Ninety percent!

As the font of the fish mystery was decomposed, the progress of the non-existent in Situ Xing's mind had been pushed to more than ninety percent. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking at the paused progress, a trace of anxiety flashed in Situ Xing's eyes. But soon regained his composure.

The font of the Qiandi plate!

Although the edict to canonize Situ was not drafted by Emperor Qian, it also had the emperor's name on it. Moreover, the examination questions hanging above the Gongyuan are written by Emperor Qianpan himself.

Although there are only a few words, you can also get a hint of charm from the leopard in the tube.

The words of the Qiandi Pan are domineering and majestic, like a divine dragon above the nine heavens, and like the master of heaven and earth. There is a lot in the chest, this is the most majestic and domineering font that Situ Xing has ever seen.

Even if he is a fish mystery, he is a step worse than him.

Burn!

Font breakdown.

Situ Xing was like a sponge, greedily absorbing the charm in the font.

The invisible, but real, progress bar soared like a car with full horsepower, and like an arrow off the string.

Ninety-one percent!

Ninety-two percent!

Ninety-three percent!

Ninety-four percent!

。。。。。。

Situ Xing's face suddenly turned red because of excitement, and his eyes showed even more excitement.

Hurry up!

Hurry up!

Hurry up!

Hurry up!

The progress bar kept soaring, getting closer and closer to 100 percent, and Si Tu's face became more and more red. There are countless characters in the eyes that are decomposing and combining to form a completely new text.

Situ Xing's fists clenched vigorously, feeling the soaring progress, he was like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit, and the 36,000 pores on his body were indescribably translucent and comfortable.

Ninety-seven percent!

Ninety-eight percent!

Seeing that it was about to break through one hundred percent, Situ Xing's eyes suddenly lit up, as if it contained a sun, and it seemed to have a lamp and candle, which was surprisingly bright

Ninety-nine percent ...

Ninety-nine percent ...

Ninety-nine percent ...

Obviously, what he thought was a little too good, when the progress reached ninety-ninety-nine, the progress suddenly stopped, even if the font of the Qiandi plate was all burned, there was no way to let him advance an inch.

"Is it because I don't have enough background?"

"Or is there not enough burning font?"

Looking at the font that was stuck in the bottleneck, Situ Xing's face couldn't help but stiffen, and there was an indescribable discomfort in his heart. It's just one percent, and it's just a kick in the door!

Although only one percent.

But without this one percent of the progress, there is no way to quantify it, and the two are definitely different.

This is the difference between a craftsman and a home.

Although the craftsman's work is beautiful, it has no verve.

It's like a clay statue carved out of wood, without any life. And everyone's works are endowed with a certain spirit, or life in them.

Therefore, the painting can be vivid, with the fake and the real.

In calligraphy, it is the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing, and the wonderful pen is full of flowers.

Although Situ Xing's current characters are beautiful, they are full of craftsmanship and do not have a trace of unique charm.

Of course, it can also be said that there is no such thing as his own perception of life.

Situ didn't know the crux of the matter, he stubbornly thought that he didn't burn enough fonts.

The words on the inner wall of the Yuqing Dao Dan furnace are suspected to be written by Dao Ancestor Lao Ran himself, full of immortal energy.

Burn!

The words full of fairy aura were suddenly ignited, turning into a trace of realization, and he seemed to see an old man with a clear face standing under the void, looking up at the sun and the moon, and his voice was as loud as if it were thunder.

One yin and one yang is also the way!

Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things.

He seemed to see the old man with a clear face, writing hard. The words full of fairy spirit are engraved on the inner wall of the Dan furnace.

As if he felt the prying eyes of Si Tuxing, he raised his head slightly, and a warm smile appeared on his face.

Situ Xing's eyes couldn't help but be stunned, and his heart was shocked, and he was also kicked out of that wonderful state.

It's a pity!

Situ Xing had obviously seen the image of the powerful words left inside the Dan Furnace just now.

Although he just glanced at it, the Situ Xing found that the content written by the old man was completely different from "Taishang Bao Ding Gong".

If it weren't for the fact that the old man had the ability to reach the sky, even if it was a photo that didn't know a certain time and space, he also discovered the peep of Situ Xing,

Obviously, he had nothing to do with this inheritance, and the old man with a clear face smiled kindly at him and kicked him out of that state.

If not, it is impossible to say that you will get another amazing inheritance.

Situ Xing sighed with some regret, but he smiled a little self-deprecatingly, he was really greedy.

has already carried the two major inheritances of "Heavenly Snake Swallowing Breath Gong" and "Taishang Baoding Sutra", and also peeps into the inheritance of others.

Thinking of this, Situ Xing couldn't help but shake his head helplessly and self-deprecatingly, and his eyes regained clarity.

Burn!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Although it was only a glimpse, he still remembered a lot of fonts.

One by one, the words were burned, turning into cranes, Ganoderma lucidum, and the dragon above the nine heavens.

Then the old man's words are full of fairy spirit, high mountains and flowing water, like a hermit who lives alone, and like a visitor from the sky.

Wonderful!

Wonderful!

Wonderful!

The old man's words are like rain falling from the sky, washing away the impetuousness of the world, and Si Tu's body and mind are nourished. Even the fire on his body has become a lot smaller.

The examiner, Li Zixuan's eyes widened, and his face was incredulous.

Because there is an indescribable meaning of dust in Situ Xing's whole body.

It seems to contain some kind of indescribable rhyme, which makes people's body and mind indescribably quiet.

"What's going on?"

"How could Situ Xing's temperament be so bad. ”

But this state did not last long, and Si Tu was like a deflated ball, and his body suddenly became abrupt. The smell of dust is gone.

Situ Xing looked at the brush in his hand with a wry smile.

After all, he is a layman.

That kind of dust, then out of the world, is not the way that I want in my heart.

Therefore, even if he gains a certain understanding, there is no way to integrate into one, and I am afraid that this is also the reason why the clear-faced old man kicked himself out of that artistic conception.

But this time he didn't get nothing, because he finally found the crux of the problem.

Skill is closer to the way!

The Tao here is not the Taoist Tao, but the Great Dao, which is the rule, the law of the operation of heaven and earth.

Situ Xing integrates the techniques of many calligraphers in the earth plane throughout the ages, and also integrates the essence of Fu Juren, Wang Shilang, Governor Huo Feiran, Sage Mermaid Xuanji, and Ren Wang Qiandi Pan and others.

The technique has been completed and reached its peak.

As a result, his calligraphy progress reached 99 percent.

The remaining one percent can be said to be the rhyme of the Tao, or it can be said to be the understanding of life.

Without that the word of life is dull, without life.

Mr. An Le was able to write brilliantly because his words contained his life and his understanding of the Tao.

And Situ is no more than twenty years old, even if you add the previous life, it is only more than fifty.

How much can you understand life and the avenue?

So he was stuck in the last hundredth, and no matter how much he burned the font, the progress bar seemed to stutter, not moving at all.

Road!

What is the Tao?

What is life?

Situ Xing sat cross-legged on the mat, with his hands on his cheeks, like a nightmare, and kept muttering to himself.

Road!

The way it is!

Very Dao!

At the time of Situ Punishment's realization. The old fox in the deep mountains also sat cross-legged on the ground, holding his head with his paws, and his eyes showed a look of thought. He has lived in the mountains for generations, and he is a furry animal, so his understanding of rain is naturally not as good as that of the Dragon Prince.

But in a hundred years of reincarnation, I have also seen many new rains.

He slowly closed his eyes, as if he were in a quiet valley, with orioles singing in the treetops, and a few hares looking around alertly, greedily eating ground plants. Everything looks so good, and everywhere is green and green, birds and flowers.

Suddenly, a trace of rain fell from the sky, and the leaves crackled, and both the orioles and the hares were wet with their feathers and fur, and some of them ran back to their nests and hid in embarrassment.

Not far away, in the green pond, a few frogs stood on top of lotus leaves, let the rain wash away, singing and jumping excitedly.

An old fox in the deep mountains dressed in green clothes stood like an ordinary person, bathed in the rain. Quietly experiencing the nourishment of the rain, the joy of the earth, after a while, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and his white paws stretched out, leaving a handful of words on the white paper.

His words are very elegant, and there is an indescribable charm, without a trace of the smell of fireworks in the world, like a cool breeze in the mountains, with freshness and coolness.

"Comfortable!"

"It's so comfortable!"

"It was so comfortable, I felt like I was walking in the woods. ”

"What fresh air!"

A wisp of breeze hit, and the onlookers greedily breathed in the breath of nature, and enjoyed it comfortably.

"Good word!"

"Good word!"

"What a good word!"

"I seemed to see endless mountains, valleys, and centuries-old thick trees. ”

People who know how to read close their eyes and quietly realize the beauty of this moment.

Qinghu's calligraphy is not beautiful, and there is no way to compare with the calligraphy of the human race, but he lives in the mountains and forests all year round, and he respects and admires nature.

That's why between the lines, there is such a rare natural atmosphere.

And this breath is what busy people lack the most.

"What a mountain fox!"

"Being able to experience a trace of natural breath is also a rare creation!"

Li Zixuan, who was dressed in a red robe, had a snort, and there was a hint of tranquility on his face. He seemed to see the old trees towering to the sky, as if he saw the dappled sunlight among the trees, and the babbling stream.

The fireworks on the whole person seem to have faded a lot.

Wash away the lead!

Everyone has a kind of realization in their hearts, but more than that, it is a yearning for nature.

Deep mountains and valleys, ancient trees and old vines, mottled forests, and valley breezes.

A hint of the breeze containing the breath of nature ripples in Beijun and also ripples in the bottom of people's hearts.

Everything is so beautiful, so natural!