What about the soft and cute bamboo horse I am a freshman?

It was already evening when Jinshi came back, he stepped on the red clouds and hummed a little song, walked over the threshold of Yuan Mansion in a comfortable mood, walked all the way to the study room and opened the door, saw Yuan Chu sitting behind the desk, saw him come in, Putting down the picture book in his hand, he said lightly: "It seems that the national teacher has found a solution to your current problem?"

"Probably," Jin Shi nodded, "He guessed it was because my spirit veins grew too fast and I didn't get used to it. I plan to try to copy the spectrum completely in the next two days, so as to feel and understand this feeling again."

"Copy drawing spectrum," Yuanchu repeated the word, "Do you still remember how I took you to learn formations when you were young?"

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, he still wanted him to travel in the clouds.

Jin Shi was helpless: "Now...can't you leave..."

"What can't you leave?" Yuanchu asked back, "Now that Beicheng has surrendered and Damu is stable, it is a good time to go to Yunyou."

Jin Shi was silent for a while, and then asked: "Is Da Mu really stable?"

The prince of Beicheng is free in the capital, while the Nanya office of Tuzheng has ulterior motives. The whereabouts and motives of Song Chengyuan, who assassinated the old national teacher, are a mystery.

If he puts everything down now and goes wandering, then Liang Fang will naturally continue to face all this alone.

Thinking of Liang Fang's relieved expression when he heard that he would not go to Yunyou for the time being, Jinshi couldn't bear it.

Yuanchu sighed: "Is Liang Fang so important to you?"

The same question was asked at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty when he insisted on participating in the Young Eagle Winter War when he, who had always disliked fighting formations, answered at that time that Liang Fang was his best friend.

Later, because of that championship, he almost died at the hands of the second prince.

After 11 years, Jin Shi still nodded firmly: "Liang Fang is very important to me."

Yuanchu's lips moved to say something, but in the end he gave up.

Maybe there are some things that are destined to be good from the very beginning. Yuan Chu thought that under the shackles of the people who were bound by fate and the pull of fate, no matter what changes they experienced, they would eventually be pulled together.

Or become a bosom friend.

Or become an eternal enemy.

Just like...

Yuanchu sighed deeply. He stood up and looked out of the window with his hands behind his back. The sky was completely dark, and the moon and its companion star were slowly rising.

"Have you ever thought about it," Yuan Chu said softly, Jinshi couldn't hear any emotion in his voice, "If one day in the future, you and Liang Fang must be enemies?"

And Liang Fang... an enemy?

"Or," Yuan Chu turned his head with sharp eyes, "One day, Liang Fang will consider you an enemy?"

Jinshi didn't understand, so he asked, "What... mean?"

Seeing Jinshi's ignorant look at the beginning of Yuan Dynasty, he shook his head: "Forget it, Jinshi, you can make your own decision, but remember, there is no medicine for regret in this world."

Just like what he answered Jinshi 11 years ago.

Jin Shi didn't get any useful information from Yuan Chu that night, and Yuan Chu just silently supported his decision as before.

The next step is to prepare for the next spring test.

The array test of the Department of Painting Arrays was just before and after the Jingzhe, and it was only a few months away from now, so the time is tight, and the most important thing for Jinshi right now is to solve the current sensory problem.

Both Yuanchu and Liang Fang believed that his current predicament was due to the rapid growth of the spiritual veins that had been sealed for nine years, which caused him to be unable to keep up with the judgment of the trend of the spiritual energy of the opponent, which is why he now has a sense of contradiction and inaccurate perception The problem, after all, his sensitivity to the perception of aura has not decreased, but there is a problem with the judgment of the result after perception.

So he began to re-copy the notation.

After he insisted on the influence of talent on him, gritted his teeth and copied a few drawing books, he found that his feeling about the formation had changed a little. Force yourself to re-understand and perceive the aura of the formation with this talent, and try to match this feeling with the actual effect of the formation. After a period of training, the sense of contradiction when drawing the formation is gradually reduced. The perception of aura also began to be accurate.

"You are wasting your talent."

A cold voice came.

Jin Shi ignored the voice, flipped his wrist, completed the last touch on the formation, and then began to pack his things.

Ever since he started re-copying the manuals, he seldom drew formations in the mansion, because the Yuan Mansion currently does not have the conditions to release various formations, so he chose to study in the capital for the formation masters who were preparing for the formation test. Jingbitang draws arrays and displays arrays.

Jingbitang is to the east of Huichengyuan.There is a large hall here, where there are many book cases for the array painters who come here to draw arrays, and the array painters who have finished drawing arrays can bring array paper into the small array in the back hall to test the effect of arrays.

It's not far from the main courtyard of Huichengyuan. Jinshi would come here to test the effect every time after copying the painting scores, and then go home with him after Yuanchu's work in Huichengyuan was over.

"Hey, did you hear what I was talking to you?" The owner of the voice dissatisfied, "As a genius, how can you use this kind of plaything like drawing on paper to ruin your talent?"

Jinshi took the paper that he had copied, and turned to look at the red-haired man leaning on the table next to him. His Highness Murong He, the prince of Beicheng who had been doing nothing all day, wandered here for some reason today. When he saw Jinshi painting the formation, he I came over and looked at it for a long time.

Jinshi really doesn't know how much freedom Prince Beicheng has, why he can enter this kind of place to select talents for Damu.

"It's my freedom to do what I want," Jinshi said blankly, "If you're dissatisfied, you don't have to watch it."

Seeing his reckless appearance, Merong He folded his arms and snorted coldly: "If you continue like this, your talent will be obliterated."

Jinshi is fed up with Murong He who has been nagging in his ears like a parrot all day today: "His Royal Highness, thank you for your kindness, but please don't make it sound like you know me very well, what am I doing now? Know yourself."

Liang Fang hated Bei Renren, and Jin Shi naturally didn't like Bei Renren much.

If it was in the past, if it was other annoying people, he might be hypocritical, but when he thought that he was the culprit who led troops to attack Damu more than ten years ago, and it was the beginning of all misfortunes, Jin Shi didn't even have patience with him. Bong.

Ignoring Mo Ronghe any more, Jinshi was ready to turn around and walk to the backyard with the paper in his arms.

"Ninth, No.17 and No.60," Merong He said when Jinshi passed by, "This is the formation that your talent tells you can save the entire formation."

Jin Shi's footsteps stopped.

"You had obvious hesitation when drawing these three strokes," Mo Ronghe continued, "but you still added these three strokes. Jin Shi, if you continue like this, once your talent adapts to this painting method , then your advantage over other array painters will also disappear."

"Since you're impatient, then I won't look for you again," Mo Ronghe walked out, "Obviously I already know the optimal solution, but I still follow the book step by step. Tuzhen doesn't believe that he believes in the book, genius Sooner or later you will become mediocre."

Jinshi was holding the array paper, his hands and feet were cold.

Merong He was right.

During this period of time, he has been working hard to integrate his talent with the content of the book, but the so-called fusion is just that he is forcing his talent to conform to the content of the book.

But what if the content in the book is not the optimal solution?

It is equivalent to knowing that there is a shortcut to reach the destination, but he does not believe in his own judgment, and must walk along the long road with many footprints. It is safe, but lacks innovation and passion.

Is this the painted array he wants?

Mo Ronghe walked to the door, and saw the young man holding the paper and frowning sideways, he knew that Jinshi was in trouble.This is a dilemma that only he can understand, it is incomprehensible to ordinary people, and it belongs to the dilemma of geniuses.

Not everyone can find the shortest road, so in the eyes of ordinary people, there is only one big road that many people have traveled, but only geniuses have the courage to make every attempt and fulfill every inspiration , so as to explore a new way.

"Painting can be done by trial and error," Mo Ronghe said in a deep voice, "Those pictographs are written for people to evaluate and revise, if even the predecessors dare not overthrow and deny, huh..." He smiled contemptuously , "Then this array painter can't go far, because his end point is always the halfway point of others."

Jinshi was all over for a while, he looked at Murong He, who had already strode out, the sun was scattered on his long red hair, intertwined with golden-red light.

Jin Shi clenched his hands tightly and returned to the desk. He closed his eyes, opened them again, raised his spirit stick and drew a new formation.

When Yuanchu waited for Jinshi to come out, the sun had already set, leaving only half of the red glow.

"Have you encountered any problems today?" Yuan Chu asked, usually Jinshi was waiting for him, today he came out late, but Jinshi came out later than him.

Jin Shi nodded, then shook his head again, with an unconcealable excitement on his expression.

"At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty," he said happily, "I seem to have found a method suitable for me to restore that talent."

He tried to believe in his own talent, relying on the notation, constantly adjusting and trial and error, talent no longer blindly follow the notation, and no longer insist on going his own way with the old feeling, whether it is the notation or the old intuition from childhood, It has become something that needs to be overthrown and improved.

Everything becomes smoother.

He grasped the method, excitedly and obsessively tried the improvement of the formation again and again in the small formation, until the formation was used for too long and needed to be forced to close before he came out unsatisfied.

"It seems that you have found the road you want to take," Yuanchu sighed, "Actually, when you said copying the drawing books, I was also worried that those drawing books would affect your talent, but now you have found a solution way, that's good."

Mentioning this point, Jinshi's smile hesitated for a moment, and he scratched his hair in embarrassment: "Actually, I was also instructed by others."

Yuan Chu raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

Jin Shi hesitated and said: "That's the one, the eldest prince who Beicheng came to be the proton, Mo Ronghe."

Yuan Chu's face changed instantly.

National Teacher's Mansion, Study Room.

Liang Fang's eyebrows were cold: "Are Murong He and Jinshi today?"

"Yes, my lord," Lu Nianli said with anger on his face, "that Jin Shi and Mo Ronghe are so close, although the Holy One has cleared Yuan Jiuyao's suspicions back then, everyone knows the so-called 'truth' Mingming is a reason for Yuan Jiuyao to return to Beijing, who knows what happened back then, and now his apprentice is with..."

"Lu Nianli," Liang Fang interrupted him coldly, "Yuan Jiuyao is not something you can suspect at will."

Lu Nianli muttered again unwillingly: "Even if Yuan Jiuyao was really wronged, who knows if they will hold grudges and collude with Beicheng..."

"Enough," Liang Fang got angry, he closed his eyes to calm the irritability in his heart, and then said word by word, "Whether it's Jinshi or Yuan Jiuyao, you can't arrange it behind your back, understand? ? You just need to pay attention to Jinshi’s movements and report truthfully, and you don’t need to talk about the rest.”

A trace of unwillingness flashed in Lu Nianli's eyes, but Liang Fang was already furious, so he could only knelt down and clasped his fists: "Nianli obeys."

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