Vol 4 Chapter 294: : Word as a sword
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This question is too good to answer, not just Rick, I am afraid that everyone in the Snow Dance Corps now knows the movement of the sword emperor.
The Sword Emperor didn't do much, so he couldn't rest.
"He didn't do anything."
Rick thought about it and said, "At present, Her Majesty the Sword Emperor is very leisurely every day, drinking tea and wine, and he is practicing calligraphy most of the time."
"Practice writing?"
Li Tianlan frowned.
Rick nodded, as if he suddenly thought of something, and then said, "Ah, yes, Your Majesty asked the Snow Dance Corps to help him prepare two sets of Chinese clothes yesterday, very strange request."
Li Tianlan didn't speak.
The East Island kimono is similar to the Han clothing, with wide robes and wide sleeves, but the latter is more tedious and more elaborate than the kimono.
On the eve of Li Huacheng's visit to Ulan, Wang Tianzong wanted this costume, in a sense, it was tantamount to expressing his stance on Zhongzhou. This statement was vague, but Li Huacheng would definitely like to see it.
Li Tianlan thought casually in his mind, but didn't take it seriously, but just asked, "What did he write?"
"do not know."
Rick shook his head, somewhat helpless.
Nowadays, the whole world knows that Wang Tianzong was imprisoned by Li Tianlan at the presidential palace of Ulan State, but Ulan State alone did not dare to think so. At home and abroad, who is up and down the Snow Dance Corps, who is kind and respectful to Wang Tianzong What did Wang Tian write for? He didn't want to preach. Is anyone really dare to see it?
Li Tianlan leaned on the sofa and lit a cigarette, muttered a word of practice, Hanfu, and suddenly asked: "Are you sure he only got a few costumes?"
"determine."
Rick said without hesitation.
The purchase of costumes by Wang Tianzong through the Snow Dance Corps was first delivered to his desk. In the past two decades, Ulan State and Zhongzhou have always been in conflict. The so-called Zhongzhou costumes naturally have no market. I bought it from Aimea, and carefully checked it several times before handing it to Wang Tianzong. All of this was taken over by him personally, and he saw it delivered to Wang Tianzong. There could be nothing else in the middle.
Li Tianlan took a breath and lost his thoughts.
He completely let go of the costume, and he was thinking about why Wang Tianzong had to practice calligraphy.
His thinking kept drifting away, thinking of the Li family, the Lin family, the Beihai Wang family, and even more than 20 years ago.
At the beginning of the border between China and China, Li Honghe even let him practice calligraphy every day before he left.
A shabby writing brush fell on the yellowed white rice paper, and each stroke was a sword light.
But this is not Lee's path.
Li's sword is a twenty-four epee. It only requires the sword to be fierce and to break the sky.
This is also not the way of the North Sea Kings. The martial arts of the North Sea Kings broke out in an instant and the world was invincible.
But now Wang Tianzong is practicing calligraphy.
Every move of the Nakasu sword emperor will not be meaningless.
The Lin clan started to become clear in his mind, and he thought of the shot that Lin leisurely took in front of him.
Lin's martial arts and Li's martial arts are inherited in the same vein, but they are different, the same God of War, the same sword twenty-four, Li's epee, Lin's emphasis.
It wasn't until Li Tianlan traveled thousands of miles in three years that he understood the meaning of Li Honghe's own practice of words. His sword intention became flawless during the three years of travel, and the starting point of all was the shabby brush.
Word practice is sword practice.
Wang Tianzhang is saving his sword.
Li Honghe understands the emphasis of Lin martial arts, and Wang Tianzong can naturally understand.
Continue the sword, all inclusive.
Wang Tianzong has really reached the final step of the breakthrough.
Li Tianlan suddenly felt a little cold.
He looked out the window and remained silent for a long time.
"His Highness ... Will ..."
Rick gave a dry cough.
"No need to."
Li Tianlan shook his head: "The matter of the Emperor Sword, don't need to pay attention to it from now on."
"So what?"
Rick stood up subconsciously.
"Following is useless. Wait."
Li Tianlan stood up to the study, calmly said, "Wait for him to leave."
Rick's brain was blank for a moment, and he instinctively asked, "Where is the temple going?"
Li Tianlan did not turn back, but calmly said, "I also practice calligraphy."
He pushed open the door of the study and walked in.
Dongcheng, who was so beautiful, was awake, blinking a pair of clear eyes and saying, "Want to practice calligraphy?"
Li Tianlan looked at him with a smile, and said softly, "Prepare paper and pen."
He should have thought of this method long ago.
When he was at the Sky Academy that year, when he wrote the three words of the East Emperor's Palace, he knew this method vaguely.
It was only now reminded by Wang Tianzong that he remembered it.
With a pen as a sword, Ning Jianyi.
It is a Tibetan sword, it is also a sword.
This is perhaps the only way he can take the already flawless swordsmanship one step further.
Dongcheng soon prepared a pen and paper and stood by Li Tianlan to grind ink.
she was
His body carried a very light fragrance, and his look was extremely focused.
The sound of wind and rain sounded into my ears.
Li Tianlan stood at the table with a pen, like a sword, a sword intended to form a line from his wrist and nib.
Li Tianlan looked at the paper in front of him quietly, his eyes only calmed, like the deep starry sky.
at the same time.
In the only intact room in the Presidential Palace, Wang Tianzong is also practicing calligraphy.
A dark hanfu was worn on him, his coat fluttered and his sleeves fluttered, but his pen-holding hand was extremely stable and never trembled.
Complete room, white paper, heavy ink, dark costume, tall figure.
Everything seems to be one body invisibly. Everything in the world is shaking gently with the pen in Wang Tian's vertical hand.
Everything eventually became a sword.
Extremely solemn and solemn.
Few hundred words jumped on the paper, one stroke at a time.
Wang Tianzong's handwriting is not beautiful, and it can not even be said to be neatly neat, but horizontally and vertically, he has an awesome and even surrendering power.
This power is not sharp, but heavy enough to overwhelm everything in an instant.
His eyes were focused and serious.
Write down.
The last word.
at the same time.
Li Tianlan's pen stroked across the paper.
The first word.
An extremely violent sword spirit flew up with Li Tianlan's pen writing in an instant, and expanded to the entire study, layer by layer, mysterious and unpredictable.
The study entered the winter in an instant.
The Dongcheng standing beside Li Tianlan moved a little uneasily. Everything in her sight remained unchanged, but in the vagueness, it seemed that the entire space began to condense.
With the stroke of the nib, the sword air became more severe.
Lin leisurely opened his eyes in meditation.
He glanced blankly for a week, and finally saw Li Tianlan behind the desk.
This scene was too familiar to him.
His pupils narrowed abruptly.
Li Wangsheng also woke up.
Everyone's eyes fell on the rice paper in front of Li Tianlan.
That was his first word.
simple.
Only one horizontal is for one.
What no one knows is that in the presidential palace, Wang Tianzong's last word was equally simple.
There is only one horizontal and one.
End with a word.
Start with the word.
Word is like a sword.
