Wan Yanjing looked at the manuscript in front of her.

She entered the dream again, which was probably a memory of Huo Xiang.

Tu Shanying, who described the weird Tu Shanying, was secretive as much as a housekeeper flashed in her mind, and she was not particularly rejected from Huo Xiang's memory for the first time, but was still faintly curious, wondering when this manuscript would be copied and when she would be able to see the next scene.

The last time she dreamed of copying "Seeing the World" in a trance in prison, she was a little inexplicable, thinking that her script was too poisoned, so she copied the script in her dream.

Now she understands that the last time was not her dream, but a certain part of Huo Xiang's past.

It feels like it's been a long time since I've had a dream of my own.

Either he had no dreams all night, or he transformed into Huo Xiang.

The handwriting flowing out of the pen is like flowing water, the turn is flexible, but the pen has power, and the unfinished meaning is condensed but not dispersed.

Calligraphy has been prevalent since the Rong Dynasty 700 years ago.

At that time, there was only one country in the Middle Earth of the mainland, the Rong Dynasty, which was extremely prosperous, and it is said that any small city was comparable to today's Shangjing.

To the north of the Rong Dynasty, there are not terrifying ice fields, but the tall Ya people who live by nomadic hunting.

Later, hundreds of years passed, the Rong Dynasty was divided, and the Ya people were extinct, and the truth of that period of history was difficult to glimpse, but the calligraphy still endured.

Up to now, calligraphy has its own circle and has its own unique threshold.

In order to record and pass the handwritten handwriting, ordinary people use the pen to spread the grid characters on the paper, which is clear at a glance.

Scholars who step into the path of calligraphy can penetrate the back of the paper and put a part of the spirit and thought into the pen, forming a masterpiece full of beauty and inheritance.

After that, it is the "meaning" of calligraphy.

With the intention of the pen, the sword intent, the sword intent, the book business, the meaning of life and death......

Its meaning is not immutable, nor is it a criterion for judging the quality of handwriting, but more like a means that a special realm can have.

For example, a profound swordsman, he usually writes will condense the knife intent under the pen, ordinary people look at his words, will feel the stinging eyes, the knife light is awe-inspiring, and the words can not be looked at directly, which is an offensive "meaning".

And another swordsman who also practices knives and has a slight realm will not be injured by the "meaning" when he looks at this word, and can even see the scene of the swordsman wielding the knife and practicing the moves, and experience the knife intent on the paper.

After two or three days, the knife man was hungry and ate the chicken, and he thought that the chicken was very delicious, and sincerely thought that it was too delicious, so he recorded it on a piece of paper:

Eating three catties of chicken today, the taste is abnormal.

The word has a delicious meaning, and the viewer sees the word, smells the meat, and the tongue is full of relish.

Although this character was also written by a swordsman, it was not offensive and could be seen by ordinary people.

On the other hand, although the swordsman is intentional between the words, as a martial artist, his handwriting may not be really good-looking, and he may be crooked and childish like a child, so the quality of calligraphy does not depend on the "meaning".

However, "meaning" is an extremely important part of calligraphy.

Most of the calligraphers who have mastered the method of condensation for the first time cannot control which article to write with meaning and which article does not have it.

Sometimes inspiration comes with "meaning", and the words written without inspiration are commonplace.

For those who go further in the realm of "meaning", the words must have meaning, but the meaning is more or less concrete.

At this stage, when there is no special idea in mind, the words written, although meaningful, have no additional concreteness, and will only convey a hazy feeling to the reader.

Vague but special, like the writer's text ID card.

Those who have reached this state of writing cannot be imitated by others, and the "meaning" they condense in their books is unique.

Wanyan Jing's writing and condensation is this realm.

Therefore, those people can only slander her handmaidens and others, and imitate the handwriting of the handmaidens, but they cannot imitate her own.

One is that it is difficult to imitate, and the other is that it is taboo to imitate others, and there is a great possibility that the imitator will lose himself in the process of imitation many times until he goes crazy.

There are only dozens of calligraphy in the whole continent where the Tao can reach the state of condensation, and most of them are in the first or second layer of superficiality:

Words can be meaningful.

But Wan Yanjing knew that there was another realm after the second layer.

Of course, after so many years, she has only seen one.

Can imitate anyone's words and "meaning" at will, and can show any concrete "meaning" at will.

You can also write ordinary words, and the words are not meaningful.

Now, she is possessing this calligrapher who has reached the third level of calligraphy, watching him write "Eyes on the World" in an unfamiliar font.

There is a strange bewitchment between the lines, but for a while it is incomprehensible.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a knock on the door.

"Enter!"

Wan Yanjing heard a slightly magnetic male voice from herself.

Needless to say, it's a strange feeling.

One person pushed the door in, about a foot tall, the two big arms exposed were full of bulging muscles, and the light armor only covered a few important parts.

The person who came had a strange haircut, and he had a delicate baby face that did not match his strong figure, and he looked very young, about twenty, and there was the childishness of a young man hovering between his eyebrows.

The young man had a serious face and made a military salute in a proper manner.

"General!"

Wan Yanjing saw that it was him, and suddenly she was in a trance, and her originally flying thoughts suddenly swayed, and a sadness surged in her heart in an instant.

This emotion is full of energy, her eyes are sour, and she doesn't know if it's hers or his.

It's probably her own, Huo Xiang in this memory, copying "Watching the World" is very happy, and she is excited that something bad is about to be done, where can she think of anything else.

"How's it going?"

Wan Yanjing heard Huo Xiang ask.

The young man said crisply: "Everything is ready according to the general's orders." ”

"Okay, I've got half a page left to finish, you can rest here first, and then take the manuscript away."

"Yes!" The boy answered, but did not find a place to sit, but still stood on the side, like a tall and strong little poplar.

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