In the afternoon, Jingchen entered the Taoist temple with a woven bag.

He poured the soil into the Taoist temple and continued down the mountain, and went back and forth, carrying all eight bags of soil up the mountain. It was already at night. Jingchen had eaten the Dragon and Tiger Pill, but he felt exhausted at this time.

Before he could dig a hole and plant trees, Jingchen made dinner again.

After dinner, Jingchen finished packing and went to the utility room to find a chisel and a hammer to prepare to dig out four large pits in the Taoist temple. When he came to the yard, he found that there were four large pits in the yard that had been dug...

"The Taoist priest's speed is fast..."

Zhang Daoran said that he would not interfere in planting ginkgo trees. In fact, after Jingchen went down the mountain to borrow soil, he dug the pit. Jingchen just needed to put the soil in the pit and plant the trees.

After the ginkgo tree was planted, Zhang Daoran appeared in front of the house: "Come in..."

Jing Chen washed his hands and didn't know what Zhang Daoran asked him to do. When he walked into the house, he found that Zhang Daoran had ground ink and spread out rice paper: "These are several copybooks I wrote, and according to this copy, I searched for the artistic conception in the copybook."

Zhang Daoran pointed to a few pieces of rice paper on the table, full of words. This was written by Zhang Daoran when Jingchen went down the mountain to transport soil. He wrote too little before, and this time, he had eight pieces of rice paper.

Jingchen nodded, looked at Zhang Daoran's copybook, picked up the brush and wanted to copy it. Zhang Daoran stopped Jingchen and took out a pill: "Eat this..."

Zhang Daoran didn't know how to teach calligraphy. It was basically impossible for Jingchen to achieve something in a short period of time. Calligraphy was all practice and insights over the years to achieve something.

According to Zhang Daoran's knowledge, Wang Xizhi's name that has been passed down through the ages is inseparable from diligent practice. Wang Xizhi practices calligraphy and brushes, and washes the entire pond into ink. It is enough to testify that there is no shortcut to calligraphy, so he can only practice diligently and understand.

Jingchen lacks qualifications and has been practicing calligraphy for so many years, but he is still unknown and has no good handwriting. According to Zhang Daoran's calligraphy copybook, it may be difficult to make any major progress in three or two years.

Now there is only half a month left before the agreement with Sun Guan and Fangsheng. If Jingchen cannot achieve his satisfaction, he will be considered a dishonest person. Therefore, he can only let Jingchen take a shortcut. Zhang Daoran has only one shortcut here, making Jingchen smarter.

Only by improving the qualifications can one have a sense of calligraphy. Opening the spirit pill became Zhang Daoran's choice. Opening the spirit pill can give the big dragon a certain spirituality and practice. Zhang Daoran can say that he has placed great high hopes for Jingchen. Humans will never be inferior to a python. Nine spirit pills should make Jingchen have qualifications that ordinary people cannot reach.

Seeing the elixir, Jingchen did not hesitate and took it directly and wanted to take it.

“Go outside…”

Thinking of the pain and madness that the Great Dragon had when eating the Spiritual Pill, Zhang Daoran looked at his room and did not dare to let Jingchen eat the Spiritual Pill here. If Jingchen had eaten the Spiritual Pill and had the same reaction as the Great Dragon, wouldn't his room be demolished?

This is why Zhang Daoran lacked consideration at the beginning, but now he realizes this.

“??”

Jingchen was confused. Isn’t it just taking a pill that would make him go out?

Walking into the yard, Jing Chen put the pill in his mouth at Zhang Daoran's instructions.

The taste is much stronger than the Dragon and Tiger Pill, but it is even more bitter and the medicinal smell is very strong. Jing Chen frowned and swallowed it. After the pill was eaten, there was a little fragrance in his mouth, but the medicinal smell was not as strong as before.

"Master, what kind of elixir is this?"

Jingchen felt confused and tried his strength, but he did not grow, nor did he feel as light as a swallow.

"Don't you feel anything?"

Zhang Daoran opened his eyes and stared at Jing Chen for more than ten seconds, then frowned and asked.

The first time the dragon took the Spiritual Pill, although it was very painful, a trace of spiritual energy entered the dragon's body. Although most of it scattered out, a small part remained in the dragon's body. Jing Chen also ate the Spiritual Pill, which was no different from before. The spiritual energy entered the body and scattered out directly without any pause.

"Feeling?" Jing Chen was stunned: "I felt a cool air spreading in my head, and there was no other feeling. Taoist priest, is this an immortal pill? After taking it, you can live longer? Or increase your skills and become a martial arts master? Where is the Dantian, why can't I sense it?"

Jingchen was a little nervous, and he felt a cool feeling in his head, but there was no other feeling at all.

“??”

I want to have a fairy elixir, too.

Ignoring Fang Tong, Zhang Daoran turned around and returned to the room. The moment his body turned around, Zhang Daoran's face was a little disappointed.

After taking the Spiritual Pill, Jingchen did not open the Spiritual Vein, which means that Jingchen is not qualified to practice.

If a practitioner wants to refine spiritual energy into his body, he must first open the spiritual vein. The so-called spiritual vein is not much different from the Ren and Du meridians of the warrior. It is a spiritual vein in the meridians of the creatures. From humans to ants, there are such spiritual veins. Some living veins are naturally open and have a natural affinity for spiritual energy. As long as there are corresponding exercises, they can practice.

Some people have closed their spiritual veins and need external force to open them. The spirit elixir is one of the pills to open up the spiritual veins. When the spirit veins are opened, they can sense the existence of spiritual energy and thus be qualified to practice.

Zhang Daoran didn't know what the probability of opening the spiritual vein after taking the Spiritual Pill. Anyway, Jingchen's spiritual vein was not opened at this time, and he didn't even feel anything special. In other words, Jingchen did not have the opportunity to practice Zhang Daoran's martial arts.

Jing Chen was a little confused and didn't know the disappointment in Zhang Daoran's heart, so he could only follow Zhang Daoran into the house.

"Try these copybooks, what are your experiences?"

Jingchen's spiritual vein cannot be opened, and he can also improve his wisdom, qualifications, and his understanding of copybooks. However, Jingchen could only focus on calligraphy in the future, and the Taoist sect, especially the Three Pure Views, and was destined to be unaware of it.

Looking at Zhang Daoran's copybook on the table in confusion, Jingchen was suddenly stunned. The fonts were the same as before, and the same copybook. After taking a closer look, Jingchen felt that the fonts were different from before, and what was different, Jingchen couldn't tell me.

“Try writing a copy…”

Zhang Daoran stood beside Jingchen and said softly.

Jingchen picked up the pen and tried to copy this copybook of rice paper. The dragons and phoenixes danced, and dozens of words appeared on the paper.

"Master, I feel that these words are awkward to write..."

After using up a piece of rice paper, Jing Chen's face turned red. He copied Zhang Daoran's copybook, but his copying was completely changed.

"Go back to my house and continue copying, go..."

Zhang Daoran did not comment, and Jingchen himself did not feel that the style of his calligraphy just now was completely different from before, with a hint of master's style. But now he still lacks some heat.

Jingchen walked out of the house with Zhang Daoran's copybook. Zhang Daoran said to himself: "There are still eight spirit-opening pills. In eight days, if you can't surpass those masters and find the feeling of gathering momentum, I will be wasted these nine spirit-opening pills..."
Chapter completed!