One is about the world’s decline, and the other is about the mountain of calligraphy!

This is the way to reach the sacred world that has not been seen in ancient and modern times, and the way of discussing Taoism that transcends historical books.

Jiang Wang did not expect to face Mr. Zi, but he wanted to be "at the top of the world", so naturally "all those who come will come" and there was no reason to pick the opponent. When it comes to "the invincible under transcendence", taking a step back and giving in a little bit is not counted.

"There is the word "Confucian" in the world. Virtue has spread throughout the ages and shows the knowledge in the world. The famous "Shushan" in the world is the ultimate top of the world!"

"Today, Mr. Zi sat down and talked, please tell me about this--"

Jiang Wang held his knees with both hands and lowered his head gently as a gift: "Mr. Jiang... can't say anything."

There are magnificent mountains and rivers in the world, and there are countless famous mountains competing for their beauty. However, those who can be compared with Shushan may be Yujing Mountain, Tianxing Cliff, and Sumeru Mountain.

It is hard to match the world in fame and power.

If Jiang Wang can be on the top of Shushan today, it will be a feat that the original god jumps over Yujing Mountain—

Of course or no one thinks that is a feat.

Yan Sheng arrived at the edge of the tree platform early, Bai Gexiao, Yao Fu, Chen Pu and others came in one after another. After a while, Zen Master Zhaowu, Fu Yunqin and others also walked in... They were all a little silent.

Whether you are close or not, you will always be moved when you see the rising sun shining in the sky.

This towering tree platform, which is like a plateau, has become a new world.

Jiang Wang, who ascended the saint of the Yellow River, and Mr. Zi, who was enfeoffed on earth, made the top prize here.

Unfortunately, there are not many audiences, only a few true masters in the audience.

But people who wait for the result will be in the world.

The Tianxiatai side naturally learned the latest news on Shushan through various ways, but could no longer use the Qiantian Mirror to observe. Mr. Zi was not Yan Chunhui, so he was unwilling to let someone observe his Tao... Even if the emperor of the domineering country could only wait for the final answer.

The people on the river platform are like ants.

Luqiu Wenyue turned a blind eye to the world and devoted herself to writing poems on paper. She did not pay too much attention to those who left Guanhetai. She only used Guanhetai as a long scroll and wrote from time to time.

Bao Xuanjing and Gong Weizhang's Kuiju are still continuing. The entire martial arts stage is covered with formation patterns, and only the corner of their battle is left. The ancient Taoist script spreads outside the pillar of Liuhe, climbing and watching the river stage, and writing a letter of convention.

The viewer has hidden something, and his word says, "The image of Taixu is hanging down, and it is originally cultivated by the people; the Xuanmen establishes a religion, so he seeks to overcome the disaster..."

The eternal writings convey the truth, and Cangjie's strokes enlighten the people's wisdom.

People who have never met each other in ancient and modern times can know each other through words.

On the top of the mountain of calligraphy, Mr. Zi opened his hands, and naturally there were iron painted silver hooks rising from the ground and a waterfall. His calligraphy was unique in the world, and it returned to the truth, and once led an era.

Seeing the name Chengdao, he said: "There is no words to the mountains and rivers, who can rely on the white seal; the years have words, and only borrow the Qingjian--"

A big word flew out of it, called "Heaven"!

What a good word!

The ink is as thick as night, and the edges rise into a mountain.

Horizontal and endless, with endless strokes and strokes.

When it appears, the sky flows and the waves are endless. The waves are articles, which describe the end of heroes and the tragic songs of martyrs. The sky is not a good time for the New Year.

The heroic texts of the ages intertwined into the sky and covered the vast and boundless world.

The inverted sky is a red pen, which is full of powerless things in the world.

"Heroes have been short-lived throughout the ages, and many of them have no destiny, and it is difficult to achieve human affairs. Therefore, it is really a pity to say this!" Mr. Zi sighed!

This Confucian saint is not a celestial being, but understands the principles of the law of heaven.

A word of the word will make the sky fall. This will wrap the body to end the heroic journey—

Of course this can only be regarded as a greeting, a gift from a gentleman before drawing his sword.

This volume of the majestic sky curtain is of course brilliant, but it cannot play a role in Jiang Wang. Some people in the world can compare with Zhenhe today's Zhenhe Zhenjun, but the number of five fingers does not include Mr. Zi who is sitting on the mountain of books.

First rituals and then soldiers are the style of a gentleman.

After all, Jiang Wang was a Duke and Marquis in the Eastern Kingdom, and he did not lack etiquette. After performing the ceremony, he raised his sword finger the moment he looked up.

There was no unnecessary movement, just a process of lifting the sword, the mountain opened for it, and the water divided it - this overturned sky curtain was torn apart.

The stories of heroes in ancient and modern times are scattered into broken words all over the sky, transforming like snow.

It was like tearing a piece of paper and blowing a hair. The sky curtain turned into two pieces of silk, and then scattered into shadows of clouds.

This sword of Feng Qingyun Dan was also a polite person. They exchanged cognitions and established boundaries.

After this finger, the real battle begins.

A tree platform made of brown as iron, and its annual rings are like a life wheel.

After the Xiongwen sky curtain was torn open, another heaven was still vast and boundless, but it was not in the present world.

The Taoist and Tianqian Zhengjun Jiang was temporarily isolated from the power of the Heavenly Dao. He needed to re-understand the world and control the Heavenly Dao again.

A tree is not a tree, and the gentleman is not in front of him.

This person is in a private school, and he smells the fragrance of ink and sees the genius, and is filled with intoxication.

The surging literary spirit is like a cloud, and the sound of writing is like a thunderous sound of striking jade.

"Respect my old age, and the old of others; I am young, and the young of others..."

Jiang Wang sat under him, which was already a square stool, and there was a long table in front of him.

There are young children around them, shaking their heads and reciting scriptures. But they all seem to be seen through a fog mirror, and the flowers in the fog are still graceful, and the people in the mirror are suddenly far away.

He lowered his head - a book spread out on the table with words written on it. Everyone knew it, but they became confused when they were connected, and the more they looked at it, the more dizzy they became.

Jiang Wang’s heart has an enlightenment - it’s the feeling of borrowing one’s body!

I think the child I feel at this moment is not myself. I think he, although Mr. Jiang, is not particularly fond of reading and cannot be considered as a basis for his childhood, because of his diligence, he cannot put it down after he has the conditions. He has read all the classics. Although he is not a genius in reading, he cannot be said to be stupid. Read it a few more times and ask a few more people, and you will always gain something...

Why are you so ignorant now?

As long as he has come into contact with some friendship, who has not been chased by him to ask questions? No matter whether it is a young master of aristocratic family or a grandmaster!

Don’t worry about whether the question is too simple or not, I will ask whether you can teach well or not!

By the time he felt that his hand had picked up the pen without control, and wrote on rice paper, leaving traces crookedly.

He smiled: "If Mr. Zi wants to compete with me for calligraphy, I will not be able to be the leader."

Jiang Wang had already seen the essence of this time segment and understood that this was a certain ring of the year in the mottled years.

Recapture the way of heaven in an instant.

Mr. Zi’s test questions may be on paper, articles, or words, but his answers are written in the way of heaven in this world!

At this moment when he knew the world, the graffiti of children on rice paper became clear, forming two deep traces. He saw that the post was written - "Yushan".

Although the characters are crooked and naive, they are naturally spiritual and are about to emerge. The child who is writing must be a famous calligrapher when he grows up. I just don’t know which person’s life story is. Maybe it’s Mr. Zi?

Where is Yushan? Or what is the reference?

"Haha..." Meng Tong, who was writing, chuckled in a low voice: "Jiang Jun is so modest, your engravings on the Day Monument are all in mind and full of energy!"

Jiang Wang asked with great interest: "What kind of Yihai magic is this?"

He was very curious about how Mr. Zi quietly influenced his consciousness with his current strength of immortal thoughts, modified his perception, and placed him in this ring.

What supports this curiosity is his calmness in mastering the way of heaven. It is his vast and unresolved subconscious sea that connects to the long river of the sky.

In this level of battle, you can still enjoy the scenery!

Meng Tong smiled and said, "Do you know the yellow leaf post?"

"The soldiers and immortals returned to the battle and saw the yellow leaves falling, and thus became the first book in Yang Kingdom. How can those who are interested in writing not know?" Jiang Wang tried his best to be calm and gentle: "The original post is in my hands."

Meng Tong said 'Oh': "Yang Zhen learned from me."

Jiang Wang stopped talking.

Today I am not talking about calligraphy.

Meng Tong continued: "I see the similarity between your writing, but I have not been able to find out the truth and cannot be sure, so I have this question-"

Boom boom boom boom!

The wave roared suddenly like a dragon.

The stormy waves crashed into this place, rushed to the desk, collapsed the square stool, smashing the figures of the reading. This world is overturned!

The sea of ​​subconscious thoughts is vast and boundless, and Jiang Wang walks alone on the sea.

He stood with his hands behind his back: "Sir, don't talk about calligraphy. If you speak lightly, you won't enjoy it. If you speak deeply, I won't understand it - let's have a good time, how about it?"

Mr. Zi's laughter rippled in the sea: "Jiang Jun is so happy! Such vitality makes me envious - I try the sword!"

What is more direct than words is the movement. Jiang Wang walked up and immediately walked like a mirror. The entire subconscious sea will never be able to recover from now on!

Mr. Zi's voice was oppressed by this, and there was also some distortion: "When I was young, I was dull and ambitious to learn, but I could not write and read the book. My teacher thought it was rotten wood, so I left me to practice it in the evening mulberry... Fortunately, an old man taught me a word every day to enlighten me."

Above the mirror water, a boy stood up, holding a wooden sword in his hand, smiling: "It turns out that I am not foolish, but I am born to see the truth, and I am confused by those useless words. It is mediocre people who don't teach me enough, but think I am mediocre."

"In the future, I always thought that when I was young, I would have no distinction and not neglect the wise and foolish."
To be continued...