The next day, Solo Theater.

The green trees lean on the green, and the flowing water resounds in the sky.

Between the lush greenery, the flowers pave the incense path.

Chen Yan sat up from the wooden couch, stretched his waist, took the inkstone and the large pen on the case, and pushed the door out.

Outside the white stone small pool, there is half an acre, soaked in green and green, under the spring breeze, it is still halo and colorful, and the vitality is depressed.

"Whew,"

Chen Yan exhaled a breath of white air, squatted down, and began to wash the inkstone.

The pool water is half warm, the tentacles are not cold, as the ink in the inkstone is washed away, the true color of the inkstone is soon revealed, the stone is turquoise, elegant and rare, the quality is firm and fine, crystal like jade.

Touch it with your hands, the lines are delicate, caressing it like a skin, and the warm and moist coolness flows around the fingertips, faintly, as if you hear an ethereal and clear sound.

If there is a discerning person, you can see that such an inkstone has an elegant name called Shuiyu Duck Head Green, which was out of the year, and I don't know how many readers were crazy, and it can be passed on as an heirloom.

From this inkstone, it can be seen why the Dule House makes people crazy to rob.

It took half an hour for Chen Yan to clean the inkstone, and then began to wash the pen again.

Compared with carefully washing the inkstone, washing the pen is much easier, I saw him holding a large pen, with a slight wave, the full ink unfolded in the water, like a flowery ink-colored lotus, faint and deep.

There are birds in the ears, the fragrance of ink in the nose, the breeze blows in the face, and the flowers and trees enter the painting.

After washing the large pen and inkstone, Chen Yan returned to the house and sat by the desk.

"Young master, I'm here to get water. ”

Ah Ying took the jade bowl, and the spring water inside was clear and had a faint aroma.

"Hmm. ”

Chen Yan nodded, took the jade bowl, poured a little spring water into the inkstone surface, and then put the ink block.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Yan held his breath and began to sharpen the ink.

As the saying goes, grinding ink is like a disease.

When grinding ink, the force should be uniform and the speed should be slow, otherwise, the ink will not be good, affecting the calligraphy and painting.

Ah Ying watched from the side, as a maid, she didn't grind the ink, but now looking at her young master, in the meditation room, her posture is like a pine, the ink is like a disease, and she is delicate and silent.

The inkstone, the ink fragrance, the youth, the calm, the whole picture is like a pale landscape painting, there is an indescribable charm floating.

Seeing this, A-Ying, who dislikes reading the most, has the urge to practice calligraphy and painting.

Of course, it's just impulse.

Seeing that there was nothing else to do, Ah Ying was on tiptoe, light as a raccoon cat, and did not make a sound, and soon came outside, and as the skills of the five birds deepened, she changed a lot.

In the main hall, there is a faint fragrance of ink.

Chen Yan looked out the window while grinding.

I saw the new light reflecting the water, the green clouds flooding, the fine scales haunting, the cranes growing, and the elegant bamboo, the green pines and cypresses, and the soft willows.

It is really as quiet as the mountains as ancient, and the days as long as small years.

After chanting the small poem, the ink is polished.

Look closely, the ink is in the inkstone, black and dull, the halo is warm, and the fragrance is dense, not the fragrance of flowers, but the fragrance of flowers.

"Good. ”

Chen Yan spread out the white paper, took a large pen, dipped the tip of the pen in ink, groaned slightly, and put the pen into words.

Looking carefully, Chen Yan sat up straight, his eyes were heavy, stroke by stroke, hook by stroke, writing extremely slowly, as if there was a boulder hanging on the tip of the pen.

This kind of brushwork is not like writing, but like carving a monument.

Almost at the same time, a bulge appeared on Chen Yan's forehead, like a diamond bead, and like a heavenly court seal, with a red patch on it, the color became darker and darker, and it became more and more intense, almost turning into substance.

Whoa,

In an instant, the qi and blood in the body seemed to be driven by the dignified brushwork, like a dragon and a snake, from the bottom to the top, straight to the center of the eyebrows.

Click, click

The next moment, like thunder, Chen Yan's eyebrows kept beating.

"Rokko Spirit,"

Chen Yan knew that this time he just borrowed the momentum of the dignified brushwork like a mountain, and he could rush through the level in advance, and such an opportunity could not be sought, so he tried his best to mobilize the qi and blood in his body.

Qi and blood are intangible and qualitative, and this urge is immediately like a hot pot with oil, and the raging flames burn, producing an incredible force that hits the eyebrow level heavily.

Click, click

There are spiderweb-like cracks in the eyebrow level, but they are still tough and not broken.

"It's still not enough. ”

Chen Yan understands that his cultivation of Liujia Shangyuan Gong is still shallow, and his qi and blood have not yet reached the peak, and now he is just using this rare artistic conception to impact, and he can't do it as naturally as he passes through the three levels of the Dao.

But at this time, if you give up, you will be unwilling.

"Looks like we're going to have to rush. ”

Chen Yan thought of the secret method recorded in the Liujia Shangyuan Gong about rushing through the pass, took a deep breath, and the phantom of the six gods resurfaced and sucked in suddenly.

Coo-goo,

In less than half a breath, another strong stream of qi and blood rushed out of the body, and with lightning speed, it violently slammed into the eyebrow level.

Click,

With a crisp sound, the level was completely broken, and the blood was on the brain.

Thundered

Qi and blood rushed into the Heavenly Court in the heart of the eyebrows, and the sun turned into a great sun, and the flames rolled and dispelled the darkness.

Rushing through the level seems to be two simple words, but in fact it is three steps: breaking through the level, opening up the sea of knowledge, and returning the soul.

Obviously, now is the second step, to open up the sea of knowledge.

"Give me on, on, on,"

Chen Yan spat out the truth, continued to extract the qi and blood in his body, and poured up to the Heavenly Court Mud Pill Palace, turning into a great sun, and endless brilliance fell, opening up the world and sweeping away the world.

The sun rises higher and higher, the brilliance becomes brighter and brighter, the flames become more and more vigorous, and the sea of knowledge grows bigger and bigger.

I don't know how long it took, Chen Yan felt very tired, so he stopped the expansion of Zhihai.

"There's one last step left. ”

Chen Yan's eyes are clear, he silently recites mantras, and in the sea, the words burst out, and the octagonal hangs down, blooming with immeasurable light.

As soon as the spell falls,

Knowing that the sea breeze rose, black shadows were used from all directions, and in less than ten breaths, they merged together, forming a vague shadow.

The vague shadow is the soul.

"It's done,"

As soon as the soul came out, Zhihai seemed to be immediately blessed by a mysterious power, and it became firm and unbreakable.

Buzz, buzz, buzz,

Sensing the opening up of the sea of knowledge, the Eight Views of the Golden Yang Treasure Mirror automatically flew out of the sleeve, shrunk, turned into a golden light, and threw it into the center of his eyebrows.

Whoa,

The treasure mirror hangs above the sea of knowledge, hanging down the pearl-like light to protect the soul that has just been condensed.

"Finally it worked. ”

Chen Yan showed a smile on his face, only to feel that there was a shackle on his body, which was very relaxed.

Three levels of entry: induction, qi nourishment, and Zhoutian.

Essence and Spirit: Rushing to the level, condensing the soul, and fugue.

After passing the level, it means that he has entered the stage of refining and transforming into a god, and he has begun to gradually break away from the physical body and exert the powerful and incredible power of the divine soul.

This is a new beginning, and a big metamorphosis.

Unconsciously, it's 50,000 words, and the collection is exactly 3,000, which is much better than the previous book, thank you for your support. In addition, since I received the signing text message of 10,000 words, I have only printed the contract and prepared to send it, which should be the last week we have been on the rookie list, and next week will be the impact of the signing list.