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Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles.

Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name.

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The bones of the arson are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world.

Who can write Your Excellency, the white head is too mystical.

In the Jiluo Realm, the prayer wheel rotated silently, and Ye Changsheng sat cross-legged, holding the scroll in both hands, and read "Chivalrous Travel" carefully.

After reading it, he opened his eyes and looked at the words on the scroll.

Finally, those extremely sharp handwriting and strokes will no longer turn into sharp blades to poke his eyes and his soul.

Changsheng couldn't help but be nervous, he couldn't help but be frightened, with his powerful and strong soul power, he couldn't resist the invasion of those strokes, and there were a few times when he was fortunate to stagger his gaze in time, otherwise his soul would be hurt.

It can be seen from this that the Confucian power who wrote this poem back then, how profound his cultivation and realm were, and how difficult it was for future generations to comprehend the realm of freehand, even if they snooped on it.

In just one hour, Changsheng was exhausted, but he gained nothing.

He had no choice but to put away the scroll, open the wood, and then take out the black carving knife and write on the whiteboard.

It is too difficult to carve a knife for a pen, and he still writes the poem "Chivalrous Journey", imitating the powerful calligraphy on the scroll.

Over and over again, in the end, it is a little similar, but the sharpness revealed between the lines, how deliberate and rigid it is.

Ye Changsheng frowned, and suddenly felt shocked in his heart.

He made the mistake of being too obsessed with the imitation of handwriting.

At that time, in Zixia Villa, Changsheng was enlightened by the Taixu real person, and only then was he able to comprehend the "Ila Supreme Enlightenment Heart Sutra".

The real person once said: The Tao is one, the word is two, and two and one are three.

The Tao, once put into writing, is also distorted and deviates from the true Tao.

How can he be obsessed with words and appearances and ignore the spirit of the scriptures?

The same is true today, he doesn't need to deliberately imitate other people's handwriting, but to understand the charm and style revealed in the handwriting.

As soon as he thought of this, Ye Changsheng suddenly became enlightened, erased the handwriting on Zixumu, and raised the carving knife again.

This time, he no longer deliberately seeks the neatness of the strokes, but figurs out the original meaning of the poem, slowly stimulates the sharpness and sharpness in his body, and then injects this inner feeling into the blade and reveals it in the words.

The more determined he was in his chest, the faster Changsheng wrote the pen, almost in one go, and wrote to the end.

Putting away the carving knife and letting out a long breath, Changsheng looked at the plank expectantly.

On the wooden board, his font is crooked, not systematic at all, probably only he knows, this is a song "Chivalrous Journey".

However, in this messy handwriting, a sharp and sharp is hidden in it.

This sharpness and sharpness, although not as good as the scroll, can be perceived, and the feeling seems to be connected to the scroll.

Ye Changsheng couldn't help but smile happily, he finally had eyebrows.

In fact, it is not difficult to do this, when Changsheng carves jade, he will also infuse various artistic conceptions into the blade, so that the carved works will have the form of gods.

For example, carving a tiger should reflect the ferocity of the tiger, carving a fox would reflect the fox's cunning, and carving a deer would reflect the stupidity of the deer.

For these inner "language expressions", Changsheng has long been aware of it, and if "Chivalry Walk" is regarded as a living creature full of determination, his knife technique is brushwork.

"A living creature, full of determination?" Ye Changsheng's eyes lit up suddenly, and he instantly walked out of the Araja Realm, sat cross-legged on the bed, and took out a piece of white jade.

He held a carving knife in one hand and a palm-high white jade in the other, closed his eyes and pondered.

At a certain moment, his eyes were raised, and the carving knife that was ready to be fired slashed towards the white jade with force.

The sound of brushing was endless, and the jade powder slid down.

The piece of white jade continued to rotate in Changsheng's palm, and it was rolled up by the black sword light, and it was rapidly transforming.

Stopping the knife suddenly, a pale touch appeared on Ye Changsheng's face, and he looked at the statue in his hand.

A thin knight, dressed in a power suit, wearing a red tasseled hat, and holding a shiny Wu hook sword in his hand.

The lines of the knight's face are resolute and angular, and there is a faint murderous aura in the star-like eyes.

The horse under his crotch had its hooves flying, its mane fluttering, and its head raised upwards as if it were neighing.

Whether it is a man or a horse, the lines are clean and neat, without the slightest drag, and the chivalrous horse galloping appearance is full of determination and indomitable determination.

Ye Changsheng's eyes were full of smiles, looking at this perfect jade carving, and muttering: "This is chivalry, that's what it means." ”

Click!

Without warning, the surface of the jade carving cracked countless cracks, and in an instant, it fell to the ground.

Ye Changsheng regretted that the determination and murderous aura he released was something that a piece of white jade could not withstand after all, so the white jade would shatter.

This also shows that the carving technique of immortality is far from reaching the place where it can be retracted and released freely, and the control of "meaning" is too blunt.

Think about the "Gaojie Lingyun Map", people can draw a few bamboos to the movement of a flying dragon with a simple sketch, and this comparison, the realm of immortality is too far behind.

People are self-aware, and they can see the gap between themselves and power, which is progress.

Changsheng was not discouraged, took out a piece of white jade again, picked up the carving knife, and carved it with a brush.

This time, the carving was almost finished, and the jade shattered.

Again.

Click!

Halfway through the carving this time, the jade shattered.

Again!

Click!

This time the carving was halfway through, and the jade shattered.

Again!

Click!

This time, as soon as the knife was fired, the jade shattered.

Changsheng looked at the broken jade on the bed, his eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly laughed.

Yes, he seems to be failing more and more, but under the surface of failure, there is a "meaning" that he cannot condense.

This "meaning" is sharper and sharper, sharper and sharper, and more exposed.

Because of this, the jade will shatter faster and faster.

And what he originally asked for was not the sharp "intention" in "Chivalrous Journey"?

Changsheng's eyes lit up, he swallowed the two Divine Pills, and entered the Zara Realm again.

Sitting cross-legged, unfolding the scroll of "Chivalrous Travel", picking up Zixumu, Ye Changsheng compared the drawings on the scroll, and wrote stroke by stroke.

The previous imitation was just a simple imitation, but the current imitation still contains that determination.

Compared with the two, the realm is completely different.

He has already gained his meaning, and if he gets the form again, and the form and meaning are combined, he must have a deeper understanding.

In the process of imitation, Changsheng also tried to control the sharpness in the knife and brush, and experienced the flowing charm between the edge and the succession.

Mastering the rhyme, that is mastering the rhythm, mastering the rhythm, that is mastering the skill, if he carves "Chivalrous Travel" again, it must not be broken again.