Ning Qingtian took off all his body in a few seconds, then he quickly lay on the bed, patted the open space beside him, looking at the slow-moving wife, a little confused,

"What's wrong?"

The woman hesitated for a while, and finally gritted her teeth and took off her coat. She lay beside Ning Qingtian in her thin underwear.

Seeing the wife lying down, Ning Qingtian wanted to reach out and hug her in her arms.

"No, I want to talk to you."

The woman's voice came from the side, and Ning Qingtian quickly withdrew his hand and then looked at her with concentration.

Wu Qianlan's heart was also pounding at this time. She had never been so close to a man since she was a child.

If the father hadn't really had no other descendants, I would have probably not had the chance to inherit the throne.

Now that I have no choice but to have to sleep with this strange man, it is a novel feeling.

Fortunately, the man in front of him seemed a little afraid of him and did not dare to take any action easily.

Otherwise, she really doesn't know what to do.

However, in this copycat, I may only be able to trust him at the moment.

At least before you confirm your guess.

But now I have no ability to protect myself at the moment, and this man seems to know how to do martial arts. If something happens, I can only sit back and wait for death.

This cannot happen anyway.

Perhaps, I should find a way to let this man practice.

"Honey, have you ever thought about practicing?"

Ning Qingtian was originally watching his wife. Although the couple had been with nature for three years, he still thought Yan Bailu was very beautiful.

Especially when she was lying quietly beside her, her eyes slightly squinting at her, it was such an indescribable beauty.

So when he suddenly heard this sentence, he was stunned. However, when he remembered his previous attempt, he had to smile bitterly.

"I don't have the talent for martial arts. As for literary arts, I may do it. But we don't have any relevant methods of practicing."

In the Great Song Dynasty, the poor could only rely on their own bodies and constantly polish them. Only those with talent could successfully enter the martial arts practice.

Rich people or those with skills, even if they do not have talent, they can successfully enter the literary practice through study. Although they have talent restrictions, they can eventually enter the privileged class.

It is precisely because of this that although there are many martial arts masters in the Song Dynasty, the privileged class who holds power still belongs to the literary leaders.

Especially twenty years ago, Han Xuanqi, who served as prime minister of three dynasties, mentioned the Donghuamen name-singer in public, and was the hero.

The already weak martial arts throughout the Song Dynasty fell sharply.

Everyone in the world began their study journey, striving to devote themselves to literary affairs and obtain fame, hoping to be able to sing the name of Donghuamen and finally enter the literary world smoothly.

Only those who are poor at home or who really have no choice can practice martial arts and enter the army that is almost decayed in the Song Dynasty to hone themselves.

Although Yan Bailu is a master of the third grade of martial arts, she knows nothing about the obscure literary arts.

And in this remote small county town, there is no one who practices the Tao.

Therefore, even if Ning Qingtian knew how to read, he could not practice literary Taoism.

In the past three years, Yan Bailu has tried her best to bring back some books every time she goes down the mountain to rob.

However, no matter how Ning Qingtian read it, he did not find any records about the practice of literary Taoism.

However, when she heard the old story of the wife again, Ning Qingtian suddenly had a bright eye. Has the wife found a way to practice?

Thinking of this, he immediately sat up and looked at his wife with a scorching gaze.

The woman who was still hesitating whether to tell this man about the method of literary cultivation that she knew was instantly determined after being looked at by his eager eyes.

The woman also sat up, looked at the man in front of her and nodded, and said in a deep voice,

"When I broke through the realm, I wandered around the world and saw the method of practicing literature and Taoism."

"Really? Tell me!"

When Ning Qingtian heard this, he immediately grabbed the wife's arm excitedly.

He had been waiting for this day for too long. In this bandit nest, an ordinary person had no strength to survive, but it was very hard.

In the past three years, if I hadn't been following my wife all the time and being protected by her, I would have died long ago.

The woman glanced at Ning Qingtian, and Ning Qingtian reacted and immediately let go of the arm that was holding her.

The woman put on her coat and walked out of bed, came to the front of the table and sat down.

Seeing this, Ning Qingtian hurriedly followed, sat aside, and looked at his wife with a keen look.

"In fact, if you want to enter the spiritual practice, it is difficult to say it, and it is easy to say it. You only need to write out the true words you think are worth writing and be recognized by heaven and earth."

Wu Qianlan looked at the man in front of him. His current husband, and he didn't know what his talent was like?

"That's so simple?"

Ning Qingtian was even more excited when he heard this. He was just writing.

As expected, everything in this world is not difficult for those who know, and those who are not difficult.

"It's that simple, but not everyone can be recognized by heaven and earth."

Seeing that this husband seemed a little relaxed, Wu Qianlan couldn't help but pour cold water on it.

Ning Qingtian waved his hand and signaled that he knew.

Then he immediately took out the paper and pen that had been prepared long ago from the side, grind the ink, and spread the rice paper. Ning Qingtian took the pen and stood in front of the table with a serious face.

As a time traveler of liberal arts students who study various poetry and prose, he has also practiced calligraphy and calligraphy, and he has copied countless calligraphy and calligraphy from famous masters.

But at this moment, it was time to decide his destiny again, but he didn't know what to write.

According to the information he has learned over the past three years, although this world was also cultured and had similar styles between the two, it was completely different from the world in which he lived in his previous life.

Do you write poetry, songs, essays, or the Four Books and Five Classics? Or the Book of Changes, Li Sao?

After pondering for a long time, Ning Qingtian was still hesitant until the ink on the tip of the pen was about to fall down. Ning Qingtian's mind flashed with ink, and suddenly remembered the book "Thousand Character Text" that his father bought for him when he was practicing writing for the first time.

Without any hesitation, he wrote his writing directly when the first drop of thick ink was about to fall.

"The heaven and earth are mysterious and yellow, and the universe is vast.

The sun and the moon are full, and the city is surrounded by a row of dragons."

When the sixteen big words of flying dragons and phoenixes fell, the Big Dipper suddenly shone brightly above the starry sky at night.

Among the seven stars of the Big Dipper, it is located at the connection between the handle and the Doushao. On the first star of the Doushao, the Wenqu Star lands directly, and a bright light falls directly.
Chapter completed!