The young man stretched out his right hand towards Chen Tang, with his palm facing upwards.

Chen Tang was puzzled, hesitated for a while and put his right hand on him, tilted his head to ask him.

"so?"

The young man looked at her indifferently, his eyes hard to describe, as if he was asking her, "What do you think?"

So Chen Tang retracted his right hand like an electric shock.

"Condensing the Qi in the palm of your hand."

When the young man saw Chen Tang's face was still confused, he had to speak out. He thought he was saying it clearly enough, but Chen Tang didn't even know what "angry" was.

Seeing that Chen Tang didn't move for a while, he had to say, "When you were using the Spirit of Word, did you feel something wandering out of the Dan Mansion along the meridians? That is 'qi'. Now you try to tune it out of the Dan Mansion and condense it in your palm. Will this be possible?"

Not every time can you succeed, it involves a proficiency issue.

The young man in front of him can forcibly compete with the third-grade hairpin with his literary heart, and his spiritual effect is strong, so he shouldn't know nothing.

The young man made it clear that Chen Tang carefully recalled the mysterious and strange feeling before.

Qi, Dan Mansion, Spirit of Words, Literary Heart...

After a while, she vaguely grabbed something and guided the thing to slowly wander like a palm.

finally--

A colorless air mass gradually formed, expanding from the size of a pea to the size of a fist, suspended one inch from the center of the palm of the hand.

Chen Tang looked up at the young man and asked him: "Sir, is this 'qi'? It's so magical... What kind of Pin Wenxin am I?"

Since the aura appeared, the young man lowered his eyes slightly, and most of his face was hidden in the shadows, and his expression was not very real, but Chen Tang was sure that the latter's gaze was on the palm of her hand. She felt that the atmosphere was not right, so she spoke out again to ask.

The young man then came back to his senses and responded: "You can refine this 'qi' and condense it, just like me."

As he said that, a light blue cyclone appeared on the young man's right hand. At first glance, it looked like a cloud of mist, but the two breaths turned into a viscous and gel-like dark blue. Finally, under Shen Tang's gaze, it turned into a baby's fist-sized dark blue shading.

Seeing Chen Tang being curious, the young man took the initiative to hand over the ban.

The shape of the silhouette is exquisite, with the seal script "Sixth Grade Middle and Lower" engraved on the side, and the same handwriting is engraved on the bottom.

"Your name is Qi Yuanliang?"

If this is the name, then the sixth grade middle and lower level should be his literary level.

The young man said: "Qi's name is Shan and his name is Yuanliang."

While speaking, he stared at Chen Tang's eyes.

Seeing that the latter's eyes were clean and he did not look down on the middle and lower grade Wenxin at all, he was slightly satisfied and his expression seemed less alienated.

Chen Tang said habitually: "It's really a good name."

He is both "good" and "good", and he looks like a good person.

Qi Shan was stunned after hearing this.

Chen Tang handed the flowers back.

"I probably know what to do."

I learned the method of Qi Shan's demonstration to compress the cyclone inward. The cyclone gradually changed from colorless to milky white gelatinous, and then turned from milky white gelatinous to a small transparent crystal-like object.

Chen Tang then stopped being angry and hurried to look at the side of the flower arch.

result--

"Huh, why don't there be any words?"

"No words?"

He said that, but Qi Shan's voice was not surprised, as if he had expected it.

Chen Tang handed out his sham and said in confusion: "There is indeed no words on the side, only words on the bottom."

Four wild seal scripts are engraved on the bottom—

"Shen's Young Pear".

"Chen...you...li? You really are not a child of Gong." Because the silhouette is transparent, it is a bit difficult to identify the words on it. Qi Shan narrowed his eyes slightly and commented while looking at the words at the bottom, "But, Xiaolangjun, your character is too delicate..."

At first glance, I thought it was a woman's name.

Chen Tang: "..."

She had given up explaining that she was a girl.

Since this world defaults to being a man with a literary heart, she jumps out to defend herself, and it will be of no benefit to believe it or not. If you misunderstand, you will misunderstand it. When she figures out why she has literary heart or is strong enough, she will not be killed by being treated as a heresy.

"Mr. Qi, my name is Chen Tang."

"The leaves of pear fall in rouge, and the buckwheat flowers bloom in white and snow-scented." Qi Shan smiled and said, "It's also a good name."

Chen Tang: "..."

Although she really wanted to say that her name was "Chen Tang", the Youli was a random pseudonym and had no special meaning.

But if she thinks so, Xiu Yixiu’s ink in her belly can’t pour cold water on her body, so she can only be praised. What she cares most about now is what grade her literary heart is.

"Mr. Qi, what level of Wenxin am I?"

Who knew that Qi Shan asked her: "What kind do you want?"

Chen Tang: "What does this mean??"

I prayed to good deeds and said something else.

"Unlike the twenty-sixth grade of martial arts, Wenxin is only nine grades. The first grade is the upper, the second grade is the middle, the third grade is the upper, the third grade is the lower, and the ninth grade is the lower. Martial arts can be advanced and promoted through acquired training, and those with high talent can even be ranked as the Marquis. The number of grades Wenxin is born is the lower. I am the lower grade of the sixth grade, which is more than the upper grade. So, what grade do you hope you are?"

Chen Tang was surprised: "Can this... still be what I think?"

Qishan said: "If it is someone else, it will not work, but if you meet me, you can help you."

Chen Tang was confused.

Intuition tells her that Qi Shan has something to say.

But people didn't explain much, but just a faint voice suggests: "It is not a good thing for a child to have a daughter in the downtown area."

Chen Tang subconsciously tightened his nerves.

What is this Wenxin? It's so serious?

Co-existing with this time traveler's welfare will also bring about death.

Chen Tang also suppressed his curiosity that could kill cats, and did not go into it in depth, but just asked: "Can you disguise your heart even though you have a few ranks of literary mind?"

Qi Shan himself is a "sixth grade middle and lower" literary heart, and his literary heart cannot be changed. If he is born with a few ranks, he will definitely not be able to help others truly change the literary heart level, so he will only be disguised.

That's the case-

Chen Tang tentatively said: "Then - can I get the first-grade first-class?"

Qi Shan almost got laughed by her.

"The first-class and above-mentioned heart is the saint's character, but it is a false one. Only the princes holding the national seal can possess it. Are you looking for death?"

Chen Tang lowered his eyes and glanced at his literary charm.

"Then be more secure, just pretend to be a ninth grade."

"Nine-grade subordinates? Haha, you are smart."

When the four seal scripts of "Nine-ranked Lower" appeared on the side of the flower stick, Chen Tang played with this transparent flower stick and didn't know what to do.

"How do you take back this thing?"

"What are you doing when you take it back? This is used to prove your identity. Even the 'Nine-grade Lower' Wen Xin is better than ordinary people."

In this chaotic era when people can change their nationalities, the lives of ordinary people are worse than those of Caojiao, not to mention that Chen Tang was sent to escape.

The words engraved behind the ears are made up with special means, and they will never be removed unless the ears are cut off.
Chapter completed!