The Grace of Reconstruction

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"...This is all the secrets of practicing the magical power of "Only My True Body"."

After finishing speaking in one breath, Mo Jinhuan slowly exhaled, then looked at Lin Lan who was thinking thoughtfully across from him, and asked: "Brother Lin, if there is still something unclear, it's okay. I'll write it down later."

Send it over."

"No need, I've written it down word for word." Lin Lan said casually.

Just now, he deliberately entered a state of tranquility, and his thinking speed, memory, and understanding were greatly improved. Naturally, after listening to it once, it was all engraved in his mind.

"……That's good."

Mo Jinhuan was speechless.

Thousands of words of content and tips can be remembered word for word after listening to it once. With such a terrifying memory, you just said you have a bad memory?

"However, I want to remind Brother Lin." Mo Jinhuan said helplessly: "I am passing on my magical power to you privately. If Brother Lin doesn't want to serve in the military, it's best not to use the power of My True Body at ordinary times.

Once your body is discovered, you must serve in the Fengtian Army. This rule was set by my father, and there is nothing I can do about it."

"Okay, I understand." Lin Lan hummed.

Anyway, he cultivated the Solitary True Body in order to strengthen his body and withstand the pressure brought by excessive magical power, but it may not necessarily reach this point.

Moreover, after this matter is settled, it doesn't matter if he serves in the military for one year.

"Then... can Brother Lin help me complete the poem now?" Mo Jinhuan couldn't help but ask.

"It's a small matter." Lin Lan nodded slightly, "Mo Jiaoyu can prepare some poems. If you need my help to complete some poems, just ask me when you are ready."

"Thank you so much."

Mo Jinhuan bowed his hands gratefully, and then said: "However, there are about twenty poems that need to be completed here. Brother Lin may also have completely lost poems. Can you record them all?"

"I can't think of the others at the moment." Lin Lan said with a half-smile, "Besides, didn't Mo Jiaoyu just ask me to help complete the poem?"

I couldn't remember it again... Mo Jinhuan was a little helpless, hesitated, and said: "Well, as long as Brother Lin helps complete the twenty or so poems below, we can also record ten more lost poems.

I am willing to lend you the artistic conception diagram of the magical power of "Only My True Body" to Brother Lin."

"Imagination diagram?" Lin Lan looked at him.

Mo Jinhuan explained: "Normally, if you want to experience the artistic conception of Weizhen Shen, you need to continue to practice the 'Thirty-six Styles of Weizhenzhen' in order to experience that artistic conception, but with the help of the artistic conception map, you can

It will be much easier.”

Lin Lan was stunned.

The swordsmanship magical power "Controlling Soldiers with Qi" he has learned now, as well as the Demon Master's "All Dharmas Return to One" all have visualization diagrams.

But the "Only My True Body" that Mo Jinhuan taught just now does not have visualization pictures.

Because visualization diagrams are relatively precious, it requires people who have developed magical powers and mastered the art and artistic conception to spend a lot of effort and magic power to create a visualization diagram, so not all practitioners can obtain a visualization diagram.

The students of the Academy compete for the quarterly exams and rankings for the cultivation resources, mainly the right to use elixirs and visualization diagrams.

"Then thank you Mo Jiaoyu." Lin Lan cupped his hands and said.

"It should."

Mo Jinhuan waved his hand, and then asked expectantly: "Then...Brother Lin, shall we start now?"

"Okay." Lin Lan nodded slightly.

…

After more than half an hour passed.

It was not until the sky had completely darkened that Fan Qingyao pushed Lin Lan out of the small courtyard after Mo Jinhuan reluctantly sent her off.

Walking on the bluestone road of Jingxinyuan, Fan Qingyao couldn't help but murmured: "Master, this Mo Jiaoyu is really crazy about poetry. I think if you stay a little longer and come up with a few more poems, he will probably all

I have to steal the family heirloom for you."

"The bottle of true blood elixir has been put away." Lin Lan said casually: "When I start practicing the true self, give me one pill every three days."

"knew."

Fan Qingyao nodded and sighed: "However, I didn't expect that Young Master, you actually know so many poems by the first imperial master, and you also know the music scores of the first imperial master and Qin Sheng. You are really well-informed and memorized."

Lin Lan didn't say anything.

Just now, after he easily completed Mo Jinhuan's twenty or so incomplete poems, he casually dictated them and asked the other party to write down ten poems.

Mo Jinhuan suspected that he knew more, gritted his teeth, and took out the true blood elixir that the Fengtian Army coach specially asked him to take to seduce him, saying that it would be of great benefit to the cultivation of the true body of the Self, and forced him to

He read ten more poems, but he really had nothing to give, so he let him go, but he obviously knew that he still had a lot of 'stock'.

When Marshal Mo has something new, he will probably come to him again.

Lin Lan naturally didn't care.

Anyway, it was something that had been copied by the first Imperial Master, and he was just using it for a second time.

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Time flies by during practice, and three days have passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past three days, there has been a wave of poetry in Chonghua City. From small bookstores on the streets to the Imperial Academy and even His Majesty’s Imperial Study Room, copybooks or copybooks of a poem have begun to circulate.

A treasure trove of calligraphy for everyone in the calligraphy world.

One after another, the masterpieces of the poets 800 years ago began to be widely circulated in Chonghua City and even throughout Jingzhou.

Anyone who was fond of poetry, ranging from private schoolboys to Grand Tutor Hongru and even His Majesty, all without exception began to appreciate and read these poems that had been lost for who knows how many years.

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Chonghua Academy.

Jingxinyuan.

Inside the wine loft.

"Mr. Qi, have you found the source of these poems?"

The Yue Pavilion Master, who had always been calm and carefree, was looking at Jian Cheng slightly nervously and excitedly, with uncontrollable expectation in his eyes.

Jian Cheng smiled helplessly and said: "Master Yue Pavilion, I had people check the clues of these poems for two days before I found out that these poems came from our academy."

"What?" Master Yue Pavilion couldn't help but be startled, "The source is our academy?"

"It was passed down by the young marshal Mo Jinhuan, the son of the Taishi family." Jian Cheng shook his head and smiled: "I asked him just now, but he told me that these poems were only relayed by him for others.

That’s all.”

"Who is it?"

Pavilion Master Yue couldn't help but urge: "Mr. Qi, please stop showing off. You know how important this is to me."

"Don't worry, I asked again and again, and Mo Jinhuan told me. You don't know how much I wasted my words, and even promised Renzong's future and various benefits, Mo Jinhuan just opened my mouth. It's really..."

Jian Cheng deliberately rambled on, whetting the appetite of Pavilion Master Yue. Seeing that the other party began to take out his magic brush, he coughed and said: "Okay, okay, let me tell you, these poems

The source...is actually Mr. Lin Lan."

"Lin Lan?" Master Yue Pavilion was slightly startled.

Immediately, he suddenly said: "This is true. During the city-burning catastrophe 360 ​​years ago, the sky fire almost burned down most of Chonghua City, 90% of many files and documents were destroyed, and Dayu was in war again.

, these eternal masterpieces have almost been completely lost. Except for people who have been reincarnated hundreds of years ago, who can remember these poems?"

Jian Cheng couldn't help but nodded and said: "So, this Mr. Lin Lan was at least a big shot before the sky burned the city?"

"I guess that's how it is."

Pavilion Master Yue nodded lightly, "According to what you said, his talent is so terrifying. He must have been a big shot before he was reincarnated, and he is so good at cultivating magical powers. Maybe... he is really the reincarnation of a certain saint from our Human Sect.

?It’s just that he is so unfamiliar with our Human Sect, maybe he is another big shot, or he is pretending not to remember?”

Jian Cheng showed a smile and sighed: "When our Renzong building is about to collapse, he is still willing to join our Renzong. This sincerity alone is worth our sincerity."

Pavilion Master Yue was silent for a moment and said, "I don't know how many of the Saint Master's poems he still remembers?"

"There should be quite a few."

Jian Cheng said: "Mo Jinhuan said that Mr. Lin Lan did not want to serve in the Fengtian Army, so he exchanged poems for the magical power of "Only My True Body". At that time, he easily recited dozens of poems.

And at first glance, there are quite a few things that haven’t been said yet.”

"I don't want to do military service..." Pavilion Master Yue pondered for a while, but suddenly said: "Mr. Qi, do you think... could he do it on purpose?"

"Intentional?" Jian Cheng asked doubtfully.

"Think about it."

Pavilion Master Yue narrowed his eyes and said softly: "A few days ago, he met me in person. Since he is the reincarnation of a big shot and is good at cultivating the magical powers of the Human Sect, it should be obvious that the calligraphy magical powers I practice are the best at the moment.

What is missing is the fame and talent brought by these poems, and within a few days, he suddenly published so many poems, so coincidental and accurate, it seems like he is deliberately helping me..."

"When you say that, it's really true." Jian Cheng also nodded slightly.
To be continued...