Painting Spring Mountain is originally a floating mountain on the sea.

The saint of calligraphy went through seclusion in the mountains, understood the method of space, refined the mountain, and condensed it into an extremely small treasure box.

Whenever the box is opened, towering mountains fly out of nowhere, colliding violently with the real space, causing a large-scale collapse.

The mountains are pressing down on the top and are destroyed. The scene is cruel and domineering, without any Confucian style.

Fortunately, this scene has not appeared again in many years.

It is not because the Book Saint has become more kind and more lenient as he grows older. It is just because his strong enemy is dead, no one deserves his own hands, and uses such terrifying means.

When you prove your strength, someone will listen to the truth you are talking about.

The saint of calligraphy gradually became the most reasonable and respectful scholar in the world. He founded Qingya Academy, and then retired and passed the academy to the current dean.

The painting of spring mountains is quietly stored in the treasure box, like a beauty who has passed away and is forgotten after her years, her silk skirt fades, and her makeup box is covered with dust.

Qingya Academy is known as Wan Qingshan. As long as the students have thick skin, they can call themselves "the disciples of the Book Saint", but no one can truly inherit his mantle.

More than half of the students in the academy came from a family of immortal cultivation, and there were many promising sons from heaven, but there were no descendants he had sought.

If the road is not good, he will turn to the secret road and open black shops, rice shops, rouge shops, etc. in four continents, doing shameful business.

A year ago, he discovered Wei Ping at the Rouge Shop in Fenglin City.

Now another boy who is worth seeing is found in the pawn shop in Huaweicheng.

"Huawei City." Old Man smiled, "This news conference seems to be held at Huawei Clan?"

"That's right." The dean replied: "The students of our college have arrived at Huaweizong. In the past, Xuyun Zhenren sent his senior disciple to send him a personal invitation, asking you to rule the leader of the 'Calligraphy and Painting Test'. But you think his calligraphy is ugly, so let me go to the meeting for you." He turned to look at everyone behind him, "Feiyun Tower is ready. We are leaving today to go to Huaweizong to meet with the students."

"Is that true?" Old man recalled for a moment and wondered, "I think the word Xuyun is ugly?"

Everyone nodded like pounding garlic.

"I have changed my mind!" Lao Lu said frankly, "Let's go, let's join in the fun."

He said he would leave and set off immediately, as if he was going out for a walk.

As for his sudden visit, Huaweizong was unprepared for how he would be in chaos, it was someone else's business.

A flying cloud building rolled up the strong wind and went straight to the sky. All the way westward, heading to Huaweizong.

The news that the Saint of Calligraphy will personally visit the Wenwen Association will spread throughout the four continents within one day.

Talismans in the world are surging, traveling day and night, gathering at the foot of Huaweizong Mountain, hoping to meet the saint with the fate.

In the past, when the Book Saint heard about these things, he only felt troublesome and impatient, but now he can't help laughing:

The young man who spoke up on my mountain would be very excited if he knew that I would come, right?

What is he doing now?

Alas, I was probably trying hard to draw talismans day and night, preparing to attract my attention.

Song Qianji sneezes.

He was holding a small carving knife and carving a wooden sign, and he worked very hard.

Next to many crops in the yard, there are already delicate and small wooden signs inserted into the soil, revealing the parts clearly: eggplant, green onions, cabbage, wisteria, ivy...

Just like giving a name to every little life he carved by himself, every wooden card he carved carefully, with strokes and strokes, like carvings on tofu.

It is more serious than he has to carry a pen and talisman in a black shop last night.

In this way, even if someone encounters someone who "doesn't know beans", they will not misunderstand and call their names wrong.

Potatoes are the first batch of vegetables he grows, and they have special significance. He set up cards for each potato seedling: soil one, soil two, soil ‌…

The lilac petals and tender yellow core potato flowers trembled slightly in the wind, and the green leaves rubbed across the feet. The small wooden sign seemed to be saying hello.

"Senior Brother Song! The new seeds that arrived today!" Meng Heze broke into the door, threw four bags of seeds, and rushed to the stove: "I'll cook noodles!"

Song Qianji gently blew away the wood chips at the tip of the knife: "You are about to break through. Your breath is unstable, so please be irritable in the past two days."

"Senior brother saw it?" Meng Heze was a little nervous, "Can I make a breakthrough smoothly?"

Song Qianji smiled: "Of course."

Meng Heze breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that as long as the other party said a word, he would really no longer be nervous.

"Stop cooking noodles, I have something to do and go out."

Song Qianji had already carved all the wooden signs and put down the carving knife. Meng Heze handed over the wet towel at the right time to facilitate his hand to wipe: "Where are you going, what's the matter to do, I'll do it for the senior brother."

"Yaoguang Lake, put some mud to plant lotus roots, and you won't use it."

Not counting the two vegetable fields outside the courtyard, there are vegetables on the ground in Song Qianji's small courtyard, hanging flowers on the racks, vines climbing on the walls, and stone tables and lounge chairs. There is no space in the sky or underground.

Fortunately, there is no soil on the stone steps on the eaves of the courtyard, but there is an open space, which is just two water tanks.

He got a new bag of lotus root seeds, which are smooth and round. They can sprout after soaking for two days. It would be a pity if they don’t plant them!

Song Qianji's heart was even more itchy, and he was determined to add two cylinders of lotus.

However, you should not use the ready-made soil in the yard to plant lotus roots. It is best to have silt at the bottom of the lake for many years.

Meng Heze handed over another dry towel and smiled and said, "How can you bother Senior Brother Song with a little rough work? I opened the gate and shouted, and there were immediately hundreds of disciples, willing to serve the senior brother!"

"Nonsense." Song Qianji retorted lightly and took the storage bag out of the door.

The soil also has life, so he personally picked it.

Meng Heze followed him: "I'm not talking nonsense!"

He did not say nonsense, the outer sect of Huawei Sect had changed.

The disciples left after a day's work, and never do more for a little reward, which would waste time. When you look for Song Qianji to answer questions, you must stagger the meal time. No one wants to listen to Senior Brother Meng drive people away.

After having Song Qianji, there is no need to look at the face of the elder of the Xueyetang. Compared to the fierce competition and mutual competition, they now prefer to cooperate.

They feel comfortable and many people start to feel uncomfortable.

The Deacon Hall is the most uncomfortable. No one works hard, and the output of spirit stone minerals is in danger. The inner disciples are also uncomfortable. Originally, they only gave a little sweetness, but someone stole the head and ran for you to do the job. Now, the outer disciples have seen the world from somewhere, so it is hard to fool them.

The elders of the Teaching Hall were most uncomfortable.

In the past, some people were polite and just asking for a few questions, but now no one holds them, and the psychological gap is difficult to accept for a while.

These things are summarized in one place, piled up on Xuyun’s desk, and become a question: Why has the outer disciples become so difficult to manage?

The outer sect seems low, but the number of people is large, which is the cornerstone that supports a large sect.

The foundation stone is about to collapse, but where can the building exist?

The Master of Peak proposed to change a group of disciples and drive all the lazy disciples down the mountain to fundamentally eliminate unhealthy trends.

However, Dengwenya's meeting is imminent, and I really have no time to pursue it, and I have no time to recruit new disciples. Xuyun could only order everyone to endure it and endure it until the conference ended.

Because the Calligraphy Saint is about to visit, it completely disrupted Huaweizong's original preparations.

Although Xuyun personally wrote an invitation to show his importance, after he failed to break through the transformation of the gods, he did not want to see the four strong men whose cultivation level crushed him.

If the Saint of Calligraphy does not come, he will be happy and at ease. If the Saint of Calligraphy is coming, he can only admit defeat.

The palaces and pavilions of Huawei Sect are scattered and countless. Before the opening of the conference, the aristocratic families of the sects participating in the conference have moved in.

The students of Qingya Academy live in Songlin Pavilion, with a noble and elegant environment, and the disciples are very satisfied.

But when the Saint of Calligraphy comes in person, he should live alone in the largest and most noble guest hall.

Now there live there Master Hongye Temple and his disciples. Monks speak compassionately and move as they say goodbye.

Other sects have raised some places for the monks of Hongye Temple, and there are quite some complaints. Yuan Qingshi and Chen Hongzhu cannot come forward, and several peak masters cannot come forward. Finally, he came forward in person and made arrangements.

Xuyun wished that the Saint of Calligraphy would live directly in Qiankun Hall and moved to the Shushui Bridge outside the hall gate.

Finally, the rehearsal of the ritual and music ceremony that received the Book Saint ended. Xu Yun sat down, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.

The master of Ziyun Temple, Qingwei, came suddenly to visit.

Xuyun's eyebrows pounded, and he had a premonition of something bad.

Very familiar feeling.

The last time this premonition appeared, it was the little disciple of the outer sect who said the name of the person in Qiankun Palace.

The true man Qingwei was wearing a purple Taoist robe, and the whisk was moving lightly, and he was happy and happy:

"My uncle just heard the news! Good news!"

Xu Yunqiang calmed down and smiled, "Then congratulate him on the chess ghost. How is he doing now?"

"Of course, my uncle suddenly felt something yesterday. There may be an opportunity to accept disciples at this conference. He will arrive tomorrow and say there is no need to worry, everything is simple."

“…”

Xuyun didn't want to live in the Shuishu Bridge anymore, he wanted to jump off the bridge.

"Haha, I don't know which lucky junior can get the inheritance of the chess ghost. It's really a blessing for destiny." He heard his slightly trembling voice.

***

The sunset shines on the lake and turns into broken gold dots.

The lotus leaves on the lake are just beginning to emerge, but the climate is not yet formed. The stone pavilion in the middle of the lake is independent and reflected in the water.

This place is a scene of Huawei Sect. At this moment, the lakeside is bustling, and many young monks are visiting and laughing like a wave.

They have men and women, and they come from sects, with different robes and colorful colors.

Song Qianji and Meng Heze walked past the crowd.

The two were wearing outer disciple robes, like two gray ducks.
Chapter completed!