world free fairy

Chapter 45
It was dark.

The leader of Jinhua sits in the cave mansion physically and closes the cave door.

The soul came out of the body, turned into a puff of black smoke invisible to the naked eye, floated to Yang Chen's courtyard and landed.

The black smoke fell to the ground and rolled on the spot, revealing its true form, it was a big boa constrictor several feet in length.

This big boa constrictor is as thick as a bucket, with blood-red snake scales all over its body, its tail is wagging, and black smoke is billowing.

"Over the roof, there is no spiritual light gathering. It seems that this person is not asleep yet!"

"It's just a mortal, but I don't have to wait for him to fall asleep. I went in directly, forcibly destroyed his soul, and then left quickly."

"So as not to alarm the Confucianists in Weicheng."

Confucian scholars, most of them have noble righteousness to protect themselves, are smart and upright, and have a strong soul, which is the nemesis of evil spirits and evil gods.

Taking advantage of the darkness, the boa constrictor turned into a wisp of black smoke, moved with the wind, and slipped into Yang Chen's room through the gap.

At this moment, Yang Chen was looking for a pen, ink, paper and inkstone to write a poem about the charcoal seller.

The first manuscript of the charcoal seller has been given to Mr. Du by him.

If Yang Chen wanted to vote the charcoal seller to Wenbao, he had to write another one.

As soon as you hold the pen in your hand, you will be in harmony with your mind, and the pen will be in harmony with you.

The pen in the hand is as sharp as a sword, with an iron hook and silver strokes, and the pen is like a dragon and a snake.

At this time, Yang Chen had already noticed his own shortcomings.

That is my own font, which is very badly written.

As the saying goes, words are like people.

A scholar without good handwriting is not a qualified scholar.

Therefore, Yang Chen decided to practice good calligraphy.

When he had this idea, the jade plate of good fortune in the back of his mind spun slightly, shining brightly, and filled with haze, making Yang Chen seem to have a halo at the back of his mind.

A lot of knowledge about brush calligraphy fell into Yang Chen's mind.

This knowledge is vast, constantly flickering in Yang Chen's mind.

Yang Chen, who had already written a few lines of the charcoal seller, his eyes froze, and he stood there in a daze, like a marionette, motionless.

A lot of knowledge related to calligraphy flows.

It can be roughly divided into Zheng, Cao, Li, Zhuan, Xing and other forms.
Divided by writing tools: hard pen calligraphy, soft pen calligraphy

Divided by fonts: oracle bone inscriptions, small seal script, large seal script, official script, regular script, cursive script, running script, running script, running cursive script

According to calligraphers: European style, Yan style, Zhao style, Liu style, Shoujin style...

Introduction and skills of regular script, cursive script, running script, Xingkai, cursive, official script, etc.

"Basic strokes", "radicals", "frame structure"...

There are also many copybooks emerging.

"Preface to Lanting Collection", "Cold Food Poems", "General Yunhui Monument"...

Endless copybooks, glowing at the same time.

Yang Chen glanced at these things roughly like he was watching flowers on horseback.

From all kinds of fonts to the copybooks of various calligraphers, he was dizzy and dazzled.

He feels that this knowledge is too much.

He was blindsided by himself.

Looking at regular script is good, looking at running script is also very beautiful and chic.

However, after seeing the cursive script, I feel that the cursive script seems to be very majestic and unrestrained.

For a moment, he didn't know which kind of calligraphy he should be practicing.

In today's Great Zhou Dynasty, the mainstream calligraphy is regular script, followed by large and small seal script. As for running script and cursive script, there are no real masters.

Although there are some calligraphers who, after writing fast, regular script almost turns into Xingkai, but there is still no real master's work that has come out to form a real calligraphy font of Xingkai.

Besides.

The copybooks one by one made Yang Chen unable to start.

Needless to say, the handwriting of calligrapher Wang Xizhi is beautiful.

Yang Chen felt that he should learn from Wang Xizhi's calligraphy.

But Zhao Mengfu's writing is also good, his writing is like flowing clouds and flowing water, and his calligraphy is natural.

Su Shi's calligraphy is also very good.

Yan Zhenqing, Liu Gongquan, Huang Tingjian...

Each of them is written in a heart-wrenching way.

It's all so damn well written.

It's so good, Yang Chen is so reluctant to give up.

And when Yang Chen was intoxicated in the ocean of knowledge of the exquisite calligraphy of various schools, the black smoke from the soul of the Jinhua leader had already floated into the house.

Looking at Yang Chen who was standing still, he let out a silent sneer.

"Don't blame me, who made you offend the Li family, who made your death buy me a dojo, so that I can enjoy the incense of the world..."

"But from now on, your soul will be scattered, and you will no longer have to suffer from reincarnation, and you will no longer have to go through thousands of tribulations and hardships in the world of mortals, but it can be regarded as a meritorious deed I have done."

Killing can be regarded as a virtue.

Only animals can tell.

Looking at Yang Chen.

The black smoke from the Jinhua leader's soul rushed towards Yang Chen.

But at this time.

Behind Yang Chen's mind, it is the halo that manifests, the invisible light shining on the heavens and the world, like a bright lamp, making the world look new, the light of a single lamp pierces the darkness of dawn, and illuminates the way forward for all beings.

It also directly dissipated all the black smoke that the Jinhua leader's spirit had turned into.

Only a ray of the true soul is left, which turns into a small snake coiled into a ball, shrouded in light and unable to escape.

puff!

The real body of the leader of the Golden Flower who was left in the cave, suffered from this injury, his body trembled suddenly, his mouth opened, and a column of blood spurted out, like a sharp arrow, piercing the stone wall of the cave.

Then he fell to the ground, black smoke billowed all over his body, and strands of black smoke emerged from his body.

The wisps of black smoky essence are the Daoist magic power that the Jinhua leader has cultivated for hundreds of years. Note, hard to stop.

There is no magic power.

The leader of Jinhua could no longer maintain his human form.

In the cave, the black smoke dispersed, and a blood-red boa constrictor several feet in length was seen lying on the ground dying.

"This is……"

"This is... this is actually..."

"How? How can this be?"

"I've had the guts of a bear and a leopard, and I dare to find trouble with such a person."

"I did it myself, I can't live."

The spirit of the Jinhua leader stared blankly at the aura that appeared in the back of Yang Chen's mind.

In the cold eyes, there was a look of horror at this moment.

She never thought that such an existence existed in the world.

Such an existence, according to the legend, only appeared in the ancient times.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the legendary existence appeared again. Such a person was born to preach the law and promote the Dao. Such a person can make the world look new, like a lamp, piercing the darkness of dawn, and illuminating all beings the way forward.

The leader of Jinhua was desperate.

She knew that she accidentally attacked such an existence, and when she was illuminated by this person's spiritual light, all her cultivation was lost.

Not to mention the exhaustion of all the Taoism and magic power, the practice in the future will definitely be accompanied by ups and downs along the way, and the luck will not be there.

"People in Confucianism say that there will be a saint in 500 years. I always thought it was a legend, but I didn't expect it to happen."

"This is a person of holiness, a person with great wisdom passed on from generation to generation, who can change fate against the sky!"

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　　By the way, my friend's new book is on loan to Daxia, it's worth reading, it's very well written.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)