Mo Lake sometimes has rough waves, sometimes it is calm, and all kinds of amazing phenomena can be seen everywhere emerging from the lake.
In a pavilion on Mo Island, several young scholars looked at Feng Qingyan writing quietly by the lake, with a look of amazement on their faces from time to time.
I saw Feng Qingyan standing under the willow tree by the lake, holding a pen and writing in the void.
Each ink character came to life under the pen, and then turned into life-like cuttlefish, quietly falling into the lake and swimming.
"How long has it been? It's only been a few days. Is the canonization going to be broken?"
A middle-aged scholar sighed.
"It's only been six days, right? The saint's understanding is indeed unparalleled by few in the world, and his talent is unparalleled."
An old man Shujun exclaimed, "How many days has it been since the saint came to Mo Lake?"
On the first day, I stood still by the lake. On the second day, I started to practice calligraphy. On the third day, the ink words under my pen gave birth to a faint breath of life.
Today is the sixth day, and the ink characters turned into cuttlefish and started to swim in the ink lake.
Although it was only a few dozen breaths, it was astonishing enough.
"I heard that when Feng Sheng entered my world of calligraphy, he was only a ninth-rank calligrapher. It only took eight months to break through all the way to a fourth-rank calligrapher. His progress is truly unparalleled."
A young scholar couldn't help but said.
"Not eight months."
The old man Shujun shook his head and said: "It's one month."
"A month?"
Several other scholars were stunned.
"Although it has indeed been eight months since Feng Sheng came to my book world, the last seven months were basically spent in the secret realm of the Jidao Killing Monument. And the first time we saw Feng Sheng was in
Seven months ago, when he was consecrated, he was already a fourth-grade calligrapher."
The old man wrote to you.
"Seven months ago, the canonization was indeed a calligrapher."
Mr. Youshu nodded.
"In just one month, you went from ninth-grade scholar to fourth-grade scholar?" Mr. Youshu was shocked and exclaimed: "Isn't this too amazing?"
“When can a canon not be astonishing and shocking to the world?”
The middle-aged Shujun smiled and said with some helplessness, "The most important thing is that before Feng Sheng came to my book world, he had already obtained the title of Qinjun in Qin City."
"I've also heard of this."
The old man Shujun nodded and said: "I heard that when I was conferred the title of Qinjun, the huge East China Sea was as quiet as a mirror, without any waves."
"This is an exaggeration."
Those who have books say.
"It is indeed an exaggeration, but it also shows that when he was conferred the title of Lord Qin, his vision was astonishing and unmatched by others."
The old man writes to you.
"Hey, the ink characters written by Feng Sheng have lasted for a hundred breaths." At this time, a book king said in surprise, looking at the cuttlefish in front of Feng Sheng, he was amazed, "A hundred breaths have not passed, Feng Sheng has achieved the position of book king.
It’s just a matter of time.”
"You'll be dead so soon?"
"Wasn't it about fifty breaths ago?"
All the calligraphers were a little shocked when they heard the words. They didn't expect that while they were talking, the calligraphy of the saint could be improved.
The longer the cuttlefish is supported, the stronger the life breath in the ink characters.
Generally speaking, as long as the ink characters written in Mo Lake can last for ten thousand years, they will definitely be recognized as kings.
In the bookstore, there are countless calligraphy pictures, but only a few of them can be transformed into cuttlefish.
From one breath to ten thousand breaths, for countless calligraphy and pictures, it is a matter of time and effort.
It takes years, even decades, to complete countless calligraphies, or even a lifetime. But for canonization, it seems to be a blink of an eye.
Therefore, the few Shujuns in Modao Pavilion had to marvel. After all, they were able to obtain the position of Shujun, and they were rare geniuses in the world.
However, it took at least three years of effort to go from one breath to ten thousand breaths.
The longest one took twenty-two years.
By the Mo Lake.
Feng Qingyan wrote for several days and felt a little tired, so he stopped writing and looked at the cuttlefish in the lake. After a while, he looked into the distance, watching various strange beasts rushing out of the ink lake, and carefully felt the breath of the strange beasts.
Rumor has it that the various visions in Mo Lake were left behind by the former Shujun and Shuwang.
Shortly after.
He then returned to the bamboo forest to rest.
At this time, Master Ming and other book kings in the bookstore were able to sustain several breaths of time in the secret realm of the Jidao Killing Monument.
The words "kill" they wrote at this time all contained the most overbearing murderous intent.
It seems that the word "kill" can kill everything.
Feng Qingyan vaguely felt that in less than a year, the strength of the book city would be improved to a higher level. Especially the strength of the book kings and book kings who had entered the secret realm of the Ji Dao Killing Monument might be doubled...
This is very scary!
"Canonization, are you free tomorrow?"
Master Ming heard the news of Feng Qingyan's return and hurried over, looking forward to it: "Please also ask Feng Qingyan to help us enter the secret realm."
Feng Qingyan nodded.
Since I said it could help people enter the secret realm, I naturally wanted to help the bookstore.
Early on the next morning, when the sky had just turned white, all the book kings and book kings in the bookstore came to the fourth monument with the word "killing".
"Canonization."
"Canonization."
When Feng Qingyan arrived, everyone greeted him.
Feng Qingyan smiled and took the people directly into the secret realm without exchanging pleasantries.
In less than a morning, dozens of people were brought in.
This time, even Shujun was able to sustain it for three or four breaths, and the harvest was still huge.
afternoon.
Feng Qingyan came to Mohu again to practice calligraphy.
After practicing calligraphy for a day and a night, his cuttlefish was able to last for more than 150 breaths, but he was not satisfied.
It's not the time that the cuttlefish has supported, but that he still can't integrate his will into the ink characters.
Come this time.
He has been trying to incorporate will into the ink characters, but has failed time and time again.
Moreover, he could not find the reason for the failure.
So keep trying.
It's a pity that his ink characters went from being lifeless to turning into a cuttlefish for more than a hundred breaths, but still achieved nothing.
What exactly went wrong?
Feng Qingyan stopped writing and thought.
Or is it that the realm has not yet reached, so it is impossible to integrate the will?
However, for some reason, he felt that when he attained the position of scribe, he must integrate his will.
A few days later.
He once again entered the secret realm of the Jidao Killing Monument, sat cross-legged in the darkness and watched the Jidao Killing Monument.
"Does a word without will count as having no soul?"
Feng Qingyan thought.
After a moment, he frowned, and it seemed that there was no difference between the integrated will and whether it was the ultimate will. His current will was not bad. He guessed that it was at least the Book King level, and might even be a bit stronger.
As for whether it is the ultimate will, the answer is definitely not.
If so, his will could shatter the Killing Monument in an instant, but he can't do it yet.
wrong.
If it is not the ultimate will, why can we move freely under the ultimate will?
Logically speaking.
Even if it is the ultimate will, it is impossible to move freely under the ultimate will.
So, how did this come back?
Feng Qingyan was very puzzled and found that there were always contradictions. Therefore, he became more and more confused about what level his will was. He thought that he was at the Shujun level, but he could resist the will of the extreme.
He thought it was the ultimate will, but he couldn't crush the killing monument...
Of course, he would not be so arrogant that he would think that he was at the level of the ultimate will.
If it is really the ultimate level of will, why is it so weak?
Shortly after.
He no longer went to understand the will of the Jida, but went to "see" the city of reincarnation and death behind the monument with the word "kill" in the Jida.
What is the relationship between this city of reincarnation and death and the thirteen cities of reincarnation and death deep in the secret realm of Dongshan?
Is it one of them?
Or the fourteenth one?
However, since the owner of the Ji Dao Killing Monument claims to be the Thirteenth Emperor, it is very likely that it is one of the thirteen.
Even the one that didn't produce gray fog.
Twelve Emperors Against Heaven...
The Thirteenth Emperor...
When I am reborn, it will be the time when blood will wash out all the heavens and worlds...
One hundred thousand immortal soldiers...
God bless me in Kyushu...
I will not enter reincarnation and cast my immortal military soul...
The monument at the end of the earth...
At this time, Feng Qingyan closed his eyes, and all kinds of secret things he had seen with his own eyes came to his mind.
However, he still couldn't see clearly. There was always fog blocking his eyes, preventing him from seeing the truth of the world.
actually.
There are too many mysteries to solve in this world.
For example, why did the saints die?
What is behind the gate of heaven, and why can't he enter?
Where do the three fairy mountains at the end of the world of mountains and seas come from?
etc.
Time passed little by little.
The various secrets in his mind still couldn't be connected together, making his mind even more confusing.
He opened his eyes, shook his head, stood up and returned to the book city without thinking again. After coming out of the secret realm, he found that his mind was still a little messy and he had been thinking too much.
He went to relax.
Perhaps, it was precisely because he had thought too much during this period that he was unable to obtain the position of Master Shu.
After walking casually for two days, he returned to Mo Lake and continued practicing calligraphy.
A few days later.
In the pavilion on Mo Island, the few book masters were still observing.
"A thousand breaths away."
A middle-aged scribe sighed, "If we continue at this rate, we will reach Ten Thousand Breaths in less than three months and attain the position of scribe."
"If there are no accidents, it may not take three months."
The old man writes to you.
"It is worthy of being a saint. Even the progress in attaining the title of Shujun can be seen. It really makes people speechless." The young Shujun said, with indescribable amazement and endless envy in his heart.
.
Who in the world wouldn’t want to possess the talent and enlightenment of being a saint?
"Actually, being a master of canonization is quite difficult. Isn't it a lot of pressure to come to An Zhishou?" The middle-aged scholar suddenly thought of An Zhishou. After all, An Xiu is known as the first person among the great Confucians.
His reputation in the world is not small.
But now, he has been surpassed by his own disciples.
"More than small?"
The old man Shujun shook his head.
"I'm afraid it's as big as Tianbi Mountain." The young scholar said, "This is really a lot of pressure. Not ordinary people can bear it. But speaking of it, An Zhishou actually wants to be promoted to a great scholar because of his background.
It shouldn’t be difficult. Why is there still no movement until now? Could it be that you have been staying in the Wenxiang realm?"
"An Zhishou should not be underestimated. I am afraid that when Jin is granted the title of Great Confucian, he will amaze the world."
The old man writes to you.
"good."
Everyone nodded.
Although they were in the King Realm and Anxiu was in the Xiang Realm, they didn't dare to look down upon them.
In the eyes of the world, An Xiu may have taken advantage of the canonization, but they did not think so. After all, An Xiu could have become famous all over the world without being canonized, and became a rare existence in the world...
And at this time.
Lakeside.
Feng Qingyan has been practicing calligraphy quietly, not thinking much about anything else, and focusing on calligraphy.
He didn't care about how many breaths the cuttlefish sustained, nor did he deliberately integrate his will. After all, being deliberate was useless.
All he could see was practicing calligraphy.
Write it down one word at a time.
At some point, a sentence came into his mind: words are like the person they are.
For a lonely person, the distance between words is extremely small; for a bold person, the font size is larger and the strokes are stretched; for a vain person, the pen pressure is unstable and the character shape is erratic; for a laissez-faire person, the handwriting is like a flying dragon and a phoenix...
He shook his head and realized that was not the case.
The word is like its person, that is, the word is me, and I am the will...
At this moment, Feng Qingyan stopped and stood still for a long time, like a wood carving and clay sculpture.
Then write the word "I".
When "I" was born in mid-air, it turned into a giant whale and fell into the Mo Lake, which made the Shujun in the Mo Island Pavilion stunned for a moment.
"Characterized whale?"
"Isn't this possible only if you are not Shujun? Why can you be canonized..."
Several calligraphers were all astonished, shocked by the word "I".
The giant whale entered the lake and immediately set off huge waves. Wherever it passed, countless ink characters retreated, making the calligraphers practicing calligraphy by the ink lake stunned.
Who is causing trouble?
Many writers think so.
After all, the giant whale disturbed them and prevented them from practicing calligraphy calmly.
"The word is me, the word is the will..."
Feng Qingyan murmured and wrote the word "I" again, and another giant whale entered the lake, causing a huge wave.
At this time, in the eyes of others, Feng Qingyan's writing gave birth to giant whales, causing huge waves.
But within a moment, the calligraphers discovered that the Mo Lake, which was only a ten-mile radius, was actually crowded with giant whales. The other Mo characters were squeezed out of the living space, and countless visions were shattered under the breath of the giant whale...
At this moment, except for Feng Qingyan, almost all the writers were forced to stop writing.
One by one stood up and glared angrily.
But when he saw that it was Feng Sheng, his anger quickly subsided, but he was a little excited and said: "Feng Sheng is going to achieve the position of scribe?"
"Such a vision, I'm afraid it's almost over."
"The life breath of this giant whale is too strong. I'm afraid it's no worse than Shu Xiang. It's really hard to believe that it was written by Shu Xiang."
And at this time.
Many book readers in the bookstore were alarmed and ran out of their houses to watch.
"Tsk, tsk, this kind of sight is really rare to see in a hundred years. How many giant whales are these? The breath of life is really too strong."
Countless readers are amazed.
On Mo Island, many book kings and book kings heard the sound and walked out of the book hall. They were stunned when they saw the giant whales filling the lake.
"This ink whale is quite big." Master Ming said in surprise, "Boss Chen, how many ink whales did you turn into when you became the scribe? And how big was it?"
Chen Yan acted as if he didn't hear anything. Compared with the giant whale with a face full of faces, wasn't he looking for a slap in the face?
After a moment, Master Ming was stunned, his eyes widened slightly, and then he carefully felt the giant whales in Mo Lake and found that their life breath was too powerful.
This shouldn't be something that can be written in a book.
Even ordinary calligraphers may not be able to write ink characters with such a powerful breath of life. It seems that the ink characters contain a very light and special breath.
It seems to be will.
Isn't it?
Master Ming was shocked.
Could it be that the ink characters of the canonization actually incorporate will?