Boil the heavens

"Shanshan met senior." The girl saluted again.

Shaking his head, Yan Fei said, "You can just call me by my name, senior... this title is too old, if you don't want to be called by my name, you can also call me Big Brother Yan.

Mo Shanshan... Your name gives me a very familiar feeling. "

"Shanshan has lived on Mogan Mountain since he was a child, maybe Brother Yan heard it occasionally when he was sleeping in the stone." The girl smiled.

With a slight smile, although it does not overwhelm the country and the city, it is like melting snow and a stream flowing, which makes people feel happy and comfortable.

"Maybe." After sleeping for too long, and with too many memories of hundreds of millions of years, Yan Fei really couldn't find any trace of the name Mo Shanshan in his mind.

"Were you practicing calligraphy just now? It's not easy to write words that touch my heart, can you let me have a look?" Looking at the paper tightly held in the girl's hand, Yan Fei asked.

"Brother Yan made me laugh." The girl handed the copybook to Yan Fei generously, "Brother Yan is sleeping in the stone, but this big blue stone has existed since the mountain has memories. Brother Yan has always been there." sleep in it?"

The girl is full of curiosity about Yan Fei.

Qingshi, who often played and practiced calligraphy while sleeping on it when he was a child, has turned into a handsome young man. This kind of visual impact is too great.

At this moment, he can still remain calm and indifferent, which is enough to show the strength of Mo Shanshan's state of mind.

"That's right, I've been sleeping in it." Spreading out the girl's copybook, Yan Fei looked at it and said, "No wonder it woke me up, your writing is so profound that it pierces deep into it. It contains mountains and rivers, green and majestic, like a mountain pressing down on you. Come on, it can really wake me up."

"It's also thanks to Brother Yan's sleeping bluestone. If it weren't for the feeling of looking at the bluestone, and the calmness and firmness of the bluestone when writing, the mountain might not be able to enter the cave." The girl said modestly.

Slightly pondering, Yan Fei said, "Dongxuan...is this the cultivation system of your era? Can you tell me what realm you have in cultivation?"

After finishing speaking, Yan Fei took out a stone table and two stone chairs from among the rocks in the distance with a wave of his hand, and they sat facing each other.

"In this era..." The girl grasped the words in Yan Fei's words, but did not ask further, "Shanshan doesn't know how brother Yan practiced in the era he lived in, but in the era of Shanshan's life, the Cultivation is divided into five realms: primary stage, perception, non-confusion, cave mystery, and knowing destiny, and the world divides practitioners into sword masters, mind masters, and talisman masters according to the different ways of using the power of these five realms."

Mo Shanshan briefly explained Yan Fei's current cultivation state. Hearing the girl's concise and to-the-point explanation, Yan Fei nodded slightly.

Generally speaking, the current cultivation method is still passed down by him tens of thousands of years ago, but it has been refined and developed.

However, the core and foundation remain the same. They use the sea of ​​snow-capped mountains in their body to cultivate the vitality of heaven and earth, and then through comprehension, clarify the realm, penetrate the mystery, and then comprehend the profound meaning of their own rules.

And the girl in front of her is the Dongxuan Realm.

and many more...

While chewing the names of these realms back and forth, a flash of inspiration flashed in Yan Fei's mind. He quickly searched through hundreds of millions of years of memory, and finally, Yan Fei found the reason why he was familiar with the name Mo Shanshan.

If I'm not mistaken, this should be the [Jiang Ye] world.

just didn't expect...

This world turned out to be his own creation.

"Brother Yan?" Looking at Yan Fei who suddenly fell silent, Mo Shanshan called softly.

"It's nothing, it's just a feeling in my heart." Looking at the copybook on the table, Yan Fei smiled and said, "Miss Shanshan is obsessed with calligraphy, and it happens that I have also studied it. I write three characters. Girls may as well take a look at it." .”

"Brother Yan, please!" When it came to calligraphy and words, the girl looked serious.

Spreading the paper, picking up the pen, dipping in the ink, and then carefully sizing up the girl in front of him, Yan Fei did it all in one go.

Mo Shanshan.

These three words appeared on the paper.

The words are completed, the vitality of heaven and earth gathers, condenses in the ink, flows in the strokes, and a phantom of a girl who is exactly the same as Mo Shanshan walks out of the copybook.

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At the foot of Mogan Mountain, in a small town, Yan Fei sells calligraphy for a living and lives here temporarily.

The reason why he lives here is not because of anything else, but because Mo Shanshan doesn't want Yan Fei to leave.

She likes Yan Fei's handwriting, and she would come to ask for it every day, and Yan Fei also likes the feeling of getting along with a fresh girl.

From the age of dinosaurs to the present, more than 2 million years, Yan Fei has lived a long time. In his long life, he has experienced too much. If it were someone else, he might be indifferent to everything because of it, but Yan Fei is just the opposite.

It is precisely because he has witnessed too many passing away that he cherishes the present even more.

"Brother Yan, please help me write this Dageng post again, I can't always imitate your taste." Dressed in white, the pure smile of a fresh girl with curved eyebrows is always irresistible.

[Xinmozhai], Yan Fei is writing, the girl is serving tea, the lotus steps are lightly moving, graceful and graceful, a pair of small eyes are carefully watching the handwriting written by Yan Fei, and the light in the eyes is constantly changing with each stroke.

From time to time, the girl's eyes would move from the words to Yan Fei's face, then she lowered her head quietly, and put her eyes on the words again.

"I... like you." The girl said suddenly.

Pausing the pen in his hand, Yan Fei raised his head, just in time to meet those pure eyes and tender, rosy face.

"...Like writing!" Looking at each other for a moment, the girl spat out a few words.

I like your words, so I like you too.

Yan Fei likes the purity of the girl.

Smiling lightly, Yan Fei reached out to support the girl's hand holding the teacup. The teacup was very stable in the girl's hand, but the tea in the cup was rippling, and the girl's heart was not stable.

"I like the way you serve me tea." Taking the teacup, Yan Fei said, "But, I like you more."

The originally slightly red face turned red, and the girl was shy, but she looked directly at Yan Fei without avoiding it. At this moment, she didn't know what to say, so she wanted to use her eyes to convey her heart.

"I will always write for you in the future, writing many, many words that you like." As a man, Yan Fei felt that he should take the initiative.

"Well, I like it when you write for me." The girl nodded, her eyes full of solemnity.

No longer standing, the girl sat next to Yan Fei, sitting very close to each other, and the clothes of the two overlapped, which had never happened before.

Looking at the words Yan Fei had written, the girl suddenly felt that the words were different.

"Try it yourself." Yan Fei handed the pen to the girl, then moved away slightly, and the two of them sat behind the table evenly.

One and half, on the left is the words written by Yan Fei, and on the right is the words that the girl is writing.

"Not good!" After writing the words, the girl frowned, which was deeper than what Yan Fei had just written.

"Actually, it's very good." After taking the girl's words, Yan Fei smiled, "It's just because you can't see the mountains clearly, so it's a bit less meaningful."

After finishing speaking, Yan Fei raised his hand, brushed away the girl's frowning brows, and stroked over the girl's eyes.

Under Yan Fei's warm palm, the girl closed her eyes with trembling eyelashes, she liked the feeling of the warm caress very much.

Yan Fei's palm was put down, the warmth receded, the girl reluctantly opened her eyes, and suddenly found that Yan Fei in front of her and the words on the case were exceptionally clear.