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Time flies, and during the day of practice, the concept of time will gradually become blurred for immortals.

Yang Xiu's life in cultivating immortals has returned to normal, to be precise, it is busier than before.

Now Yang Xiu is practicing the Heart Sutra and the Medication Fighting Skill at the same time. The two complement each other, which has greatly improved Yang Xiu's cultivation and doubled his daily meditation and practice time.

At the same time, Yang Xiu also had to study the remains and soul-catching talismans obtained from Situ Yong, and also found ways to repair the magic weapon in the painting... After a day, I felt always busy.

One of the things that made Yang Xiu very happy was that he finally understood the third of the "Hunyuan Sutra"!

Unlike what Yang Xiu imagined, this scripture cannot be used to assist in practice, nor is it a major practice technique, but a mantra for attacking spells.

In ancient times, Buddhism was extremely prosperous in immortal cultivation, and Taoism each occupied half of the human race's immortal cultivation.

Legend has it that among Buddhist practices, there are seven kinds of magic that are too powerful and practitioners kill countless lives, which is contrary to the Buddhist principle of compassion for the heavens and others, so they are listed as forbidden arts and collectively called the "Seven Forbiddens of Buddhism".

The spell, called "Immortal Hand" recorded in the Hunyuan Sutra, was created by the ancients imitated one of the seven forbidden things in Buddhism. This spell is extremely strong and fierce, and after full practice, it has the power to destroy and destroy.

I'm afraid no one would have thought that the entire ancient scripture teaches people how to calm down and practice step by step. The core content of the scriptures is actually a powerful killer weapon.

The one-third of the Hunyuan Sutra that Yang Xiumo recited only records the first two levels of magic. But even the first two levels require practitioners to have at least the fourth level of body tempering.

Yang Xiu couldn't help but think about what kind of cultivation should this magic reach the highest level?... or is it higher in Qihai period?

...

On this day, on Xiaomeng Mountain.

Yang Xiu splashed ink in a bamboo house and quickly completed a landscape painting on paper, using ink to depict the quiet bamboo forest in the depths of Xiaomeng Mountain, hiding the beautiful scene of the bamboo forest hidden in the bamboo forest.

Yang Xiu's sketching skills are good, but the level of Chinese painting is not even a third-rate. The reason I think of painting is because Yang Xiu saw in a classic that when painting and Chinese characters are matched together, there may be unexpected power.

With the broken magic weapon for painting scrolls in his hand, Yang Xiu naturally wanted to study it.

Lin Shuangchen, on the other side of the bamboo house, was sitting on the bamboo collapse, lowering his head to debug the guzheng. His fair neck had a fat-like luster, and it appeared and appeared behind his long black hair, bent into a beautiful curve with his shoulders. How could it be a beautiful word?

Since agreeing to accept Yang Xiu as his disciple, Lin Shuangchen has fully seen the thick-skinnedness of this cheap disciple. He was forced to squeeze into the study by Yang Xiusheng.

However, Lin Shuangchen is indifferent and does not care about these trivial matters. In her opinion, Yang Xiu is just a teenage boy after all.

At this time, Lin Shuangchen looked up slightly, saw the painting Yang Xiu was tinkering with, and shook gently, "Your drawing is too bad."

When Yang Xiu heard this, he turned around and saw Lin Shuangchen with a calm expression, and couldn't help but smile.

"I'm naturally not as good as you, the master, and it's better for us to write." Yang Xiuyangyangyang laughed and said.

"I'm not as good as you in writing." Lin Shuangchen lowered his head and continued to play with the Guzheng, his tone was still so plain, which made Yang Xiu feel discouraged.

From the inside out, I am a master who is not as good as the world's fireworks, and I can't even make me laugh. And as long as I don't talk to each other, the two people in the same room can do their own things and stay for several hours without saying a word.

Yang Xiu scratched his head boredly, turned around and continued to draw his masterpiece, trying to find a way to combine the scene in the painting with the words on the white paper.

After a while, Yang Xiu heard Lin Shuangchen say, "The people from Fanjing Mountain have left, so you can go back to Liushu Hall tomorrow."

When Yang Xiu heard this, he felt nervous and immediately stood up, thinking that this was not OK!

Not only is there a beautiful master accompanying his practice in Xiaomengshan, but also with personal experiences over the past few days, Yang Xiu felt that having a good master was too important. He would take many detours than when he was feeling the stones across the river before.

Moreover, Yang Xiu was about to break through to the third level of body quenching, and wanted to borrow the treasure land of Xiao Mengshan, so how could he leave like this?

"Master, don't worry about this,"

Yang Xiu stood five steps away from Lin Shuangchen and said with a smile: "As the saying goes, a master and apprentice are kind to a hundred days. Thanks to your teachings these days, my little disciple has made great progress in my cultivation. Now I shake my hands and leave. Am I the kind of ruthless person?"

Lin Shuangchen was used to Yang Xiu's smooth mouth and his head was not raised. Seeing this, Yang Xiu continued, "I know you like poetry and calligraphy, Master. I have already thought about it and are going to write a complete set of copybooks for the master."

As he spoke, Yang Xiu took out a page of rice paper from his arms and put it on the desk with a smile.

Lin Shuangchen Moth's head opened slightly, glanced at what Yang Xiu put down, and a trace of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

Because the beginning of this piece of paper is written with the three words "Thousand Character Text".

However, this thousand-character text is not the other thousand-character text. This article is one of the ancient Chinese enlightenment books and has been circulated from the Southern and Northern Dynasties. This short article consists of a thousand different Chinese characters, and every sentence is rhyme, and the single-themed essay is also of excellent quality.

For the cultivators in this world, the enlightenment of Thousand Characters is not very meaningful, but it is a very suitable practice copybook.

Lin Shuangchen saw the three beautiful big characters "Thousand Characters" at the beginning of the song "Thousand Characters", and his attention was already attracted. Looking down, there were several lines of very beautiful running script: "The heaven and earth are mysterious and yellow, the universe is vast and vast. The sun and the moon are full, and the city is full of heaven and earth. The cold is coming and going, the summer is passing, autumn is harvested and winter is hidden..."

Yang Xiu put a lot of effort into writing this thousand-character essay, and when he was in the best mood, he wrote it carefully and almost every word reached his best level.

Yang Xiu looked at Lin Shuangchen and saw his concentration and frowning slightly. He laughed and knew that his move would probably work.

There are no copybooks in the world of immortal cultivation. People who write a little better will cherish it themselves, for fear that others will learn it. After all, the quality of Chinese characters is related to the power of Taoist talismans, magic weapons and other items, and no one is willing to share it with others.

In fact, the more this happens, the less everyone's level will be. Only by communicating and discussing each other can the writing be better and better.

"I can't understand some parts of this article, but... it seems that I have only written half of it?" Lin Shuangchen read the Thousand Characters text several times, and a trace of doubt flashed in his beautiful eyes, and he rushed towards Yang Xiudao.

"The one behind hasn't been thought about yet~" Yang Xiu scratched his head with a honest expression on his face.

Of course, Yang Xiu did not finish writing it on purpose.

Such a good reason is a waste to use it all at once. Yang Xiu had already made up his mind to squat in Xiao Mengshan, so he would not move the nest. The conditions here are so good.

Lin Shuangchen looked down at the paper in his hand, and his eyes were obviously reluctant to leave the Thousand-word text on it. Yang Xiu looked at the beautiful master in front of him with interest, feeling like a little girl holding her favorite toy, with a cute expression in her focused expression.

Lin Shuangchen finally handed the Thousand-word text back to Yang Xiu. The reluctance in his eyes flew in an instant and said, "If you have this kind of mind, you should hand it over to you Master Liu directly. Then let the head pass on this Thousand-word text to his disciples. Isn't it better for Tianshu Pavilion?"

"Master, don't talk about it!"

Yang Xiu folded the paper into his arms, and after hearing this, he quickly said, "This is my skill that my disciple has to do. It's too eye-catching to take it out. Think about it, if the entire master learns my copybook, then I will be busy every day, how can I practice~"

"...Okay, you can stay for the time being. I'll go back and tell the master,"

Lin Shuangchen nodded after hearing this, and did not insist anymore, looking at Yang Xiudao: "But this article alone is not possible. If you want to write a few more articles, it is best to order them into a booklet. I have written your article on Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden hundreds of times."

When Yang Xiu heard this, he raised his eyebrows. Seeing the trace of cunning flashing in Lin Shuangchen's beautiful eyes, he couldn't help but smile, thinking that he was a simple master and had no mind at all...

However, using a few words to exchange for a valuable opportunity to practice in Xiaomengshan, this transaction is too worthwhile, and Yang Xiu was already very happy.

Lin Shuangchen reminded Yang Xiu to complete the Thousand Character Text on time, and then he got up and left.

From the back, Lin Shuangchen, who had taken off his military uniform, was graceful and tall, coexisting with plumpness, making Yang Xiu's eyes straight.

However, it seemed that he had noticed Yang Xiu's unconcealed gaze behind him, Lin Shuangchen's figure suddenly turned into several phantoms, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Oh... Why are you running so fast..." Yang Xiu shook his head regretfully when he saw this.

This bamboo house is Lin Shuangchen's study. In addition to a soft couch and a set of tables and chairs, the room is surrounded by bookshelves and various books. Obviously, Lin Shuangchen, who is famous outside, also loves reading.

As for the practice room and bedroom, Yang Xiu has not had the chance to go in yet, and he probably won’t have a chance in the future.

With Lin Shuangchen's personality, he could tolerate Yang Xiu, a male disciple, staying in Xiaomengshan for so long. On the one hand, it was because of the acquiesce of Mr. Zhuji, and on the other hand, it was Yang Xiu's "literary talent". So Yang Xiu grasped these two points tightly and tried to stay in Xiaomengshan for more days.

Looking up at the window, the old dark horse was gnawing bamboo with relish. The old dark horse had an amazing appetite. If the bamboo in Xiaomengshan had not grown fast enough, the bamboo forest would have been left with only a bare bamboo poles.

"Um... It seems like this kind of life is good~" Yang Xiu stretched, looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window, shook his head and said.

...

A few days later.

The environment of Xiaomeng Mountain is quiet and the sun is getting hotter and hotter, but there is no trace of heat in the mountains.

At this time, in a deep and secluded valley, Lin Shuangchen, dressed in white, sat cross-legged on a big rock by the river, and was preaching and teaching to a group of disciples sitting around him.

Lin Shuangchen has been very talented since childhood and has his unique cultivation experience, so he will choose one day every month to teach his disciples about his experience. These disciples are elite disciples under the sect of each elder, and there are many geniuses who have entered the middle and late stages of body tempering at a young age.

This is why the Tianshu Pavilion can still maintain its vitality for so many years: as long as the strength and number of core disciples can be guaranteed, this sect will not completely decline.

Dozens of disciples held their breath and stared at Lin Shuangchen without blinking, listening carefully to every word.

When preaching in the world of immortal cultivation, you cannot simply teach the Tao directly.

All immortal scriptures need to be understood by the practitioners themselves, and if they understand, they understand. If the practitioners themselves cannot understand them, even if someone explains them word by word, they will still be confused and have no inch to improve.

In ancient times, countless philosophers tried to translate immortal texts into the secular language of this world. In this way, the obstacles will disappear, and it will be much easier for the human race to cultivate immortals. In just a few hundred years, the human race can accumulate strength and eliminate the demons and monsters in the wild world in one fell swoop, solving this important problem.

But since there has been a historical record in the world of immortal cultivation, all of these people's attempts have failed without exception.

Therefore, the preaching of the world of immortal cultivation mainly talks about the perceptions and insights in the process of immortal cultivation
Chapter completed!