"I don't know, but I think my past path was wrong, and if I had focused on my poetry and not thought about the worldly things, maybe it would have changed a thing or two. Wang Weidao.

"You understand now, why don't you come and make a deal with him, I'll take a look here. Ding Leidao.

Wang Wei nodded, made a gesture, and then said to this Zhang Xueyao: "Miss Zhang, today I, Wang Wei, come to learn your penmanship and see who can walk the dragon and snake." ”

"We'll see. Zhang Xueyao smiled slightly.

Immediately, Wang Wei picked up the ink pen, dipped it on the inkstone, and then swiped it out, like a hazy rainbow, across the sky, and then fell on the rice paper, with a loud sound.

This is the sound of the ink pen, and it is very good.

There is ink in the pen, the ink is intentional, the meaning is rhymed, and the rhyme is complete.

Soon, three words were written, corresponding to "Confucianism, Taoism and Buddha", but the three words "fairy, demon and demon".

"I conceded. Wang Wei's breath was closed, and the brushwork was completed in one go.

The three words of fairies and demons are clearly distinguished, and they are branded on rice paper.

The fairy word seems to be a little righteous and awe-inspiring, full of decency, the magic word is weird and inexplicable, as if there is a bad spirit, and the demon word is very treacherous and distorted.

Immortals, demons, and demons, corresponding to Confucianism and Taoism, can be said to be an impact of brushwork.

Looking at the two pictures, Ding Lei stroked his palms and said: "What a fairy and demon, corresponding to Confucianism, Taoism and Buddha, these three words are superior!"

"I believe that you and I have not been able to appear in the real artistic conception, there is no true meaning in the pen, just a false artistic conception, then it is not superior. Zhang Xueyao said with a smile.

Wang Wei pondered for a long time, but he was no longer able to write a handwriting with true meaning.

Ding Lei said: "Then how about I?"

"You are a martial artist, but you can also be educated?" Zhang Xueyao knew that this Ding Lei and Zhang Ren were against each other, and the strength of both of them should not be underestimated.

Could it be that this Ding Rai is also a martial artist with literature?

"You don't have to look at me, my education level is not very high, but I have recently come to an understanding. Ding Lei stepped forward and tentatively walked a dragon and snake trajectory, and the strength was a little more uneven in the handwriting, and it seemed that he could no longer write.

Zhang Xueyao saw this scene at this time and smiled: "If you don't know culture, don't be reckless." ”

"Ding Lei's cultural level is actually not inferior to mine, don't underestimate him. Wang Weidao.

Ding Lei smiled faintly: "Wang Wei doesn't need to lift me, I'll try again." ”

He didn't stick to ordinary handwriting, he was thinking, how to surpass the level of these two, both of them are still far from the "artistic conception", if he can go further, and get a glimpse of the "artistic conception", it will be better than them.

In fact, from [true essence] to [artistic conception] is also a kind of transcendence, Ding Lei now suddenly understands that as long as he tries to "enter martial arts with literature", maybe he can comprehend [artistic conception].

The profundity, vastness, and infinite changes of the "artistic conception" are not comparable to ordinary martial arts, and at this point, you can use the "artistic conception" to control all kinds of martial arts.

One trick is eaten all over the world, probably that's what it means.

Ding Lei pondered for a long time, recalling the bits and pieces of his experience, this way, it was not easy, from the beginning of meeting the "Cangshan Swordsman", he was destined to abandon literature and martial arts, and embarked on a road that he could not believe.

Cangshan Swordsman is equivalent to the first master in his life, the second master is the "Desire Monk", and the third master is "Hailong".

Life needs to be inherited by a teacher, with a master, everything can be done smoothly, and everything will fall into place.

Ding Lei experienced the bitterness and joy of life, he was fixed there, but his heart had already gone away.

It seems that the catastrophe of life and death, the wind and waves, are all shocked, and the heart is swaying.

Ding Lei closed his eyes and felt the sound of phoenixes around him.

The wind came so fast and went so fast, and the people here had different expressions, although they couldn't see it, they could feel it, and they were puzzled, puzzled, or calm.

Ding Lei's eyes closed and gradually opened, his eyes swept over Zhang Xueyao, Zhang Ren, and finally fell on Wang Wei.

"It's a good world, I'm here to sacrifice ugliness. ”

He grabbed the scrapped rice paper, then replaced it with a new one, and suddenly dropped the pen, and the laser electric rain flew down!

All of a sudden, it seems that a world has been drawn.

The world is turned upside down, and an individual's experience seems to be imprinted.

Ding Lei broke through all difficulties, and suddenly shook, and the pen power in his hand was much deeper than before, as if he felt something.

Touched the world of all kinds of people, in the crowd, only his pen power is still alive.

The pen walks the dragon and snake, and he walks not the dragon and snake, but the human heart.

The human heart is the most weird, the human heart is the most unpredictable, as long as the complexity of the human heart is broken, you can break the heavens!

"You are Confucianism, Taoism, Buddha, fairy and demon, but here I am laughing and sad!"

"Laughing and sorrowful?"

Both of them were stunned, and then they felt a surge of emotion.

This emotion, but it seems to be laughter, sadness, and sorrow, three emotions, suddenly brightened, falling in the hearts of the three people.

When they saw this laughing word, they couldn't help laughing, but the next two words made them can't help but feel sad.

The gloom clouds dissipated, and the bitterness and joy followed, and the three of them all changed their moods.

This word has such a charm that it is close to the "artistic conception".

But seeing Ding Lei's last stroke, his own tears filled his eyes, his laughter, his tears, seemed to be brewing, turned into this enthusiasm.

It seems that it is sincerity again, and the heart of sincerity is swirling in his heart.

His internal qi also seemed to have calmed down, there was no longer the previous killing, it seemed to be baptized from the beginning, and his internal qi was also warmed.

A humble gentleman, gentle as jade, that's probably what it means.

Ding Lei laughed loudly: "How about my three words?"

That Zhang Ren took a step forward and said: "This handwriting is no longer a god, but a god, a god, and it is about to reach the artistic conception!

At this time, his eyes were also hazy with tears, as if he remembered his past and the bits and pieces of his experience.

Zhang Xueyao was even more tearful, tears were full of tears, and she wanted to drop.

She said in a daze: "There are ten thousand movements in the immobility, and there are all changes in the unchanged, but there is a smile in the bitterness, and what I see is the living handwriting!"

At this time, Wang Wei was the only one who was not sad, but suddenly, his whole person was blank and felt something.

"This Wang Wei!" Zhang Ren was suddenly shocked, Wang Wei actually entered the martial arts with literature!

He himself didn't enter the martial arts with literature, but the more he saw it, there were masters before, and once he had an epiphany, he was very powerful, and his cultivation was rising at that time.

Ding Lei's sudden brightness and said with a smile: "It's just right to enter the martial arts with literature, it's a good time!"

But seeing that Wang Wei's whole person was bathed in the wind, like a piece of wood, but no one bothered him, this was a good opportunity.