What does it mean to take words as the source? What kind of words are closest to the way of heaven? How to condense energy? These questions kept swirling in Ma Jingchan's mind. Literally, it means to communicate the Heavenly Dao through writing, and then you can condense energy. But what are the words written? the words of this world, the words of the earth, the Chinese characters, the English characters? uh...... Well, English should be impossible, because I can't. It's impossible to write the words in this world, although I can understand the language, but I really can't write the characters here, so it can only be Chinese characters. Ma Jingzen thought about these questions as he walked.

When Cangjie succeeded in making characters, "Tianyu Su, ghosts cry at night", it can be seen that Chinese characters can communicate with heaven, no matter what, try it first, Ma Jingzen thought. There are many ways to write Chinese characters, the oracle bone inscription should be simple, the seal script should be rich in the charm of the bell, the tripod and the Zhou, the official script should have the essence of the Qin, Han and Wei monuments, the regular script should contain the vigor and handsomeness of the ancient cypress of the Wei and Jin cangsongs, and the line script and cursive script should be natural and chic, elegant and beautiful. The so-called Zhongzheng peace, practice Chinese characters from the regular script to start it, practice the regular script "Yong" character is necessary to practice, horizontal and vertical hooks, dots and skimming, the strokes of regular script Chinese characters and the trick of the shelf structure, are embodied in the "Yong" word. But what you need most urgently now is water, don't think that you can drink water in the wild, you don't know where the water is poisonous and where the water is not, so it's best to get your own water to drink. And the word "water" is also relatively easy to approach the Tao, Lao Tzu once said, "good is like water, water is good for all things without fighting, and everyone is evil, so it is more than the Tao." "Let's start with water.

Ma Jingchan calmed down and began to write the word "water" in regular script. He imagined the water balloon in his mind and drew it in the void with his hands, and when the word "water" appeared, the water element in the sky began to condense. But before a single balloon could be formed, it rained down on the ground.

Why? Ma Jingchan was very puzzled. The presence of water droplets indicates that the Chinese characters are correct. Why can't it be condensed into a water balloon? It is impossible to have a pen and paper, right? Where can I find this in the wilderness?" he pondered over and over again. Could it be a calligraphy problem? Then he looked at the river in the distance, and looked at the sparkling water lines, and a light flashed in his mind. That's right! How can it be a water character in regular script? Dao! Dao! Taoism is natural! The sages are powerful and still need to learn from nature, so how can I forget it? The water character that is closest to nature is undoubtedly the seal script.

He immediately drew the water characters in the seal script in the air, but because of his excitement, he only condensed the water balloon several times and dispersed. After many failures, he finally condensed a steady ball of water in the air.

When he finally succeeded, he was already sweating profusely, and he could barely bear to drink it when he looked at the water balloon in front of him. I can't help it, I'm too thirsty, drink!" he slowly brought the water balloon closer to his lips. "Woo!!! sweet and refreshing, delicious!" he muttered to himself.

Well, the problem of thirst is solved, and I am not very hungry for the time being, so it's time to sum up. Each word should be written differently depending on the meaning and purpose of the word. That's right! That's right! Ma Jingzen kept thinking about the use of words, and at the same time walked unconsciously.

Gradually, it was getting darker and darker, and by the time he found it, it was completely dark, and two moons had risen from the southeast and northeast. He looked at the moon in the sky and was silent for a long time. "It's crossed over after all! It's not Earth anymore. He thought. A cold wind blew, and he felt a chill through his shabby clothes. Well, it's getting late, write yourself a room and rest first.

Of course, the "house" needs to be stable, so write regular script. He thought that such a life would be good, and he sketched the shape of a house in his mind and began to write. But when he got to the third drawing, he found that he couldn't write anymore. A pinprick-like pain swept through his brain, and in an instant he fainted.

When he woke up, the sun had already risen. There was a blank look in his eyes, and there was still a pain in his mind, and then he slowly remembered that he had passed out. Why did you faint? When I wrote the word water in the front, it was very good, and there were not many strokes of the word "room". Why? It was only in the third painting that I fainted.

He remembered, and the moment he wrote the third picture, it was as if something had been pulled out of his mind and condensed into words. In this way, writing condensate also needs energy, and the energy provided by the things in the brain is not written out, which means that the energy is not enough, so what is this energy? How can it be strengthened? I can't figure it out after thinking about it for a long time, so he simply doesn't want to think about it, forget it, let's call it spiritual power. My head hurts so much! I endured it helplessly, forget it, I guess this should be a mental problem, and it should be much better to sleep.

After a good night's sleep, he felt much better and his head didn't hurt so much. But another problem arises, eating! It's been a day since he came into this world, and he hasn't eaten yet. Let's go get something to eat first, you don't need to think about the root bark, I guess you can't digest it, let's look for it first.

There is a rabbit in front of him! Ma Jingzen has been walking around for a long time, and he does not dare to go far. He'd slept here twice yesterday (plus the one he fainted), at least there weren't any big beasts, and there was still some guarantee of safety. But if he goes too far, he doesn't dare to guarantee it. If the food is not found, and he becomes someone else's bowl of Chinese food, it will be too, and he doesn't believe that he can meet the Northern Pluto Immortal again.

Rabbit! Rabbit! My dinner is yours, but how do you solve it? I only have a wooden stick in my hand, and I still picked it up. Besides, I can't catch up with the rabbit myself! Do you want to drown it with water? Just kidding!

As the saying goes, fire and water are ruthless, and since you can't use water, you can always use fire. Yes, with fire, let's be a magician and have a fireball technique. Well, let's write out the word fire first and see which fire is most suitable.

Seal, Kai, Li, Xing, grass, and finally the fireball of Xingshu and Seal Book have been successfully condensed. However, the fireball of the seal script is milder, and the fireball of the line script is more bursting. Okay! Just use the fireball of the book.

Ma Jingchan looked at the rabbit from a distance, sketching the shape of the fireball in his mind, and his fingers traced the fire character of Xingshu in the void. There was a soft "bang", and the fireball condensed in front of him. He said, "Don't run away for my dinner, look at my big fireball!" and threw the fireball at the rabbit.

I saw a fist-sized fireball, quickly approaching the rabbit.

"I'm here for my dinner!"