Gu Wen adjusted his breathing to digest the harvest, while Yu Hua opened many books on the desk beside him.

"Your poems are good, but the words are a little crooked."

Gu Wen said without changing his expression: "It wasn't written by Gu, it was all copied by practicing calligraphy."

Yu Hua smiled without breaking it and continued to lower his head and flip through the book.

This book is made of hemp paper, with a price of 50 pages. It is the cheapest paper in Daqian. It is no different from ordinary people outside, except that it lacks the magical ability to make wind and rain, and the people live in poverty, so it is not for ordinary people.

But it was not used to record poems, because it was too difficult to write and easy to break. It should have been used by Gu Wen to practice calligraphy.

She had read the poems in several booklets sent by Zhao Feng, but there were a few more poems that she had never heard of.

Slender fingers traced the paper and ink along with the candlelight, and the spiritual thoughts seemed to wander between the pen and ink. At first, they looked at the scrawls, and then they looked at the sea and the sky.

Sentence after sentence, it's dizzying to see, as if the talent is endless.

"When you're drunk, you don't know that the sky is in the water. A boat full of clear dreams overwhelms the stars..."

"Who first sees the moon on the bank of the river, and when does the moon on the river shine on people for the first time..."

"I saw how charming Qingshan was, and I didn't expect Qingshan to see me like this..."

It is understandable that there is no stage in the limerick, but it is definitely not these lines, unless the eyes of Dagan people are born between the two strands.

It's just that the artistic conception of these sentences is very different, and they don't seem to have been written by Gu Wen.

It’s not that he doubts his talent, it’s just that his life is different. When Gu Wen was dormant, he could say, “Heaven will give a great responsibility to this man.” And because his treasure was robbed, he became murderous and said, “The inner treasury will be burned to ashes, and the streets will be trampled.” "Gongqing's bones".

From cultivation talent to talent, these are the best that Yu Hua has ever seen, but these all have their own paths to follow.

Perhaps it is really what he said and not what he wrote, unless his talent has gone beyond common sense.

On the sidelines, Gu Wen officially started refining the spirit treasure.

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With the intersection of spiritual thoughts, the shadow of the eel rose up, its body was many times larger than its appearance, like a yellow dragon looking down at Gu Wen.

Gu Wen glanced at the curved sword intention in his hand. It turned out that the sword intention could be brought into it, and it was considered effective.

Looking up at the eel that is tens of meters long, it is not difficult to kill it. The spiritual mind is an extension of the physical body. The spiritual mind of the two of them is not otherworldly, and is actually more fragile than the physical body.

The real difficulty is to tame it, to tame it without harm.

The destiny is slightly moving, and the emperor's liquid is boiling.

This is his confidence. Master Tao talks to you sincerely, but you insist on playing tricks with Master Tao!

[Emperor's Milk for a Year]

The universe is orderly, all species coexist, the five immortals and five insects have different fates, all living beings are equal, and this world is immortal.

A dim golden light mediates between the two, trapping them in a water where the edge cannot be seen. The reflections of a person and a snake are reflected at their feet.

Gu Wen clearly understood the purpose of Emperor's Serum, and he roughly understood why he couldn't understand it before. He couldn't truly understand the word fate, and he didn't recognize that everything was determined by fate.

He lost his destiny because of the Zhao family, and was destined not to get immortality.

And the emperor's body has formed a special Tao charm, which allows him to ignore destiny and master all fate methods.

The destiny was shaken again, and the mysterious and mysterious meaning was stripped away and transformed into something more concrete and more understandable to Gu Wen.

Here, the soul is immortal. When refining the spirit treasure, there is no need to worry about the soul being injured, nor the spirituality of the spirit treasure being erased. And all causes and effects of destiny are useless, just like the earth breeds all things, and all living beings are acquired.

Ignore destiny and seize immortality by force.

Gu Wen sighed helplessly: "The Heavenly Essence is not an initiation, the Emperor's Essence has to be fought to the death, and even the fate is a destiny of hard work? But it's okay, success depends on people, not God."

When he holds his right hand, a three-foot green edge enters his palm, straight and sharp.

Yuqing's sword intention is different from the outside. It does not require the step of practicing the virtual reality and does not require too much mana and a strong enough sword intention. In this way, Gu Wen feels a little better, and the heavenly marrow he used some time ago is not useless.

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He raised his sword and pointed it directly at Huanglong, a faint red light clinging to the sword's body.

"It's just you and me now."

Huanglong opened his mouth and pounced at him very fast. Gu Wen had no experience in life-and-death combat. Even if he was a seasoned veteran in the world of martial arts, he probably wouldn't know how to deal with it even if he was a veteran on the frontier battlefield.

A train of cars was rushing towards him, without any skills, it was just a collision.

Gu Wen stood with his sword in hand and raised his hand. The sword was raised high. The clear and transparent sword intent reflected Huang Long and completely fell into his pupils.

He whispered: "In the beginning it was dark and mysterious, but the sword's intention is bright and clear to the ninth heaven."

When the sword comes out, the sword shines ten feet, breaking skin, cutting flesh, and breaking bones!

The eel split into two and split open ten steps away from Gu Wen. The blood was blown by the wind, and the flesh and blood on both sides quickly passed by.

This world is made of the heart, the mind is dominated by the collision of spiritual thoughts, and the sword's heart is clear and invincible.

boom!

The eel's huge body fell heavily to the ground, and its blood flowed into the water mirror ground, turning into wisps of essence and integrating into Gu Wen's body.

Gu Wen felt that his spiritual thoughts seemed to have grown a little. Although it was extremely subtle, but for him who had not yet begun to refine his spiritual thoughts, every bit of growth seemed extremely huge.

In a blink of an eye, the body disappeared, everything went back, and the eel appeared again.

This time it did not show its teeth and claws, and its pitiful spirituality was occupied by confusion and fear.

[The great road contends, all categories are unified]

The function of the imperial pulp is not to allow him to refine spiritual treasures. The imperial pulp is not such a narrow thing, it is more like a place where "big fish eat small fish".

I can swallow it to strengthen my mind.

Gu Wen suddenly had a clear understanding in his heart, and then looked at the eel with a different meaning. His spiritual shadow immediately fell down, and his spiritual thoughts extended a sense of surrender.

It is a matter of course that spiritual thoughts are an extension of the mortal body. All spiritual people are afraid of life and death. The lower the spiritual intelligence, the more instinctive.

Gu Wen came to it and looked at the eel in a flattering manner.

The murderous intention gradually became much smaller. It is true that what Yu Hua said is the most trouble-free. The spiritual treasure is not a weapon, but even a weapon may hurt oneself.

It is still uncertain how much direct spiritual power will be used to strengthen the mind, just like the Yuqing Sword Technique that consumed so much heavenly marrow and is now really useful. What Gu Wen needs is a spiritual power that can maximize self-protection, not a mysterious and mysterious spiritual power.

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A piece of spiritual treasure can definitely greatly enhance your self-protection ability.

The eel shrunk in size and rubbed Gu Wen's ankle. The ugly thing looked quite cute...

Hmm! Retracting and releasing the body?

I don’t even know how to do Taoism, how dare you?

Bang!

Eel's head was suddenly pushed to the ground, the knife fell from his hand, and blood flowed into a river.

Unknown equals danger. In the realm of spiritual consciousness, the eel can go further than yourself. You must suppress it several times to keep it weak at all times.

The second time it was resurrected, the eel resisted, indicating that it had not been defeated. The third time it was resurrected, the eel begged for mercy again, indicating that it was conserving its strength.

Three times, four times, the fifth time...

As wisps of essence entered his body, Gu Wen held the palm-sized loach and sighed: "I've been walking on thin ice in this life."

Even this spiritual treasure has hidden murderous intentions for him.

【Emperor's pulp is exhausted】

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Boom!

The sound of bells entered the house at midnight.

Yu Hua rested her chin on her right hand and broke away from the scribbling. She pinched her eyebrows with a headache.

The elegance of spiritual practice is similar to that of ordinary people, such as music, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and song. Except for a few powerful men who have reached the extreme level, most monks are also human beings with seven emotions and six desires. Even the bald donkeys who reach the Buddha's level have them.

The old Taoist priest of the Sanqing Taoist Sect, who was greedy, angry and foolish, was also furious with his disciples.

These elegant Chinese music, chess, calligraphy and painting are the most sought after and the most profound. Those who have reached the top can even enter the Tao through them. I don’t know whether it was someone who first took advantage of them to become a Taoist before they became popular, or whether there were more people who liked them and then there were those who became Taoists.

Yu Hua often reads poems, songs, poems and journals. This is a hobby that does not require contact with people, so she likes it very much.

This book was the only one that gave her a headache. The book in her hand was obviously used to practice writing, and it contained many popular poems. But in Yu Hua's eyes, most of them were unsightly. Many famous lines might have been lost for hundreds of years.

Those few sentences, these limericks and Gu Wen's scrawled handwriting are so eye-catching.

Yu Hua didn't have to read it, but she didn't mind that there were many unheard golden sentences mixed in. A few sentences haunted her.

Turning the page again, another sentence came into view. I wonder where he found so many famous sentences.

【When the sea reaches the end, the sky becomes the shore; when the mountain reaches the top, I become the peak.】

At this time, Gu Wen slowly opened his eyes, and their eyes met.

He asked: "May I ask the fairy, who is the peak in refining spiritual treasures?"
To be continued...