The dense sword energy lingered in front of Taixian Hall.

There was a great light in the sky, and spiritual thoughts emerged one after another, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Emperor Chongtian watched with great interest the strange phenomena suspended in the sky that were slowly dissipating.

Princess Xianyou's soul moved slightly, and she keenly sensed that the sharp sword intention in the pen and ink was not composed of vitality. It seemed to contain a majestic aura, which was brewed and then constructed.

She was fascinated by it, and several breaths passed until the vision in the painting dissipated.

Lao Diao Si, who was behind Emperor Chongtian, stretched out a finger and tapped it lightly. The calligraphy that was originally suspended in the sky seemed to be blown by the breeze, flew into the Taixian Hall, and landed in the hands of Princess Xianyou.

A smile appeared on Emperor Chongtian's lips, and he said to Princess Xianyou: "You must keep this calligraphy. Maybe one day, the sword energy in the calligraphy will become stronger and stronger, and it will be able to eliminate many disasters."

Princess Xianyou's eyes flickered and she looked at Lu Jing aside again.

At this moment, Lu Jing was still standing tall, looking down at the white jade brick in front of him, with no look of complacency on his face.

This kind of mind is indeed calm and not like a young person.

It should be noted that the person who praised him was Saint Lord Dafu, the tallest person in the world. Even so, Lu Jing could not express his joy.

It was only then that Princess Xianyou suddenly felt that the young man who could be mentioned so many times by Shengzi's eyes did have many outstanding qualities.

"The Jiuhu Lu family is rich in geniuses."

Princess Xianyou thought to herself: "In the past there was General Shenxiao Lu Shenyuan, in the back there was the Crown Princess, and now there is Mr. Lu Jing, the library man."

Thinking of this, she suddenly laughed in her heart: "It's just that among these people, General Shenxiao Lu Shenyuan is more and more ordinary. The Crown Princess has little contact with the Lu family. Lu Jing was even expelled from the Jiuhu Lu family, which is ridiculous."

Princess Xianyou thought like this, then carefully rolled up Lu Jing's pen and ink and put it into the treasure.

There was still a lot of solemnity in his eyes, and he had already given up the intention of giving this painting away or selling it.

"Your talent reminds me of Lu Shenyuan when we were still in Jiuhu."

Emperor Chongtian still looked down at the memorial, and spoke in a normal tone, casually: "It's just that later on, Lu Shenyuan took a road that no one had ever walked before, which made him waste decades.

But you are different, you are a bit surprising to me."

Lu Jing lowered his head and listened, but did not speak.

Emperor Chongtian casually commented a few words on a memorial, put it aside, and his eyes finally fell on Lu Jing.

"You have cursive handwriting with independent charm. You can start a sect with your pen and ink. Your talents are not easy to come by. You also have a certain level of brilliance that no noble son of aristocratic families can have. That's why I called you here."

Emperor Chongtian waved his hand gently, and Chiyi Diaosi turned around and walked deeper into the Taixian Hall. After a while, Chiyi Diaosi held in the hand an eight-year-old man wearing a golden dress, with his hair tied back, and a face carved with pink and jade.

Nine-year-old child.

The child had a childish look on his face, but his breath was very calm and not chaotic.

Lu Jing looked at the noble child. The child walked to the center of Taixian Hall and respectfully saluted Emperor Chongtian who was at the head.

He always lowered his head, not daring to look at Emperor Chongtian. The original stability in his eyes had disappeared, and instead he became more fearful.

Emperor Chongtian did not show much majesty in the Taixian Palace, but no one would think that the emperor in front of him, known as the "Holy King", was really so kind.

Since he ascended the throne, he has destroyed seven surrounding countries. The thirty-six countries in the Western Regions are in name only and have been firmly held by Da Fu. Emperor Bi Yanmi of the Landa Temple in the Holy Land of the Western Regions visits Taixuan Jing every year to pay homage to Emperor Chongtian.

The same is true for Yinsi, Zhenwushan, Taihaoque... and many other sects that were once world-famous.

It can be seen from this that Emperor Chongtian is called the Great Fu Sage, which is worthy of his name.

"Yan Xu, come and see Mr. Lu Jing."

Emperor Chongtian always had a smile on his lips: "From now on, Mr. Lu Jing will teach you how to read and calligraphy, and the rest of the Imperial Academy will only consolidate your lessons and cultivate your character through writing. I hope you can be more stable."

"Father... Yan Xu knows."

The little prince first saluted Emperor Chongtian again, then turned around and bowed his head solemnly to Lu Jing to observe the disciple's etiquette.

"The Thirteenth Prince." Lu Jing also saluted the little prince.

Emperor Chongtian... never gave him a chance to choose.

Lu Jing pondered in his heart and looked at the young prince. The thirteenth prince looked quite respectful.

After all, according to Emperor Chongtian, Lu Jing was not just an ordinary teacher who taught him his lessons, but the prince's young teacher in the true sense!

This was not an official position, but he had to be supported by the prince. Not only did he get a very generous salary on weekdays, but the thirteenth prince could also come and ask Lu Jing when he was in doubt.

The prince's junior master also has the right to punish and rebuke the prince appropriately. This right is given by the Holy King himself. Because of this, even if he is as noble as the prince, he cannot complain.

But Lu Jing had a lot of confusion in his heart...

There are great Confucian scholars in Taixuan Jing, and there are also gentlemen of high moral character and knowledgeable in hundreds of schools of thought in Guozijian and many other academies.

Although he has a reputation, his reputation is limited to cursive script. Regarding classics and history, Lu Jing has many opinions until now, but he has made no achievements in Taixuanjing.

Moreover, when teaching a young prince to write, it was naturally impossible to teach cursive script first. Lu Jing's regular script skills were still far behind those of the great scholars who specialized in regular script.

Emperor Chongtian ignored this and asked him to serve as the thirteenth prince's young master, which surprised him a little.

"In that case, why not start the first lesson today."

Emperor Chongtian said casually: "Let's go to Huaishi Palace, Yan Xu. Don't neglect me from now on, sir."

The Thirteenth Prince immediately said respectfully: "I am a great master of Shang Dao. Yan Xu is young and knows the virtue of respecting a teacher."

Emperor Chongtian nodded and waved his hand gently, and several Diao Si came to the door and took Lu Jing and the Thirteenth Prince away.

Emperor Chongtian said to Princess Xianyou again: "Taoist Taoist Master Taoshan is not here today. If you want to pick some peach blossoms, go ahead, but don't pick too many."

A smile immediately appeared on Princess Xianyou's face: "Thank you, Father."

She came here because the Taoist Taoist priest on Taoshan Mountain was withdrawn and reneged on his promise. She was originally allowed to send people up the mountain every month to pick some peach blossoms. However, in the past month or so, the servants she sent to pick peach blossoms have also

They were all driven back by Taoist priests.

As a last resort, Princess Xianyou just wanted to have a few words in front of her father.

Princess Xianyou also left in a hurry.

"Summon Lu Shenyuan."

Emperor Chongtian said casually: "I was quite surprised when I saw him in the Taiqian Palace today. His method of immortality has made further progress."

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Huaishi Palace is the residence of the Thirteenth Prince.

On the day when the construction of this palace was completed, the Holy King gave a thousand-year-old locust tree, which took root in the Huaishi Palace. The leaves on the locust tree never fall off all year round and are evergreen all year round, and this is why the palace got its name.

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Let’s not talk about luxury for now.

Lu Jing and the Thirteenth Prince were sitting in an empty palace.

The Thirteenth Prince was lying on the table, carefully holding the brush and copying the Shang Xue on the table.

In the distance, several Imperial College gentlemen were also waiting patiently, and there was another maid of honor, standing respectfully in the distance.

After the Thirteenth Prince finished writing a page of text, he carefully put down the brush, picked up the paper and handed it to Lu Jing: "Mr. Lu Jing, please teach me."

Although the royal children are young, they are already very polite and sensible, not too domineering, and they have always respected their teachers.

Lu Jing smiled lightly at the Thirteenth Prince and took the paper.

The words on the paper are a little green, but they are still very straight, and every word has edges and corners.

Lu Jing looked at the Thirteenth Prince and nodded lightly.

"The prince's calligraphy is already good, but many of the edges and corners of the pen and ink are too sharp. The characters are like people, they can show their edge, but they should not be too sharp."

He is not talking nonsense. As the saying goes, under the great road, everything is known. Lu Jing is proficient in cursive script, enough to start a sect. His cursive script comes from Zhang Xu, but because of the great change of Fuguang Sword Qi, it becomes more and more brilliant.

Day after day, it becomes more and more sharp and extraordinary.

With such power in cursive writing and dabbling in regular script, one can naturally see many shortcomings when looking at the Thirteenth Prince's handwriting.

While Lu Jing was talking, he took another page of paper and wrote down a line of text.

"Use your pen to your heart, and if your heart is right, your pen will be right."

There are only nine characters, the strokes are thin and strong, the edges and corners are sharp, there is no drooping or shrinking, and no direction is closed, which is the hidden front.

The Thirteenth Prince looked carefully, his fair little face showed some admiration, he picked up the pen again, and removed the strokes one by one.

Lu Jing Xunxun said in a good way: "Dakai Kai script must first understand its own mind and be in harmony with it naturally. At the same time, one must pay attention to the correct characters in the mind, and when the pen is written correctly, the shape of the characters will be correct."

The Thirteenth Prince also listened carefully.

A full hour passed. The Thirteenth Prince copied two pages of Shangxue. If he had any questions, he asked Lu Jing. Lu Jing already knew the Four Books and Five Classics of Dafu very well and answered them carefully.

If you explain it in a simple and profound way, although it cannot be said to be a great insight, it is the most important thing.

"Sir, that's the end of today's lesson."

The Thirteenth Prince stood up and saluted Lu Jing again, looking quite well-behaved.

Lu Jing nodded with satisfaction.

Emperor Chongtian didn't know why he assigned him such a task, but he couldn't refuse it. If he met a naughty prince, he could only grit his teeth and accept it.
To be continued...