"The appearance of 'characters' does it mean that my handwriting is better?"

When writing "Spring Dawn" in the afternoon, Ye Chen mobilized the power of the divine soul and attached the spiritual power to the pen, so that all kinds of miracles were produced and the third realm of meaning was reached.

"Try the current situation. ”

Ye Chen's spiritual power hit the 'character' character on the surface of the Divine Soul Crystal.

Rumble!

A vast and vast and reckless aura, as if it had existed since eternity, poured into his heart, and this breath contained the artistic conception of calligraphy, which turned out to be the runes formed by the fusion of more than 6,000 calligraphy books.

As long as his spiritual power is attached to this rune, everything about calligraphy fonts is clear in his heart, and the fonts he writes are naturally supernatural, so he doesn't have to be as troublesome as before.

"Awesome. ”

Ye Chen was overjoyed, took out a brush next to him, dipped it in thick ink, and wrote a big character on the rice paper, "sword".

Swish!

The word 'sword' is written, like a peerless sword integrated into the rice paper, exuding boundless majesty.

Ye Chen's heart moved, and he took a piece of paper and put it on the word 'sword', only to see that the rice paper on it turned into powder.

And the rice paper with the word 'sword' was also torn apart because it couldn't withstand the sword qi.

After the paper shredded, the sword qi disappeared and turned into an ordinary gesture.

"This is definitely above the realm of intention, I don't know if it has reached the realm of shock. ”

Ye Chen secretly guessed.

Jinghong is the fourth realm of calligraphy and painting, after writing, such as a glimpse, ordinary paper can not be retained at all.

Faculty of Letters, Faculty Building.

Liu Song was carefully figuring out "Spring Dawn", reading every word and every word, without understanding, he wrote it down in time, and in one afternoon, thousands of pieces of waste paper were accumulated next to him, stacked high.

Near evening, a thin little girl walked into the building, it was Zhou Haifeng's granddaughter Zhou Mengyao.

She didn't want to be alone with Ye Chen because of her psychological shyness, so she walked around outside and came back to plan to transfer to the hospital.

She was originally a student of the Heavenly Dao Academy, and she was in the Dan Academy before, but even in the Dan Academy, she had been studying alchemy with Zhou Haifeng.

This time, she wanted to study at the Academy of Letters, learn calligraphy, learn painting, and stretch her soul.

However, she is not familiar with the Academy of Letters, and she doesn't know how to worship that teacher.

"Liu Song, the dean of the Academy of Liberal Arts, and my grandfather are good friends, and I directly asked him to recommend a teacher to me. ”

So Zhou Mengyao came here.

"Grandpa Liu. ”

Zhou Mengyao stood at the door obediently and knocked lightly.

"Zhou girl, you, can you walk?"

After an afternoon of speculation, Liu Song was physically and mentally exhausted, and as soon as he put away "Spring Dawn", he was surprised to see Zhou Mengyao.

He and Zhou Haifeng have been old friends for decades, knowing that Zhou Mengyao's soul was damaged and lying in bed for many years, Zhou Haifeng searched for famous doctors, but he did not cure Zhou Mengyao's illness.

In the past six months, Zhou Mengyao's illness has become more and more serious, he thought that this lovely little girl would pass away, but he didn't expect that when he said goodbye, he would not only be in good spirits, but also able to walk.

"Grandpa Liu, my illness has been cured. ”

Zhou Mengyao said with a smile, and at the same time, Ye Chen's handsome and confident face appeared in his mind.

"How can you be optimistic?" Liu Song was surprised in his heart, the person who could only get Zhou Mengyao's disease was definitely a famous doctor, and even a good one.

Doctors are amazing, ordinary doctors are called doctors, and only doctors who can treat martial arts diseases or incurable diseases in cultivation can be called doctors.

In the entire Qi County, only Liu Putian is a doctor, but he is not a doctor.

"It's to get a Soul Condensing Pill. ”

Zhou Mengyao explained casually, and then immediately changed the topic, "Grandpa Liu, I want to study in the Academy of Literature, can you recommend a teacher to me?"

"Come to the Academy?" Liu Song said with a smile, "Why don't you want to be in the Dan Academy?"

"My grandfather can do alchemy, it doesn't matter if I am in the Dan Academy or not, I can still learn some literature and art in the Academy of Literature, which is just right to nourish the soul and prevent the soul from weakening. Zhou Mengyao said.

"Well, yes, if you want to take care of your soul, you still have to come to our Academy. Liu Song nodded and smiled mysteriously, "You are a coincidence, there is a teacher from my literary academy, who is very powerful, and I am ashamed of myself." ”

"No, it's better than your old man?" Zhou Mengyao's eyes widened, "Your old man is a calligrapher, and it's not far from Cunyi." ”

"I used to think so, thinking that in Qi County, Zhao Zhen was better than me, but when I saw his words, I knew that there was a sky outside the sky, and there were people outside the people. Liu Song sighed.

"Is it really so powerful?" Zhou Mengyao still didn't believe it.

"Hehe, if you read what he wrote, you will believe it. Liu Song re-launched "Spring Dawn" as if offering a treasure.

Rumble!

"Spring Dawn" unfolded, and a strong spring came to the face, in which the birds sang and the fragrance of flowers made people sleep, and there was wind and rain outside the window, I don't know how many flowers were blown down.

"This ......"

Zhou Mengyao was stunned, there was such a powerful calligraphy, the words were meaningful, hooking up the aura of heaven and earth, and creating a real scene.

She loves literature and art, and knows a lot about the realm of calligraphy, which is by no means an effect that can be achieved by the psychic realm.

A word comes to mind, meaningful.

"Yes, it's the realm of calligraphy. ”

Liu Song saw Zhou Mengyao's thoughts and sighed, "How about it, do you want to be his student." ”

"Yes, of course. ”

Zhou Mengyao nodded again and again like a chicken eating rice.

Such a great teacher, being able to become his student is definitely a merit accumulated over several lifetimes.

"Okay, I'll report to the Academic Affairs Office for you later, you go back first, I'll show this writing to the old man. Liu Song put away "Spring Dawn" again, and the spring breath in the room suddenly disappeared.

"Well, I'm sorry for Grandpa Liu. "Zhou Mengyao is well-behaved.

"Hey, the family is still talking to two families, and I'm out there. ”

After Liu Song waved his hand to let Zhou Mengyao leave, he picked up "Spring Dawn" and left Tiandao Academy.

Such a powerful calligraphy work, showing it to an old friend, will definitely surprise him.

At night, Tiandao City is very lively, and the warriors have been busy all day, and they have come out one after another, some to have fun, and some to invite three or five friends to drink and talk.

In a red maple forest in the west of the city, there is a large and elegant courtyard, and the dragon flying and phoenix dancing on the gate plaque reads "Zhao Mansion".

The two words 'Zhao Fu' are thick and powerful, and the aura around them is flying, surrounding a faint light, which is a big character in the psychic realm.

The use of two characters in the psychic realm as the name of the house shows the power of the owner of this compound.

Generally speaking, after the font of the second realm of calligraphy is written, with the passage of time, the spirituality of some characters gradually disappears, and some slowly absorb the aura and gradually improve to the third realm.

However, before it was raised to the realm of cunyi, the material that withstood the calligraphy could not stand the powerful font and broke first.

The word 'Zhao Fu' is obviously made of excellent materials, and it has existed for decades, and perhaps in a few decades, it will be upgraded to a word in the artistic conception world.

In the living room of the Zhao Mansion, the lights were brilliant, but there were only two people, Zhou Haifeng and Zhao Zhen, the owner of the Zhao Mansion.

The two of them drank happily and were very happy.

"Alas, you live comfortably, drinking and drinking tea every day, going out to watch flowers, which is enviable. Zhou Haifeng put down his wine glass and sighed.

"Brother, Yao'er's illness is cured, you should enjoy it in the future, why don't you stay with me for a few days and relax. Although Zhao Zhen is not young, he has black hair and does not look old at all.

Zhou Haifeng shook his head, "No, I was born to be idle, not to mention that although Yao'er's illness has recovered, I am still a little worried, for fear that she will commit it again in the future, I will come to you to ask you for a word, go back and let Yao'er watch it every day, so as to increase the power of the divine soul." ”

"Asking for words?"

Zhao Zhen's eyes were embarrassed, and he was speechless for a while.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Zhou Haifeng was puzzled, was there anything inconvenient?

"Don't hide it, brother, I can't write lately. Zhao Zhen showed a hint of apology on his face.

"Can't write?"

Zhou Haifeng was stunned for a moment, but when he remembered something, his eyes were shocked, "Are you going to break through?"

"Not bad. Zhao Zhen nodded reservedly, "A month ago, I felt that I had touched the edge of the third realm of calligraphy, so I can't use my pen now, once I start writing, I will destroy the feeling in my heart, and maybe I won't be able to advance in my life." ”

Calligraphy, painting, poetry and other literary and artistic levels of advancement, many people before the advancement, will seal the pen, empty the distractions in the heart, accumulate momentum, and when the momentum reaches the top dust, you can break through.

In the middle of the process, once the pen is started, the momentum will leak out, and the breakthrough process will come to an abrupt end.

Although Zhao Zhen has a good relationship with Zhou Haifeng, he will not give up a once-in-a-lifetime breakthrough opportunity for the sake of the other party.

"Haha, congratulations. Zhou Haifeng poured a glass of wine and laughed, "I'm not in a hurry about my affairs, after you advance to the realm of consciousness, you can just write me a word in the realm of intention." ”

"When the time comes, we will not shirk. ”

Zhao Zhen was moved when he saw that Zhou Haifeng understood him, and then he was staggered and smiled.

"Okay, you two old guys drink together, and you don't call the old man. ”

An old man's voice quickly reached the banquet hall from far and near.

"Haha, this Liu Song, his nose is the smartest, he drank ten times, and rushed over nine times. Zhao Zhen shook his head helplessly.

"Hmph, I'm not here to drink this time, I'm here to show you something. ”

Liu Song came to the hall, sat down unceremoniously, and poured himself a glass of water.

"What is it?" Zhao Zhen asked.

"Hehe, do you want to see it, if you want to see it, take out the sago that you have been cellaring for thirty years. Liu Song smiled and said triumphantly.

"He also said that he didn't come to drink, but he cheated directly. ”

Zhao Zhen pursed his lips and didn't believe it.

Liu Song smiled but did not speak, did not speak, and quietly tasted tea.

"Huh?"

This time, Zhao Zhen and Zhou Haifeng both saw that something was wrong.

The relationship between the three is very good, Zhao Zhen and Zhou Haifeng know Liu Song's temperament, and his current state is not like an ordinary joke.

"What the hell is it?"

Zhou Haifeng asked curiously, "Open it first and let me take a look." ”

"It can't be opened, but once it is opened, everyone in this hall knows about it. Liu Song shook his head and said.

"Remind me, otherwise don't try to beat me up for thirty years of sago wine. Zhao Zhen said.

"Haven't you been holding back for more than a month, and you still haven't had a clue about how to advance? I can tell you that this thing in my hand can help you break through. Liu Song smiled proudly, "How about it, can I get wine now?"

"What, can you help me break through?" Zhao Zhen's eyes lit up, "Could it be that the calligraphy works of famous artists are genuine?"

There are many famous works circulating in Tianwu Continent, but only the original works are useful to the warriors, and the imitation is no longer like, but it is only a direct description of the realm, and there is no artistic conception of the original work.

"Hehe, let me tell you one more thing, if I don't have what I have in my hands for you, I can give you a year of miscellaneous labor. Liu Song said confidently.

"Ahh

Zhao Zhen and Zhou Haifeng glanced at each other, Liu Song dared to say this, there must be something real.

(End of chapter)