The aura of Tao that continued to emit from the Dao Hall enveloped Li Xing.

There is nothing else in the hall except the case in front of you and the four treasures of the study on the case.

Li Xing was pulled by the breath of Tao and stood cross-legged on the cushion, a little dazed and didn't know what to do.

Looking at the paper, pen, inkstone and ink placed on the table in front of me.

After a moment of contemplation.

Li Xing picked up the piece of graphite in front of him and grind it slowly on the inkstone.

During the grinding process, Li Xing felt unprecedented peace.

People also polish ink, and ink also polish people.

As the saying goes.

If one is to cultivate one's body and correct one's mind, one will not be able to be upright if one has something angered; one will not be able to be upright if one has something to fear; one will not be able to be upright if one has something to like or enjoy; one's worry, one will not be able to be upright if one has something to worry about.

Absent-minded, blind to seeing, listen to but not hearing, and eat without knowing the taste. This means that self-cultivation is to correct one's mind.

At this moment, Li Xing's heart gained unprecedented peace, and his heart finally truly settled down.

Looking back on the past, day and night.

The family was in trouble at birth, Kimber died, Uncle Hu died tragically, and his parents were left without a trace.

The cultivation time on Xuanling Mountain, the scene of Xuanling leaving, and the adventure of Cangsong Immortal Palace.

The encounter in Rou Shang City, the uninvited guests on the flying boat, the sneak attack by Sikong Xuan, and the falling boat to pieces.

The guilt of not protecting her, and the helplessness of her could not be found.

All of this has been pressing on Li Xing.

Even though Li Xing has a very strong mind, even if Li Xing is so determined.

But all this was always rolling deep in his heart.

Li Xing has always been very quick-witted and has never calmed down.

Because he dared not calm himself down, his calming heart would think a lot.

The moment you enter the Hall of Enlightenment, the breath in the hall smooths Li Xing's glitzy heart.

Picking up the graphite and grinding it on the inkstone gave Li Xing a real peace.

Keep your heart calm and keep your own heart light and glitz.

The tiger roars and the dragon roars and the clouds are full of ambitions, and the fallen flowers flow with a steady heart.

A drop in the ocean but I don’t envy the endless rivers.

The road ahead is dangerous and obstructive, so let it be high and far away. I should use the way in my heart to cross thousands of mountains and rivers.

A calm heart makes Li Xing slowly relieve everything.

The turbulent thoughts in my mind slowly faded at this moment.

In a blink of an eye.

The graphite grinding was completed, and a layer of pure gold-transparent ink was lying peacefully on the white inkstone, which looked particularly heavy.

Li Xing put down the remaining golden graphite in his hand.

Strangely, the grinding does not seem to have any loss to this graphite.

The graphite is square in four corners, and Li Xing grinds a corner of the juice, but there is no sign of it on the graphite.

Pick up the pen in front of me and act like a everyone.

The two elders’ teachings of Li Xing were all told.

Calligraphy is naturally also taught to Li Xing.

Li Xing picked up the pen in front of him, sat upright, straightened his head, straightened his body, stretched his arms, and sat down.

Just as Li Xing was about to start writing.

Suddenly, Li Xing seemed to wake up from a dream.

After entering the Hall of Enlightenment, I was inspired by the atmosphere in the hall and the charm of Tao, and everything seemed so natural and everything was so natural.

But when Li Xing is ready, he has to start writing something.

Li Xing suddenly realized what he was writing.

This made Li Xing fall into deep thought. If he is aimless, he will definitely not be able to achieve the best effect.

Li Xing really doesn't want to waste such an atmosphere and such a state of mind at this moment.

Li Xing cast inquiring eyes at the scholar man beside him.

But the scholar shook his head, not knowing what to do.

Li Xing lowered his head and pondered and was about to put down the pen in his hand first.

"You can write about what you see and hear today..." In the dark, an obscure and ancient voice sounded in Li Xing's mind.

This is the voice of a woman. The sound is like a spring water, a trickle of warmth, flowing into her heart, like a yellow oriole coming out of the valley, melodious and melodious, and like water and song, refreshing the heart.

This voice echoed in Li Xing's mind, and his distressed heart instantly calmed down and could not produce any turbulence.

"Yes!" Li Xing slapped his thigh, obviously agreeing with the voice very much.

"I don't know which senior is helping me. I am thankful to you, Senior Li Xing!" Li Xing stood up and bowed to the divine.

But no one responded to Li Xing.

Li Xing shrugged, smiled slightly, and stopped caring.

After all, the Miluo Ancient Palace is so strict that the outside world cannot enter it. Now I am half the owner of the Miluo Ancient Palace. I have not felt any fluctuations just now.

I think this sound may be left by the chaotic god, demon Nuwa, who created this temple of enlightenment.

If not, even if someone really enters here from the outside world, he can appear quietly in the hall, and the ancient hall cannot sense it.

Then this person's strength is definitely not something he can resist.

Thinking of this, Li Xing didn't care anymore. As the sky fell, there was naturally a tall man holding him over.

Sitting back to the futon, Li Xing picked up the pen and wrote.

"Now, I and my friends will go to Tianxuan, sect assessment, Xuanhai Secret Realm, Fantasy..."

With curious thoughts, Li Xing raised his pen with a bold pen, lightly tapped the inkstone graphite, and walked around the dragon on the rice paper in front of him.

The wrists are sometimes raised up and sometimes pressed down.

The lightness is like a dragon playing in the water, and a butterfly flying.

The solemn part is strong and the pen tip is strong.

Nuwa and Sanqing personally spent decades to build this temple of enlightenment here.

Li Xing didn't believe that there was a table of four treasures in this palace, just to let future generations write and draw.

There is a reason for existence.

This was taught by Xuan Ling to Li Xing since childhood.

But Li Xing was still very curious about this, just like a silly roe deer. The more he didn't understand something, the more Li Xing wanted to know the reason.

This has led to Li Xing's concentration.

Waving a bold pen in your hand, every word is written in an extremely ordinary way.

Even because Li Xing is not proficient in calligraphy, some of the characters are written a bit twisted and inflected.

The scholarly man, "Qian", was watching Li Xing's side, and almost burst into laughter as he looked at the handwriting written by Li Xing.

It was really incomparable to the calligraphy of his master, "Mong", back then, but he still held back and should not disturb the other party now.

Li Xing was focused and was writing stroke by stroke. A large number of words were written in Li Xing's hands.

Li Xing focused on writing about everything that happened today.

Forgot the glitz of the world, forget the pain, forget the shock, forget everything.

I forgot that I am Li Xing, and I forgot that I and Lu Lin were taking the assessment in Tianxuan Sect.

Forgot the powerlessness of childhood, the suffering of three years ago, and the beauty of the first meeting with her...

At this moment, Li Xing is no longer Li Xing, but just a passerby who writes his life with a pen in front of the case.

Every stroke is like a beautiful scroll, vivid and personified.

With Li Xing's writing, a large amount of words gathered into a beautiful painting, which seemed even more mysterious.

Gradually, Li Xing was led into an indescribable state in this state of concentration.

Immersed in this realm, Li Xing's heart was peaceful.

On the black rice paper, most of the golden graphite was already written.
To be continued...