When Ning Que woke up, everyone had already dispersed. Changle took him to the library and settled down, and went to read the book.

Seeing himself sitting on the chair in the library without any trouble, Ning Que stood up and felt it. He found that the world he saw was different from what he had seen before.

It seemed that he could see clearly the true face of this world, and it seemed that everything in this world had breathing.

"How is it?" Changle asked lowered the book in his hand.

"I owe you a big favor!" Ning Que said seriously to Changle.

"This, then I owe it first." Chang Leman shook his hand indifferently, "You have all the seventeen escapades."

"Then am I not a genius of cultivation now!" He looked at Changle excitedly and asked.

"That's right." Changle said against his will.

When he gave Ning Tong acupoints, Changle compared himself with their bodies, which seemed different.

They only have seventeen acupoints, and there are 108 such acupoints in Changle's body. Ningque's snow-capped mountains are quite big like a sea.

Of course, this is for ordinary people, and Changle's snow-capped mountains are as vast as the entire sky!

Ning Que was able to practice just now, and Changle didn’t want to attack others.

"Thank you!" Ning Que hugged Changle without any composure, hugged him and cried for a while.

"It's strange for two men to do this." Changle hesitated for a moment, and without punching him away.

"This is the happiest day since I came here. Thank you! Zhao Changle!" Ning Que let go of him, feeling a little excited.

Changle smiled and said, "You can calm your mind now, otherwise it would be bad."

Ning Que took a deep breath, reached out his hand and wrote and painted with his fingers on the table in front of him.

"What's wrong?" Changle frowned and asked. Is this a sequelae after Tongji?

"No, I just need to write a few big words when I am nervous or excited and need to control my emotions." Ning Que said with a smile.

"Oh? I just saw your technique, you should be good at calligraphy. Let me take a look." Yu Lian stopped copying and handed his pen and ink to Ning Que.

Ning Que was naturally very happy, so he stepped forward and took the pen from Yu Lian's hand. He spread the rice paper on Changle's table. The tip of the pen was covered with ink. He thought about it and wrote:

Practice is not easy

"I didn't expect that you would have such an accomplishment in calligraphy at a young age." Yu Lian said in surprise. "It's a good embryo of a talisman master."

On the way to Chang'an, Ning Que asked Lao Lu about his practice. He was naturally very excited to hear that he was expected to become a talisman master.

"Don't look at me, I'm not a talisman master." Yu Lian knew what Ning Que was making, so he smiled and rejected him. "Even I can't teach you."

"When I become a student in the academy, is that okay?" Ning Que asked hopefully.

"Let's talk about it then." Yu Lian didn't want to waste time with Ning Que.

She glanced at Changle and asked with a smile, "The Vice President wants to write, too?"

"I'll forget it." Changle smiled and shook his head.

Ning Que is very insightful and talented in calligraphy, so his calligraphy already has a great character. However, compared with Changle's, it is much worse.

Changle's word was taught carefully by Lao Yue and many famous scholars. Ning Que, who learned from the Youth Palace, was no longer as careful as those scholars who came from Jinshi.

In addition, after the Changle swordsmanship was achieved, his calligraphy became great.

After experiencing so many worlds, Changle has long been integrated into the sword intent by him. If Ning Que had the talent to become a divine talisman master, then if Changle wanted to become a divine talisman master, he would instantly become a very strong divine talisman master!

The premise is that he is willing to become a practitioner.

After Ning Que finished writing the words, his mood calmed down a lot.

"Your method of calming your mind is pretty good. You have been forced to practice calligraphy many times when you are at home." Changle smiled at Ning Que's words.

"At that time, every Saturday and Sunday, my mother would take me to the Children's Palace on a bicycle. I thought that when I grew up, I must have a bright future, buy the Children's Palace and change it to a playground!" Ning Quehong said with eyes on remembrance.

Hearing this, Changle shook his head with a smile. Ning Que saw that Changle was in a good mood and took the opportunity to ask, "Where are you? Was it the same as me when I was a child?"

"It's different. My parents don't care much about me, so I'm the number one in Yangping Street in our area." Changle smiled as he recalled his childhood.

"Later, I found that fist could not solve the problem, so I thought about using knowledge to change my destiny. But I just finished college and waited to come out to do something, but I ended up dead."

Two people talk in Mandarin, and they are not afraid that others can understand it.

"It seems that you are older than me, so I will recognize you as my elder brother from now on!" Ning Que is very good at crawling along the way.

"Get out!" Changle cursed with annoyance.

"Then I'm leaving. Do you ask me if there are any bonus points for the college family exam?" Ning Que said with a smile.

"Go roll!" Changle kicked him in the butt.

Ning Que was kicked out of the library directly. He looked back at Changle and ran out of the academy. He looked up and murmured to the sky Xingchen, "Mom, I have another relative like Sangsang here now."

Changle, who was holding a book "Thirteen Lectures on Sword Arts" in the library, was slightly stunned. He had already traveled through so many worlds.

He would miss his mother, his master's wife, and Xiao Wan'er, but he never missed his parents very much. After talking to Ning Que today, he inevitably thought of his parents.

He had never met his father after he was three years old. His mother had a new family, especially after giving birth to a new brother for him, no one cared about Changle anymore.

He remembered the galloping cart again and rushed towards his younger brother who had never liked him very much. After graduating from 985, he had a bright future and pushed away the younger brother he didn't like without hesitation.

Then his current story came up.

Changle stretched his body, calmed down his emotions and put his mind in his hands. For some reason, he really found it difficult to calm down today.

Maybe Ning Que's words evoked his memories.

Looking at the pen and ink that Ning Que used, Changle took a deep breath and picked up the pen and wrote three words.

"Well, it feels better." Changle finished with a self-deprecating smile, and he felt that he was getting better after reading the book.

After Yu Lian saw Ning Que leave, he went back to the second floor of the academy. Changle put the used pen and ink on Yu Lian's table. After reading for a while, he pressed the words he wrote with the book in his hand, got up and went out to have some breathing.

After dinner on the second floor, Yu Lian brought some supper that Li slowly made to Changle, and she returned to the library.

When she arrived at the library, she could not see Changle. So she put the lunch box on Changle's table and saw the piece of rice paper pressed by the book.

She opened it curiously, and there were only three words on the rice paper.

All the books in this library are made by the divine talisman master, both books and talismans.

However, the books on the first floor of the library were suppressed by the three words Changle. The talismans naturally did not want to be suppressed like this and resisted one after another, and they were about to be destroyed.

The Master hurriedly appeared and returned to the second floor with the words Changle, and the library returned to peace.
Chapter completed!