What to write in is a question, and for a teenager, it's a vague question, and it should be a guide.

Thirteen Lang didn't do this, and the sentence "burning stick" was like a slap in the face of the little young master, mercilessly and extremely cruel. No matter how young he was, he could understand the sarcasm contained in the teacher's words, and his face suddenly turned red, and his eyes were slightly wet.

The little young master didn't understand why the teacher suddenly changed his appearance, although his voice was soft, the meaning of his whipping was obvious, stubborn and cruel, and he didn't leave a trace of affection.

Harsher ones are yet to come. Shisanlang said: "I told you the day before yesterday about the realm of calligraphy, and in terms of my current understanding, it is roughly divided into three types: form, potential, and meaning. According to my original estimate of you, this killing word should be able to describe its shape and slightly kill the momentum. ”

Ignoring the little young master's aggrieved expression, Thirteen Lang said indifferently: "It seems that I overestimated you. ”

The little young master was about to cry, his teeth were biting his lower lip, his right hand holding the dagger was tight and loose, loose and tight, and his knuckles were pinched white. According to the prior agreement, before breaking through the killing level, Thirteen Lang did not recognize his status as a disciple, nor did he consider himself a teacher. At this time, after listening to the teacher's words, the little young master felt more and more embarrassed, and tears could not be held back from rolling down his cheeks, dripping on the killing word he had just written.

The tears were hot, and after melting a little snowflake, they condensed again, and the killing word seemed to be injected with something, and the original regular shape was a little scattered.

Thirteen Lang picked up a dead branch casually, shook his wrist, and a killing word exactly like the one written by the little young master appeared next to him, and said in an indifferent voice: "Look at it well, tell me the difference between them later." ”

This is also a convention, whenever Thirteen Lang wants to point out something, he will let him think about it first, the difference is that he spoke softly before, the little master did not have the slightest pressure, and he enjoyed the true meaning of the book, and it was fun. At this time, Shisanlang's voice was still slight, but the feeling to the little young master was like a sharp sword against his heart, and the chill penetrated his chest and abdomen.

Oddly enough. Obviously, this feeling is ten times more terrifying than when facing my father's gaze. The little young master did not retreat as much as before, and Thirteen Lang's words seemed to have some kind of magic, no matter whether he praised or disagreed, whether he was cold or bad, honor or disgrace, he could always inspire the little courage in his heart.

The little young master didn't understand the reason, but he was sure that he was very infatuated with this feeling, so he wiped his face fiercely and turned his attention to the two words that were exactly the same shape, size, and even weight.

Thirteen Lang taught in reverse according to his way of learning words. Tell him in the way of copying that copying is not the same as copying the strokes.

The little master was twelve years old, and he had been learning words for nine years, so he could naturally understand the teacher's intentions and know what he was going to do; I looked at it one by one, thought about it one by one, and gradually focused.

"Nice kid"

Shisanlang couldn't help laughing, secretly thinking that he was also old enough to call others children. He didn't disturb the little young master's thoughts, his eyes were slightly closed and he looked inwardly at the dantian, and his expression was calm and slightly sad.

Before you know it, Thirteen Lang has been cultivating for thirty years. Suddenly, he was beaten back to his original form. No matter how ruthless he is, he can't help but be disappointed. His current situation is extremely special. Yuan Ying is still there, theoretically speaking, he should be regarded as a Yuan Infant Monk, but in fact, Thirteen Lang can barely use his mana, and the Yuan Baby, who was not fully formed in the first place, shrunk into a ball, entangled by hundreds of millions of wisps of red light.

It was the evil energy, the evil energy that condensed into the entity! The evil energy that almost gave birth to a fierce spirit!

At that time, Thirteen Lang was suffering from a backlash, and all his energy was used to suppress the evil qi, if he hadn't accidentally discovered that he could use writing as a catharsis, he would have been infiltrated by the evil qi and become a demon who only knew how to kill.

Writing is writing, and it doesn't necessarily have to be written to kill, the reason why this is so is because Shisanlang found that only this word can get the greatest catharsis, and the degree of backlash will be slightly alleviated. When Lord Lin saw the handwriting, Thirteen Lang was experiencing an extremely powerful backlash, sleeping for seven days and seven nights, if it weren't for the initial recovery of the big gray and the protection of the guard, I am afraid that he would have been devoured by the demon beast.

In the battle of Brokeback Mountain, Thirteen Lang got the great creation, and at the same time ushered in the most serious crisis in this life, among them, the most direct reason was Leng Yu's seizure technique; on the one hand, she kneaded everything she could see and exist at that time into Thirteen Lang's body, but because the Liliang owned by Thirteen Lang was too special, and at the most critical moment, she drank Leng Yu to cast a spell, which led to the most dangerous result, and the anger rushed to the baby!

The evil qi mainly comes from the claw of the golden crow, Thirteen Lang has practiced diligently, and the Shura prison is magical enough, but after all, it is the scales on the claw of the golden crow, and it is a collection of grievances containing countless far superior powers, where is it said that refining can be refined. What's even worse is that since Thirteen Lang entered the Blue Wolf Realm, the killing has never stopped, and more than 100,000 people have died directly or indirectly at his hands;

What about the Yuan Baby, and if you zoom in further, what about the gods? If you calculate the killing with evil spirits, Thirteen Lang is a veritable killer demon king, an out-and-out fierce god.

With such a heavy evil qi in his body, if it were someone else, he would have lost his mind a long time ago, Thirteen Lang was still condensing Yuan Ying in the battle, in order to stop Leng Yu, he rejected the gift of heaven, exhausted his mental strength to calculate the mechanism, and Zuihou cast a spiritual transformation;

Thirteen Lang did not die, the reason is still the star, the star that has begun to show its true form, like yin and yang. I don't know weishenme, it seems that it can faintly suppress the Yuan Baby, and suppress the evil qi together, so as not to scatter the soul.

This situation is not unfamiliar to Shisanlang, every time he steps into a new realm, that star is like a gluttonous beast that digests the food in his belly, reopening his bloody mouth and sucking everything. As a result, it has become the way it is now, Thirteen Lang does not have to bear the torment of the evil spirit all the time, occasionally breaks out a backlash, and spends his energy in consumption all the time, but he refuses to die.

Since he is not dead, he must live and live well, and he has never been ambiguous in this regard, and he quickly accepted the reality.

"Is this a reconstruction?"

Thinking about things in his heart, Thirteen Lang can feel that whenever he calms down and writes a book, the evil qi in the Yuan Infant will be touched, to be precise, some changes, some of them are cathartic, and some of them become a strange existence, truly fused with the Yuan Baby. It's hard to tell each other.

Yes good. Or is it bad? Thirteen Lang didn't know, what he knew was that if he didn't eliminate those evil qi, he would no longer be able to use mana except for his divine thoughts, and he would not even be able to meditate.

It's not that you can't move, but if you do, you will have a crisis like the previous one, and you may die. Even worse.

After getting married, Yuan Ying is dominated by mana, life and engine, and it is absolutely impossible to bypass it. Before Yuan Ying got better, Thirteen Lang was no longer a monk, and to be precise, he was not a body refiner. Because refining the body also needs to absorb aura, or demonic energy.

How? Absolutely not!

"It's not like I haven't experienced it since I started as a mortal? The chill in Thirteen Lang's eyes gradually grew, and the expression on his face was like facing a mortal enemy, ruthless and vicious, all of which reached the extreme.

"I thought of it!" a cheer woke Shisanlang from his contemplation, and the little young master covered his mouth in horror and stared blankly at Shisanlang's face, not daring to move.

He couldn't move at all.

That moment. Thirteen Lang gave him the feeling of a fierce god from ancient times. It was a hundred times more terrifying than the monks that the young master could only see in the palace before, and it was not a level at all. This is because he has no cultivation. Otherwise, the feeling is even stronger

Shisanlang took a deep breath and said in a gentle voice, "What did you think of?"

The little young master didn't answer Thirteen Lang's words, and was stunned for a while before saying, "What happened to the teacher just now?"

Thirteen Lang couldn't explain it to him, shook his head and said, "Tell me, what's the difference between them?"

The little young master didn't dare to ask any more questions, forcibly withdrew his mind to writing, and after pondering for a while, he said: "Father once told students that all things have spirits, and the outside refers to spirituality, and the inside contains roots and bones. There are thousands of writing pens, and the words written by different pens have their own unique temperament, and they cannot be exactly the same. Mr. magnified this principle, whether the person who uses the knife to chop wood or kill fish, will reveal the knife intent, and the student uses the knife to make a pen, although it is writing, but still carries the knife intent, because this is the essence of the knife. ”

With shame in his eyes, the young master said: "The killing of the master is written in the branches, even after ten years, he can see the source, but the killing of the students is not written with a dagger, but with "

Thirteen Lang was surprised, he really didn't expect him to think of this layer, which was much better than he estimated.

With encouragement in his eyes, Thirteen Lang said, "Go on." ”

The little young master's face was flushed, and he said in a low voice: "The student is holding a dagger, and he still thinks it is a pen in his heart, and even a burning stick."

This sentence made Thirteen Lang laugh and said approvingly: "With a knife in your hand and a pen in your hand, you can do it?"

The little young master was a little embarrassed, in fact, his answer just now was tricky, because Thirteen Lang had already asked him whether he used a knife or a sword, or the least useful burning stick. As for the difference between the killing characters written by these things, it is really beyond his comprehension now.

As he deliberately emphasized, ten years later, Thirteen Lang could see what he wrote this character with, and if the young master looked back at the words he wrote today, it would be difficult to distinguish.

This is actually the category of artistic conception, but Thirteen Lang forcibly blended it into the glyph, which can be said to be a method of getting out in simple terms, but for the little master, it is still a little more difficult.

Thirteen Lang also knew that he was too forceful, sighed, and said, "You haven't used this knife, have you?"

The little young master was ashamed, bowed his head and said, "This dagger knife was asked by my father to take with me, saying that it can increase courage, but the student doesn't like it." ”

"It's a good knife, and your father's words aren't wrong. ”

Thirteen Lang took the dagger from his hand, and with a flick of the blade, it burst out, shining in front of him like a pool of autumn water.

Magic weapon, close to the top grade.

Some fantasies appeared in front of him, and Jusan Lang felt as if he had traveled back in time again, back to the most comfortable years of those years, and his fingers were unconsciously brushed on the dagger.

Enlightenment!

What a familiar feeling. If Thirteen Lang can use mana, this magic weapon will instantly rise to a higher level and truly become a top-grade one.

"Teacher?" the young master called softly.

"Huh?"

Thirteen Lang secretly warned himself not to be sentimental, raised his head and said, "Have you ever killed someone?"

The little young master shuddered violently, his eyes were surprised, frightened, and panicked

(To be continued......)