student taking notes.
"Yeah! Listen up!" Seeing that Xie Xuan was rarely so serious, Mu Nan cleared his throat and said casually: Wangyue. How about Dai Zongfu? Qilu is still young. The clock of creation is beautiful, and the yin and yang cut off the dawn. Zeng Yun was born in the chest, and he reached the top of the mountain to see all the small mountains at a glance.
Primary school students must memorize ancient poems, why don't they just start speaking?
Xie Xuan soaked the tip of his pen with saliva one after another, and words like spiders crawled quickly appeared on the silk paper.
However, in Mu Nan's opinion, it was a bit of a waste of paper.
"What is Daizong?"
"It's the name of the mountain!"
"Where's Qilu?"
"It's a place name!" As Xie Xuan asked, Mu Nan felt a little homesick.
In the previous life, my home was separated from the land of Qilu by a wall, and it was the decisive place for King Wu to conquer Zhou.
"Good poem, really good poem!" Xie Xuan dried the ink on the silk paper and carefully held it in his arms: "I'll go back and memorize it first, so as not to make a fool of myself later!"
Mu Nan looked at him swallowing the jujube without knowing what it meant. He always felt that he had failed to live up to the eternal reputation of the poet.
After seeing Xie Xuan off, he was ready to tidy up the small courtyard.
Looking around, there are pits, copper, black and smoke. For those who don’t know, I really thought Xianyiju had been robbed.
While sorting out, Mu Nan suddenly had a whim.
Since the Double Lotus Blue Fire can turn copper into copper water, why not reshape the original cauldron in the courtyard?
"Everything is encompassed, but it will eventually turn into ashes! Double lotuses and blue fire!"
The bronze on the ground melted rapidly in the fire. Mu Nan used his spiritual power to wrap the copper juice and carefully shape it...
I have to admit that his sense of beauty is indeed too lacking.
Moreover, in the control of spiritual power, there is a gap compared to the powerful one. You cannot turn the spiritual power into lines at will, so that your mind thinks of it, but your hands fail to keep up.
The final product looks like a bowl but not a bowl, looks like a basin but not a basin, and is neither fish nor fowl, but it definitely does not look like a bronze tripod.
"Anyway, the big cauldron placed in the courtyard is just a decoration. This bronze sculpture looks very good. Why not name it the source of life!" After Mu Nan comforted himself, he became more and more satisfied as he looked at it. He couldn't help admiring his own sculpture. Masterpiece nodded repeatedly.
Finally, he did not forget to use his spiritual power to control Li Huo, and engraved four big characters on the basin.
The source of life.
After finishing all this, Mu Nan sat cross-legged on the jade futon and practiced again.
Xie Xuan is already in the middle stage of foundation building. He has just established the foundation. Now with the help of the jade futon, he has to catch up.
But God doesn't follow people's wishes.
Xie Xuan is here again!
"Brother Nan! Quick, come with me!" Xie Xuan seemed a little impatient. He took Mu Nan's arm and walked out of the hospital without saying anything. He glanced at the source of life, licked his lips and asked: " Brother Nan, is this... a bit blatant?"
"What do you know? Art!"
"Is this what art is like?" Xie Xuan scratched his head and pulled him towards the guest room again.
Mu Nan followed confusedly and asked, "Xuanzi, why are you so angry?"
"They said the poem you wrote for me was useless!" Xie Xuan looked helpless.
How can it be? How can the poet's poems be said to be moaning without any illness?
Mu Nan couldn't help but be surprised, and even a little bit indignant and sharing the same hatred with the enemy.
He wanted to see what kind of person dared to speak so brazenly!
When the two of them arrived at the poetry recital in anger, they suddenly realized what they were doing.
The poem will have a theme, and the waning moon will be the object of the poem!
The poet's view of the mountain has been passed down through the ages and is majestic, but it does not mean that the moon is crescent.
No wonder Xie Xuan groaned without illness.
The person who presided over the poetry recital meeting was Zhong Ting, the sixth seat of the Ten Banners, a powerful pill-forming expert.
Tonight, she did not wear the custom-made python robe of the Inspector as before, but instead wore a top with lower skirt, round sleeves and collar, and a mid-seam sash. It was light and elegant, and paired with that soft face and half-parted crotch. Her bun, generous conversation, and ethereal voice made many male cultivators feel attracted to her.
"...This is a poem by Xie Huaigu from Yizhu Peak of Jiudaomen. Let's take a look at what he has to say: The bright moon hangs in the sky, with only one tooth missing and half of it. If there were more half a tooth, it would definitely be ten May is full!..."
