"Caichen."

After Li Ran left, Nie Xiaoqian's figure appeared in the room, dressed in white, like a fairy who had landed in the mortal world, not living in the world. She hugged Ning Caichen with both hands from behind, leaned her head on Ning Caichen's back and showed a happy smile. Since she left Lanruo Temple, she has been following Ning Caichen. Because she had not yet cultivated her yang body, she could only come out at night, but she was very happy.

Feeling Nie Xiaoqian holding him, Ning Caichen also had a smile on his face, and reached out to grab one of Nie Xiaoqian's hands and pulled him into his arms from behind.

"What's wrong, is there anything?"

Nie Xiaoqian saw Ning Caichen's slightly frowning brows and asked, although she spent most of her time practicing in Qiannian Mu's heart and did not know what was happening outside, she was very smart and good at observing words and expressions. She saw some emotions in Ning Caichen's eyes.

"Is it the old monster in Black Mountain?"

Nie Xiaoqian asked, a little worried. Although they escaped in Lanruo Temple, the old monster of Black Mountain has been pressing into his heart like a big stone, reminding them from time to time.

"Don't worry, it's not that old monster. If it's an old monster coming, I won't run away early, my husband can't beat that guy now." He put his hands on Nie Xiaoqian's slender waist and smiled: "My husband is just thinking about what's next. He killed Shushan last time, and the three monks in Emei are afraid that it won't take long to get Shushan. Emei will know about it, and there will be some trouble next."

"Do we want to avoid it?" Nie Xiaoqian looked worried. She still had some understanding of these two sects.

"No, as long as it is not the great cultivator of the Yuanshen, what are you afraid of Shushan and Emei? Moreover, such a person will not take action under normal circumstances."

"But recently, many forces have appeared in Luoshui City, and there is no news from Liangzhou City. I guess that in the next few days, there will be major changes in Luoshui City. Time, life is a chaotic world, and opportunity. I plan to wait for a while, wait for the teacher to arrive, and see if I can gain something."

"Yes." Nie Xiaoqian nodded obediently.

Then, Ning Caichen let Nie Xiaoqian go, put paper on the table, and started practicing calligraphy. Practicing calligraphy is second, the most important thing is to cultivate literary spirit. The last time in Lanruo Temple, the copybook left to him by Ji Yuan was completely destroyed when he dealt with the old demon of the Black Mountain, but he also

It’s not that he has gained nothing, but he seems to have seen the threshold of a great scholar. In a vague way, he seems to have gained some insights, but he can’t grasp it. During this period, during his spare time, he will calm down and feel the literary spirit. He feels that he has touched the threshold of a great scholar, but he has not taken the last step. He is eager to step out.

Time is not tolerant. Today, Lu Yin's words made him wary. All the ants under his supernatural powers were small. Only by achieving martial arts, great cultivators, and great scholars at the level of the great world can one say that he truly stood at the peak of this world and dominated his destiny. Therefore, he urgently hopes that he will take that step and become a great scholar. At that time, he will not be afraid of whether it is the old demon of Heishan, Shushan, or Emei. Moreover, he has always had the will to compete for hegemony in times of troubled times, but if he does not have the strength, how can hegemony be fought for hegemony? He is not Liu Bang. Although he does not have the highest strength, he has a great figure such as Zhang Liang, Han Xin, and Xiao He.

With the inscriptions on the pen, the thinking gradually became ethereal, Ning Caichen fell into the understanding of the literary spirit—

The world has righteous energy, and it is mixed with manifolds. The rivers and mountains are below, and the sun and stars are above. It is called Haoran, and the vast and dark. The righteous energy is also the literary spirit understood by literati. It exists in every grass, tree, flower and leaf, and even the universe and the world. Ning Caichen has speculated that the so-called great and long river is the product of the gathering of righteous energy between heaven and earth. The realm of great scholars is to communicate the righteous energy between heaven and earth, and communicate the heaven and earth, just like a warrior, a martial artist in the realm of martial arts and magical powers. Open up the 365 acupoints of the whole body, penetrate the bridge of heaven and earth in the body, communicate with heaven and earth, and the physical body is transcendent, breathing with heaven and earth. Every move and every move carry the power of heaven and earth; the same is true for the great monks of the primordial spirit among the monks. The three souls are united to achieve the primordial spirit, and the primordial spirit communicates with heaven and earth, and trigger the power of heaven and earth. The reason why this level is transcendent and extraordinary is that it has been separated from the category of creatures and is united with heaven and earth, and it seems that every move is full of the power of heaven and earth...

Ning Caichen had a careful understanding and fell into enlightenment, hoping to see through the great scholar's way. He had already felt that his literary energy had realized the vital bottle. Although his martial arts cultivation also achieved transformation, it had not reached its peak yet and it was difficult to break through in a short period of time. Therefore, he was useless to the group of life spirit. He planned to wait until the martial arts cultivation reached its peak, and then take the vital energy to help himself break through the martial arts magical powers in one fell swoop...

Nie Xiaoqian stood quietly beside Ning Caichen without saying a word. Hongxiu Tianxiang, she was once an official and a talented woman. She liked this atmosphere very much. She quietly watched Ning Caichen write poems and lyrics. Moreover, Ning Caichen's words were literary and had a good effect on her. She found that when she first saw Ning Caichen write, she felt uncomfortable all over, but gradually, as time went by, she found that literary and artistic restraint on herself became less and less, and also promoted her yang body cultivation.

.............

That night, the moon was shining with stars. A crescent moon hung high in the night sky, sprinkling white silver light. There were sparse remaining stars hanging in the sky. The earth and mountains were covered with a layer of silver-white gauze. At this time, even in the middle of the night, the entire Wang family and the whole house had turned off the lights, with few sounds, only the whistling of the night wind and the rustling of leaves.

In the room in the east wing, Wang Sheng slept on the bed...

"Shasha!......Hasha!..."

Somehow, he slept very poorly tonight, always feeling confused, as if he was asleep, but he didn't seem to fall asleep, and was in a state of half-sleeping and half-awake. The wind outside the window was a bit big, and the branches outside the window were rustling, which was annoying.

"Shi Shi...Shi Shi..."

Finally, Wang Sheng woke up, opened his sleepy eyes, touched the head of the bed, but found that Ji Shishi, who was sleeping beside him, had disappeared at some point, leaving only a faint fragrance.

"Shi Shi!..."

Wang Sheng sat up from the bed, looked around, and finally found a candle on the table beside the window of the room through the white bed tent, and Ji Shishi was combed in big red clothes in front of the mirror.

"Shishi..."

Wang Sheng got up from the bed, got out of the bed with his shoes, and walked towards Ji Shishi, wondering, and combing his hair in the middle of the night in front of the mirror.

With a little sleepy look, I slowly walked to Ji Shishi's side and held Ji Shishi's shoulder from behind--

"It's so late, why are you still combed your hair?"

Wang Sheng said, his nose sniffing Ji Shishi's black hair, and then looked at the pretty face of the beauty in the bronze mirror, but at this glance, his body froze.

Shocked and dull, looking at the scene reflected in the bronze mirror, Wang Sheng felt like he had been cast a desolate spell, and his body was froze in place, as if he had been poured with cold water in the middle of winter, and his whole body was cold, and a huge fear swept across his body. Because in his sight, the scene in the bronze mirror was not Ji Shishi in his memory at all. It was a pale face like a white paper, and there were cracks crisscrossing like spiders. His skin was falling off one by one, and the hair in front was bare, like a big scalp and hair fell off together. This was extremely cold.

I was still combing my hair with a comb in one hand, but it can be seen that the hair and scalp there have been peeling off...

"Husband, am I beautiful?"

Ji Shishi turned her head and asked Wang Sheng with a smile, but her face was already torn and her mouth was cracked. This scene made people feel cold all over.
Chapter completed!