Chapter two hundred and ninety-four: one word is like a sword
This question is really easy to answer. Not only Rick, I am afraid that everyone in the Snow Dance Legion knows about the Sword Emperor's movements now.
The Sword Emperor didn't make any moves, he simply couldn't stay calm anymore.
"He didn't do anything."
Rick thought carefully and said: "Currently, His Majesty the Sword Emperor is very leisurely every day, drinking tea and wine. In addition, he spends most of his time practicing calligraphy."
"Practice calligraphy?"
Li Tianlan's eyes were dazed for a moment.
Rick nodded, as if something suddenly occurred to him, and then said: "Ah, by the way, His Majesty asked the Snow Dance Corps to prepare two sets of Hanfu for him yesterday. It is a very strange request."
Li Tianlan said nothing.
The Higashishima kimono is similar to the Hanfu, with a wide robe and wide sleeves, but the latter is more complicated and gorgeous than the kimono, and it is also more sophisticated.
On the eve of Li Huacheng's visit to Ulan Kingdom, Wang Tianzong wanted to wear this ancient costume. In a sense, it was tantamount to expressing his position that he was still attached to Zhongzhou. This kind of statement was very vague, but Li Huacheng would definitely be happy to see it.
Li Tianlan thought about it casually, but didn't pay much attention to it. He just asked: "What did he write?"
"have no idea."
Rick shook his head, a little helpless.
Now the whole world knows that Wang Tianzong was imprisoned by Li Tianlan in the Presidential Palace of Ulan Kingdom, but only the Ulan Kingdom dare not think so. Everyone at home and abroad in Ulan, including the Snow Dance Army, is polite and respectful to Wang Tianzong.
, what Wang Tianzong wrote, he is unwilling to publicize it, does anyone really dare to read it?
Li Tianlan leaned on the sofa and lit a cigarette, muttering something about calligraphy practice and Hanfu, and suddenly asked: "Are you sure he only got a few sets of ancient costumes?"
"Sure."
Rick spoke without hesitation.
Wang Tianzong's purchase of ancient costumes through the Snow Dance Corps was immediately brought to his desk. In the past twenty years, Ulan Kingdom and Central Continent have always been at odds. Naturally, there is no market for the so-called ancient costumes in Central Continent, and Rick is still the trustee.
He purchased it from Aimiya and carefully inspected it several times before handing it over to Wang Tianzong. He personally took over everything and saw it delivered to Wang Tianzong with his own eyes. There could be nothing else in between.
Li Tianlan took a puff of cigarette and fell into deep thought.
He completely put aside the matter of ancient costumes. All he was thinking about was why Wang Tianzong wanted to practice calligraphy.
His thoughts continued to wander far away, thinking of the Li family, the Lin family, the Wang family of Beihai, and even more than twenty years ago.
When he was at the border of Zhongzhou, Li Honghe asked him to practice calligraphy every day from childhood to adulthood, and even before he left.
A worn-out writing brush fell on the yellowed white rice paper, and every stroke was like sword light.
But this is not Lee's path.
Li's sword, the Twenty-Four Heavy Sword, only wants the sword energy to be so sharp that it can shatter the sky.
This is also not the path of the Beihai Wang family. The martial arts power of the Beihai Wang family exploded instantly, making them unrivaled in the world.
But now Wang Tianzong is practicing calligraphy.
Every move made by the Sword Emperor of Central Continent will not be meaningless.
The Lin clan began to become clearer in his mind, and he thought of Lin Youxian's attack in front of him.
The martial arts of the Lin clan and the Li clan are in the same vein, but they are different. The same God of War picture, the same twenty-four swords, the Li clan's heavy sword, and the Lin clan's heavy meaning.
It wasn't until Li Tianlan traveled thousands of miles for three years that he understood the meaning of Li Honghe's desire to practice calligraphy on his own. His sword intention became flawless during the three years of travel, and the starting point for everything was that worn-out writing brush.
To practice calligraphy is to practice swordsmanship.
Wang Tianzong is accumulating his sword power.
Li Honghe understood the emphasis of Lin Clan's martial arts, and Wang Tianzong naturally understood it too.
Continue the sword's will to encompass everything.
Wang Tianzong has truly reached the final step of breaking through.
Li Tianlan suddenly felt a little cold inside.
He looked out the window and was silent for a long time without speaking.
"Your Highness...do you want..."
Rick coughed dryly and hesitated.
"Need not."
Li Tianlan shook his head: "You don't need to pay attention to the Sword Emperor's affairs from now on."
"How about that?"
Rick stood up subconsciously.
"It's useless to pay attention. Just wait."
Li Tianlan stood up and walked to the study, calmly saying: "Wait until he leaves on his own."
Rick's mind went blank for a moment, and he asked instinctively: "Where are you going, Your Highness?"
Li Tianlan did not look back, but said calmly: "I also practice calligraphy."
He pushed open the study door and walked in.
The pretty Dongcheng Ru had already woken up. He blinked his clear eyes and said, "Want to practice calligraphy?"
Li Tianlan looked at him, smiled, and said softly: "Prepare paper and pen."
He should have thought of this method long ago.
He vaguely knew this method when he wrote down the three words Donghuang Palace in Sky Academy.
It was only now that Wang Tianzong reminded him that he recalled it.
Use the pen as a sword and condense the sword's will.
It is to hide the sword and also to raise the sword.
This may be the only way for him to take his already flawless swordsmanship further.
Dongcheng Rushu quickly prepared pen and paper and stood next to Li Tianlan to polish the ink with his own hands.
Her body carried a very light fragrance, and her expression was extremely focused.
The sound of wind and rain reached my ears.
Li Tianlan stood in front of the table with his pen in hand, as if he were holding a sword, and a line of sword intent condensed from his wrist to the tip of the pen.
Li Tianlan looked at the paper in front of him quietly, his eyes were as calm as the deep starry sky.
at the same time.
In the only intact room in the presidential palace, Wang Tianzong is also practicing calligraphy.
He was wearing a dark-colored Hanfu, with fluttering skirts and flying sleeves, but his hand holding the pen was unusually stable and never trembled at all.
A complete room, white paper, solemn ink, dark ancient clothes, and a tall and straight figure.
Everything seems to have become one invisibly, and everything in the world is gently swaying with the pen in Wang Tianzong's hand.
Everything finally turned into a sword.
Incomparably solemn and solemn.
A few hundred words appear on the paper, one stroke at a time.
Wang Tianzong's handwriting is not beautiful, nor can it even be said to be particularly neat, but every horizontal and vertical line has a power that is awe-inspiring and even submissive.
This kind of power is not sharp, but heavy enough to crush everything in an instant.
His eyes were focused and serious.
Put pen to paper.
The last word.
at the same time.
Li Tianlan's pen crossed the paper.
The first word.
An extremely violent sword energy flew up in an instant as Li Tianlan put down his pen, and expanded to the entire study, layer upon layer, mysterious and unpredictable.
Winter suddenly entered the study room.
Dongcheng Ru, who was standing next to Li Tianlan, moved uneasily. Nothing in her sight changed, but vaguely, it seemed as if the entire space was gradually condensing.
The sword energy became more fierce and severe with the stroke of the pen tip.
Lin Fengting, who was meditating, opened his eyes directly.
He glanced around blankly for a week, and finally saw Li Tianlan behind the desk.
This scene was too familiar to him.
His pupils suddenly shrank.
Li Guansheng also woke up.
Everyone's eyes fell on the rice paper in front of Li Tianlan.
That was his first word.
simple.
There is only one horizontal line, which is one.
What no one knows is that in the Presidential Palace, Wang Tianzong's last words were equally simple.
There is only one horizontal line, which is also one.