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After sitting in the bathtub, she quickly washed off the impurities on her body. Feeling the abundant spiritual power in her body, Zhong Liqing closed her eyes and tried to suppress the spiritual power into the sheath so that the fluctuations of her spiritual power could be maintained at the same level. The state before the advanced stage... until the water is completely cool, it can be considered a success.

Putting on a clean robe and tidying up, she opened the door and saw that Tang Yuan was walking back and forth anxiously, but she didn't dare to urge her. Zhong Liqing smiled slightly and called out to her: "Yuan Yuan."

"Junior Junior Sister, you finally came out!" Tang Yuan happily stepped forward to hold Zhong Liqing's hand, and suddenly realized the change in her address to herself, and couldn't help asking, "Why did you start calling me by my name? Come back, you are already in the mid-stage of Qi refining? Oh, that's not right, I clearly felt your spiritual power just now... What's going on?"

"That's right, I'm already in the mid-stage of Qi refining, and my cultivation level is the same as yours, but please keep this matter a secret for me." Zhong Liqing looked into her eyes and said solemnly, "...is that okay? ?”

"D-of course..." Stared at by her deep eyes, for some reason, Tang Yuan felt his heart skip a beat, and hurriedly nodded in response, but couldn't help but said, "No, but, you You can call me by my name, but I still want to call you Junior Sister, this is not negotiable!"

"As you wish." Zhong Liqing agreed happily, and nodded with a smile.

——Anyway, it's up to her whether she should call her or not.

Because it took a lot of time to take a bath and change clothes, I went to the afternoon class late.

When Zhong Liqing and Tang Yuan rushed to the lecture hall, the unsmiling master was stroking his beard, shaking his head and reciting a poem, his expression was very intoxicated - but in the eyes of others, it was a bit funny.

Among the students who were sitting upright at the bottom, most of them were holding back their smiles, while the rest were biting their heads, and they had already met Zhou Gong.

"Stop——Tang Yuan, it's you again! And you, new student, what's your name...?" The master was born with a broad and square face, with sword eyebrows and tiger eyes, staring at him intently. When people looked at it, there was a bit of calm and prestige, and the disciples who were so frightened in the hall came back to their senses one after another, and they looked at the two who had planned to sneak into the back row and sneak into the crowd in unison.

After being discovered of his whereabouts, Zhong Liqing bowed his hands graciously to greet the master, and introduced himself: "Disciple Qin Zhong, I have seen the master—due to a sudden change, I was delayed for a while, and Tang Yuan and his disciple were bothered. Being late and disturbing the master's lecture is really the disciple's fault, so I ask the master to punish him."

Zhong Liqing knew that if it wasn't because she wasted too much time in the bath, and Tang Yuan didn't leave on her own, the two of them wouldn't be late, so she opened her mouth to take the blame.

"A sudden change? What kind of change? If there are extenuating circumstances, this old man can also consider it at his own discretion." He was quite satisfied with Zhong Liqing's positive attitude of admitting his mistake, so he didn't get angry, but asked in a deep voice.

"This..." Zhong Liqing hesitated for a moment, and decided to press the news of her advancement, knowing that Tang Yuan is a quick talker, but luckily she had told her before—turned her face and gave her a wink, then turned to the master Bowing and bowing, he said with guilt on his face, "It turned out that the disciple accidentally injured his muscles and bones during his sword practice in the morning, so he applied some medicinal oil in the room. Unexpectedly, the smell of medicine on his body was too strong, and it would irritate the master and everyone, so he took a bath and rested. After a while, this wasted the time."

"In the final analysis, you are still mistaken by your own trivial matters, aren't you?" The master said "huh", and concluded in a neutral manner.

Hearing his tone, Zhong Liqing knew that she was not satisfied with her explanation, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and reply: "Yes."

"The sage has something to say, a gentleman is foolish, clever as if he is clumsy, a gentleman is calm, thinks before acting, a gentleman is punctual, waits for opportunities, a gentleman is trustworthy, and has no shame in his heart-you copy this article two hundred times, The master paused, glanced at Tang Yuan, who was frowning, and sighed indistinctly, "As for Tang Yuan, as a senior sister, but did not urge the younger generation, I will punish you for copying it a hundred times."

"Yes." After the two agreed, the master let them go and continued to talk about the scriptures.

"Give me the copied manuscript tomorrow." After an hour of lectures, after saying these words, the master turned his hands behind his back and left leisurely.

Zhong Liqing and Tang Yuan looked at each other, and couldn't help but smile wryly.

Afterwards, the class of learning the chanting method was very easy. The master sat on the stage and taught the tactic, answered the questions of several people, and then left time for the disciples to practice by themselves, and an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhong Liqing carefully wrote down the essence of the formula, and wanted to follow it for a whole week, but Tang Yuan kept moaning and sighing, so Zhong Liqing couldn't calm down, so she had to whisper to her: "Yuan Yuan , don’t worry, I copied it for you a hundred times at night, I’m responsible for both of you, and I should be responsible.”

The implication is to let her concentrate on cultivation, at least not to disturb herself.

Tang Yuan smiled at first, then he hesitated a little, but finally, under Zhong Liqing's repeated persuasion, he closed his eyes in relief and began to practice.

Zhong Liqing, who was relieved, found that after she and Tang Yuan passed the sound transmission, the kind-looking wife seemed to have glanced at them intentionally or unintentionally, looked at her with a half-smile, and took a long time to look away—— — Zhong Liqing almost thought that he had heard the voice transmission between herself and Tang Yuan.

These two wives are just real people in the Golden Core Stage, so they probably don't have this kind of ability... It's just that she is supercilious.

Zhong Liqing was not sure, but she had no choice but to comfort herself like this.

When it was time to go to bed at Xu time, Zhong Liqing and Tang Yuan had to complete the punishment given by Mrs. Qian in the afternoon - Mrs. Qian was the serious and old-fashioned lecturer - two hundred times of copying the article, plus Tang Yuan's one A hundred times, add up to three hundred times.

Zhong Liqing has been a good student since she was a child, her grades are among the best, her homework is completed on time, and she has never been reprimanded by the teacher, let alone punished for copying books. This kind of memory method that deepens impressions through the accumulation of numbers is meaningless to her—— — But it doesn't mean that Zhong Liqing is not familiar with the tricks of copying books by those students.

Have you never eaten pork or seen a pig running? Those examples of writing both sides and three strokes at the same time are not uncommon.

As for Zhong Liqing, who was able to use divine sense and spiritual power, it wasn't too difficult to control multiple pens to complete the copying task.

She asked Tang Yuan to line up all the brushes she could find, put the polished ink in the middle, then closed her eyes and concentrated, divided the spiritual power into ten silk threads, wrapped up ten brushes respectively, dipped in the ink one by one, and began to paint Write on flat paper.

At first she wrote very slowly, each stroke was as difficult as if she was carving wood with her mind, Tang Yuan, who was watching from the side, felt as if she had returned to the time when she practiced sword during the day, and she was so slow to the extreme.

But during the daytime, Tang Yuan, who only cared about practicing swords by himself, never paid attention to others, now saw a clue: This little junior sister's sword posture is sticky and stagnant, as if closed, as if all the spiritual power around her has been absorbed by her sword posture It's the same as closing, it's completely different from Elder Yan's sword, but it's just as terrifying... Is this really the first time she's learning sword art?

Why do you feel that this senior who has practiced for several years is not as good as this rookie who has only practiced for a day?

No matter what kind of doubts Tang Yuan felt here, Zhong Liqing's writing is getting better and better, the speed is getting faster little by little, and the strokes are becoming more round and smooth, not as jerky and stiff as it was at the beginning; The pen walks the dragon, and it is done in one go.

In the effort of a cup of tea, Zhong Liqing's first copy has been completed - in fact, the calculation is based on ten as the basic unit.

She breathed a sigh of relief, put down the pen, and took the finished manuscripts to review one by one, and found that the initial writing was a bit crooked, and it didn't get better until the second half-this flaw made her feel unbearable, even if the money The master can pass the test, but she can't pass the test in her heart.

Zhong Liqing sighed slightly, waved and pasted a fire talisman, burning all the manuscripts.

"Hey, why did it burn? I finished it with great difficulty..." Tang Yuan yelled, but he didn't have time to snatch back the manuscripts that had been reduced to ashes. It was as if it was burning with my own blood.

Zhong Liqing laid out the paper again indifferently, and smiled comfortingly at Tang Yuan: "It was just practicing pens, now is the official start."

"Okay." Tang Yuan nodded, but didn't notice that Zhong Liqing used his spiritual power to control eleven pens this time.

With previous experience, Zhong Liqing's control was smoother this time, and the time it took to write a complete article was even three breaths shorter than the first time; but the final product was still not satisfactory to her, it was just hindering Tang Yuan. She was still watching helplessly, so she didn't move, let her dry the written paper and put it aside, smiled slightly, and continued to write another batch - quietly added two more pens to the control - Those defective products will be disposed of later when Tang Yuan falls asleep.

The time passed slowly as she kept using her spiritual power to write with a pen, and Tang Yuan could no longer support her drooping eyelids from sleepiness, and fell asleep on the side of the couch.

By the end of the night, when Choushi was approaching, Zhong Liqing had finished copying three hundred manuscripts, and her spiritual sense became stronger and stronger, and she was even able to control thirty pens to write together at the same time, and the handwriting was neat It has to be the same as holding it in hand.

Consciousness was consumed a lot, and spiritual power was drawn to almost exhaustion, but Zhong Liqing's spirit became more and more excited as she wrote, so excited that she threw down the extra pen, only concentrating on controlling one pen, dipping it full Ink, eyes closed, outline the scene in the heart on the paper as you like.

This time, it took more energy to write than to write neatly, stroke by stroke. When she came back to her senses, her spiritual energy was exhausted, and her consciousness was dizzy. Somewhat blurred.

"Bada——" The writing brush that lost her spiritual power fell to the ground, and she also sat down on the seat, panting for breath while rubbing her stuffy chest, and it took a while to recover.

Looking down, there is a woman's back on the painting with wet ink.

"Aniang." There was an unexpected smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were lonely.

——It's a pity that her writing skills are not good enough, and she can't draw the charm of A Niang.

Zhong Liqing glanced at it reluctantly, then threw a scarlet fire talisman and burned the painting together with other failed manuscripts.

Turning her head to look, she noticed that Tang Yuan had fallen into a deep sleep. The sleeping appearance was not very elegant, but the sleeping face was pure and ignorant; after a fixed look, Zhong Liqing couldn't help but smile, and suddenly felt bad.

She picked up a pen, dipped it in some ink, first condensed it into a thin side with spiritual power, and pressed it against Tang Yuan's face in the air, with only a gap invisible to the naked eye, and then gently pasted it with a brush. She drew a turtle on that face, and then covered her face with spiritual power little by little, just like putting on a turtle mask—because her movements were extremely gentle, Tang Yuan slept deeply, so until then The "mask" was ironed on Tang Yuan's face, and the other party didn't even notice it.

After completing the arrangement, she tidied up and arranged the manuscripts before returning to the room to meditate and rest.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhong Liqing was still absorbing spiritual power according to the breathing method learned in yesterday's class, and within a moment of receiving the work, she heard Tang Yuan getting up to wash up.

She opened her eyes suddenly, and counted silently in her heart - not long after, a deafening scream came through Tang Yuan's room, and the female disciples living in the entire backyard might be awakened by her voice.

... What a sin, a sin.

Zhong Liqing rubbed her ears, and couldn't help but evoked a smirk that had succeeded in a prank.

The author has something to say: Zhong Liqing: Tangyuan, let me make you a mask.

Yuan Tang: MDZZ

Isn't it romantic to draw a turtle on each other's face when you lose a game?Of course I choose stickers... It's too difficult to wash the face QAQ