Rune

Chapter 9
Along the way, Xie Qingwan was almost surrounded by the people and classmates back to the school, the congratulatory voices did not stop for a moment, she discovered for the first time that happiness can also be tiring.While being happy, she thought of that declining figure again, and felt a little uncomfortable.

Finally, a group of people came to the gate of the school.

"I don't know if sir is back."

"Yes, Senior Sister Xie is able to enter the Dao of Talismans. This is great news. After hearing this, the teacher probably won't be able to sleep for three days."

Xie Qingwan thought of the teacher's usual appearance of "enlightening the Talisman" and couldn't help smiling wryly, then walked to the door of the school and pushed it.

The door didn't open.

"Huh?" She froze, then knocked again.

Soon, the old man who was watching the door opened the door a crack and stuck out his head.

"Uncle, why are you closing the door?"

"Sir is gone."

"Go away?"

"Yeah." The old man nodded: "Sir, today's class is suspended and it's a holiday."

".?" Everyone's faces were confused

Because of the protection of the city wall, the people could not feel the harshness of the wind and sand inside the city, but when they left the city, the strong Gobi wind that swept hundreds of miles almost broke their bones.

In a crevice between rocks, two figures stood in the middle.

In fact, the word "stand" cannot be used, and "dangyou" is more appropriate.

The gap between the rocks is like a natural passage prepared for the strong wind. The airflow blows straight along the straight gully, sweeping the surrounding sand and soil, at a speed of ten times faster, howling, and the stones are blown into the sky , hit the rock wall back and forth, dense like a shower, sending out a roaring echo.

The two of them stood at the place where the wind was strongest, their bright red dresses danced wildly against the wind, and Xu Baiyan's school uniform was blown violently.

"Sister Zhusha, what are you doing here?" Xu Baiyan couldn't help asking, shielding himself from the strong wind.

Zhu Sha picked up a red wine gourd. I don't know what material it is made of. Anyway, when she came to Yucheng, she hung it around her waist. After five years of use, it is still bright. As long as she is not in class, her wine gourd Almost inseparable.

After taking a sip of wine, she took it for granted, "Writing."

"Writing? This...how do you write this?"

"Don't worry about it, write first." Zhu Sha said.

"I didn't bring a pen."

"The pen moves only when the person holds the pen, so the pen is an extension of the human being. When all the people are here, why do you care if the pen is there or not?"

"Uh..." Xu Baiyan was taken aback. It was the first time he heard this theory. Although it seemed to make sense, why was it so awkward.

"Then do I have to write with my fingers?"

"Okay."

Xu Baiyan was helpless, and stretched out a finger in the wind. He practiced calligraphy day and night in these years, and once practiced the technique of holding a pen for a whole month, so this finger stretched out, like a sword fixed in the air .

"Write it."

"No paper, where do I write?" Xu Baiyan asked again, the wind was howling, and when he opened his mouth, he was filled with wind and sand.

"The pen is the extension, the ink is the medium, and the paper is the carrier. How can writing require so many foreign objects? The sky is the paper, and the wind and sand are the inkstone. Standing in this wind, you are a pen. Just write, just in this wind write in."

"Huh? Just write in the air like this?"

"Yes, but the shape of the body must not be scattered, the strokes of the brush must not be chaotic, and the strength must not be weak. When the wind comes, you have to carry the wind, and the gravel will hurt you, and the meaning of the brush must not be broken."

"Then what do you write?"

""The Long Slaughter""

"What?!" Xu Baiyan was startled.

Usually, he writes some simple characters, some with only one stroke, and some with only two or three strokes.

And this "Wanli Longtu" is not a short poem or song, but a long war poem with more than ten thousand words. According to legend, it was written by a certain general named [Bai] when he suppressed Huangquan in the south more than 200 years ago. Writing, in the process of writing this long poem, that man led tens of thousands of Qin troops to fight in Huangquan, and he saw so many lives and deaths, blood dyed the ice, snow and frozen soil under his feet red for thousands of years.

"What? Too much?" Zhu Sha asked.

"It's not a question of whether I dislike it or not, but that there are really too many of them. If I put all my energy into each stroke according to the writing method you requested, it may take ten days and ten nights to write." Xu Baiyan scratched his head. Scratching his head, he said, "It's not that I'm afraid of being tired, but that if I write like that, I will definitely have to eat and drink, but once I eat, my writing will be broken."

Zhu Sha listened to Xu Baiyan's words, smiled and said, "You don't need to write word by word."

"What do you mean?"

"Since you can use your finger as a pen, you can naturally use other places, your hands, feet, arms, elbows, shoulders, knees, thighs, all places can be used as pens, two pens to write, that is It’s been five days and five nights, and if you write with four pens, the time can be halved again, so if you look at it this way, you may be able to write the entire "Thousand Miles of the Long Tu" in a few hours."

"How can you do such a calculation?"

"Do you want to learn talismans?"

"Of course I do."

"Then do as I said." Zhu Sha said casually: "Continue to attend classes during the day, and come here to write poems at night. It's qualified."

Xu Baiyan smiled wryly in his heart, thinking, this is too difficult.

But it was just difficult, not impossible, so his tenacious temperament actually directly accepted this almost inhumane cultivation technique.

"But, Sister Zhu Sha, don't you want to teach me how to write talismans? I can become a talisman teacher just by copying poems here?" Xu Baiyan asked.

The strong wind howled for a moment, skipped the valley, and brought out bursts of huge neighing like wild animals.

Sister Zhu Sha was still lazy, raised the wine gourd, and took another sip.Xu Baiyan suddenly thought that for so many years, this teacher seemed to have been wearing this eye-catching red dress, never changed it, but it was always clean as if it had just been washed.

"Of course." She said, then thought for a while, and added: "And you don't want to be like those old stubborn ones, holding on to ideas from thousands of years ago and just not letting go."

"What do you mean?"

Sister Zhu Sha leisurely opened her eyes, which had been careless until now, and smiled sweetly:
"You have to remember.

You are not a talisman master. You are a talisman."

(End of this chapter)