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Chapter 33
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Yang Chen's home.

"We are close friends, what are you talking about?"

Du Gongzi's eyes lit up.

He stared intently at the original masterpiece of the charcoal seller who was spread on the table and was still shining with precious light.

"Can you give me the original manuscript of this charcoal seller?"

"Anyway, you are full of talent, and you can write such earth-shattering, ghost-moving poems at any time."

As he said, he stretched out his hand and went to take it.

The paper was in his hand, but he didn't move it all at once.

Paper weighs a thousand catties, and poetry weighs the country.

"It's so heavy!" Mr. Du exclaimed.

"Unexpectedly, this baby was also baptized by vitality."

"From now on, as long as you carry this treasure with you, you will be able to make yourself more closely connected with the vitality of heaven and earth. For warriors, it is easier to realize the supreme realm of the unity of heaven and man, and for immortals, it is possible to understand The good fortune of heaven and earth, in terms of Shinto, can strengthen the soul."

"Such a baby is not easy!"

"As long as you don't open your mouth, no one can take it away!"

Hearing Du Gongzi's exclamation, Yang Chen felt a little embarrassed.

No matter how you say it, Mr. Du is a master, master, master.

It should be a person who is well-informed and powerful.

It's just a piece of paper, is it that heavy?

Still can't hold it?

By deceiving me like this, are you bullying me for not studying enough?

With a scrutinizing and puzzled expression, Yang Chen glanced at Mr. Du, stretched out his hand, and took it lightly.

The paper on which the charcoal seller is written is light and light, as light as nothing.

Not heavy at all, okay?
It's only the weight of a piece of paper!
What's all the fuss about.

Clamp two fingers!
It flickered in front of Mr. Du's eyes.

The meaning is obvious!

Why are you making such a fuss about something that is so light and fluffy? It’s also called heavy?
Then he stared at Mr. Du with strange eyes.

Mr. Du held his forehead with one hand and gave a wry smile.

"Brother Yang, don't look at me like this, I didn't lie to you!"

"This manuscript has gone through the baptism of the vitality of the world and the gathering of the divine light of your calligraphy. It is no longer an ordinary paper. This kind of paper weighs a thousand catties at least, and it is as light as nothing. If someone grabs it suddenly, if you don't pay attention , I really can’t hold it!”

"But you are the author of this poem, so the weight on this paper will naturally not affect you!"

"If you don't believe me, find anyone to write a poem and see who can hold it. Moreover, this poem is about a charcoal seller, and it contains sympathy for the poor. If someone with evil intentions touches it, Your poem will also emit aura to attack evil people and evil things."

With that said, Mr. Du stepped forward.

With both hands, the true energy circulates, the clothes are windless and automatic, and the black hair is like needles, pointing directly at the sky.

"rise!"

It's like holding a heavy weight.

It is very difficult.

Only then did he pick up the original manuscript that said the charcoal seller.

Release your hand!
The paper did not fall down with a bang, but fell lightly on the table, as light as nothing.

"Looking at the way you are struggling, it does seem to be very heavy, but if it is very heavy, why did it float down again?" Yang Chen was really puzzled.

Judging by Mr. Du's appearance, it's not a fake.

But I take it as if I have nothing.

Moreover, after the paper left Mr. Du's hands, it was as light as nothing.

If it really weighed thousands of catties, this broken table of mine would have been crushed long ago.

Mr. Du explained: "The original manuscript of your poems, where the light shines on the sun and the rainbow, undergoes special changes after being baptized by the vitality of the world."

"You take it, or put it here, there is nothing special."

"But if someone else takes it, it weighs a thousand catties, and it can't be easily lifted. If an evil thing comes to pick it up, the paper will not only bloom with spiritual light, but it will also be as heavy as Mount Tai, and it will be difficult to shake it."

"Only if you agree to give it as a gift, it will not be so heavy for the recipient to hold."

Yang Chen, yes, yes again.

The world of this big week is really different.

Just such a poem, such a piece of paper, has so many tones.

However, there is one thing that needs to be clarified.

"Oh, so it is."

Yang Chen was thoughtful: "Since you like it, I'll give it to you!"

Mr. Du was overjoyed.

"Thank you, thank you!"

"Then I'm welcome!"

Joyfully put away the manuscripts of the charcoal seller spread on the table, folded them carefully, and put them in his arms.

"I want to keep such a treasure at home as a family heirloom, so that my descendants will know that I once made friends with a great talent!"

Yang Chen shook his head.

"Don't say that, I'm a great talent, but I'm just a poor boy who has read a few books."

"Brother Du, I have a question for you!"

Mr. Du smiled and said: "Just ask, I know everything, and I will tell you as long as I know it!"

"That's great."

Yang Chen had a happy expression on his face, and asked with a look of hope: "Brother Du, every time I write such a poem, will I experience a vitality empowerment every time I write it?"

Vitality empowerment is good!

The effect is great!
Not only can strengthen the body, but also make people hear and see.

Mr. Du shook his head: "No, only the poems that give birth to spiritual light, the original manuscripts that appear for the first time, have the chance to arouse the vitality of heaven and earth."

"When I wrote it for the second time, it didn't have such an effect."

"Poetry is full of inspiration, and articles are psychic. How easy is it to write such poetry and articles?"

"Because there are few, rare gold is precious, and a thousand gold is not easy."

Hearing this, Yang Chen's expression darkened at first, then suddenly he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly.

Yes!

Such classic poems and articles, for others, it is indeed impossible to write one in a lifetime.

Just like Zhang Ji who wrote Fengqiao Night Mooring.

In my whole life, I have only written this poem handed down from generation to generation, from the bell to the passenger ship in the middle of the night.

However, Yang Chen is different.

Yang Chen inherited the endless things related to poetry and poetry in the good fortune jade plate.

Take out a song casually, it is a classic, it is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, it is a masterpiece through the ages.

With so many famous articles?

Wouldn't he be able to receive the empowerment of the vitality of heaven and earth every day?

When he just initiated the empowerment, Yang Chen obviously felt that his connection with the heaven and the earth was getting closer, and his Tai Chi internal energy had also grown a lot.

This is much better than taking some big tonics.

There is no impurity at all.

Pure natural, pollution-free super nourishing vitality.

And it still costs nothing.

"Brother Yang, why are you laughing?"

Looking at Yang Chen who was laughing wildly, Mr. Du's eyes were full of doubts.

He would never have thought that for others, it would be difficult to write a handed down poem in a lifetime, but to Yang Chen, such a handed down poem is simply Chinese cabbage.

It is completely possible to retail and wholesale, how much you want, how much you have.

"nothing?"

"nothing?"

Yang Chen shook his hand.

"I just suddenly remembered a very funny thing!"

Randomly change the subject.

Yang Chen naturally wouldn't tell Mr. Du that he had countless poems handed down from generation to generation in his mind.

"Is this Yang Chen's house?"

At this time, a gentle and refined voice came from the yard.

"I'm from Yuanqi Academy, and I'm here to give Yang Chen a name Jin Ce. Master Chen of our academy hopes that Yang Chen can study in Yunqi Academy."

Seeing Yang Chen walk out of the room, the man said softly.

"Why don't you enter our Sanwei Academy?" Mr. Lu also walked in.

A wave of hands.

"You go back and tell Master Chen that Yang Chen and I are going to book Sanwei Academy, and no one will let it go!"

(End of this chapter)