C49 Practicing Calligraphy
C49 Practicing Calligraphy
The golden light in his hand circled around, it seemed to have a life of its own. Yang Xuan looked at it carefully. After a while, the golden light suddenly left City Lord's palm and jumped onto the piece of paper.
"The Spirit Aura is the origin of all things. It can merge with all things in the world. When the Spirit Aura merged with the object, the originally illusory and invisible force was magnified infinitely. And the aura that I speak of refers to this entity."
Old City Lord was minding his own business as he spoke. Immediately, his hand gently tapped on the paper. Immediately, a pressure spread out from within and instantly covered the entire house.
Yang Xuan felt his body sink, as if he was about to be suppressed by a great force. Fortunately, this force was not strong. Even he could barely withstand it.
"Do you know why prime minister Xu's calligraphy is highly respected?"
Old City Lord suddenly changed the topic and asked.
Yang Xuan pondered for a moment, but only shook his head. He knew very well that this matter was not as simple as he thought, and Old City Lord was teaching him now.
"Prime minister Xu's calligraphy skills are indeed very high, but another reason why his calligraphy skills are highly respected is because of his cultivation level."
Yang Xuan frowned, not understanding what was going on.
"That's right. prime minister Xu's cultivation has caused his Qi to become extremely powerful."
"And this kind of Qi, we usually call it Pressure."
Yang Xuan became silent. This time, he did not exclaim in surprise. Instead, he thought of the pressure that Old City Lord emitted earlier. That kind of pressure almost made him unable to breathe.
Old City Lord saw that Yang Xuan did not speak and did not care. He continued, "In fact, I don't need to say much about this ability. You will understand it in the future. However, I can see that you have some attainments in calligraphy. It would be a pity to waste it. "
"Thank you, City Lord." Yang Xuan said.
Old City Lord waved his hand and yawned. He said, "Forget it. Let's call it a day. I have taught you the method. As for the calligraphy, I'll leave it here. "
After saying that, he turned around.
Yang Xuan said, "Then I'll leave."
After saying that, he went straight out of the cottage. The moment he went out, he saw Zhou Sheng standing outside the door.
Zhou Sheng's eyes were very long and narrow, giving people the illusion that he was squinting. If it wasn't for the warm smile on his face, Yang Xuan would have thought that he was asleep.
"Mr Yang, how are your results today?"
Before Yang Xuan could speak, Zhou Sheng asked with a smile.
"Not bad."
Yang Xuan suddenly remembered the calligraphy he saw the earliest. He looked at Zhou Sheng strangely.
Zhou Sheng did not care. He pointed behind him and said, "The carriage is ready. It will send you back to Yang family. If you need anything, just tell the driver."
"Thank you."
Yang Xuan said seriously and then left.
"Master."
Zhou Sheng slowly walked into the cottage and stood behind Old City Lord.
"Zhou, help me keep an eye on this child when you are free. If he has any trouble, help him. He is a good seedling."
"What if those matters are involved?"
The smile on Zhou Sheng's face disappeared, and he asked with slight hesitation.
The cottage was quiet for a while.
"You do your best. We can't interfere too much. I hope he can make progress today."
The carriage moved forward steadily. Yang Xuan sat in the carriage with a frown and a serious look in his eyes.
When he arrived at the Yang family, he got off the carriage muddleheaded and returned to the small courtyard.
Previously, Old City Lord had been teaching him how to integrate his aura into the words. He did not know what his true meaning was, but now he understood everything.
In the shabby hut, a piece of paper was quietly spread out.
"Have you heard? Yang Xuan has gone crazy!"
"Yang Xuan?"
"He has been writing in the yard every day during this period of time. The waste paper he wrote every day is enough to fill up a room. Even if the patriarch went to persuade him, it would be useless. "
"Is that the late First Stage Yang Xuan?"
"Now, he doesn't even cultivate, but the patriarch even passed down a Mid Grade Level 1 cultivation technique to him."
Within the Yang family, a young disciple muttered with resentment, his eyes filled with indignation. The people beside him also revealed similar expressions after hearing what was said.
When Yang Dingshan compensated Yang Xuan with a cultivation technique after the competition ended, there were a lot of gossips in the family. However, because of the Patriarch's prestige, these gossips quickly disappeared.
And now, Yang Xuan was obsessed with calligraphy all day long, and even gave up on cultivating. This immediately caused many people to feel indignant.
There was only half a month left until the big competition between the three families. The other four people in the family were all in secluded cultivation, and Yang Xuan was the only one who did not seem to take it seriously.
Most importantly, during these two months, three of them had already broken through to the Late First Stage, and one of them even broke through two days after the competition ended. Many people felt that if he had broken through earlier... Perhaps, he would be able to make it into the top five as well.
This kind of pity was originally nothing, but at the moment when Yang Xuan was slacking off, these things were constantly being paid attention to.
Many of the younger generation had raised their opinions, wanting to give those who had a breakthrough a chance. After all, Yang Xuan's actions were irresponsible to the family.
However, their thoughts were immediately rejected by Yang Dingshan the moment he brought it up.
In the courtyard, the person who had caused all of this had no idea what was going on.
Another piece of paper was kneaded into a ball and thrown outside the door. There, a pile of paper as tall as a person was blocking the narrow entrance. Even the sunlight could not penetrate through.
"Is it because my realm is not high enough? After so long, I still haven't made any progress at all."
He rubbed his messy hair. The black stains on his plain robe were very conspicuous.
Ever since he returned to the Yang family, he had been staying in his room. He practiced according to the method Old City Lord taught him. In the first two days, he had not made any progress. Now, he had made some progress, but he seemed to have encountered a bottleneck.
It had been almost four or five days. No matter how hard he practiced and comprehended, it was always difficult for him to make any progress.