Brush Driving Out Filth, Wishes Piercing Deep Earth

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Yan picked up his brush and wrote four lines of poetry on the paper.

Life is composed of one breath, and blood flows day and night.

Even the smallest detail can obstruct communication, while the entire body may seem like an enemy.

It seems to describe the human body, but it also carries a subtle warning, especially the word "bloodline," which, when formed, echoes the Heroic Soul within Qiu Yan's body.

The next moment, Qi and Blood rose from the twenty characters and radiated outwards!

At the same time.

"Someone has come to the Zhang Residence to cause trouble?"

In the Zhang Family courtyard and various side rooms, there were servants and guards of different ranks. Their masters wanted to take the opportunity to befriend the young calligrapher because his calligraphy had improved, so they all came to visit. Unexpectedly, his condition relapsed, and he fell into a coma repeatedly. He was also unable to move around easily, so he had to stay at the Zhang Residence temporarily.

Upon hearing the news, the families of all the gentlemen rushed over to stay by their side, displaying Barbarians —some secretly pleased, some worried, but all feeling pressured.

At this moment, upon hearing the message from the Zhang Residence family servants that someone had come to cause trouble at the Zhang Residence, most of them had gloomy expressions. Although this matter did not directly conflict with them, they were in a bad mood and under pressure because of the trouble at home, and this matter gave them an outlet for their frustration.

"Go and check the situation. If it's true, assist the Zhang Residence family in kicking that person out."

"Xiucai dares to cause trouble?"

"At a time like this, those who cause trouble should not be let off lightly!"

In no time, the sons and daughters of the various masters sent their servants and guards over, and some even went there themselves.

Meanwhile, Qiu Yan's pen never stopped, and line after line of poetry appeared on the paper.

A hundred thoughts swirl within a small space, like arrows aimed at a target.

I've been running around for years; my groans are deafening this autumn.

Suddenly! Worries, distracting thoughts, the anxieties of illness, and physical discomfort rushed out!

Before the gathered crowd could even cross the threshold of the main hall, the entire Zhang Residence suddenly trembled!

Boom!

All five senses are activated!

This tremor wasn't from the ground beneath their feet, but rather from the senses of everyone in the mansion being shaken!

"What happened?"

Everyone was startled and hurriedly searched for the source.

At this moment, a warm feeling spread out and quickly reached every corner of the Zhang Residence.

Steaming hot and cozy.

At this moment, everyone in the Zhang Residence was in turmoil. They were filled with all sorts of thoughts or felt restless and uneasy.

Now, as the warmth spread, everyone in the mansion changed their expressions. Their Seven Souls seemed to move faintly, their flesh trembled slightly, and a tremor arose from their blood vessels, dispelling all thoughts from their minds.

Then, fragments of memories surfaced in everyone's minds, flashing back to things from the past: the care from elders in their childhood, the help from their Lineage when they started out, bit by bit. Gradually, they became clearer, and the conscience that had been blinded by greed slowly broke free.

At the entrance of the Zhang Residence, Zhang Yu, who had been unconscious, opened his eyes.

This fainting spell allowed him to experience a life of poverty in his dream.

In his dream, he took advantage of Master Zhang's death to force Zhang Zhen to leave and became the head of the Zhang Family. However, the family soon fell into decline, and he was abandoned by everyone. Only his wife and son stayed by his side. He then toiled for half his life just to make a living. In his later years, his wife left him, but fortunately, his children and grandchildren were filial to him. In the end, he passed away with a smile.

It took Zhang Yu a while to come back to his senses from the dream. Just then, a warm feeling spread over him, warming his limbs and seeping into his heart. It reminded Zhang Yu of some things that happened with his father and brothers when he was a child, and he found himself shedding tears without realizing it.

Surrounded by warmth, Zhang Zhen was lost in thought, recalling his kind mother and strict father, and felt a pang of emotion.

Even the servants and guards were lost in memories, their eyes glazed over.

The warmth spread, and its source was the main hall of the Zhang Residence.

In front of the main hall, an elderly man being helped by others had a complicated expression on his face. His eyes flickered with reminiscence, as if he had thought of something, and the dignified aura around him weakened slightly.

Inside the main hall, Qiu Yan wielded his brush, ink flowing freely, the heat emanating from the paper, filling the entire hall and radiating outwards.

Beside him, Qi Jiulian stared wide-eyed, his face growing paler with each word appearing on the paper.

"Impossible! Impossible! How could characters generate Qi and Blood? Characters are merely condensed ink, without sinews, bones, flesh, or even the Seven Souls. At most, they condense the writer's artistic conception, transforming into a divine charm that is projected into the hearts of others!"

The young calligraphy master muttered to himself, as if he had suffered a great blow.

Qiu Yan heard his words and shook his head. His aura surged, emanating waves of intent that affected Qi Jiulian.

Qiu Yan remained still and silent, but several words emanated from his mind—

"Characters are born from ink, ink is born from water, and water is the lifeblood of characters."

"Hold the brush in your hand, move the brush with strength, and let the strokes be square and round, flowing and lively, without losing the shape of the characters; this can be called the bone of the characters."

"The brushstrokes should be bold and unrestrained, with breaks concealed and connections defined; this is what constitutes the strength of a character."

"When the brush moves, press down fully where the strokes are sparse and flat, and lift up freely where the strokes are dense and perilous. Pressing down makes the strokes plump, and lifting them makes them slender; this is the flesh of the character."

"With sinews, bones, flesh, and blood all present, the author has constructed the spirit and essence with his own thoughts, which can be called soul and spirit. Why can't it generate Qi and Blood?"

Sensing the words in his mind, Qi Jiulian's expression changed drastically, and all color drained from his face. "Impossible! No one in the works of the past or any great master of our time has ever mentioned or said such a thing. There is no record of it; it is utter nonsense!"

As he spoke, his eyes flickered with uncertainty, and his voice grew softer, clearly moved by the words and realizing the truth they contained.

However, Qi Jiulian quickly realized something. "No, the characters you wrote already have a certain charm, completely different from the ones I saw before. What's going on! Could it be..." When he said this, there was no trace of arrogance in his tone.

However, Qiu Yan ignored this and continued calculating silently.

"At this point, the person behind it all should make their move..."

On the other hand, Qi Jiulian's behavior and words left the people outside the door astonished, surprised, and thoughtful.

A wave of warmth swept through the area, and as it spread, it filled this sizable compound with a strange and tender atmosphere.

The ground, which had been covered in a cold, filthy atmosphere, was now on the verge of dissipating under the warmth of this touch!

"Hmm!"

Deep underground, both the ethereal and the murky thoughts let out muffled groans and panicked.

"What's going on? Who's casting a spell? They're trying to dispel the Profit-Desire Defilement Qi!"

Surprised, the two streams of consciousness quickly rose upwards, seeping out of the ground and enveloping the entire Zhang Residence, before discovering the changes in the main hall!

"Who is this person? The characters he writes are even more astonishing than those of the previous youth; they can actually unleash masculine Qi and Blood!"

"Male Qi and Blood are the nemesis of ghosts and evil spirits! No wonder they were able to shake the greed and filth of the Zhang Residence!"

"We can't let this continue. Let's fight back together and turn the tide in one fell swoop, securing victory!"

After the two thoughts conversed, they each emitted waves of energy. The light breeze and chaotic thoughts merged into one, flowing through the soil and finally breaking through the earth, transforming into a visible gray stream of filth and stench.

As soon as the airflow emerged, it clashed with the warmth. The two were completely different, as if water and fire could not coexist. Soon, the foul air rose from below, gradually pushing the warmth away and gaining the upper hand.

Instantly, a chilling wind swept through the Zhang Residence, casting a shadow over even the sunlight. People's Wishes from all over the city gathered there, their anger corrupted by the filth. They merged with the foul air, growing stronger and replenishing themselves!

Boom!

The foul air surged!

Affected by this, everyone in the mansion lost their conscience and their selfish desires rose. Even Zhang Zhen was no exception. They all turned red in the face, their eyes bloodshot, their hearts filled only with greed and nothing else.

Distractions and impure thoughts, and thus the foul air became even more ferocious, surging back towards the main hall!

In the bright main hall, the light dimmed, and the faces of the people outside the door were distorted, each one like a demon, glaring angrily at Qiu Yan, their eyes filled with malice and murderous intent, almost tangible!

Inside the main hall, Qi Jiulian exclaimed in astonishment, "This is bad! You've angered the one who cast the spell! How is it possible that this person can mobilize the People's Wishes the entire city? Where have Divine Path and deities in the city gone?"

Although he was accomplished in Calligraphy Dao, he was still young, his temperament was unstable, and he had never practiced martial arts. Seeing the unexpected changes, he was bound to panic. If it weren't for the Spiritual Light he had gained from practicing calligraphy, he would have been corrupted by the foul air.

"Calm down!" Qiu Yan suddenly spoke up. "You are also someone who practices calligraphy and Qi Nurturing. Why are you afraid of Yin Qi or foul energy? When your energy is still, your spirit will naturally be clear. When your spirit is clear, your heart will naturally be at peace. Reading and writing are not for you to show off, but to teach you the principles of life. Why do you panic when it comes to applying them?"

There was a hint of an elder scolding a younger person in those words, which slightly calmed the flustered Qi Jiulian. But when he turned around and looked, his heart jumped again.

Qiu Yan remained oblivious to the strange changes outside, continuing to write with his head down.

"What kind of time is this to still be writing? This foul air can't be dispelled by the rhythm Qi and Blood of the characters alone!"

Unlike the flustered and anxious Qi Jiulian, Qiu Yan remained calm and composed, and with a flick of his wrist, several more lines of poetry appeared on the paper.

Why do you lack self-respect and so readily raise your weapons?

A laugh extinguishes all delusions; a frosty sky, an eagle surveys the sky.

As soon as those words were spoken, a chilling atmosphere filled the hall, with a hint of sharpness and coldness in the air!

Gather!

Outside the hall, streams of People's Wishes flew over, originating from kitchens, taverns, restaurants, teahouses, and other establishments throughout the city. Even the kitchen of the Zhang Residence was filled with these People's Wishes.

As soon as the People's Wishes gathered, they poured into the paper in front of Qiu Yan, causing the sunlight and Blood Qi on the paper to surge and emanate a torrent of thoughts.

Whoosh!

The thought soared into the sky, scattered throughout the mansion, and landed on the people in the mansion whose faces were contorted. They trembled one after another, as if they had just woken up from a dream. Their selfish desires and delusions were shattered and they regained their clarity!

Boom!

Qiu Yan's clothes fluttered without wind, and his aura reached its peak. His entire body was wreathed in People's Wishes, and his bones creaked as if he were under immense pressure! Qi Jiulian, who was watching from the side, was horrified.

Amidst this imposing atmosphere, Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes, his pen falling to the ground as he wrote the final sentence—

I called to my son to put away his medicine bag, for my illness is now cured.

The moment these words were uttered, a torrent of People's Wishes surged from the table, through the ground, and deep into the earth!

Meanwhile, cries of alarm echoed throughout the mansion as the unconscious gentlemen opened their eyes one after another!

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