"Miss Xuan'er, this is my Zhang family's unparalleled knowledge, a magnificent scroll. This is the pen and ink of my Zhang family's patriarch, Zhang Hong, a sage. It is very precious. You have great talents and amazing knowledge at a young age. We have decided on this scroll. It is given to you."
With a smile on his face, the great elder of the Zhang family sent a scroll to Lu Xuan'er.
At this moment, Lu Xuan'er was overwhelmed by flattery, and when she heard that it was actually the calligraphy of a literary sage, she immediately felt like sitting on pins and needles.
"Senior, this junior is just a mortal. This is a sacred object, and this junior is ashamed to accept it." Lu Xuan'er declined.
Zhang Heng said with a smile: "Miss Xuan'er, you can accept this calligraphy. When the ancestor left, the ancestor personally reminded that if someone with a destiny comes to the Zhang family in the future, then he must give this calligraphy to pass on these unique skills. If you don't accept it, we won't be able to explain to our ancestors."
"Yes, Miss Xuan'er, just accept it."
"You have been practicing in the sage's study these days, and you have been recognized by the sage's magic weapon, the spirit of the sage. You are definitely expected to get this long scroll."
The children of the Zhang family who followed Zhang Heng also spoke one after another.
Lu Xuan'er looked at the people in front of her, and immediately didn't know what to say.
She is a smart person, so she can naturally see that this scroll has a fatal temptation for many Zhang family children.
Wensheng calligraphy is almost like a sacred object for Confucian and Taoist monks. If a monk goes out and shows the sage calligraphy, then no Confucian disciple will dare to disrespect him.
This is not only a treasure of cultivation, but also a symbol of status!
Lu Xuan'er knew even more that Zhang Hong, the patriarch of the Zhang family, was already sitting in Liangjie Mountain with the other two saints.
Without the protection of the saint, the Zhang family's status has long since plummeted, so every saint's treasure is extremely precious.
Lu Xuan'er couldn't be more clear about the reason why she wanted to give it to her.
Everything is because of Lu Yu.
The Zhang family has lost the backing of Zhang Hong, and they have to climb up a new one to make the family stable.
For this, they can even sell the family's holy relics to curry favor with Lu Yu.
"Thank you for your love, seniors. This junior will definitely protect this sacred scroll." Lu Xuan'er carefully put away Wen Sheng's calligraphy.
She knew that if she didn't accept it today, she would not give the Zhang family face.
Now that Lu Xuan'er is living under someone else's roof, it's not easy to do something that goes against the will of the Zhang family. This time Zhang Si
Seeing Lu Xuan'er accepting it, a smile suddenly appeared on the old face of the eldest elder of the Zhang family.
"Very good, I heard Miss Xuan'er doesn't have a teacher yet, why not ask Xuan Ce to be her teacher? He happens to be at home now, and if there is something you don't understand, he will teach you more." The elder of the Zhang family stroked He smiled with a beard.
"Zhang Xuance, Minister of the Ministry of Rites!" Lu Xuan'er was startled.
That one is an orthodox disciple of Wensheng, six ministers, and a master of Confucianism. 强牺  读牺
I don't know how many people crowded their heads and wanted to join Henry Zhang's sect.
Zhang Xuance walked out from the crowd with a smile on his face: "Lu Xuan'er, you may wish to worship me as your teacher."
A burst of awe-inspiring aura strikes head-on, like a mountain approaching, and it is daunting to look at.
"Xuan'er pays respects to Master!"
Lu Xuan'er knelt on the ground resolutely and saluted Zhang Xuance.
Zhang Xuance laughed and said, "From today onwards, you are my closed disciple. I will pass on all I have learned to you. After you go out, you can also act as a saint's disciple. Although the heaven is big, you can go anywhere .¡±
Happiness came so suddenly that Lu Xuan'er's head was buzzing, and she froze in place for a moment, at a loss. make big make owl