One month, another month of trials officially ended.
All the venerable mansions were very busy, and Zhuo Bufan had handed over all the affairs to Jiang Rushi. He was very idle and did not practice martial arts. He went to the top of the mountain to sit every day, and then returned to the study.
The study room was closed and stayed for one day, sometimes for two days.
King Yu and Luo Yu'er were busy practicing, and their qualifications were very average. If Zhuo Bufan hadn't opened a small door for them, he would probably not even be able to get in the main gate of the Star Alliance. Now he can join the Star Alliance. Although the two were happy, they also knew that they needed to practice hard.
In the study, an old red sandalwood table was placed in the center. The red sandalwood was specially made by Zhuo Bufan instructed Jiang Rushi to find someone. It was smooth and clean, and there were no fancy patterns carved, which was very ancient and grand.
Zhuo Bufan's arm was hanging in the air, holding a wolf's hair, dipped ink in a square of ink, and sprinkled with bright ink.
The long white silk paper is placed on the table, and everything is exactly the same as on the earth. In the past few days, he not only goes to the mountains to see the scenery and thinks about problems every day, but also goes back to the study to write.
His heart slowly calmed down, and his state of mind became a little different, especially quiet.
Realm is a very mysterious thing. Unlike the power of stars and the perception of laws, it can directly provide the strength improvement that can be "visible and tangible", but Zhuo Bufan knows that realm is the most difficult thing to become a strong person.
It is very contradictory to say that, such as some overlords recorded in ancient history books on Earth, such as the overlord Xiang Yu, who was so bold that he committed suicide in his life but ended up committing suicide in Wujiang. For example, Qin Shihuang Ying Zheng, who unified the six kingdoms and achieved supreme hegemony, and was favored forever. Like Cao Cao, I would rather let the world down than let the world down, and I would leave my articles to future generations to talk to future generations.
If these overlord figures are placed in the universe, what if they are allowed to grow in the Xuanjie Sect, what if they are the Star Alliance? Will they still achieve hegemony and be famous for all eternity?
This is a difficult thing to determine, but the only thing that can be confirmed is that these people have realms, and without that realm, they cannot do such a shocking thing.
"The realm is mysterious!"
Zhuo Bufan finished his pen and saw four-line poems written on silk paper. His handwriting was vast and had a charm. He was also at the level of a master calligrapher when he was placed on the earth.
"The beauty rolled up the bead curtain and sat deep in her eyebrows. But she saw the tears wet, and she didn't know who she hated."
This poem is a five-character quatrain by the poet Li Bai.
Zhuo Bufan put down his brush and sighed softly. He thought that when he first went to Ye Ziqin's house, he often saw Ye Ziqin sitting alone in the study room late at night. When he was tired late at night, he fell asleep on the desk. His soft cheeks had tears. At that time, he was too cowardly and incompetent, and he drank and gambled with friends all day long.
For half a month.
Zhuo Bufan just lived like this, sometimes drinking, sometimes reciting poetry, and more often sitting alone in the study to practice calligraphy.
Jiang Rushi, Luo Yuer, and King Yu saw it all, and didn't know what Zhuo Bufan's purpose was to do this, because these things had nothing to do with cultivation.
The universe is large and vast, but there are very few people who belong to the Dharma-Ending Planet like the earth. In that Dharma-Ending Planet, there are scenes of Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, and hundreds of schools of thought. There are so many heroes of all ages and stories of deep affection and resentment. There are no such things on other planets.
Other planets only have to practice, kill, survive. As for the time-consuming, it is even more impossible for ordinary people to spend their entire lives writing.
By practicing calligraphy, Zhuo Bufan felt that his mood had never been as calm as he is now.
January passed in a hurry.
On this day, Zhuo Bufan returned to the study from the small hills in the backyard as usual.
In the study, the rosewood table is covered with snow-white silk paper, and Jiang Rushi will change the things here in person every day.
Jiang Rushi was also very strange. She now knew those words. Zhuo Bufan directly used his divine thoughts to transmit a lot of knowledge to her, which surprised her. She had walked through many planets and had never seen such a way of practice as the earth. Instead, there was no way to practice.
Of course, Jiang Rushi is not stupid, but is very smart. After understanding some knowledge of the earth, his eyes look different when he sees Zhuo Bufan's words. Every time Zhuo Bufan practices calligraphy, he will read it and feel a different atmosphere contained in those copybooks.
Unlike the "Swordsman" written by Zhuo Bufan last time, it was so murderous.
Some copybooks made her feel calm, while others made her feel sad as she looked at them, and tears couldn't stop flowing, making him miss his husband.
today.
Zhuo Bufan was about to write again, so he took a deep breath, dipped his pen ink, and suddenly became stunned.
During this period, what he wrote was either a poem about love or a lyric, or a lyric, or just a vent of the longing and guilt in his heart.
"In the past, my mother was bullied and Ye Ziqin was bullied. I just wanted to have some ability to make those who bully them regret avenge them, and use their own strength to protect them. Now that I have a high level of cultivation, do I still have this kind of 'small family' thoughts in my heart?"
"Scholars say that self-cultivation, management of the family, governance of the country, and peace of the world. I can't do it. Although Ye Ziqin has not been found, she has also met and has the opportunity to take her back to her. What will my next state of mind?"
"If you want to become a strong man, you should have the whole world?"
Zhuo Bufan let out a breath, his eyes became sharper, and then a sense of pride spread in his chest, the brush in his hand shaking, the iron-painted silver hook, every word is vigorous like a dragon, like a cloud of clouds and a dragon, and a passionate passion on the battlefield rippled on the tip of the pen...
"The anger is rushing to the crown, and the rain stops at the railing... Thirty fames, dust and soil, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon."
"The Jingkang shame is dangerous, and the hatred of the ministers will be destroyed..."
It actually wrote the lyrics of Yue Fei, a general of the Song Dynasty. In ancient history, Yue Fei was one of the most tragic heroes. As the ink in his hand was poured out, Zhuo Bufan also felt angry and full of passion, completely suppressing the sorrow of lovesickness.
Finish the pen!
Zhuo Bufan's face was rosy, his mood changed, he became more open and full of passion.
In the divine sea, the golden villain surrounded by various laws suddenly opened his eyes like a reduced version of Zhuo Bufan. His eyes were shining with dazzling golden light, becoming energetic, as if he had come alive.
As the golden villain woke up, the various laws surrounding him immediately boiled. The golden villain seemed to be able to pull these laws at any time and completely suppress them.
In an instant, the study room was filled with golden light like a tide, and a red and golden beam of light rushed over the study room to thirty thousand miles of the sky! Illuminating the Wugen Star Sea!
Luo Yuer saw it.
The King of Rain saw it.
Jiang Rushi saw it.
All the venerables saw it, and the Taoist lord also saw it...
"Young Master, you've broken through the star domain level!" Jiang Rushi shouted, tears flowing down his face. (To be continued)