"Du Fuzi, look at it, the next moment is to witness the miracle!" Wei Yi smiled slightly.

He immediately picked up his pen and began to write in the void.

The brilliance of the Tao condensed at the tip of the pen, and finally turned into two clear words "inch broken".

This scene directly stunned Du Shaoling.

He had never seen such an extraordinary sight before, like a dream bubble.

But I could clearly feel that when those two words were condensed, the vibration of the surrounding air, and the momentum exuded by the words.

However, in the next second, Wei Yi's pen tip swept.

The word "inch broken" flew out, turned into several light blades, and went straight to the chair on the side.

But after a few clicks, the chair fell apart and turned into several pieces of wood, scattered all over the ground.

At this moment, Du Shaoling was completely stunned, dumbfounded, and his mouth was open.

Looking at the shattered chair in disbelief, the shock in my heart was beyond measure.

But after the shock, his heart was beating wildly, and his body seemed to be surging with long-lost blood.

Could this be what Wei Yi said, the extraordinary power of readers?

Poetry can kill the enemy, and words can destroy the army.

Can words really have the power of substance?

The so-called inch break has the meaning of cutting an object into many small pieces.

Looking at the torn chair, it can be seen that it is caused by some kind of physical force that the meaning of the word has turned into.

It's incredible, it's incredible.

"This, isn't this a Taoist spell?" Du Shaoling was still a little incredulous, thinking that this might be some kind of spell.

It's a spell that can only be cast by cultivators.

"It's similar, but it's not, the spell is cast by a cultivator with true qi, but I just used the power condensed by the qi of pen and ink, and turned the artistic conception of words into power!" Wei Yi said.

"The breath of pen and ink?" Du Shaoling's eyes brightened a little, but his expression was still in a state of confusion.

After all, the information received at the moment is too much incredible.

It completely subverted his decades-old cognition, but it seemed to open up a whole new world for him.

"That's right, that's what I just said, that people who read can also have extraordinary powers. Those who practice martial arts can condense blood qi through cultivation, and those who cultivate truth can condense true qi through cultivation.

As for us readers, we can cultivate the spirit of pen and ink through writing and painting. Wei Yi said word by word.

But it brought Du Shaoling a deep shock.

He never thought that a scholar could actually cultivate.

I didn't expect that the breath of ink could be turned into extraordinary power.

"Really, really? This, how can this be cultivated. Du Shaoling's heart was excited, and his eyes became extremely hot.

He didn't wish he could have extraordinary powers.

I hope that my knowledge can turn into combat power and be able to truly kill the enemy and destroy the army.

In this world where force is supreme, the status of the literati depends entirely on the importance that those in power attach to the way of civil governance.

Obviously, His Majesty today does not attach much importance to the literati.

Only then did the people of heaven teach chaos and chaos.

These literati are powerless to resist, so they can only be slaughtered by others and survive.

If the scholar also has extraordinary power, then he has the power to compete with those traitors.

The future will not be so passive in the court.

"This is the main reason why I invited you here today, I have awakened some memories of my previous life not long ago, and mastered this cultivation method, if you want, I can teach you the method of cultivating the qi of pen and ink, so that you can also gain extraordinary power." Wei Yi said.

Hearing Wei Yi's words, Du Shaoling's heart beat fiercely.

In his heart, he was very excited, Wei Yi actually wanted to teach himself this cultivation method.

In the future, I can have such extraordinary power.

Isn't it really a dream?

Looking at the broken chair on the ground, Du Shaoling slammed and knelt on the ground.

Clasped his hands into fists and said word by word: "The teacher is above, please accept the apprentice's worship." ”

Du Shaoling knew very well that people wanted to teach him such an extraordinary cultivation method.

How can you not worship the teacher?

And he wanted to worship Wei Yi as a teacher from the bottom of his heart.

Not to mention Wei Yi's talent, he has already made him extremely admired.

The extraordinary power that he has shown today has once again brought him to his knees.

And as Wei Yi said in his lecture that day: If you are a threesome, you must have my teacher.

Therefore, the disciple does not have to be inferior to the teacher, the teacher does not have to be better than the disciple, there is a precedence in hearing the Tao, and there is a specialization in the art industry, and that's it.

Therefore, there is no distinction between age and age, although Wei Yi is younger than himself, he is above himself in terms of knowledge and ability.

What's more, people were immortals in their previous lives.

As a mortal, he can worship such an immortal master, which is the merit of his third life.

When people appreciate themselves, they naturally can't help but know how to lift them.

"Du Fuzi, please get up quickly, between you and me, there is no need to be bound by these red tapes, but since you are willing to respect me as a teacher in your cultivation, I will let you be my first student and teach you this method. But remember, this matter needs to be kept secret for the time being, so you and I can get along as we used to. Wei Yi said with a smile.

"Students understand!" Du Shaoling replied again and respectfully.

"You sit down cross-legged, close your eyes and concentrate, and I will open the forest of pen and ink for you now!" Wei Yi said.

Du Shaoling's expression was serious, and he immediately did so, sat cross-legged on the spot, closed his eyes and concentrated.

Wei Yi pointed at the center of his eyebrows with two fingers, and then his heart moved, connecting Du Shaoling with his own forest of pen and ink.

In an instant, Wei Yi felt the breath of pen and ink flowing into the sea, merging into his sea of knowledge, and instantly turned into a forest of pen and ink.

Sure enough, there is really a lot of pen and ink condensed on Du Shaoling's body.

At the same time, Du Shaoling also felt that his consciousness was suddenly pulled into a mysterious world.

In front of him, there was an inky forest, and countless words turned into ink, and finally condensed into a large tree.

"The forest you see is formed by the condensation of pen and ink by our scholars' continuous writing and painting, which is the source of our strength!"

Wei Yi's voice echoed in the sky above the Forest of Brushstrokes.

It also seemed to echo in Du Shaoling's mind.

He was both horrified and excited, as if a whole new world had opened.

Gained some kind of true knowledge.

"From today onwards, you need to keep writing and painting, and keep cultivating the spirit of brush and ink. I will also continue to teach you how to use the qi of pen and ink, so that you can gain extraordinary power. ”

"Thank you, the student will definitely work hard to cultivate and live up to your expectations!" Du Shaoling said.

"Alright, open your eyes!" Wei Yi withdrew his finger.

Du Shaoling also opened his eyes, and his consciousness returned to reality, as if everything he had just seen was an illusion.

But the shattered chair told him that everything that was happening was real.

And he only needs to concentrate a little to perceive the ink forest just now, and then he can see the ink forest again.

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