Coincidentally, it has been more than 20 years since I came to this world, although the Yongzi Eight Methods are the basic rules for writing regular scripts, but perhaps because I have already memorized them, this is the first time that Lin Hu has systematically practiced this set of Yongzi Eight Methods.

It was precisely because of this that even he did not know, or rather predicted, what kind of changes this calligraphy and eight methods would bring about in this world.

In any case, in the long cultural history of China in the previous life, Wang Xizhi was a rare calligrapher, and his name as a calligrapher has long been recognized by the world.

As the saying goes, gold can shine anywhere, Lin Hu thought more than once that if Wang Yishao could also appear in this world, with his talent and talent, perhaps, this world could really have one more "book saint", and at that time, wouldn't the Yongzi Eight Methods become the foundation of the "saint" to achieve enlightenment?

Of course, if you think about it, this is just someone's whimsical for a while, and you don't need to think too much about it, but the core position of Yongzi Bafa calligraphy is undoubted, and that is the basic rule of writing regular script.

It seemed that the heavens were going to make senses for the birth of this method, and when Lin Hu wrote the third stroke, that is, the third of the eight methods, the air around him instantly stagnated, and slowly, as if he had fallen into a strange realm.

Lin Hu, who was originally going to slowly explain to the female disciple of the ink beside him, seemed to have forgotten his earlier purpose at this moment, and in his eyes, there was only the world of black and white in front of him.

"Boom!"

Hearing a thunderbolt suddenly explode, countless teachers and students of the academy who were doing their own things were suddenly startled, and then, accompanied by a burst of "snort" sounded, as if something had cracked in vain, subconsciously. Everyone looked in the void, in the direction they felt in their hearts.

I only saw that above the academy, a silver-white mighty river divided the blue sky into two, and faintly, there seemed to be an invisible and majestic coercion falling. Everyone's hearts sank.

"What's that?"

Someone exclaimed, this scene in front of them is really amazing, especially for those newly enrolled disciples, this has not been mentioned by the elders of various families?

Not only them, but even their division commander was a little confused by the scene in front of them, and in their induction, it seemed to be an awe-inspiring and inviolable heavenly might. But faintly, there is a kind of civilization that can make people awe-inspired.

"Roar!!

In the distance, there was a low beast roar from the endless wild primeval forest, and it was obvious that the majesty carried by this long river above his head made all the beasts in the vicinity a little restless.

Although the outside world was already boiling, all of this was unmoved by Lin Hu, and he still continued his unfinished business.

"Vertical crossbow. Forcefully also;"

"The hook is the hook, the jumping appearance. With Yuetong;"

These two strokes, Lin Hu wrote very slowly, as if there was some force in the dark pushing him to carry out all this, and every time he wrote, he had to pause for a long time.

And look at its figure, every move. It seems to conform to some kind of natural rhyme, and it becomes mysterious.

At this point, half of the Yongzi Eight Methods have been completed, and in the eyes of Mo Yebai on his side, those few black traces are like the most mysterious rules in the world. It completely attracted her attention, and her already dark eyes became deeper like a black hole.

"Whoa!"

At this moment, in the void, the silver-white river that exuded endless majesty suddenly tumbled and surged, and then, a slender tributary rushed towards a place below.

"Isn't that the mountain where Confucianism is located?"

The area of the Zhuangyuyuan branch in the Southern Wilderness is very vast, and it occupies almost the entire ancient mountain range with sufficient aura, but between the families, they are still relatively familiar with the mountains where each other is located, and soon, some people recognized that the location of the white long river diversion is in the Confucian Haoran Mansion.

This discovery immediately excited many people in the academy, and although they didn't know what it was, everyone was almost fascinated by the civilized aura emanating from it after seeing it for the first time.

Not to mention the many Confucian disciples who were already in the realm of Haoran Mansion, almost the moment the silver-white tributary fell, countless people rushed towards that location.

Soon after, a large group of people were pinned to the outside of a certain room wrapped in silver-white mist, not because they didn't want to explore the secrets of the house, but because the silver mist was like a natural barrier, blocking their way.

As for forcible break-in, it was even more nonsense, and the mere hint of a terrifying aura emanating from the fog was enough to deter them.

As time passed, more and more people stood here, but the scene was silent, and despite everyone's curiosity, everyone miraculously remained silent.

"Hahaha, Qi, I finally feel that Haoran Qi, haha!" I don't know how long it took, and suddenly a burst of surprise and hearty laughter broke the short silence.

Everyone present looked up, and saw that the person who spoke was a barbarian disciple with a well-dressed Confucian dress and a strong physique.

As we all know, Confucian disciples were relatively weak in the early stage, and most of them were in a stage of cultivating qi, and the disciples often had to practice martial arts to defend themselves and keep fit.

This stage can be said to be the weakest period for Confucian disciples, if there is no other means, almost no different from ordinary people, an ordinary bandit may be able to kill a learned and well-educated man.

However, don't look at the stage of qi cultivation is very weak, it is not easy to get started, especially for these disciples who were born in the wilderness, if they want to find a trace of Haoran in the books and start to conceive Wenqi, the difficulty is comparable to ascending to the sky.

Although his thoughts were interrupted halfway, everyone could understand the mood of this Confucian disciple at the moment, and they didn't blame him too much.

But quickly, to everyone's dumbfounded, dozens of disciples made similar noises one after another.

"Haha, I feel it, I feel it too, is this the so-called Haoran Qi?"

"It's amazing, there's a milky white gas in my chest!"

......

The people who made the surprise were all Confucian disciples, one or two were normal, and after dozens of them, gradually, everyone realized that something was wrong.

"Ah, I know what that is!" Suddenly, someone in the crowd let out another exclamation.

As soon as these words came out, they immediately attracted everyone's attention, and under the gaze of thousands of eyes, a white-bearded old man in white clothes, with a flushed face, kept scratching his ears and cheeks, and his face was excited, like a baboon who had successfully mated.

"If you know, just say it!" someone next to him couldn't wait, and hurriedly urged.

The old man whimpered and said in amazement: "That may be the legendary Wendao River!"

Immediately, he seemed to think of something, and hurriedly shouted: "Confucian disciples, hurry up and suck with me, suck hard, this is a great opportunity!"

Without bothering to speak, the old man desperately gasped for breath at the silver-white mist outside the house as if he had gone crazy, and at this moment, there was a chain effect immediately.

So, a strange scene appeared, in the crowd, hundreds of Confucian teachers and students in white clothes did not care about their usual demeanor, all of them stuck out their tongues and gasped for breath in the white mist, while others looked at them with envy...... (To be continued.) )