Shangxian Cultivation Handbook

Song Xun has been here in Shangchen Palace for some time, but he has nothing to do every day except sweeping the house.He saw that those fairies would practice spells when they had nothing to do, but how could he practice spells as a mortal?Could it be that he was allowed to practice the skills of controlling swords and eliminating demons in Shushan?

"Hey." Song Xun looked at the empty room and sighed, and when he looked at the table without refreshments, he felt that it was pitifully empty.

Speaking of refreshments, Song Xun felt even more sad.He didn't know what the immortals in other palaces were like, anyway, there was no one in Shangchen Palace to make tea for cakes, not even a little tea dregs.

"What's the matter?" Qing Huan had just stepped into his room when he heard Song Xun's long sigh, with a rather sad look, "What's the dissatisfaction?"

Shocked, Song Xun immediately stood up straight, straightened his disheveled clothes before answering: "It's not that I'm dissatisfied... Well, gods don't eat refreshments? Even if the valley is opened, they still need some refreshments, right?" ?”

"Huh? Adjustment? I'm afraid you are the only one who can adjust it with refreshments." Qing Huan laughed, "This point, you haven't changed."

"Ahem." Song Xun pretended to cough twice.

"If you want to adjust, there is a study room behind the main room, you can go there to practice calligraphy. On the right side of the study room is the Library Pavilion, you can also read books." Qing Huan looked at Song Xun with his head down with a light smile, "Of course , if these are not in line with your adjustment method, you can also come to me to play chess."

"Playing chess?" Song Xun was taken aback for a moment, then quietly looked at Qinghuan.

Qing Huan turned her back, with a hint of nostalgia in her voice: "Yes. You and I haven't played chess for a long time."

"Hehe~" Song Xun laughed dryly, not knowing how to answer.Playing chess was something they often did when they were masters and apprentices. The two played chess day and night for a period of time, and they would play a game when they were interested.Fortunately, the two are equally skilled in chess, and there is no one-sided boredom.

But, that was a long time ago.

"If you have time, let's play a game." Qing Huan stepped out of the room, but the voice came slowly, "There is no refreshment in my palace, you can find something else to do."

Song Xun nodded, but thought that Qing Huan couldn't see at all, so he couldn't help smiling, with a bit of sarcasm in his smile.As for who and what to ridicule, only he himself knows.

Even though Qing Huan hinted that he wanted to play chess with him, Song Xun still didn't go to him, but nestled in the study.

I thought there was no one in the study, but when I went in, I ran into Qing Huan face to face.

"Play chess?" Qing Huan's first reaction.

"No, um... practice calligraphy, I want to practice calligraphy." Song Xun naturally couldn't agree to play chess, so he could only make up a random reason to fool him.

Qing Huan raised his eyebrows, put down the Langhao brush in his hand, and looked at Song Xun with his chin in one hand, "Practicing calligraphy? You?"

Seeing such Qing Huan, Song Xun's pupils suddenly dilated, and he took a step forward involuntarily.When he reacted, his hands were halfway up.

He withdrew his hand in embarrassment, touched the folding fan on his waist: "Why can't I practice calligraphy?"

Qing Huan shook his head, stood up and gave Song Xun a seat: "You practice, I'll take a look. Your handwriting has improved."

"..." Song Xun was a little embarrassed, um, very embarrassed.When Qing Huan was his master before, he taught him to practice calligraphy. At that time, he was young and playful, so it was impossible for him to calm down and practice calligraphy well.Therefore, every time Qing Huan asked him to practice calligraphy, he would smear ink everywhere in the study room, and occasionally he would paint impromptuly, which made Qing Huan dumbfounded.

Song Xun stepped forward to take the pen in Qing Huan's hand: "I can write very well now." As he said this, his hands were trembling.Now he can indeed write very well, but...he is timid.

He wanted to write his best handwriting for Qing Huan to read, but he didn't have the courage.Or, he couldn't write in front of Qing Huan at all, let alone good handwriting?

Standing behind Song Xun, Qing Huan couldn't help but smile slightly when he saw that he was slow to write.

"Eh!" Just when Song Xun was thinking about whether to throw the pen and run away, a hand directly attached to his hand, and the white hand was attached to his hand with clear bones.Song Xun's hand was slightly bigger than Qing Huan's, which made Qing Huan very uncomfortable.The hand moved and moved on Song Xun's hand, and found a comfortable position after touching and touching.

"This way..." Qing Huan was writing while holding Song Xun's hand, and was still muttering.

Song Xun was a little dazed, staring blankly at Qing Huan's side face, not knowing how to react.Some memories flooded into his mind and fermented slowly, making him flustered.

"Don't!" Song Xun pushed Qing Huan away violently, and stood up from the chair, his face flustered, "I can write by myself, really." As he said, as if to prove something, he grabbed a pen and wrote indiscriminately Once you finish writing, leave.

Qing Huan was a little sluggish, he didn't know why Song Xun got angry, obviously he felt that he was quite nostalgic.He glanced down at the paper on the table, was taken aback for a moment and then smiled.

Song Xun came out of the study in a panic, his face was reddened, and now he is no different than before.When I was young, the master would only feel bored by holding his hand to teach him to write like this.It's big now... Well, it's big now.

Song Xun covered his face, what are these things!That person Qing Huan definitely did it on purpose, otherwise why...why did he hold his hand?

Ah, so that he didn't write a word to show off.

Character?

Song Xun was stunned for a moment, he seemed to have written a few words before leaving, right?What did he write?

After thinking for a while, Song Xun's eyes widened suddenly, and his hands trembled.

He seems to have written: Lu Hesheng.

Is it too late to regret now?

Qing Huan grabbed the paper Song Xun was writing on just now, with a smile on his face.

'Lu Hesheng' is written in big characters on it.

"Well, the writing is strong, but the finishing is a bit rough..." Qing Huan looked at the three words carefully, "But, there is indeed improvement."

What Qing Huan, who was still admiring Song Xun's handwriting, didn't know was how much Song Xun wanted to tear up this piece of paper and trample it to pieces.