Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

Xiao Qingli's instincts have been integrated into his instincts. As long as he is guided a little and exercises diligently, he will naturally become his own one day.It can be said that Xiao Qingli left an extremely precious seed for Song Jing, which slowly germinated and blossomed on Song Jing.

Holding the brush in hand, Song Jing sank his mind, just like when he was immersed in the design of worm viruses in the past.Thinking of Leonardo da Vinci's insistence on drawing eggs day after day, as if he had a divine help in his heart, he picked up the brush and dipped in the ink, and an irregular circle appeared on the white and thin rice paper. Song Jing's pen is still relatively raw.

One circle after another, the circles under Song Jing's hands became more and more round and complete.

He was completely immersed in the realm of using the pen like his arms and fingers, and the pen followed his heart, twisting and lingering on the smooth paper, even Tantai Chunshui returned to the study, stood beside him, and looked at him strangely on the paper. He looked back and forth on his face without knowing it.

It wasn't until Song Jing's wrist was sore that he woke up from the swaying freely, he put down his pen with some reluctance, and found Chun Shui standing beside him, hesitant to speak.

"You..." Chun Shui hesitated, "You, what are you doing... drawing circles?"

Song Jing was in a good mood at the moment, narrowed her eyes and glanced at Chun Shui, her lips curled up: "Draw a circle——Curse you."

Chun Shui's complexion changed, he choked in his throat, coughed a few times, and asked out of nowhere: "You have drawn so many circles..."

"Draw a lot of circles," Song Jing blinked, expressing surprise at Chun Shui's question, "Curse you to death."

Chun Shui pursed his lips, waved his sleeves, turned and walked out of the study.

Song Jing regretted a little, she was so proud just now, she actually took out a joke about her friends on the Internet and told this sensitive young master, it was a disaster for no reason.Raising her hand to touch the corners of her raised lips, Song Jing wondered that she seemed to be much more cheerful.

Thinking about it again, maybe I really accepted the fate of starting over, and I felt much more relaxed.I heard a saying before that if all the people in the world could live their lives again, half of them would become great men.Even if I am among the half that can't make it, I will be more or less different from the past because I have more choices?

However, Song Jing nodded in satisfaction when her eyes fell on the last few circles made by precise compasses. Like this, within a few days, the ability of this body can naturally be fully used.

There is a fragrant ink smell in the air, with a unique smell of pine nuts.Song Jing found that he liked this mellow and unrestrained feeling, no matter whether Xiao Qingli's body affected him or not.

Turning his head slightly, he saw a plate of small and pleasant fruits on the corner of the desk, yellow and orange, which looked peaceful and peaceful in the quiet room.He looked out of the window at Chunshui standing with his back facing him. The man was slightly hunched, thin, but also exuded a blurred and leisurely demeanor.

"Maybe he's a good man." Song Jing picked up a fruit and brought it to his mouth, narrowing his eyes while talking to himself.

05 Look at the beauty wow

更新时间2010-3-1812:33:05字数：6068

Tantai Chunshui pondered for a long time outside the door, his gaze followed the white clouds in the sky, feeling comfortable, and at the moment when the breeze was slightly intoxicating, he slowly changed his shape, and when the wind blew the clouds, the person standing below The talent suddenly discovered that the milky white clouds that had been kneaded into a ball before spread quietly and spread out in a flash of youthful time, strand by strand, the color is very light and very light, floating in the blue sky , as if blowing them hard will disperse them.

Will this person be as unpredictable as a cloud?Chun Shui's eyes were misty, like a dream in the mist that he didn't want to wake up for a long time.When he met Xiao Qingli again, he couldn't understand what that person was thinking.Sometimes he refuses to be alienated thousands of miles away, and he can tell at a glance that he doesn't want to contact him, and he can't even walk into his eyes. Sometimes he is lazy and unpretentious, just like getting along with the closest friend.Xiao Qingli, what kind of person are you?

Chun Shui sighed softly, shook his head slightly, and took out a brand new book from the mustard bracelet. On the blue cover, it was written with a brush - "Theory of Form and Spirit".

Chun Shui's temper is not very good, but strangely, he can't get angry with those slender red phoenix eyes.So there was another helpless sigh, and he walked in with the book in his hand, just in time to see Song Jing take out the last small fruit from the plate and put it to his mouth.

White teeth bit out sweet juice, Song Jing swallowed it whole, and greeted Chunshui vaguely, her pair of red phoenix eyes narrowed, looking extremely satisfied.

"Hey, Chunshui, you're back."

Chun Shui snorted depressingly, pulled the corners of his pale lips, and handed the book to Song Jing: "Here, this is what my father asked me to give you, and I will guide you to understand it."

Song Jing took the book and found that the pages of the book were smooth and dense, revealing a faint white halo as warm and moist as jade, and realized that this was also related to practice.

While quickly turning the pages to look at it, he listened to Chun Shui's puzzled murmur: "Accordingly, this theory of form and spirit is a compulsory foundation for monks after they get a glimpse of the way. Hongli was able to study here when she was 12 years old. Why do you Have you never been in touch?"

Song Jing raised her eyebrows, obviously isn't it?Break my wings and never escape his shackles.

Then, Song Jing realized it, so why should I learn it now?And so coincidentally put "Xiao Qingli" down the medicine garden cliff?

But there is too little known information, and Song Jing can't deduce anything. The only thing she knows is that something happened.Tantai Qingyan had to do this due to some kind of pressure.

Song Jing glanced at the weak Chunshui, thinking he didn't know anything.

He withdrew his mind, and focused his attention on this densely written book again, half sad and half joyful.The sad thing is that I am really illiterate in this world, and the happy thing is that when I saw the distorted font, some memories slowly emerged in my mind, and I was able to recognize a small part of the characters.

Seeing him flipping through the book, Tantai Chunshui showed a mixed expression of sadness and joy, thinking that he was very excited about getting the theory of form and spirit, and smiled slightly with bent lips: "You can read it yourself first. The meridian diagram and formulas inside need to be read Keep it in your mind for a day. I will personally test you at this time tomorrow, and if you can’t do it then, don’t blame me for slightly punishing you.”

Song Jing pursed her lips imperceptibly, and rolled her eyes secretly, who do you think I am?Who can make it difficult to memorize such things by rote?

Immediately, he nodded and agreed without saying a word, and shrugged at Chunshui: "Very well, can I hurry up and go back now?" He made a embarrassed look: "You know, these are too complicated and too many, I'm afraid it will be very difficult Difficulty can..."

"Of course you can. If it's really difficult, you can do your best." Chun Shui said slowly, his voice was unhurried, with a misty mist.

"Then I'll take my leave."

"kindness."

After Song Jing bid farewell to Chun Shui, she returned to her living room with a book.

After closing the doors and windows one by one, the light in the house dimmed all of a sudden. It was drowsy, accompanied by clear textures of the wooden furniture, like an ancient house that had been silent for a long time, only to be covered with a thick layer of dust.

He casually threw the book on the table, took a few steps and fell on the bed, lifted the quilt on the side and put it on his body, closed his eyes, and was about to fall asleep like this.

Song Jing slept until night fell.Maybe it's because the soul and body don't fit well, he gets tired easily, and drawing circles in the morning to find Xiao Qingli's calligraphy and painting talent is not a small consumption for him.

Fortunately, in the Tantai family, the disciples of the front mountain and the direct descendants of the back mountain, unless it is an important occasion, everyone will prepare their own food, like the small yellow fruit that Song Jing ate in the morning, called mangqing, it is a very common evergreen plant in all seasons, Under the nourishment of the mysterious aura, a large amount of fruit can be produced every day for people to eat.There are many such fruit trees, and there are special places to plant them like Yaopuya.Otherwise, if it is a dinner party, if Chunshui finds out that he is not present for lunch, he will definitely come to deliver food to him, and then he will find Song Jing, who should have been struggling to endorse, lying on the bed and dreaming soundly, so I don't know how crazy Chunshui will be ——Although it's hard to imagine Chun Shui's crazy appearance.

After waking up, Song Jing was full of energy, and it was rare to be clear. He rubbed his protesting stomach. He knew that his cultivation base was not yet at the level of not relying on food at all. He stood up and stretched his waist. Touching the bridge of his nose, he prepared to go out to find something to eat.

Unknown to everyone, he felt a little guilty, afraid of meeting that young man who was so sad even when he was smiling, Tantai Chunshui.I don't know the reason, but I always feel that if I see that person's slightly bent back as if it can't bear the weight all the time, and the sincere concern in the sad eyes, I will be terribly wronged.

It was a novel feeling, Song Jing slipped out of the room, looked left and right, but there was no one around, just in time to try a few small spells that appeared in her mind today.

These small spells can be cast as long as they have spiritual power, no specific exercises are required.Xiao Qingli's spiritual power is not high, but it is not extremely low.

The first is "Tracking Fireflies", which can search for people or things by virtue of breath.With his current skills, he can only use this to search for large-area, fixed fruit forests.

Seeing a ray of light like distant stars appear in front of him, Song Jing couldn't help but bend his lips. All this is so wonderful and interesting, and it is also another life and challenge for him.

Then there is "invisibility". Now he can't directly hide himself, so that others can't see him. He just stays at the point that it is not easy to attract people's attention.As long as others don't look at it intentionally, it is very likely