Ji Danhuang smiled: "I just think that this character is carved on a cliff with a sword, so I chose it." ”

For swords, Ji Danhuang likes them from the bottom of his heart, and sometimes he even feels that he seems to be a martial arts master who makes swords in his last life. Especially when holding the sword, the feeling of familiarity like an old friend is even stronger. He even had some doubts that the sword would follow him since his previous life.

Yang Tianshu said: "Since you have chosen, it means that you have a relationship with this font, so I will teach you this." Come, take the pen I gave you, and I'll teach you the basics of thin gold first. ”

"Huh, use it?"

Ji Danhuang pointed to the brush on the table, with a slight fear in his eyes. With his own strength, he will not be able to control this magic pen so lightly now, just writing his name before, he was already so tired that his wrist was cramping. If you use it to write a few more words at this time, then your hand will be swollen!

Yang Tianshu smiled: "Yes, just use it." It's heavy, but once you're used to it, you'll use that force, and you won't feel heavy. But if you can't get used to this pen and use it to defend against the enemy in the future, you will inevitably hurt yourself first, then you will be really violent with this pen. ”

Good things must always be able to be used so that they are not wasted. If you just keep that good thing and can't use it well, then it's better not to do it.

Ji Danhuang looked at the magic pen, and really felt that if he couldn't use it, it would be really a waste, and it would be useless to keep it in his hands, and it was no different from a piece of scrap metal. No way. In order to prevent this good thing from becoming a waste in his own hands, he had to make a bitter face, take up the Nine Dragons Trick Immortal Method, and grab the pen in his hand.

Isn't it just a brush! I can't help it!

Ji Danhuang grabbed the brush tightly, and looked at death with a face: "Uncle Ninth Master." Come on, I'm ready!"

Looking at Ji Danhuang's posture, Yang Tianshu couldn't help but laugh: "Silly nephew, are you going to write like this? Then you're not going to be tired to death." Come here, I'll teach you how to use this brush first, and hold it like you do. Sooner or later, I will be exhausted to death by myself. ”

At that moment, Yang Tianshu told Ji Danhuang the correct way to use this brush, and taught him how to infuse the aura into the brush and how to hold the pen with qi. Ji Danhuang tried a few times according to the method taught by Yang Tian, and sure enough, he felt that this brush was much lighter than before.

How to use this brush. It's somewhat similar to Edgeworth, so Ji Danhuang learns it quickly, and after practicing for half an hour, he can initially master how to use it. But even so, Ji Danhuang still felt that this item was still a little heavier.

After getting Ji Danhuang familiar with the feel, Yang Tianshu began to teach Ji Danhuang little by little the basics of pen movement, how to write, how to turn, and how to close the pen. Teach in detail and meticulously, and pour your own strength into the pen to control the pen to write. Let Ji Danhuang better feel the change in the power of the pen.

After teaching like this all morning, Ji Danhuang tried to write a few words by himself, but he didn't have the feeling of fairy wind at all, but looked like an insect crawling over, ugly to death.

Ji Danhuang couldn't help but sigh, this thin gold word. It's really hard to practice!

However, this morning's study was not without gain. After lunch. When Ji Danhuang practiced swordsmanship outside the house, he would always recall the feeling when the ninth uncle, Yang Tianshu, wrote the thin gold body. That stroke is extremely powerful. It's as if what is in Yang Tianshu's hand is not a brush, but a sharp sword.

Recalling Yang Tilt's bearing when he put down the pen, as well as the strength of Yang Tilt's pen movement that he realized from the pen, Ji Danhuang's sword swinging action couldn't help but change slightly, and began to unintentionally learn from Yang Tilt's way of writing when he wrote. In an instant, the aura released by Ji Danhuang when he swung his sword also changed slightly, becoming more powerful, but it also lost a little bit of the kind of anger contained in the swordsmanship.

As soon as his mind moved, Ji Danhuang turned over and jumped up the cliff, and in the waving of the long sword brush in his hand, stone chips flew everywhere, but it was the first chapter written in the morning when he practiced writing and engraved it on the stone wall. After the last word was written, Ji Danhuang turned over and jumped, landed lightly on the ground, and turned around to look at the stone wall.

I saw that on the stone wall, the four lines of inscription are clearly visible, and in each stroke, there is a peculiar power and rhyme. Ji Danhuang looked up at the lines he wrote, and always felt that the rhyme contained in the words seemed to be particularly familiar.

Is that...... Sanqing Sword Intent...... It seems to be a little bit like. But I obviously carved these four lines of words casually just now, and I didn't use the Sanqing swordsmanship!

Ji Danhuang was wondering to himself, when he suddenly heard the sound of stroking his palm behind him, and when he turned around, he saw that the ninth uncle, Yang Tianshu, had already stood behind him at some point.

Yang Tianshu looked up at the words between the stone walls and said with a smile: "Senior nephew, look at your words, there is a faint trace of Sanqing sword intent, it seems that you have appreciated some of the true meaning of Sanqing swordsmanship." ”

"Sanqing Sword Intent?" Ji Danhuang couldn't help but feel a little surprised, "In those words, there is really Sanqing Sword Intent? But I just wrote it casually! ”

"No, no, no, it's not only by using the Sanqing Sword Technique that you can express the Sanqing Sword Intent. Yang Tianshu smiled and waved his hand, "Sword intent is the essence of a set of swordsmanship, and sword moves are just external forms. When a set of swordsmanship is practiced to the extreme, only the sword intent is left and there is no so-called sword move. Each sword is stabbed out differently from the swordsmanship record, but the meaning and rhyme contained in it cannot be separated from the category of swordsmanship after all. ”

These words made Ji Danhuang stunned, what "seems to be a move but not a move, but it is a move", his head was big when he heard it.

Isn't a sword move a sword move, isn't it a plausible one?

Seeing Ji Danhuang's dazed face, Yang Tianshu knew what he said, but he didn't understand it at all. I don't explain much at the moment, I just tell Ji Danhuang and remember what I said, maybe when I figure it out, then there will be a big gain.

Ji Danhuang nodded, and carefully recalled Yang Tianshu's words in his heart, but he still couldn't understand it, so he kept it in his heart first and continued to practice the sword.

Although he couldn't fully understand Yang Tianshu's words, he also knew that the first half of the sentence was praising his swordsmanship for his improvement, and he couldn't help but be happy and practice more energetically. (To be continued)