Chapter 47

The city Lord came out, moving slowly and looking peaceful. His silver hair was randomly tied behind him by a black belt, and his loose white robe hung on the ground, but it was very clean without any dust.

As soon as the other party appeared, Yang Xuan had a strange illusion, as if there was a towering mountain in front of him, with unparalleled momentum and suppressing the four sides. But when he looked carefully, all this disappeared in the twinkling of an eye, as if it had never appeared.

"What is this realm!"

Yang Xuan was surprised. Although he felt very vague, he had no doubt.

Because that feeling comes from the heavenly eye between the eyebrows! However, at this time, his cultivation is still shallow, and the heavenly eye has just started, so it is difficult to feel it clearly at will.

"Meet the city Lord."

When Yang Xuan was still shocked, Zhou Sheng already saluted and immediately said, "the city Lord is serious. Brother Yang's posture is vertical and his calligraphy attainments are profound. How can it be hard to meet him in person."

His words are very gentle. The artistic conception of his body is similar to that of the city Lord. He is flat and light, not anxious and impatient, which makes people comfortable.

"See the city Lord."

Yang Xuan also returned to his mind at this time and hurriedly saluted. No longer entangled in the feeling just now.

The old city Lord nodded and said, "don't be polite. Xiao Zhou, go ahead and be busy first. Yang Xuan, come with me."

He gently brushed his sleeves, and they were held up. Before he could feel it, Yang Xuan followed him into the hut, while Zhou Sheng quietly left after standing still for a moment.

The furnishings in the house are very simple. In addition to a table and a chair, there are only a few calligraphy and paintings on the wall. Yang Xuan looked at it and recognized it immediately. One of them was brought by himself last time.

When the old city director watched him, he walked to the table. On the black table, there were all kinds of pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

He stretched out his hand, carefully smoothed the white rice paper, and then picked it up.

"Yang Xiaoyou, what do you think of this picture?"

He asked with a smile. The wrinkles on his face are crowded together, coupled with his casual dress. Where does the city Lord look like? It's a word selling Lao Tzu showing off his skills.

Yang Xuan's respect did not decrease at all. Hearing the speech, he immediately walked over and looked at the rice paper. On the pure white rice paper, four big black characters seem to be coming out through the paper. Dragons and phoenix dance with extraordinary momentum.

"One husband is in charge." Yang Xuan silently read a sentence, frowned and looked at it for a long time. Then he said seriously: "this word is well written, but..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that the artistic conception of expression deviates."

"Oh? What do you say?"

The old city Lord raised his eyebrows and showed an interested look. He looked at Yang Xuan with flat eyes. Although it was a little turbid, he couldn't hide the essence.

Yang Xuan groaned and continued: "at a glance, this word gives people the feeling that it is powerful and invincible, but the four words of" one man in charge of the pass "need the courage to move forward. It's like facing thousands of troops and horses, which has nothing to do with ability. What we want is the feeling of life and death."

"The writing is good and the momentum is sufficient, but when put together, there is a gap."

What he said was very sincere and hearty. He finished it at one go, as if he didn't know that the current city Lord took out the word.

The old city Lord stared at Yang Xuan with sharp eyes and wanted to see something from his eyes. However, Yang Xuan's face had no other expression except seriousness and seriousness.

The old city Lord looked at it for a long time, and the momentum suddenly disappeared. He laughed two times without image, and immediately said, "good! Good one keeps moving forward, good one puts life and death aside."

"This picture was written by Zhou Sheng. He was a beginner and didn't know the truth. You are the only one who says the problem at present."

Yang Xuan smiled softly. The words of the city Lord have different meanings. Anyone who knows a little about calligraphy can see the problem of this character, but only he knows it, and the meaning is self-evident.

He didn't make any comments on these problems involving people's hearts, and the old city Lord also mentioned them. I saw him throw away the rice paper in his hand. In a trance, there seemed to be a gust of breeze in the cabin, which slowly fell to the corner with the rice paper.

The soft and delicate rice paper floated to the ground as if it had been smoothed in the air without any folds.

Yang Xuan's eyes fell on the rice paper, his face was calm, but there had been a storm in his heart. The rice paper thrown out can be controlled to such a degree. It is not only neat and stable, but also the most important thing is that he can't even feel the control of the old city Lord without the perception of the heavenly eye.

It's not too much to say that it's handy. Even the uncle in the second realm is far from catching up with this ability.

"Well, it's just a small means. Don't care. With your talent, you can get to this step sooner or later."

The old city Lord looked at Yang Xuan at will and said faintly.

Then he went back to the table, took the inkstone and ground it carefully. At the same time, a chapter of rice paper quietly floated out from under the table and automatically tiled on the table.

"How many cyclones have you gathered." Grinding, he said suddenly.

Yang Xuan was also immersed in the rice paper floating up and down. Hearing the speech, he was stunned at first, and immediately turned into great joy. He hurriedly said, "return to the city Lord, so far 124 cyclones have been condensed."

"The speed is still fast. At least, it's much faster than Zhou Sheng's boy."

The old town master nodded and said, "you just need to remember not to be impatient and play steadily. It's even more so when you have spirit beads. My cultivation experience is years of experience. You can think about it yourself."

"Thank you, city Lord."

Yang Xuan bowed to the ground, but he was only half down. He felt as if he was held by a pair of invisible hands. It was difficult for him to go down any more.

The old city Lord is still quietly studying ink, with a gentle look.

"I don't accept disciples. I just think you are good and want to introduce you on a whim."

"The grace of entry is like rebuilding!"

Yang Xuan looked serious and pondered for a long time. Then he seriously said, "if there were no kindness of the city master, Xiaozi would still be raising flowers and studying in the courtyard at this time. He would never have achieved today."

For him, the introduction of Xianmen gave him hope to find his parents.

The old city Lord's hand stopped. In the dark inkstone, a little ink flowed slowly, reflecting the sunshine outside the window.

"Alas, the cruelty of the cultivation world is far beyond your imagination. Maybe one day, you will regret it. It will be good if you don't blame me then."

The pure light in his eyes had already converged, replaced by a trace of fatigue. The golden sunshine sprinkled on the pure white coat, but there was no vitality flowing, but it was a little heavy.

The atmosphere in the room seemed to become low in these words. Yang Xuan only felt that his heart was heavy and almost out of breath.