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Li Heng seemed to have realized something, and nodded slightly, as a response.

He got up and went upstairs, and started to call Ma Jiajia.

Aunt Wu started to clear the table and prepare meals.And Tang Zhong, this boy, is now like a dry branch, absorbing too much water in an instant.Leaning on the sofa, closing your eyes, recollecting carefully.From time to time, he would show his teeth and claws, gesticulating something.It seems that Tang Zhong is really obsessed and persistent about racing.

Going straight up to the third floor, there is a very elegant mahogany table in the lobby on the third floor, and there are pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table.Li Heng took a look and was slightly taken aback. They were all good things.

Huzhou brushes from Huzhou, Zhejiang, Hui ink from Huizhou, Anhui, rice paper from Xuanzhou, Anhui, and Duanzhou inkstones from Duanzhou, Guangdong, all of which are exquisitely crafted.

Walking here, Li Heng couldn't move anymore.

Although he has been in the army for many years, the old chief especially likes to write, play chess, and grow flowers and plants when he is free.Li Heng is his soldier, and he has been influenced by his ears and eyes. He also spent a lot of effort in these aspects.So, this meeting just went up to the third floor, and when I saw these good things on the case table, my eyes lit up.

If any of these things were taken out, they would be priceless.Moreover, now that they are gathered together, Li Heng feels a little itchy in his heart, and wants to splash ink.

Walking to the table, Ding Qing took a look, and saw several sheets of rice paper that smelled like ink were spread out on the table.

Picking up a piece of rice paper and reading it carefully, I saw that someone had written on the paper, and the cursive script was so powerful that it penetrated the back of the paper.

"The womb is formed from the qi, and the qi is breathed from the womb. When the qi enters the body, it is born, and when the spirit leaves the form, it dies. Knowing that the spirit can live long,

Clinging to nothingness to cultivate spirit..."

Li Heng picked up the last piece of rice paper, and when he read this, the handwriting stopped abruptly.

Moreover, there is still a little bit of ink on the unfinished rice paper.

It seems that the person who wrote it was thinking hard, unable to find a purpose.

This is a practice formula, and Li Heng just took a look at it and immediately understood it.

Because, when he fought with the old chief in the north and south over the years, he also gathered what he had learned from each family.In ancient martial arts, Taoism, and various martial arts in Buddhism, countless hours of hard work were spent on learning and practicing.

The old chief had a room filled with all kinds of remnants of martial arts collected from all over the country.

Li Heng has fought north and south all these years, except for his mastery of modern weapons such as firearms.Most of the time, I still study Chinese ancient martial arts hard.

It's like he has been practicing boxing in the yard every morning for ten years.What he practiced was a volume of "The Beginning of Chaos", and the inner qi in his body had already transformed into form, and he became a veritable young master of Huaxia.It can hurt people by exhaling, and it can hurt people by picking flowers and flying leaves.

However, he also dabbled in the rest of China's martial arts.

This is the "Gaoshang Jade Emperor's Fetal Breath Sutra", which belongs to the category of Taoism.In the study of the hunchbacked old man, Li Heng saw it and tried to practice it.It was only later that he was attracted by the fragmented "First Sutra of Chaos", and practiced "The First Sutra of Chaos" wholeheartedly.

Li Heng glanced at it, smiled slightly, picked up the well-made lake brush, and dipped it in Hui ink.

Moisten the ink and swipe the brush, and it will be done in one go.

On the rice paper, Li Heng's cursive script was like a galloping dragon and horse, with great momentum, jumping off the paper.

"...The movement of the mind is the movement of the breath, and the dwelling of the mind is the dwelling of the breath. If you want to live forever, the spirit and energy are infused together, the mind does not move, there is no coming, no going, no going out, no going in, naturally abiding, and practicing diligently. This is the true way. "

A quarter of an hour later, Li Heng had already put the lake pen away.

Looking at his own line on the paper, he smiled very satisfied.

Although the handwriting is a little worse than that of the old man, it is still countless levels higher than those before this case.

Like the difference between cloud and mud.

In addition, he also completed that part of the cultivation scriptures, which is considered a great achievement.

After writing the words, I remembered the business and quickly went to the rooftop.

I saw Ma Jiajia sitting on a rocking chair, watching the twilight outside.

"It's time to eat."

Li Heng looked at the girl's young and beautiful face, staring straight ahead in the twilight, motionless.

For some reason, at this moment Li Heng suddenly felt that Ma Jiajia was lively and cheerful.

So melancholy.

It seemed that her thoughts were like the twilight tonight.

The twilight was heavy, as if it wanted to swallow the young her in it.

"Okay." Ma Jiajia raised her head, and said listlessly, "I was thinking about calling you to meet Mr. Tang, but with your character, you might be able to become friends with him. From now on, your road in Nancheng , it must be easier to go. However, it is a pity that Mr. Tang is not at home tonight."