Devouring Martial Dao: Start by becoming a false prince

Death…

Past life relics…

How does the former double the space? Imagine that in a small entrance, there may be a space about the size of this world, isn’t this the heavens?

But it is different from the heavens, because the heavens are open worlds that exist in “the same space, the same time”, while the death realm is a closed world of “different spaces, even different times”. A

relic of a past life, this is simply a bug-like thing.

Listening to Xiao Li Xuezheng’s meaning, as long as it is used, it can restore the strength of part of the previous life, or even all the strength.

It’s like an ant crawling on the ground, suddenly turning into a beast.

Since there is such a thing, I still have to be more careful.

“Thank you teacher for teaching.”

Xia Yan replied respectfully.

This information is too useful for him.

Xiao Li Xuezheng saw his cautious appearance and said with a smile: “Bai’er, you don’t need to worry too much.

Past life relics are not a big road goods, there are few existences that can leave a brilliant name in history, and even fewer can be turned into death by luck.

Xia Yan asked, “Will that… Can people in this world ever know the existence of the state of death?

Xiao Li Xuezheng was silent, shook his head and said, “There is no deviation, it seems to be doomed.”

People in this world will always receive some kind of inspiration, and to go to that death, he may die unexpectedly halfway, but he will never be unaware of the existence of death.

However, even if they get relics from their past lives, no one in this life will use them wantonly.

Because every use will make the invasion of the previous life more profound, if it is used indiscriminately without scruples, then… He will soon fall asleep and become another person entirely, that is, him in his previous life.

Xia Yan said silently in his heart: Then this is enough…

Truly sacrificing this pressure box at a critical moment in the battle is enough to completely change the ending.

He suddenly remembered that day the queen took him out of the palace, and Bai Suli didn’t seem to follow.

Although the dark factory is powerful, does the prince have no power?

In order to avoid the expansion of the war, it is necessary to be quick and ruthless.

Therefore, the empress carried out the “beheading” plan for the crown prince.

And the person who beheaded this should be Bai Suli.

Xia Yan couldn’t help but think of eating noodles with Bai Mama sneaking into the dining room, remembering Bai Ma’s daily appearance, food, clothing, housing and travel, he was a little confused…

The way of this world… Who isn’t a tiger yet?

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“A lot of gossip, Bai’er, follow me to practice words.”

Xiao Li Xuezheng didn’t say anything and took a pen and paper for him.

Xia Yan asked, “That’s it?”

Xiao Li Xuezheng looked at him with a smile, “Let Master Wei see your foundation.”

In this Xuezheng’s opinion, there was another high-ranking person behind the Crown Prince, and it was the high-ranking person who taught him the words on the [Winter Hunting Post], which were sonorous and powerful, like martial artists, and changed the weak demeanor of a scribe.

Xia Yan studied ink, wrote, thought a little, and wrote the song “Now the dust is all over the light, shining through the green mountains and thousands of flowers” that he just chanted.

The pen is vigorous, and it is three points into the paper, which is the face bone of the previous life, and it is also the word he has worked hard to practice for nearly ten years.

He has nothing to hide, because he feels that his words are actually still in the stage of “copying”, and he has not entered the crowd, even if he went to participate in the calligraphy competition in his previous life, he belongs to the category of not winning awards.

It’s just a coincidence, greedy for a cheap “there is no such word in this world”.

People who have not entered everyone may be shocked by his words, but Li Yiqing, a great master of the literary path, may not.

Sure enough, Xiao Li Xuezheng silently watched him write, and said strangely: “It seems that that gentleman didn’t teach you anything, just let you practice this word day after day?”

He is afraid of influencing you, so he did not teach you something deeper.

He has high hopes for you, wants you to be proud of your appearance, and realize a brushwork without falling under his framework.

But why doesn’t he even teach you?

See God in form, get God’s form, and then have your own penmanship… Could it be that this gentleman had some other idea?

Xia Yan felt a little confused.

What taught his husband?

After a little thought, he kept up with Xiao Li Xuezheng’s brain supplement.

He secretly smiled bitterly in his heart, it seemed that Teacher Li saw that this bone and boneless character was not created by him, so he suspected that there was another gentleman behind him, but he questioned this gentleman’s teaching method.

Xiao Li Xuezheng frowned and groaned, pacing back and forth, with a thoughtful look on his face, and then stopped in front of him, leaned in to look at the words he wrote, and said after a while: “The image is full, the wind is strong, it is a good shelf, but it lacks God… Why is that?

Xia Yan: …

Why else?

I’m just copying and practicing words…

However, he maintained his expression and let Xiao Li learn to make up for it.

At this time, he was clever, made up a reason, said what to dream about, said what happened to meet a superior person, is it really stupid for others?

It’s better to let the other party make up their own brains.

Respond to changes with no change, less talk and less mistakes.

For a long time, Xiao Li Xuezheng suddenly paused, revealing a sudden look.

Xia Yan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, it seems that Teacher Li has finally made up for it…

Xiao Li Xuezheng’s eyes lit up and said, “I understand, the teacher before you gave you a body, but you hope that this body can be filled with your own god.”

He is waiting for you to become enlightened, because he has taken a fancy to your heart, and he hopes that your words can write the style of an emperor, because only the essence of the emperor can fill this already strong body.

Xia Yan: …

Enlightened.

Originally… Did the “post bought online for more than ten yuan” think?

Teacher Li, Takami.

Xiao Li Xuezheng lowered his sleeves, suddenly turned around in a hurry, rummaged on the shelf of the book shop, took an ancient book on his feet, dusted off it, and put it in front of Xia Yan: “This [Smelling Ink and Understanding Heart] is an ancient book, maybe what you lack is not the teaching of others, but… Find your own essence.

“So…”

Xiao Li Xuezheng pointed to the cabinet full of books, “You don’t have to learn any of this.”

Xia Yan: …

He took the book with both hands and said, “Thank you, teacher.”

Xiao Li Xuezheng smiled and said, “You are different from other students, they need me to lead them on the road, but you… Already on a road that I am not familiar with, I can only rely on my experience to guide you, as for how to go… You have to do it yourself. Come to think of it, this is also what your previous teacher expected of you.

Xia Yan nodded. Fortunately, he

was originally only prepared to use the academy as a “canteen”, and as for putting down the practice of martial arts and spending time cultivating the Wen Dao, he would not do so.

So, he opened this ancient book of [Smelling Ink and Knowing the Heart]. What the book teaches is actually a kind of meditation, a kind of meditation, which is to be in a

quiet place, close your eyes and perceive, and “think of God” in harmony with the word, and if you do this, it is to give the word God.

Then you may be able to step directly into the point of “becoming a family”, that is… The heavenly rank of martial arts.

“Teacher, has anyone practiced this method?” Xia Yan looked at the mysterious description in the book and couldn’t help but ask.

Xiao Li Xuezheng said with a smile: “It’s just a theory, even the old sacrificial wine said that this book is a work of imagination.”

However, Wei Shi did not think so, so Wei Shi has been hiding this book.

Because the teacher thinks that Bai’er is an extraordinary person, maybe this extraordinary work is just right for you.

Xia Yan nodded…

Teacher Li, if you are happy.

“By the way, teacher, since you have heard the ink and read the heart, the disciple thinks that this ink cannot be ordinary ink… At least some ink needs to be there, right?

Xiao Li Xuezheng: ???

Xia Yan said, “Teacher, don’t you have one?”

Xiao Li Xuezheng came back to her senses, her small mouth deflated inadvertently, and then took out a book from her arms, flipped through it, tore off a page, lit it, and the page turned into a set of pen, ink and paper.

“This is the wolf pen, the ice ink, the little snow paper, the cold mountain ink… It was an ancient grandmaster who looked at the mountains and the sea in deep winter and had the idea of ‘making pen and ink’, and then posted and recorded it in a book, and its pages have accidentally survived to this day.

Xia Yan saw that those were not ordinary products, so he said again: “The disciple thinks that when cultivating the mind, he needs to concentrate and calm down, but it is a pity that the incense in the palace is all ordinary fragrance, disciple…”

Xiao Li Xuezheng asked, “Do you still want it?”

Xia Yan shook his head and said, “The disciple has a long way to go, and has embarked on a path that no one else has taken, but he has no confidence, for fear of losing your face… So naturally want to go all out.

Xiao Li Xuezheng’s small mouth deflated, she turned the book again, tore off a page, lit it, for a moment… There was another incense burner and an incense cone on the table.

Xia Yan sniffed lightly, it was not an ordinary product.

He added: “Smelling ink and knowing the heart, how boring and reverie, it is inevitable to stop in the middle, if the time is cranky… The disciple was afraid of messing up. The disciple thought that if he could play more, he should be able to barely make up for the disciple’s… Insufficient. To help disciples break through as soon as possible.

Xiao Li Xuezheng’s small mouth deflated into an inverted crescent moon, she tore the paper and lit it… There is an ethereal and mysterious black jade gourd on the table, and the mouth of the gourd is slightly opened, and there is cold smoke coming out in the meantime, and in a blink of an eye, it is lined like a fairyland.

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In the twilight.

On the high shelf…

Xiao Li Xue was patting the railing and looking into the distance.

Li Yuexian took the stage and said with a smile: “The railings are all over the place, no one will, boarding the will… I see, Xiao Li Xuezheng, you can’t bear that disciple, right?

He walked to the front with a smile, and suddenly saw Xiao Li Xue’s deflated appearance, and suddenly shut up.

Xiao Li Xuezheng said, “He asked me for another set of four treasures of the study room, a set of incense burners, and an ink gourd…”

“Ink gourd?” Li Yuexian said, “Isn’t it the immortal gourd that was rumored to be written by the immortals?”

Xiao Li Xuezheng pouted, nodded, and continued to pat the railing.

Turbidity, this disciple… What a first-class muddy thing…