Yixing Pavilion, Feng Huishan is the place for the cultivation of disciples of the inner sect of calligraphy.

On the hillside of Fenghui Mountain, there is a two-story attic. There is a large courtyard in front of the building, which is dozens of feet in a radius. There are many peach trees in the courtyard, and flowers bloom all year round.

Looking outside the courtyard, the entire courtyard was covered with fog, and the shadows were so vague that it was not real.

At this time, a young man in gray was standing outside the yard, looking around inside. This person was Liang Yan.

"This Senior Brother Ma is indeed a strange personality." Liang Yan said intimately.

He had already learned something before he came that the master's name was Ma and Yuan, and he was a disciple of the inner sect of calligraphy. His cultivation had reached the ninth level of Qi training.

Ma Yuan is most famous for two things: one is the art of refining weapons, and the other is his strange temper.

This person is introverted and has few interactions with his fellow disciples in the sect. He even closes his door to greet guests all year round. Even some foundation-building elders are often not allowed to meet.

However, because he has a weapon refining method that is far beyond the level of cultivation, even the foundation-building seniors are not angry with him, and they often have to ask for it.

At this time, Liang Yan stood at the door of his cave. Seeing the door open, he did not enter rashly. The reason was that the seemingly beautiful peach blossom forest in front of him.

These peach trees seem to be planted randomly in the yard, but in fact, the location of each tree is very mysterious.

Although peach blossoms are beautiful, they have hidden murderous intent.

"Ten Killing Formation of Tibetan Flowers!" Liang Yan frowned.

Although the "Ten Kills of Tibetan Flowers" are quite mysterious, in Liang Yan's eyes, it is only a reasonable degree. He just wants to break this formation and needs to destroy three peach trees. He is here to ask others for help, so how can he do this reckless thing?

It’s just that he doesn’t break this formation and cannot enter. The master here clearly doesn’t want to see anyone, and no one responds no matter how he shouts.

Just as he was in a dilemma, he glanced at the corner of his eyes and seemed to see a thin rope on the lintel.

Liang Yan hesitated for a moment, suddenly jumped up, reached out and pulled the rope head of the thin rope, and pulled it down.

"Thorn!"

The thin rope brought a white paper scroll. The scroll was pulled to the end, and a talisman pen was exposed, hanging under the scroll.

Almost as the scroll fell, four talismans fell on both sides of the door lintel, two on the left and right, all hanging in the air by thin ropes. The four talismans had been patterned, but there was a blank space in the middle.

Liang Yan did not understand the Tao of the Talisman, so he naturally knew nothing about it. However, his focus at this moment was not on the Talisman, but on the white paper scroll in the middle, because there were four small lines of small words on it:

"Split a little bit, put a little bit together, leave a little bit, and lose a little bit."

Liang Yan showed a strange look on his face.

"This Senior Brother Ma actually played a worldly puzzle?"

He was ridiculous and secretly whispered Ma Yuan. However, he had requests from others at this moment, no matter what Ma Yuan drew, he had to continue.

He pondered for a while at the door, reached out to take off the talisman pen, walked to the four talismans, and wrote the words "Fen", "Qia", "Liu" and "Sha" in the blank part in the middle.

As soon as the last word "Sand" was finished, four talismans Wufeng automatically broke away from the thin rope and flew towards the peach woods.

As soon as the talisman flew into the Peach Blossom Forest, the fog that had always surrounded it began to churn violently. Not long after, part of the fog actually dispersed slowly, revealing a path in the peach woods.

Liang Yan smiled slightly, stepped onto the path, and walked towards the yard.

The peach forest is not too big. Before we walked, we saw that the fog in front of us had dissipated and the peach forest had already emerged.

I saw that two golden-armored puppets appeared in front of Liang Yan, each holding a sword and stabbing forward. The two swords crossed each other, just blocking the attic gate.

"Where is this going to be a mess?" Liang Yan said intimately.

These two golden armored puppets were full of spirituality. He had no doubt that if they forced themselves into it, they would inevitably be attacked by these two puppets.

"It's just that according to the personality of Senior Brother Ma, he definitely doesn't want others to fight with the puppet, he will definitely leave clues."

Liang Yan thought this way and walked to the puppet. Sure enough, he found a note behind the puppet on the left, with the letter:

"It's better to be a centurion than to be a scholar."

Looking at the puppet on the right, there is a blank note behind it.

"There are riddles in front of me, and now they are pairs. It seems that Senior Brother Ma has a lot of hobbies." Liang Yan smiled helplessly.

"I would rather be a centurion than a scholar. Since this person is a disciple of the scholar, how could he be so belittle the scholar?"

Liang Yan frowned and pondered for a long time. Zhan Yan suddenly smiled and said, "What a lazy Ma Yuan, this is a different way to make others praise him."

As he said that, he walked to the back of the golden-armored puppet on the right, and his fingertips inspired vomiting, and wrote on the blank note:

"Everything is inferior, only reading is high!"

After writing the sentence, I suddenly heard the rumbling sound. The two golden-armored puppets had a flash of inspiration in their eyes, and each jumped back. At the same time, they held up their swords and stood up towards the gate, making a "please" posture.

"Sure enough, whether you praise yourself or not, you must be praised by others willingly. That is the real praise." Liang Yan shook his head and smiled bitterly, then he stopped hesitating and walked into the attic.

With a "squeak", Liang Yan's eyes were a mahogany square table and a rattan master chair, and an old man over a hundred years old lying on the chair.

The man's eyes were closed, his hands crossed and his chest were placed. He was shaking the rattan chair while making snoring sounds. He was obviously asleep for a long time.

Liang Yan reached out and knocked on the door several times. Seeing that he still had no reaction, he could only cough and said aloud: "Liang Yan, a disciple of the formation mate, has seen Senior Brother Ma!"

The old man was shouted and his snoring stopped immediately. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and raised his head from the Grand Master's chair.

“Huh?”

The moment Ma Yuan saw Liang Yan, he was obviously stunned for a moment, then looked at the golden-armored puppet outside the door, with a strange look on his face, and whispered to himself: "It turns out that there are not all elm lumps in Yixing Pavilion."

Seeing his appearance, Liang Yan couldn't help but secretly complain: "I don't think others are pedantic, but it's too difficult for you to deal with, right?"

But this is just what he thought in his heart, and it is impossible to really say it out loud. On the surface, he still said respectfully: "I'm really sorry to disturb Senior Brother Ma's rest. It's just that the matter is urgent, and I have no other way."

"Oh?" Ma Yuan glanced at him and said, "You're telling me what's going on, you have to ask me for help?"

"I heard that Senior Brother Ma got an antique last year, which was the 'Tianbao Copper Coin' of the secular dynasty?" Liang Yan asked.

When Ma Yuan heard him say this, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was recalling it. After a long time, he nodded and said:

"Yes, I did get such a thing last year. That time I went to the secular world and saved the life of a wealthy businessman, so he gave me this antique."

Liang Yan was happy after hearing this and said anxiously: "Can Brother Ma sell this item to his junior brother?"

Ma Yuan glanced at him and said, "What are you buying? Are you spiritual stones? Anyone who is familiar with me knows that spiritual stones cannot be bought from me."

He paused and said, "Ma has no hope of building a foundation, and the ninth level of Qi training has reached its peak. In this life, I am just traveling around and enjoying the waters and having fun in time. If you can exchange something interesting, I can naturally give you the 'Tianbao Copper Coins'. Otherwise, please ask Junior Brother Liang to come from and go back to wherever you go."

After hearing this, Liang Yan thought to himself: "Sure!"

Such a person with a weird personality must not be able to judge it by common sense. Fortunately, he was prepared and was not in a hurry at this moment, and took out a scroll from the storage bag.

"What is this?" Ma Yuan frowned.

"Senior brother, please read it!" Liang Yan unfolded the scroll, but it was a copybook.

"I said what it is. It turned out to be a yellow 'Guiyunting Collection'. What a pity, Junior Brother, this copybook that you have worked hard to get is a fake and is not worth mentioning at all." Ma Yuan said, shook his head, as if he was regretful for Liang Yan.

After hearing this, Liang Yan smiled slightly and said, "Senior brother, don't rush to make a conclusion, you can take a closer look." As he said that, he pressed his hand on the top of the copybook and gently brushed it downwards.

As his palm brushed past, he tore off a layer of the surface of the copybook, revealing a brand new copybook inside. The pen on it was swaying through the back of the paper, like a master's work.

"'Yundaolu'! The 'Yundaolu' by the Zhao State Calligraphy Saint Fan Zhang!" Ma Yuan screamed in shock.
Chapter completed!