The next day, Chen Feng came to Fan Qing's door early. Fan Qing was also waiting there early. Fan Qing was very satisfied when he saw Chen Feng coming so early.

In his house, he had already been neatly tidy, and there were even several pots of orchids on the table, and there were also a few more calligraphy and paintings written by unknown people on the wall. Chen Feng looked at it and felt that his intention was lofty and his realm was quite high, but he could not comment on the details. In the clear and clean environment, Fan Qing asked Chen Feng to sit down, chatted for a few more words, and then transferred to the classics again. He asked Chen Feng a few simple questions, but Chen Feng still couldn't answer them.

Fan Qing then stroked his beard and said to Chen Feng kindly: "Okay, now I'll tell you what you want to do."

Then, Fan Qing took out the four treasures of the study, ink, paper and inkstone: "What you want to do is to help me copy a piece of it."

“My handwriting is ugly.”

"It doesn't matter, as long as you can recognize it. You can write a few words for me now."

Chen Feng had no choice but to bite the bullet and write the three big words "Liuyun Sect".

Previously, although he helped his grandfather write a note on Red Maple Island, his calligraphy did not undergo special practice and could only be horizontal and vertical, but there was no layout, and it did not look beautiful.

Fan Qing nodded again and said, "Yes, absolutely ok. The words are like the person, they are very honest, haha."

After doing this, Fan Qing walked into the bedroom and took out a special item carefully.

This is a set of green jade slips, wrapped tightly. Each jade slip is polished very thin, with the fine texture on it clearly visible, with a warm luster, you can tell that it is very expensive at a glance. Each jade slip is strung together by a special gray thread, forming the appearance of a book.

Fan Qing put the jade slip on the table and pointed to the jade slip and said, "This set of jade slips is left by an old friend, and it contains one of his wishes. Copying the contents is one of his last wishes. However, the words on the jade slip cannot be copied by me. I am too old. What he needs is a young man with a pure heart, so I chose you. After all, jade quality is like a character. The wish of an old friend depends on you to fulfill it."

"Please rest assured, I will copy it well." Since it is copying, I should find a better handwriting. Why did I find myself? Chen Feng couldn't figure it out, but he still agreed respectfully. As for the question of character, this word is rarely used in the secret world. After all, the secret world emphasizes strength, not character.

"You copy carefully here. I still have some things to go out for a walk." After Fan Qing said that, he glanced at the jade slip again, and stood up and left.

Chen Feng picked up the jade slip, and the tentacles felt warm. When he opened the first page of the jade slip, lines of white handwriting appeared on the green background.

Generally speaking, the handwriting of the jade slip is carved. Some people paint themselves because they are worried about damaging the jade slip. Chen Feng touched it and the handwriting on the jade slip in his hand is neither carved nor painted, as if it was born naturally in the jade slip. Each handwriting is hanging in the jade slip like an elf, like hidden in water, bathed in the sky with the starlight. Just in these handwriting, this jade slip can be called a rare thing.

It was only the first time I copied such an expensive thing, Fan Qing left like this. Does he trust him like this?

Chen Feng couldn't figure it out, so he began to look at the contents inside. The first jade slip seemed to be a poem: "There are feathers in the North Pole, and the southern seas have sunken scales. The rivers are vast and vast, and the influence is without cause. The wind and clouds meet and change into one body. Who said that the Tao is far away, and it is as grateful as a god. I was twenty-five years old, and I asked my friends to ignore him. I sang to the city of Xijing and was close to my master. I still had the same views, but the wise and foolish people are different. I am the same as gold and stone, and there is no black and phosphorus in all ages. I am incompetent in children, haggard and sad, poor and poor."

Chen Feng had never learned such poems, but when he read them, he felt catchy and magnificent, as if there was boundless grand spirit in it. Even if Chen Feng didn't have much rhetoric, after reading this poem, he had a momentum of riding lightning and running between the sky and the earth.

Chen Feng read it several times and was able to recite the poem. Then he put it down with relish and began to copy it slowly.

On the white paper, Chen Feng was facing such a good poem and couldn't bear to do it perfunctorily, so he began to write it one by one. This was the first time in his life that he had written so seriously.

This poem is very short, but Chen Feng wrote it very slowly, as if every word he wrote has endless charm, which makes him unable to let go.

He was hurting his life experience for a while, suddenly felt sad and deep, and even wanted to shed tears secretly; he seemed to see the heroes betrayed and the heroes were injustice, and he could not vent his loyalty and anger, so he could only roar to the sky, sang generously and sang passionately; he seemed to have arrived in the fairy world, and felt the fairy style, romantic and elegant, and outstanding.

After copying the whole poem, Chen Feng felt refreshed, and the spiritual platform was cleared. His irritability for many days was empty, and even his cultivation level increased slightly.

Chen Feng was surprised and happy, not knowing why this situation occurred. If copying a poem can increase his cultivation level, then he would not have to practice at all. Just copy the poem.

Chen Feng looked up at the window and hurriedly walked out. He found that the sun had slightly tilted westward, and it was in the afternoon. There were just a few words that he had copied for so long?

Another thing he could not imagine was that Fan Qing had already been waiting in the yard.

"Uncle Master, why don't you go in?" Chen Feng felt strange. Why did you have to wait in the yard for your own house without going in? Even if you go in, it won't affect my copying! Moreover, you can give me some advice.

"How many have you copied?" Fan Qing was obviously a little anxious.

Chen Feng felt a little embarrassed: "Uncle Master, I just copied a poem, it's too slow."

"A whole song?"

"Yes, there's only one whole song."

Fan Qing's expression was extremely strange, as if he was suppressing something: "I'll go in and take a look."

He picked up the words written by Chen Feng, and instead of looking at the jade slip, he asked, "Isn't copying the wrong ones?"

"No, uncle." Chen Feng even called him three times to call him uncle, and he nodded in agreement, without asking Chen Feng to call him Lao Thirteen.

"Okay, that's all here today. Come again tomorrow. This secret stone is a reward for you." After saying that, Fan Qing handed over a secret stone, Chen Feng was a little stunned.

A monthly routine for an outer disciple is just two secret stones. Although Chen Feng didn't care about one or two secret stones, he felt that Fan Qing was really generous in taking action and devoted a lot of energy to his old friends.
Chapter completed!