I have a role in the heavens

"interesting!"

Zhao Wuhao's body was extremely strong, as if he were indestructible. He carried the Sumeru Mountain on his shoulders and took steps. With every step he took, his feet sank into the ground. The heaven and earth shook. He walked towards the sermon step by step. As he walked towards the leader, a strong momentum pressed against the leader, causing his expression to change drastically.

"In the magical realm of the Heavenly Demon, you have an immortal body, and you actually practiced the Demon Sect's techniques!"

"There are thousands of avenues, regardless of good or evil, they are all for my use!"

Zhao Wuhao didn't take it seriously. In his opinion, Buddhism, Demon Sect, Academy, and Taoism were all the same, with different paths leading to the same destination. In the end, they all formed their own world, ranking with Haotian.

The expression of the lecturer became more solemn and solemn, his long silver eyebrows kept fluttering, his lips were slightly opened, and he chanted another Buddhist sutra. This time, he spoke very slowly, but every word was like thunder, and extremely stern!

"I have heard that, with the power of samadhi, all the mountains, trees, grass, trees, and land in the Jantilan Realm are turned into seven treasures, so that all the people can see for themselves, and they can all listen to and receive the wonderful Dharma in front of the Buddha."

“As you think about it, you may see yourself in blue, yellow, white, purple, red, or black, or you may see it like wind, or you may see it like fire, or you may see it like emptiness, you may see it like the inflammation of hot weather, or you may see it like water, or you may see it look like water. The water foam may look like a mountain, some may look like Sakyamuni, some may look like flowers, some may look like Garuda, some may look like stars, some may look like elephants, some may look like wild foxes!”

The Buddha's words resounded like thunder across the heaven and earth, constantly exploding in the air, making people suddenly feel frightened and uneasy. The weeds on the ground broke and fell, and the sky was filled with colorful luster!

Countless breaths of heaven and earth come from all directions, carrying dust and wind, breaking trees and frightening beasts. The wind and dust come here, and they converge towards the Buddhist country where the sermon is the first place.

The clouds in the sky seemed to feel the terror of the Buddha's words in the first part of the sermon, and began to stir uneasily. The gray clouds were rolling and agitated very violently. It looked like there were thousands of black snakes writhing inside. Occasionally, the clouds were torn apart and cracks were briefly exposed, and the sunlight came through those cracks. It falls and is scattered into countless colors and twisted into countless shapes.

The colors of those skylights fall in the surrounding void, either green, white or black. In the eyes of practitioners, those skylights that are twisted into countless shapes are extremely frightening. In Zhao Wuhao's mind and consciousness, those skylights have turned into The Buddhist sage holding the vajra turned into a fierce and flaming ancient god, and turned into countless formations coming towards him!

Zhao Wuhao knew that this was not an illusion, nor the spiritual world of the lecturer, but the real breath of heaven and earth. It was the leader of the lecturer who, with the supreme power of Buddha, made the breath of heaven and earth look like gods and Buddhas all over the sky!

Every ancient mythological king has supreme divine power, every legendary Buddha of the Buddhist sect has supreme Buddha power, and every star has the unshakable power of heaven and earth!

Zhao Wuhao raised his head, looked at the violently rolling black clouds, looked at the seven-color luster falling from the sky, the ancient gods and Buddhas, like rain stars, shouted.

"The son is silent and his strange power confuses the gods."

The Master was silent. The silver eyebrows of the lecturer lowered his eyebrows. A blood-red color suddenly flashed across his old face, and the Buddha's words suddenly stopped! With his strange power and chaos, every time Zhao Wuhao said a word, a mouthful of blood vomited out from the lecturer's seat. When Zhao Wuhao said four words in a row, he vomited blood four times!

The face of the leader of the lecturer became extremely pale, like a clean snow field that no one had ever seen before, but the monk's robe was stained with bright red blood, like blossoming snow-red plum blossoms, blooming to their heart's content, extremely beautiful.

When Zhao Wuhao finished speaking these words, the clouds above Chang'an City suddenly stopped. The violent clouds that were tearing and tearing were squeezing together in horror, and the gaps that had spread out suddenly closed.

No trace of skylight could penetrate the clouds and fall to the ground. The colorful colors disappeared instantly, and the heaven and earth returned to their original appearance. The giant elephants and wild foxes made by the Buddha's majesty let out several wail-like calls, scattered into countless light spots, and disappeared into the sky. In the sky, the legendary Buddhist sages holding golden pestles, the saintly kings and other figures in ancient myths, and the stars falling like rain were instantly shattered without a trace!

Without saying a word, the strange power confuses the gods, and the gods and Buddhas of the gods retreat!

With just one word, all the gods and Buddhas in the sky can be dissipated, the Buddhist kingdom is shattered, and the head of the lecture hall can vomit blood and be seriously injured. What kind of divine power this is, what kind of magical means, if spread, it will definitely make Zhao Wuhao famous and become the most powerful person in the world. An extremely powerful man, admired and feared by countless people.

"Master, you have failed! I hope you will never step into the Tang Dynasty again in the future!"

The leader of the lecture had an incredible expression on his face. He knew that Zhao Wuhao's strength was unfathomable and he was not sure of defeating him, but he did not expect that he would lose so miserably. He used all his magical powers and still could not defeat Zhao Wuhao. Hao had no influence, and he simply defeated himself.

This world has always adhered to the concept of winner and loser. Only the winner has the right to speak and make the rules, while the loser can only accept his fate and obey the rules.

The lecturer's face showed a bit of slump, he recited a Buddha's name, looked up at the young Zhao Wuhao, and secretly sighed that there was another existence like Ke Haoran. There is always that kind of amazing talent and beauty in this world, which makes The existence of human despair.

"I understand! I will keep my promise and leave the Tang Dynasty, but in the future, if the daughter of Hades leaves the Tang Dynasty, don't blame me for taking action again!"

"Whatever!"

Zhao Wuhao said nonchalantly that he defended Ning Que and Sangsang just because Ning Que was now a student of the academy. As a teacher of the academy, he had the responsibility to protect the students within the academy's sphere of influence. Zhao Wuhao and Ning Que did not have any friendship, so naturally they would not force the chief lecturer not to take action against Ning Que and Sang Sang.

"Amitabha, I say goodbye!"

A huge gust of wind blew up next to the leader of the lecturer. In fact, it was not wind, but the breath of heaven and earth that could not be seen with the naked eye and could never be sensed by ordinary people. It was rotating around the body of the leader of the lecturer, thus driving the flow of air.

The non-distance above the five realms is a realm that is difficult to understand, but this realm really exists. The aura of heaven and earth that cannot be seen by the naked eye moves in a way that transcends the distance of space, carrying the aura of heaven and earth and gradually rolling into a violent wind, completely isolating the lecture hall from the real world, and the figure dissipates in place.

Zhao Wuhao looked at the lecturer who had left, shook his head slightly, disappeared in a flash, returned to the academy, and counted the banknotes leisurely.

The next day, the sun was shining brightly, the wind was gentle, all the wind and rain had passed, and the fresh air made people feel extremely comfortable. The door of the small courtyard was pushed open, and a tall figure came out, wearing a loose Confucian shirt. , free from dust, Zhao Wuhao walked toward the bookstore refreshed. This morning was his class, and he needed to talk about some essentials of calligraphy.

Zhao Wuhao walked into the bookstore leisurely and leisurely with his hands behind his back. He was now successful in cultivation, his status was different from before, and he gave many fewer lectures. He could almost do whatever he wanted. If he didn't want to During class, there will be other teachers taking over the class. This also makes other teachers in the academy understand one thing. This young teacher is probably different from them and has fallen into the eyes of the Master, so he is like this. Freedom and privilege.

The discipline requirements of the academy are very loose, and the bell in the depths is used as a signal: the first bell is for alarm, the second bell is for entry, the third bell is for departure, and the fourth bell is for departure. The break is the time for students to study in the library. The college requires students to concentrate on listening to the class during this time. They can ask questions but are strictly prohibited from making noise. As for things like daily cleaning, students don't need to worry about it at all. The imperial court spends a lot of money on the academy every year and hires countless sweepers and housewives.

As the second bell rang, Zhao Wuhao stepped into a room with picturesque windows and paper-white walls. This was the third room of the academy. The students in the academy were sorted by lottery. They don't care about the family background of the candidates, and they don't care about the results of the admission examination.

As Zhao Wuhao entered, the students stopped talking and stared at the young instructor quietly, with a somewhat surprised look on their faces. They began to whisper and discuss for a while.

"How come there is such a young teacher in the academy? Could it be a mistake?"

"He looks about the same age as us. If he has any knowledge, he can't be just pretending!"

"It does look a bit young, but to be able to become a teacher in the academy, he should have real talent and practical knowledge, otherwise the master will not agree with him mistaking his disciples!"

Zhao Wuhao's face was young and tender, and he looked much more tender than many students. The skin on his face was smooth and white, and it seemed that water would flow out of his face when he pinched it. No wonder these students were muttering in their hearts.

Ning Que grew up in Weicheng on the border, and later joined the border army. He often fought on the battlefield. Although he had never practiced Buddhism, his intuition was amazing. He vaguely felt that this young instructor was different from other instructors, giving him an inexplicable feeling of oppression. , so that this shrewd and cunning little trickster did not dare to be arrogant in any way. He was as honest as a little white rabbit, cute and harmless, as if he was a different person.

"Shh! Keep your voices down, this is Zhao Wuhao's teaching!"

When some disciples from aristocratic families who were familiar with the academy saw Zhao Wuhao, their expressions changed and they looked stern. They put away their unruliness and sat obediently in their seats, not daring to move. They even took the initiative to maintain order in the academy, which Ning Que could see. Thoughtful.

"Sure enough, he is not an easy person to mess with. These officials and disciples in Chang'an City seem to be very afraid of this Zhao Wuhao teacher. It seems that someone has suffered a big loss, otherwise he would never let this group of arrogant and arrogant second generation ancestors be like this. honest!"

"Zhao Wuhao, who is that? You haven't heard of it?"

"It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of his name. You just need to know that a few years ago, General Xuanwu's son disobeyed him and questioned his views, and he slapped him in front of him until his face was bruised and bruised!"

"You also need to know that this teacher Zhao Wuhao is a practitioner. He should at least have the cultivation level of Dongxuan Realm!"

In an instant, everyone in the bookstore shut their mouths. The practitioner of the Dongxuan realm was a master even in Chang'an City. He was enough to become a worshiper in the palace, enough to become a general and important minister in the court, and enough to kill them all easily. Everyone.

"Very good. It seems that everyone already knows me. I don't need to introduce myself anymore!"

Zhao Wuhao had a faint smile on his extremely handsome face, which made several female students in the library blush and feel very excited. However, they were in awe of his status as a teacher and did not dare to take the initiative to contact him.

"I will tell you a rule below, I hope you will not violate it!"

"In the Tang Dynasty, the academy's words are the rules. In my classroom, my words are the rules!"

"I don't care if you are convinced or not, as long as you obey!"

"Of course, if there are people who don't want to abide by this rule, you are welcome to challenge me. I like strong bones!"

The people of the Tang Dynasty relied on force to build their country. Regardless of men, women, old or young, they were full of blood. When they heard this, most of the students showed dissatisfaction on their faces. Someone was about to stand up to refute Zhao Wuhao, but a friend next to him stopped him and tried his best to Blinking his eyes, he signaled him not to be impulsive, otherwise he would end badly.

The student remembered what everyone had just said. The little-known teacher in front of him was a practitioner of the Dongxuan realm. He couldn't help but shuddered. His blood receded and he regained his rationality. He had blood, but not Head iron, the difference in strength brought him back to reality.

When Zhao Wuhao saw that the student was timid, he sighed with some disappointment, looked around at the crowd, and sighed.

"It's really boring. I originally wanted to have some fun, but I didn't expect that the students in the academy are getting worse from generation to generation. They don't even have a thorn in their side!"

Hearing this, Ning Que felt a chill in his heart. This teacher's way of teaching was a bit wild, and he had such a bad taste. He must be more careful when dealing with this person in the future to avoid being plotted by him.

"Now that everyone has accepted my rules, our class today has officially begun. I will teach you the art of calligraphy."

Zhao Wuhao put away his distracting thoughts, walked off the podium, and walked slowly in the bookstore, talking about some tips and tricks of calligraphy.

"Predecessors often said that the most important thing when holding a pen is stability. If you hold the pen firmly, you can straighten the barrel of the pen. If the pen is straight, the tip will be straight, which makes it easier for the center and the center and side forwards to combine the pen. But the pen should not be held too tightly. Once it is tight, it will be rigid and the writing will be rigid. The strokes are muddy and not smooth."

"It is illogical to say that you want to die when you hold a pen, and you want to live when you use it; it is even more unbelievable to say that you hold it tightly and suddenly cannot pull it out from behind."

"It is said in "Hai Yue's Famous Quotes": Learning calligraphy is more expensive than doing calligraphy. It means that the pen is light, and the hand is naturally weak. The quickness and naivety are due to accidents. It is difficult to learn calligraphy well, mostly because of holding the pen too tightly and unstable."

Zhao Wuhao is a master of calligraphy, so he naturally knows the art of calligraphy well. He explained the essentials of calligraphy in a simple and easy-to-understand manner, which was easy to understand, lively and interesting, and allowed the students to see the knowledge and ability of this young teacher.

Even Ning Que, who was good at hairpins and small regular script, listened with interest. His calligraphy attainments were extremely profound and he could be regarded as everyone. I thought that although this teacher had a high level of cultivation, his calligraphy attainments might not be as advanced as his own. Now I listen to him explain the art of calligraphy in detail, but I am filled with admiration. I know that the calligraphy skills of the other party have reached the highest level, and I can't even try to impress him.

"The fingers for holding the pen should be solid, which means that the five fingers should be solid and solid when holding the pen, so that the pen can be used effectively; the palm of the hand should be kept empty, and the fingers should not be crooked to stuff the palm, so that the palm can hold the eggs. In this way, the pen can be used It is both stable and flexible, and it is easy to write healthy words. However, it is better to achieve it in moderation. You cannot blindly pursue reality and virtuality. If it exceeds the limit, it will cause stiffness and inactivity, which will affect the writing. For example, use The so-called longan method of "too virtual" means that the big characters written are weak and the small characters written are not vivid. In fact, empty palms make it easier to use the fingers to move the pen. If the fingers are not moved or hinder the movement of the fingers, the effect of the empty palms will not be great. "

Zhao Wuhao talks eloquently and picks up the key points of various calligraphy at his fingertips. He is calm and unhurried, and has his own magnanimity, which makes people convincing and immersed in his explanation.

"The length of the pen is no more than six inches, the length of the pen is no more than three inches, the length of the pen is no more than three inches, the length of the pen is no more than six inches, and the length of the pen is no more than three inches." This is based on the length of the pen barrel and the type of font. In terms of the size of the font and the length of the pen barrel, the pen should be held lower when writing small characters and higher when writing large characters; the pen barrel should be held higher if the pen barrel is long, and the pen barrel should be held low if the pen barrel is short. "

“It is pointed out in “Bi-holding Diagnosis” that if you hold the pen low, you will be calm, and if you hold the pen high, you will be elegant.”

""Yanji" says: Within an inch, the method is in the palm and finger; beyond an inch, the method is also in the elbow and wrist. The method of the palm and finger is constant, and the method of the elbow and wrist changes."

"If the mind is upright, the body will be upright, and if the body is upright, the pen will be upright. A scholar is like an ox's hair, and an accomplished person is like a lin's horn."

"In short, writing is the foundation of writing skills. Only when you master the writing method and follow the principle that if there is a method, there must be transformation, then the writing can be ever-changing."

When Zhao Wuhao said this, he stopped, looked down at all the students, and spoke again.

"That's all for today. Now you write a calligraphy. I want to see how much you have listened and what your level is. Then I can know your calligraphy skills!"

As these words were spoken, all the students picked up the brushes on the desk in front of them, splashed ink and started writing on the white rice paper with a big swipe of the pen.

Those who can enter the academy and become students are more or less equipped with two brushes. They are outstanding among people and have certain attainments in calligraphy. Soon all the students have finished writing and are waiting for Zhao Wuhao's comments.

Zhao Wuhao walked to each student, looked down, and from time to time a comment came out of his mouth, which was so mean and sharp that it made people's blood surge, and they wanted to sew his mouth shut.

"It's crooked, what the hell are you writing!"

"The pen is weak. Do you have a weak kidney? You need to use the red-sleeved moves. Can you do it?"

"You are as good as your name, and you live up to your appearance. As expected, they are all equally ugly!"

"If your character is not upright, your body is not upright, and your heart is not upright, if you become an official in the future, you will definitely become a treacherous minister. It is better to kill you now to save you from causing harm to the country and the people in the future!"

"Fancy, too many thoughts, and endless distractions, this is what calligraphy will be like in this life!"

Zhao Wuhao's poisonous tongue stunned everyone. No one could have imagined how such a handsome and heroic man could say such harsh and cold words. Everyone's faces turned red with anger, but they were concerned about his strength and did not dare to Presumptuous, extremely frustrating.

Finally, Zhao Wuhao walked to Ning Que's side and lowered his head to glance at the hairpin-shaped regular script on the rice paper. It was strict in rules, neat and vigorous, but he had good calligraphy, which could be called a masterpiece and could be a masterpiece for a generation.

Although Ning Que was not good at liberal arts, he was very confident in his calligraphy. He believed that Zhao Wuhao would not make too harsh comments, so he felt extremely calm and calm as he looked up. Zhao Wuhao, waiting for his comments.

"The flowers are luxuriant and pleasing to the eye. It is indeed a wonderful product and can be called a masterpiece of the previous generation!"

Sure enough, Zhao Wuhao spoke highly of Ning Que's calligraphy, which attracted the attention of countless students. They all looked at Ning Que's calligraphy and were stunned when they saw the perfect hairpin in small regular script.

Although the calligraphy attainments of these students may not be very high, their appreciation of calligraphy is not weak. They have never seen such beautiful hairpin regular script, and they feel ashamed. No wonder they received such high evaluations, and they are convinced.