Martial arts: Prince Xiaoyao, pick Zhou Zhiruo at the beginning

The ink was quickly used up, and Liu Hao pulled another glob of ink without looking at it.

"Grind ink, don't stop." Liu Hao shouted in a low voice while engraving words.

Chunlan immediately accelerated the speed of grinding the ink, but the speed obviously couldn't keep up with Liu Hao's needs.

Seeing this, Qiu Ju immediately said to Liu Dexing, "Hurry up and get the inkstone."

Liu Dexing rushed downstairs immediately, and brought over a dozen inkstones in a short while.

Qiu Ju said, "Let's polish the ink for the master together."

Everyone took the inkstone and began to grind ink for Liu Hao.

Although Xiao Huangrong was not convinced, she was unambiguous in the matter of grinding the ink, and she worked harder than anyone else.

The ink grinded by everyone was continuously taken away by Liu Hao, and it was engraved into the bluestone board with Liu Hao's fingers.

Liu Hao penetrated the back of the stone, and it looked like it was only engraved on the surface. If the bluestone slab was divided into two from the side, it could be seen that ink sweat had seeped into it.

In this way, even if thousands of years of wind, water and rain hit, as long as the bluestone slab itself is not damaged, the words carved by Liu Hao will always exist.

Soon, the bluestone board was already full of words, and a set of "Taixuan Jing" had thousands of words, all of which were engraved by Liu Hao.

"Okay, let's take a look. This set of martial arts is not bad. Although you don't need to practice it, you can learn from it."

"Stones from other mountains can be used to attack jade. It is always right to read more advanced martial arts cheats."

Liu Hao pointed his fingers, and the bluestone slab stood upright.

Everyone looked at it, and every word was flamboyant, revealing a unique charm.

Although it is not written with a pen, it feels better than writing with a pen.

They didn't know that Liu Hao injected a little of his own energy into it during the process of writing.

Although it is only a trace, it gives the words a kind of vitality.

It is that special charm that is displayed outside, which is difficult to describe in words.

Even people who don't know calligraphy, or even illiterate, will find Liu Hao's writing very pleasing to the eye.

A set of "Taixuan Jing" was translated by Liu Hao, and it was clearly analyzed from the simple to the deep.

Everyone can understand.

Among them, Huang Rong has the lowest martial arts. Huang Rong has never been exposed to such advanced martial arts.

She knew that this set of martial arts was more powerful than any set of martial arts handed down by her family.

At first glance, he was immediately fascinated, and unconsciously began to practice.

But just after practicing, she heard Liu Hao's voice rang in her ears, knocking her out of the cultivation state.

"No practice!"

Liu Hao looked at Huang Rong with a serious expression.

Huang Rong refused to accept it, "Uncle smelly, why can't you practice?"

"Although this set of martial arts is powerful, it is just for your reference. You will have more suitable martial arts in the future." Liu Hao explained.

Huang Rong didn't believe it, "If there is a more suitable one, can't they practice it again?"

Liu Hao said, "The internal strength of Taixuan Jing is a bit domineering. If you want to practice it again, you need to disperse your kung fu first, so why bother."

At this time Zhou Zhiruo whispered a few words in Huang Rong's ear, Huang Rong's eyes lit up immediately, and she looked at Liu Hao with piercing eyes, as if she was about to eat Liu Hao.

Liu Hao coughed lightly at 940 and turned his head to ignore Huang Rong.

After a while, Liu Hao put away the bluestone, and said to Liu Dexing, "You can practice this set of martial arts, and you may have a chance to become a land god in this life."

Liu Dexing was overjoyed, "Master, do I really have a chance?"

Liu Hao nodded, "Yes, but remember not to spread the "Tai Xuan Jing" outside, otherwise you will know the consequences."

Liu Dexing immediately swore to the sky, "I will never spread the "Tai Xuan Jing" to the outside world. If I violate this oath, I will be struck by five thunders and die."

Liu Hao said with a smile, "Don't swear, if you really have the opportunity to go to the Land God's Meeting, you will indeed be struck by lightning. If it comes true, don't blame me."

Liu Dexing froze immediately, "Will you really be struck by lightning?"

Liu Hao nodded seriously, "Yes."

Then Liu Hao patted Liu Dexing on the shoulder again, "Don't worry, as long as you don't break your oath, God won't hack you to death."

"If that Li Tanhua comes again, you can ask him to find me in Guanxianju in Shaoliang, and tell him that the "Tai Xuan Jing" is in my place."

Liu Dexing firmly remembered Liu Hao's words.

After leaving Guanxianju, the calligraphy and painting appreciation session is still going on.

It was just an episode just now, and it will not affect the progress of the article.

It's just that after this incident, everyone's attitude towards Liu Dexing changed obviously, and they respected him more.

In the past, it was only because of his status, but now it is also because of his martial arts.

Everyone felt that Liu Dexing was not a simple person, and Guan Xianju was even more so.

Chapter 228 Master forced concubine to rebel, concubine had to rebel

Hao and his party left Guanxianju, and continued to wander around in Sucheng, feeling the fragrance of ink in Sucheng.

Zhao Min asked curiously, "Master, why did you let that Tanhua come to you?"

"It's nothing, I just think it's interesting. The sword fairy Li Bai's surname is Li, and this companion Tanhua Lang is also surnamed Li, so I want to ask him about his relationship with Li Bai." Liu Hao said with a smile.

Zhao Min was puzzled, "They are all surnamed Li, so they should be descendants."

Liu Hao showed a mysterious smile, "I thought so too at first, but now that I think about it, there might be other possibilities."

Zhao Min was even more puzzled, and wanted to ask again, but Chunlan had pulled Zhao Min away, "Min'er, don't ask, when the master is like this, you can't get any results if you ask again."

Xia Zhu also nodded, "Because the master doesn't know the answer himself, it's more of a guess. Before there is an accurate answer, the master will not tell you."

Dongmei also said very positively, "Master, this is not good. If you just hold back some things, it will make people bad."

Qiu Ju also echoed, "The best way is not to ask, and wait for the master to speak up."

One of Zhao Min's questions turned into four women criticizing Liu Hao, Liu Hao said with a smile, "You four want to rebel!"

Xia Zhu stuck out her tongue, "The master forced the concubine to rebel, and the concubine had no choice but to rebel."

"Hey, it seems that I haven't read less in the past two days, and I talk one way and another, and I'm very good at teasing the master." Liu Hao looked Xia Zhu up and down with bad intentions.

Xia Zhu felt hot all over Liu Hao's eyes, and felt that Liu Hao's eyes seemed to have some magical power, so he immediately retreated, "I don't want to say anything."

Everyone talked and laughed, and the laughter never stopped along the way.

Especially with Xiao Huang Rong joining, I am much happier.

I forgot my worries for a while, and no worries.

Recently, Huang Rong has been the happiest in the past ten years.

Sometimes she thinks that no matter whether she can save her mother in the end, she doesn't want to leave again.

Her uncle Liu Hao and her sisters made her experience the joy of home again.

This is what she desires most, but also what she lacks the most.

During this period of time, Huang Rong gained a lot and was moved a lot.

Bits of harvest and touches add up, and now they have converged into rivers, and then they may become rivers and eventually oceans.

If Huang Rong was allowed to leave now, she might feel that she was powerless to escape, and it was impossible to escape from this warm embrace.

Warmth is not only the uncle in my own mouth, but also the feeling of the care of my sisters gathered together. It is so powerful that I can't get rid of it.

Since you can't get rid of it, let's blend in.

Huang Rong didn't want to struggle anymore, struggling would only bring pain, but giving up struggling could usher in happiness and warmth.

No matter what the future holds, at least the present is warm, comfortable and happy.

No one knew, perhaps even Huang Rong herself was not so clear about little Huang Rong's mental journey during this period of time.

She can only follow her own feelings.

When night fell again, Liu Hao and the others returned to the boat.

After walking around for a day, I almost got around Sioux City.

I have gone where I should go, and the rest is not very interesting.

Another night at the Sioux City Wharf today, and the boat will continue to set sail tomorrow.

The next stop will be Chang'an, the most prosperous capital in the Tang Dynasty, and it can also be said that the city that gathers all the essence of the Tang Dynasty.

In an unknown valley in the Tang Dynasty, Cihang Jingzhai is here.

For thousands of years, no one has been able to find Cihang Jingzhai.

It was so before, and it is so now.

Shi Feixuan and Yun Xuanqin came to the entrance of the valley, where the fog obscured the view, making it impossible to see the situation in the valley clearly.

There seems to be the hissing of snakes in the fog, as well as the howling of tigers in the mountains and forests, which will make people feel instinctively frightened.

Even the most seasoned hunters are unwilling to enter such an environment to hunt.

After confirming that there was no one around, Shi Feixuan took out a jade tablet from her bosom, and the jade tablet emitted a glow like a firefly, illuminating the surrounding fields and dispelling the fog.

A long passage was revealed in the mist, and the two walked in immediately.

After the two entered, the mist permeated the passage again, and the cry of the beast came out again from the mist.

The two walked along the passage for a while, and a Buddhist temple appeared in front of them.

There is the sound of chanting sutras in the Buddhist hall.

Cihang Jingzhai believes in Buddhism, and is essentially a nunnery, which can also be regarded as a branch of Buddhism.

This is indeed the case. Cihang Jingzhai also has several famous temples with deep roots.

"Master, the apprentice is back.'."

The two bowed respectfully in front of the Buddha Hall.

The door of the hall opened, and a nun came out.

Fan Qinghui looks about forty years old, but in fact he is much older than that.

The cultivation base of the land god kept her appearance in her forties. Although she was old, she was still very beautiful.

As the current head of Cihang Jingzhai, Fan Qinghui is already a member of the family, but he hasn't cut off three thousand threads of trouble.

Cihang Jingzhai pays attention to cultivating the mind, and doesn't pay much attention to these etiquette and customs.

Even if Fan Qinghui doesn't leave home, he can still take charge of Cihang Jingzhai, there is no conflict between the two.

It can be seen from this that Cihang Jingzhai is a nunnery, but it is actually a school of martial arts.

"Master, this operation failed." Yun Xuanqin knelt on the ground and dared not get up.

This time, not only did the action fail, but even Elder Feng fell in Yangcheng, and most of the responsibility fell on Yun Xuanqin, and she could not shirk it.

Concubine Shixuan also knelt on the ground and did not get up, "The people we arranged in Daliang are gone, and the loss is great."

Fan Qinghui looked at the clouds in the sky and did not speak. The two of them just knelt like this, not daring to get up.

After a while, Fan Qinghui spoke slowly, "Get up, no one would have expected that Daliang would send out land gods."

After saying that she had turned around and walked towards the Buddhist hall, Shi Feixuan and Yun Xuanqin hurriedly followed.

It just rained lightly, and most of the [-] Buddhist candles enshrined outside the Buddhist hall were blown out by the wind.

Fan Qinghui reached out to relight a candle, then bowed respectfully three times before putting it down again, and then slowly walked towards the next Buddhist candle.

The whole process was silent, and her movements were extremely slow, yet extremely elegant and natural, which was pleasing to the eye.

Fan Qinghui exudes an amazing charm, which is far beyond the comparison of Shi Feixuan and Yun Xuanqin.

At this moment, people will forget her age, forget that she is a monk, and just want to be her servant.