Boil the heavens

It is clear enough to see the traces of ink scratched on the small fibers on the paper.

"Brother Yan, this...you cured my eyes!" The girl was happy and shocked.

The person she likes and the words she likes are clearer than ever before, and her heart is naturally happy. At the same time, her eyes are healed with a wave of her hand. She is even more shocked by such supernatural powers.

When I was young, I met the great priest of Guangming in Xiling by chance. Even the greatest priest of Guangming in Xiling couldn't cure my eyes, but my brother Yan cured it easily. How can I not be surprised?

She likes this kind of surprise, or rather, it makes her like it by surprise.

Smiling slightly, Yan Fei said, "Shanshan, now I really appear in your eyes."

"No, you have always been in my eyes." The girl said seriously.

"No, I was in your eyes because I was always in your heart before, but now, I walked into your heart because I was in your eyes." Yan Fei also said seriously, "Just like this word.

Shanshan, you are obsessed with calligraphy, poor eyesight allows you to be more pure, concentrate your mind, and observe calligraphy with your heart, so you can feel a higher realm, surpassing many people in the world, which is very good.

However, you also missed something.Sometimes, what you see directly with your eyes is no worse than what you feel with your heart, because what you see with your eyes are objective facts, while what you feel with your heart is more mixed with your mind.

Before you see the objective facts clearly, you start to judge sublimation with your heart, which will lose a lot of basis for judgment and add a lot of things that don't exist. This is not wrong, but it is a bit counterproductive.

Mountains are mountains, mountains are not mountains, mountains are still mountains, the cultivation in the world must be done step by step, so as to be steadfast. "

"Thank you, Brother Yan, for your guidance. Shanshan understands." She is as intelligent as a mountain, and she can see through it at a single point. Seeing the outline and depth of the words clearly reflected in her eyes, the girl's heart suddenly brightened. Words want to be written down.

"Understand what!?" At this moment, a cold snort came from Xinmo Studio.

An old man with white beard, white face and white clothes, Shi Shiran, walked in with a stern face. Seeing the girl and Yan Fei sitting so close, the cold expression on his face became even more angry, "Shanshan, how could you sit so close to this person?" So close? This doesn't conform to the rules of my Mochi Garden!"

"Master!" The girl stood up, saluted, and said little, but the neither humble nor overbearing light in her bright eyes had already told her everything about her master.

"Since the sage of the book talks about the rules, he came to my Xinmo Studio without knocking on the door or entering without the owner's consent. Isn't that against the rules?" Yan Fei chuckled lightly, "The sage of the book is called a sage by the book, you should know The meaning of the word [Holy], if you still want to keep this word [Holy], then you need a holy order if you have some thoughts."

The person in front of him is Mo Shanshan's master, he is a very good master, but he is too good.

Deep down in his heart, he had a different feeling for Mo Shanshan, that's why he was like this today.

And this point, Yan Fei saw it, and the girl was actually very clear in her heart.

Now that Yan Fei is ordering and not breaking, it can be regarded as giving him face.

"It seems that you also have a lot of research on calligraphy." The book sage was not willing to be suppressed by such a young person, and he waved his hands and gathered his energy to write, which was exactly a [Holy] character.

[Holy] Talisman flew towards Yan Fei with holiness, or in other words, aloofness.

Don't dodge, don't dodge, just let the [Holy] Talisman fall on your body, and then, like a spring breeze, it disappears without a trace, as if it never appeared.

"It's a big mistake. Saints come from ordinary people, and they shouldn't be aloof."

Yan Fei shook his head, the words appeared, and instantly rushed into the eyes of the Shusheng.

Trembling all over, sweating profusely, the book sage's face was pale, and at the same time there were countless divine lights in his pupils. After a while, after the body stopped shaking, he respectfully saluted Yan Fei, "Thank you for your guidance, senior."

After saluting, he straightened his body again, looked at Mo Shanshan, and smiled. The smile was full of kindness and no impurities, "Shanshan, why don't you tell the master if you have someone you like? Such an outstanding young man, your eyes very good."

【This old man...】

Yan Fei couldn't help but laugh in his heart. After calling himself a senior, he actually wanted to get it back from Mo Shanshan. It's really...

0195 Master

At night, on Mogan Mountain, Yan Fei looked up at the sky.

"Brother Yan, what are you looking at?" Mo Shanshan came to Yan Fei's side, sat beside Yan Fei naturally, and looked up at the sky with him.

Yan Fei also naturally held the girl in his arms, feeling the girl's body, body temperature, body fragrance, very good!

"I'm looking at the sky." Yan Fei said with a light smile, "It's as black as ink, full of stars, although it's a different scenery, but there is no moon, it's still too dark."

"The moon? There is a moon kingdom in the world, but I have never seen a moon. Brother Yan, what does the moon look like?" The girl looked at Yan Fei curiously.

"The moon has its ups and downs. When it is round, it is like a disc. It is round and full. The moonlight is bright and clear, illuminating the darkness. When it is short, it is like a curved boat. It is graceful and elegant. The moon is not as hot as the sun. But it is a bright light in the dark, which can guide the direction and dispel fear. I still remember some poems describing the moon, such as the bright moonlight in front of the bed..." Yan Fei laughed.

"It must be beautiful, but why is it gone now?" In her arms, the girl pinched Yan Fei's waist with her slender hands, and then lightly bumped her head against Yan Fei's arms.

She had never heard of that poem, but she could hear the man's malicious intentions.

"Because it was destroyed." Seeing the girl's cute appearance, Yan Fei said with a smile.

"Destroy? Who has the ability to destroy the moon? Brother Yan, did you do it?" Mo Shanshan raised his head and asked.

"Of course it wasn't me." He bowed his head and kissed the girl's forehead, Yan Fei said, "It was destroyed by a huge meteor shower."

"Meteor shower?" This was another term she had never heard before, and the girl was curious.

"This is the meteor shower." As they waved their hands, the sky in the distance between the two of them was covered with rain and white lights pierced the sky with their tails, passing by at a very fast speed, and disappeared in a flash.

"It's so beautiful!" the girl sighed, "Brother Yan, how did you do it? I just saw that you drew three talismans."

"That's right, it's the three talismans, the three characters of [Meteor Shower]." Yan Fei said softly, "The core of the talisman is actually words, and words are the rules that people realize after they know the world. It can not only gather vitality , to show its power, and it can turn from the virtual to the real, and turn it into something tangible."

"It's so mysterious." The girl pondered for a while, somewhat half-understood.

"It's actually simple, Shanshan. When you practice calligraphy in the future, don't just write. You can explore how this character is formed." Yan Fei smiled, "When you really understand the origin of these characters After that, every word in this world will be a talisman, and every sentence will be a big formation."

"Unbelievable." The girl's eyes were astonished, and then a divine light bloomed.

The scene Yan Fei described was something she had never imagined, even beyond her cognition, but she believed that what Yan Fei said would come true.

Chatting softly, changing the world from cultivation to imaginative, under the starry sky, listening to Yan Fei's story, the girl snuggled into his arms and fell asleep lightly. Yan Fei took off the cloak behind her, covered her, and then tightly He hugged her arm tightly and sat like this.

Even though he was just sitting, he still enjoyed it.

On the second day, at dawn, Mo Shanshan woke up from Yan Fei's arms, and the first time he woke up, he saw Yan Fei's eyes on her.

She is very happy to see the person she likes when she wakes up.

Living such a leisurely, happy and sweet life, half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Mo Shanshan received a mission from his master to move the deserted people to the south, and Mochiyuan had to cooperate with the Xiling Temple to fight on the grassland.

Mo Shanshan set off with dozens of female disciples from Mochiyuan.

Although they are all practitioners, their combat power is far superior to that of ordinary soldiers, but these girls are all delicate and tender, and have never been baptized by war. In this state...

Yan Fei, who was traveling with him, couldn't help sighing that Wang Shusheng was relieved.

On the way to the grassland, everyone set up camp, Yan Fei was cooking barbecue, Mo Shanshan was writing by the firelight, only 12-year-old Tmall girl leaned on her chin to watch Mo Shanshan write, and the housekeeper Zhuo Zhihua was arranging camp matters.