Daming: Depriving Zhu Yunqi of luck at the beginning

Inside the study.

None of the three spoke, and just watched Song Ke write "Lanting Preface" ten times.

Write not only fast, but well.

Viewing each article is like drinking nectar. Although it is running script, the handwriting is clear and there is no sense of clutter.

even.

Compared with the first time, the tenth time of writing has a more sense of accomplishment.

When Zhu Xiongying saw him, he realized that he just had the golden luck of "Enlightenment Calligraphy".

Mr. Song Ke has owned it for decades.

His calligraphy attainments are definitely not something he can catch up with overnight.

The same reason.

When facing Mr. Zhong, he should do the same.

Don't be conceited just because of a little achievement...

Whether it's kendo martial arts or calligraphy, in the face of these world-renowned old men, he must have a humble attitude.

Seeing Zhu Xiongying like this, Zhu Yuanzhang poured two glasses of water and said:

"My dear grandson, you have worked hard today."

"Then Mr. Song does have some skills. We stared at him for a few hours, but we couldn't find any thorns in the words he wrote."

Zhu Xiongying glanced at him.

Good guy.

It turns out that you are looking at it so seriously, are you always criticizing?

Isn't it just that Mr. Song Zhongwen said that I still need to practice more?

As for being so petty...

Zhu Xiongying herself didn't care.

No matter how powerful a genius is, it is impossible to master a skill overnight.

During this period of time, he has also been practicing using leaves to transform sword energy to break tree trunks.

Unfortunately, there has been no breakthrough.

So, how could the ability that others have cultivated with great difficulty all their lives be taken away by themselves...

"Wait a moment!"

Zhu Xiongying suddenly jumped up from the chair.

Regardless of the pain in his wrist, he stared at the ground with piercing eyes.

Then, he stretched out his hand and stroked his chin.

Seeing his startled appearance, Zhu Yuanzhang was taken aback, and asked with concern:

"My dear grandson, what's the matter?"

"But the hands hurt too much? I'll ask He Li and the others to find some good plasters..."

Zhu Xiongying shook his head again and again.

His bluffing was not because of pain in his hand or anything.

Instead, he suddenly realized something...

Avenue to Jane.

As the saying goes, one door goes deep, and one learns by analogy.

When any skill is learned to its peak, enlightenment cannot be avoided.

Since I have obtained two lucks to comprehend the way of swordsmanship and the way of calligraphy.

If you combine the two...

Is it possible to get twice the result with half the effort?

In other words.

When the sword is drawn, it contains the elegant shape of calligraphy and ink...

When I write, I have the chilling way of killing with sword energy in my heart!

Chapter 97: Books and swords double!Shocked Mr. Zhong

After Zhu Xiongying realized this, he couldn't sit still anymore.

Regardless of the pain in his wrist, he got up and walked towards the door.

Look at him like this.

Zhu Yuanzhang went in without knowing it, but in order to ensure Zhu Xiongying's safety, he also followed.

When he came to the courtyard, Mr. Zhong was sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard.

One person holds a jug of wine and watches the moon while drinking.

Seeing Zhu Xiongying, Mr. Zhong said curiously:

"What are you doing here, young master?"

Seeing that Mr. Zhong was also present, Zhu Xiongying said excitedly:

"Mr. Zhong, I just learned a new sword move."

"Just so you can help me see if there are any deficiencies."

"Oh? Did you understand it yourself?"

Hearing what he said, Mr. Zhong immediately became interested.

Holding the jug, with one hand behind his back, he came to Zhu Xiongying's side.

"Try it, I want to see what you realize."

Zhu Yuanzhang also walked to Zhong Lao's side, and the two looked at Zhu Xiongying together, their eyes full of expectation.

I saw Zhu Xiongying wave his sleeves, and the gust of wind brought up by the sleeves stirred up the fallen leaves on the ground.

The fallen leaves soared into the sky and landed in Zhu Xiongying's hands.

see this scene.

Elder Zhong couldn't help but nodded and said:

"Well, my own sword energy can already be both rigid and soft, not bad."

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't quite understand, so he could only elbow Zhong Lao's arm and asked:

"Old Zhong, does this look good?"

"The sword energy is strong, but it is extremely rigid and easy to break," Zhong Lao explained, "Every swordsman who really gets started will fall into confusion here..."

"The reason behind this cannot be explained orally. If you say it badly and lose the indomitable aura in the sword energy, it will be completely over... To understand this point, you can only look at one's good fortune and understanding."

"If the timing is not good, you may be stuck at this barrier for ten or eight years, or even be unable to break through for the rest of your life."

"I didn't expect the young master to understand the truth in a simple way. He really is a genius."

Mr. Zhong praised Zhu Xiongying while praising him.

He also thought that what Zhu Xiongying said was enlightened, and that was what he was referring to.

But this is very rare, and the progress has far exceeded Zhong Lao's expectations.

Who knows.

Zhu Xiongying has no intention of ending at all.

Instead, he looked at a tall tree outside the courtyard, held the leaf with his right index finger and middle finger, aimed at the trunk, and stabbed the fallen leaf straight out!

I only heard the sound of "咻".

The leaves are right in the middle of the trunk.

In an instant, more than half of the leaf body was buried in the trunk.

See this result.

Elder Zhong looked at Zhu Xiongying in surprise.

"The sword energy has become more condensed... It's only been a few days, can it be improved to such a degree?"

You can see Zhu Xiongying's expression.

It seems that he is not satisfied with his "sword".

He made a move.

Another fallen leaf was rolled up by the wind and fell into his hands.

then.

He closed his eyes tightly, raised two fingers, and placed the leaf in front of his forehead.

For a moment, the sword reflected in the palace, and the Lingtai was clear.

under the moonlight.

Zhu Xiongying held the green leaf in his hand and seemed to be writing in the air.

The trajectory of the waving made Zhong Lao on the side stunned, and he forgot to drink.

The sword energy is like ink, and he swipes it chicly.

Simple word.

Every stroke seems to be an extremely streamlined sword move.

In that sword move, there is madness in cursive script.

The moment when the last stroke falls.

Word into.

Ye out!

This time.

The wind and waves caused by the flying leaves shook the courtyard, and countless fallen leaves were rolled up!

And that green leaf shot by Zhu Xiongying...

Effortlessly penetrated the trunks of tall trees in the distance!

"Snapped!"

Seeing this scene, Mr. Zhong was completely shocked.

He couldn't hold the wine jug in his hand, and fell to the ground, breaking into pieces.

Zhu Yuanzhang was so startled by the sword that he forgot to close his mouth. After a while, he turned his head and asked Zhong Lao:

"Old Clock..."

"What about our grandson's sword...?"

Elder Zhong felt numb at the base of his tongue.

I stuttered a bit when I spoke.

"This……"

"It's only been less than ten days..."

Zhu Yuanzhang heard him answer the wrong question and said in doubt:

"Why less than ten days?"

Zhu Xiongying on the side opened his eyes, looked at the tree trunk in the distance, saw that he had succeeded, and said happily to Zhu Yuanzhang: