At night, the weather started to get colder. There were no thick clothes, no air conditioning, and no charcoal fire. I could only close the windows and doors tightly. I asked Ning Shan to find something to block the window holes, lit the oil lamp, and took out the copying books. Ning Caichen decided how many more books could be copied tonight.

At least four copies have to be copied out, then go to Ji Mansion to exchange money, get eight copper coins, and add two of them to your own, which is just enough for the down payment of the store. In addition, there are seven or eight copper coins in Ningshan, which are used to buy paper for writing couplets. At the beginning, there are no need to write too many, just two or three pieces.

It's enough, because he didn't plan to sell the couplets immediately, which is unrealistic. He is aiming at two more important festivals in the next month. No matter what, his goal is to get some money for the store down payment tomorrow morning!

With a goal, Ning Caichen took action. This is how people are. When there is no goal, they are like headless flies. With a goal, they are like finding a gap in an egg and will get in without hesitation!

Grind ink, moisten the pen, and write books!

Three steps together, and I already know the content of the Book of Songs. I don’t need to read it at all. I just need to write it all the way. Soon, Ning Caichen entered this wonderful feeling again. His brain was extremely clear and seemed to be integrated with the surroundings.

When writing, he feels like a fish in water. He feels like he has life and wants to live!

Ning Shan sat opposite Ning Caichen with a stool, and he was lying on the table reluctantly. He watched Ning Caichen write. He originally wanted to go to bed, but he didn't know what his son was going to do, so he didn't let him sleep. He said that he could only let him go to bed after he copied a book.

I realize that Ning Shan has a lot of resentment about this!

You just copy the book, why are you pulling me? Isn’t this going to punish me?

A pair of big eyes were waiting for Ning Caichen's movements, as if he was about to stare out a thorn, but slowly, Ning Shan's eyes gradually changed, and finally became suspicious. He had never read a book and could not read, but he felt that Ning Caichen's writing was very good and his movements were good.

The characters written are also beautiful, and there is an indescribable feeling, which is beautiful!

The most important thing is that Ning Shanming saw that Fang Ming’s pen tip would emit white fluorescence from time to time!

How could the black pen tip shine? And it was still white!

Ning Shan widened his eyes and wiped it with no belief in evil, because this is not consistent with common sense. Although he has never read a book, it does not mean that he is stupid. In fact, except for those mentally retarded people with congenital nerve problems, there are really a few stupid people in the world!

Wiping his eyes hard and watching his son write carefully. This time, the faint white light did not appear. Ning Shan breathed a sigh of relief and thought that he was dazzled. After looking at it for a while, he felt that his eyelids were really heavy. Ning Shan was lying on the table and was fascinated.

He narrowed his eyes in a daze!

"Wake up, the mountains, wake up... it's dawn!..." In a daze, Ning Shan felt his son calling him. When it was dawn, he rubbed his sleepy eyes and got up!

"It's dawn!...ah, what a big sun!" Turning his head, looking at the bright round jade plate outside the window!

"That's the moon, you're confused when you sleep!" Ning Caichen rolled his eyes and patted his forehead. This guy hadn't woken up yet and regarded the moon as the sun! "Okay, do a favor, and then you go to bed!"

Ning Caichen took out two books, one was the copy of the Book of Songs that he had just copied himself, and the other was the original book of the Book of Songs, and put the two books one left and one right into Ningshan's hands!

"Yeah!" Ning Shan was still a little drunk, but when he bought the two books, he frowned!

"How is it, what do you think!" Ning Caichen asked!

"It seems that the book on the left is much heavier!" After Ning Shan said that, he looked at Ning Caichen with surprise again, and then looked at the Book of Songs on his left hand, his face full of shock and doubt. Because he obviously felt that the book on the left was heavier than the book on the right

There are many, if you estimate, he felt that the Book of Songs on his left hand weighs three or four pounds, but this is abnormal. The Book of Songs of the same size is less than half a pound in his right hand, but the one on his left hand has a few pounds. Isn’t this a hell!

"Young Master, what's going on!" Ning Shan asked Ning Caichen in surprise!

"You put it on the table!" Ning Caichen's eyes were bright and he said to Ning: "You put it on the table and blow the pages with your mouth!"

Ning Shan was confused, but he still put the two books on the table as Ning Caichen ordered. Then he blew hard at the original "Book of Songs", and then saw the leaves slamming and opening a few pages. Then, Ning Shan blew the manuscript of the "Book of Songs" again.

In one breath, he was stunned at that time. He blew down in one breath and did not move the book, and the pages did not move at all!

"Damn it!"

Ning Shan didn't believe in evil, so he took a deep breath and blew hard again. This time, it was still the same. The book didn't move, even if it was a page, it didn't open. Ning Shan felt that he couldn't hold back his face. He didn't believe in evil and blew hard again, and in the end,

The man turned red and his neck was thick. The copy of the Book of Songs did not let it blow a page, making him feel that this was not a thin paper with paper, but rather a piece of iron!!

"Haha! That's true! Haha!..."

Seeing this scene, Ning Caichen could no longer laugh out loud. Now, he was sure that he had really realized the literary spirit that he had accidentally understood!

The things like literary qi are different from cultivators practicing souls and condensing souls and martial artists practicing body. Without a systematic practice method, it is more like an understanding of the realm of reading and the embodiment of will. Once you understand, you will not be able to understand it. It is futile to spend your whole life.

The most direct expression is that the words written by a literati who writes with great power and light weight, have transcendent characters that have transcendent characters and have divine spirit. According to rumors, a word that a person with great literary spirit is a thousand pounds. This pound is not gold, but a real word is really a thousand pounds.

It is important, even the words of sages are invincible, invulnerable to swords and guns, and time is difficult to grind. One sentence can make mountains and rivers change colors and make true words follow the rules!

"Young Master, this is!..."

Ning Shan looked at his young master in surprise and felt that he was damn today because the matter is too strange now!

"Haha, this is literary!" Ning Caichen smiled, the joy in his eyes was not hidden at all. However, seeing Ning Shan's puzzled look, he knew that this guy was not moving, so he waved his hand and said, "Okay, go to bed first, and tell you slowly if you have time. Now you don't understand if you say it.

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"Oh!" Ning Shan responded, although he was confused, he did not ask again. In fact, he had not woken up yet and felt a little sleepy: "Then I'll go to bed first!"

"Well, go and have a good rest. By the way, don't cut the vegetation tomorrow. Go and get the shop done with me!"

He said to Ning Shan, Ning Caichen took out a blank copy book and picked up the pen to write it. The same feeling was - mysterious, unexplainable, and unclear, as if he had fallen into some kind of enlightenment. Ning Caichen knew that he should have fallen into the understanding of literary spirit, the master of literary spirit

It must be divided into two stages - nourishing qi! Making qi!

Nourishing Qi is the stage of nourishing literary Qi. During this period, literati have begun to understand literary Qi, but they cannot use it. Only when the Qi stage can literati master the literary Qi as they wish, condense the characters and form them, and burst out with killing methods, and can compete with warriors and monks.

Feng, at that time, there would not be a situation where a few kilograms of a book was written in the current Qi-raising stage. At that time, the literary spirit was already restrained and hidden in the text. It usually looked like an ordinary book, but it only showed extraordinary when it exploded!

Ning Caichen's eyes were bright. During the day, he had seen the scene of beheading the tiger demon in the North City Gate. Whether it was the huge tiger demon or the leap of the military general, it had a great impact on him, making him desperately hope that he would become a strong man!

The pen is like a dragon and a snake, and the words seem to have spirituality and life between the lines, and it seems to be about to survive. Ning Caichen knew that when these words are alive, it is time for literary spirit to be cultivated!

"Sharp!...Sharp..."

Outside the window, the night wind whistled, and the leaves were rustling. Because Ningshan blocked the windows of the house for a while, no wind leaked in. Ning Caichen's ******* was concentrated on copying books. This was copying books, which was to make money and nourish the literary spirit in the body.

His mind was extremely clear, and he seemed to have transcended his soul, and a powerful will was condensing!

This may be because the body travels through time and the souls of two people merge together!

Ning Caicheng guessed in his heart, because although Ning Caichen had been reading for more than ten years, he had not developed literary talent. As soon as he traveled through time, he realized that there was no such coincidence in the world. In the final analysis, it was mostly because of time travel. The two souls merged into
Chapter completed!