"The words are starting to get a little more presentable."

In the courtyard with a slightly dilapidated appearance, but quite clean.

Xia Hongzhen stood beside Wang Ember with his hands behind his back, watching Wang Ember raise his pen and ink, and nodded slightly.

On the unshaven face, there was also a slight hint of appreciation.

I have to admit it.

This kid is progressing just too fast.

Even faster than when he was younger.

A large pen sketches the last corner on the rice paper.

Wang Yan let out a sigh of relief, gently put the brush in his hand on the pen stand on the side, and looked at the big word "sword" that jumped on the rice paper in front of him.

Compared to the words written out of the pen for the first time.

At this moment, the word "sword" in front of him already has a bit of charm.

Between the strokes, there is already a faint different charm.

Of course, it is still worse than Xia Hongzhen.

Counting up, it has been a week since I became Xia Hongzhen's student and came to Xia Hongzhen to practice calligraphy.

During this week, Wang Yan had to find time to come to Xia Hongzhen's side almost every day.

And the method that Xia Hongzhen taught him was also very simple.

It's just for him to practice calligraphy.

After a week, Wang Yan's progress is already obvious.

"Lao Xia, I really only need to practice calligraphy to be able to learn swordsmanship?"

Although it has been a week, Wang Yan can clearly feel that he is making rapid progress.

The residual sword intent in his body even faintly showed some signs of loosening.

But Wang Yan was still a little skeptical.

After all, practice swordsmanship in the way of practicing calligraphy...... No matter how you look at it, it smacks of paper......

"Of course......"

"Nope!"

Xia Hongzhen replied very reasonably.

He paced twice in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, sat on a small bench at the door, took out a box of cigarettes from his pants, and gestured to Wang Yan.

Wang Yan shook his head, he didn't like to smoke.

Xia Hongzhen didn't mind, he took out a dot on his own, took a deep breath, and then spit out a smoke ring, and then said slowly: "If you can be in the 'immersion state' for a long time, maybe there is still a little possibility." 」

The so-called "immersion state" is the state of immersion that appeared when Wang Shen came to this courtyard to write on the first day.

It is as if all the mind is immersed in the handwriting, and everything in the outside world is instinctively filtered out.

The consciousness in the brain seems to operate autonomously, instinctively comprehending and digesting in a very deep way.

It's as if a sponge is immersed in water, absorbing all the knowledge, experience, and information above the world at a crazy speed.

This is the "immersion state".

According to Xia Hongzhen, "immersion" is a very special state.

In the hundreds of years of martial arts practice, few people have even been able to enter this state.

And Xia Hongzhen is one of them.

When he was young, Xia Hongzhen entered this state several times.

Every time he withdraws from such a state, Xia Hongzhen can have some unprecedented martial arts insights.

It's just that as he gradually became decadent, this "immersion state" could no longer be entered.

The last time Wang Yan actually entered that strange "immersion state", it really surprised Xia Hongzhen.

"Is it immersive......

Wang Shen groaned.

The state of "immersion" is really mysterious and mysterious, even if Wang Ember has absorbed the memories of so many zombies, he has never heard of such a thing.

Even Xia Hongzhen himself did not figure out what the principle of this "immersion state" was.

It's not like a state where you can actively choose whether to enter or not, but rather a state with some element of luck

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Whether you can enter this state depends on fate.

Even with Xia Hongzhen's knowledge, he couldn't figure out what was going on, and Wang Yan couldn't understand the principle of this so-called "immersion state" even more.

"Of course, it's a bit of a fantasy to want to be in the 'immersion' state all the time."

Seeing Wang Yan groaning, Xia Hongzhen spit out a smoke ring and said lightly: "In addition to this way, the better way is to fight."

"The sword is a murder weapon, and if you want to master the sword, you naturally have to see blood."

He glanced at Wang Yan: "Speaking of which, what's the matter with the injuries on your kid's body?"

At the first glance of Wang Yan, he found that Wang Yan had very serious injuries on his body.

This injury is not external, but internal.

There was a huge problem with the internal blood and qi in Wang Yan's body.

And after careful observation in the past few days, he found out.

The wound in Wang Yan's body turned out to be the wound of the will of the martial arts.

The reason for the decay of the blood and qi in Wang Yan's body was that he realized the will of the martial arts!

And judging from the faintly visible breath in Wang Yan's body, the martial will seems to be still the martial will with kendo as the main body.

This really surprised Xia Hongzhen.

In terms of kendo, Xia Hongzhen is a rare person in the entire Great Xia.

You must know that the cultivation of normal martial artists is based on a top-notch physical technique or breathing method.

For example, he Xia Hongzhen himself, who was born in an ancient martial arts kendo family, practiced ancestral kendo since he was a child, and gradually realized his own martial arts will in the family kendo tradition.

Only then did he achieve the realm of the grandmaster.

And Wang Yan is in such a situation...... It's really unheard of.

Comprehend the will of kendo first, and then practice kendo?

If he hadn't seen such a living example like Wang Yan with his own eyes, Xia Hongzhen would never have believed that there was such a thing.

Faced with Xia Hongzhen's doubts, Wang Yan shook his head and did not explain too much.

Wang Yan didn't want to say more, and Xia Hongzhen didn't continue to ask.

"If you want to quickly hone your kendo will, you can only do it in actual combat."

He then said, "Only in the true battle between blood and fire, between life and death, will the sword in your hand become sharper and sharper."

"Wandering between life and death......

Wang Yan was thoughtful.

He remembered that day, in the dream world, his sudden realization in the midst of danger.

……

Leaving Xia Hongzhen's courtyard, Wang Yan received a message.

It was Zhang Zehong who sent it over and asked Wang Yan to go to his office.

It was followed by several exclamation points.

Put the phone away, although Zhang Zehong's tone in the text message seemed serious.

But Wang Yan was still unhurried, and walked strolling towards Zhang Zehong's office.

……

"Zhang Wenhong, if you don't give me an explanation for this matter, I'm not done with you today!"

An angry roar echoed through the hallway.

"Old class, old class, don't worry, there must be some misunderstanding in this matter......

As the principal of the First Military Martial Arts University in Great Xia, even when facing the many principals of the Big Dipper Seven School, Zhang Zehong can not change his face.

At this moment, he is accompanied by a smile, constantly comforting the thunderous man in front of him.

It was an old man with gray hair, a neatly trimmed beard on his chin, and his hair neatly combed back.

Purely from the perspective of modeling, there is an elegant temperament.

It's just that at this time, his face was full of anger, his face was red and his neck was thick, and there were even green tendons bulging on his neck.

Apparently furious to the extreme.

"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding?"

The old man who is called the old class doesn't give Zhang any face

Wen Hong, blushing, waved his hand and said, "My son was beaten like that by that Wang Ember, and several teeth fell out, is this also a misunderstanding?"

"This ...... There may be something hidden in this......

Zhang Zehong smiled bitterly.

If he was the principal of another school or something, he would come to his school to accuse him of being a student of the First Military Martial University of Great Xia.

He must have scolded back without even thinking about it.

But the old man in front of him was different.

This old man's name is Ban Qianshui.

He is one of the most profound scholars in the field of tonic medicine in the entire Great Xia.

It is no exaggeration to say that this Ban Qianshui is the leader in the field of tonic research in Great Xia.

It is a real Taishan Beidou-level character, and there are countless peaches and plums under his door.

He can be called a national treasure.

It is precisely because of this that even Zhang Zehong did not dare to snub this old man in the slightest.

Research-oriented scholars, if you want to discuss it in detail, are indeed more "precious" than ordinary martial artists.

Once a warrior rises in rank, his lifespan will be extended.

Scholars are different, even with the support of so many modern tonics, the vast majority of scholars are only more than 100 years old at most.

It is precisely because of this that in fact, the identity of scholars is faintly higher than that of martial artists.

And the leading figure in the field of tonic research in front of him, Ban Qianshui, is none other than him.

It is Ban Yu's own father!

"Wang Yan, this kid...... Why did you beat that Ban Yu for no reason......

Zhang Zehong secretly complained in his heart.

If this class of Qianshui does not give up, he will also have a headache.

"I don't care if I have any secrets......

Ban Qianshui didn't let go at all, and was about to continue to say something.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"Headmaster, you're looking for me."

Wang Yan walked slowly into the office.

"You're Wang Ash?"

Before Zhang Zehong could speak, the class of Qianshui had already turned around, staring at Wang Yan with eyes almost bursting into flames.

"Are you?"

Wang Yan frowned and looked at this old man with a red face and a thick neck.

"Wang Ash, don't be rude. This is Mr. Ban Lao, one of our top scholars in Great Xia."

Zhang Zehong scolded.

"Oh."

Wang Yan nodded.

"I don't know."

The three words that he spit out lightly made Ban Qianshui almost fail to memorize it in one breath.

"What an arrogant little bunny......

Ban Qianshui nodded angrily, and said coldly: "Originally, for Principal Zhang's sake, I didn't want to make a big deal about this matter, but now it seems that this matter should be handed over to the Arrest Department to deal with."

"Mr. Ban, this is really a misunderstanding."

Zhang Zehong also wanted to reconcile a few words.

"You're that Banyu's father?" Wang Yan suddenly spoke.

He looked at Ban Qianshui with a faint smile on his face.

"That's right, Ban Yu was indeed hit by me."

He glanced at Ban Qianshui and looked at Zhang Zehong: "There is no misunderstanding, I just see that he is unhappy."

The tone is calm and unpretentious.

It was as if he was beating Ban Yu, something that was a matter of course.

"You...... You...... Okay, you Zhang Zehong, this is your student of the First Military Martial Arts University of Great Xia!"

Ban Qianshui was almost blown up by Wang Yan's arrogant appearance.

"Ban Lao, don't be angry...... Wang Ember ...... him."

Zhang Zehong glared at Wang Yan viciously, and was about to explain a few more words.

But I heard Wang Yan's faint voice on the side: "What, Ban Lao is planning to save face for your son?"

As soon as these words came out, not only Ban Qianshui's eyes widened in shock, but even Zhang Zehong was stunned for a moment.

Turning his head over, he saw that Wang Yan was looking at Ban Qianshui with a faint coldness on his face: "Your son, you are to blame, you can't complain about others, and you still hope that Ban Lao can distinguish between right and wrong."

"What, you still want to do it to me?"

Being watched by Wang Yan with such cold eyes, Ban Qianshui sneered.

"You can give it a try."

Wang Yan did not back down and responded calmly.

The sneer on Ban Qianshui's face retracted little by little.

He could see that the teenager in front of him did not have any joke on his face.

The coldness in his eyes made him faintly panic in his heart.

Ban Qianshui looked at the young man in front of him, and then turned his head to look at Zhang Zehong, who was silent on the side.

Snorted coldly, and didn't say anything more.

"It's not going to be left at that."

He threw down such a sentence, turned and strode out of the office.

"You kid...... Even the elder dared to threaten ......."

It wasn't until Ban Qianshui's footsteps gradually faded away that Zhang Zehong looked at Wang Yan helplessly.

Although as early as the day this kid entered the school, he saw it.

This kid is a master who is not afraid of heaven and earth.

But even then, he couldn't imagine it at all.

This kid even dared to threaten a national treasure-level scholar like Ban Qianshui.

What he didn't expect was that Ban Qianshui really left like this?

"What the hell is going on? Why did you hurt that Ban Yu? He's Pan Qianshui's own son."

Zhang Zehong asked helplessly, with his understanding of Wang Yan, although this kid is not afraid of heaven and earth, he is definitely not the kind of person who hurts people casually.

"Nothing, just a little friction."

Wang Yan didn't say much.

"If you don't want to say it, forget it, I'll try my best to help you deal with this matter, this class of Qianshui has a lot of connections in the capital, it's not easy to do it......

Seeing that Wang Yan didn't want to say more, Zhang Zehong shook his head helplessly: "In the future, you must pay attention to it, don't just clash with people, especially their group of research-oriented scholars."

"Got it."