Lin Luoran saw the man in the robe walking over with the bag in his arms, but she still didn't see the copybook clearly. Although neither of them saw her just now, she didn't dare to take the risk.
You must know that in the dream last time, she peeped at the robed man writing golden characters in the air, and Lin Luoran would never forget the look in his eyes when he turned his head and looked in her direction.
The warning that went deep into the soul, Lin Luoran fought a cold war, and finally decided to avoid the limelight for the time being.
She was about to run back to the boulder, but she didn't know that the man in the robe came so fast with his arms in his arms, and appeared by the lake after taking a small step from a distance of tens of meters.
She felt a chill go down her spine, and she froze in place for a moment, unable to move.
Ignoring whether it was shrinking the ground or other spells, the man in the robe walked straight through her body and came to the table with his arms in his arms.
The lake breeze was soft, and Lin Luoran was stunned. She didn't feel any pain or discomfort. They, they actually passed through her body? It turns out that not only can't see her, it's because she doesn't belong to this place, so, for this world where the lakes and mountains are beautiful, and the birds and cicadas are singing, I don't exist at all, right
Lin Luoran was anxious, if she didn't come here by herself, how would she go back
She suddenly thought of the stone tablet in the Kalahari Desert that was used as a cage, the characters, the golden characters, had great power, and seemed to be able to break some kind of imprisonment.
Wait, the characters are similar to the one she saved Baojia, but not the same. Lin Luoran wondered if these characters have their own meanings and have different effects
Just like the talismans of the Qingcheng Temple, the five elements are divided into details... She once said that the man in the robe did not ask her to learn other characters. Is it because, in the eyes of the man in the robe, only this kind of characters that can communicate with the world
Legend has it that Cangjie created characters, thinking day and night, observing everywhere, seeing the distribution of stars in the sky, the appearance of mountains and rivers on the ground, the traces of birds, beasts, insects and fish, and the shapes of vegetation and utensils. He created various symbols by drawing and writing. , determined the meaning of each symbol, and showed it to others, and he could understand it after explaining it... On the day when the words were written, it rained corn during the day, and ghosts howled at night.
Hundreds of ghosts cry, some say it is because the writing is now in the world, the wisdom of the people, the morality of the people, deception and cunning, scrambling and killing are born from this. .
Excluding the additions and deletions of myths that have changed over time, there is a sentence that is still very credible. In the beginning, Chinese characters were born because of everything in the world, but as time went by, the characters were artificially changed, although they became more and more standardized. Brief introduction, but the feeling of comprehending the world in the past also disappeared.
Words have spells and can communicate.
Words have a soul, the upper part can sense all things in the world, and the lower part can record the essence of the predecessors.
Lin Luoran's mind was agitated. She once wrote golden characters in ignorance, which attracted Baili's spiritual energy to cast them one after another. She was also trapped in the world of stone tablets, relying on the plausible golden characters copied, so that the consciousness returned to the body successfully.
And the root of everything, the man in the robe who knows the golden characters, is at the lake at this moment, teaching everyone to practice the characters that may be the source of the text.
Lin Luoran's heart was beating so fast, they couldn't see her!
If she is willing, can she also hide by the side and learn this character
Lin Luoran couldn't control her footsteps, and ran to the side. Sure enough, the man in the robe didn't notice her sign. She leaned forward, tied a sandbag around her wrist, and was writing a big character with her wrist hanging.
Before finishing writing, Lin Luoran could feel the wave of water rushing towards her face. She was so blessed that the two of them practiced calligraphy by the lake. There was no reason for it. There was plenty of water vapor between the strokes and lines. What she wrote was " Is it the word for "water" or the word for "lake"
The fluctuations of the water patterns became stronger and stronger, and the corners of her mouth showed joy. She tilted her head, as if she wanted to show off to the man in the robe.
The water vapor dissipated, and she pursed her mouth to cry, but the man in the robe didn't comfort her.
"You rely on your talent, but you can't calm down. If you haven't learned five characters in two years, what can you be proud of?"
The man in the long robe shook his head lightly. Although it was a reprimand, his voice was plain and unremarkable, but it was like a breeze blowing across a lake, like a mountain spring shaking rocks, or like floating clouds in the sky. Come on—this is the first time Lin Luoran heard the man in the robe speak. She has mixed emotions in her heart, and there are many emotions that don't seem to belong to her.
Looking closely, although the face of the man in the robe seemed to be covered by fog, making it hard to see clearly, he had a pair of eyes with dark pupils, which contained too much content, the sun rose and the moon set, and the stars changed. Such a complex pair of eyes.
In terms of experience, there are countless experience differences between her and the man in the robe.
It's like how he can say even reprimands very gently to you. I'm afraid it's not because of his natural temper, but because he has witnessed too many changes, so he doesn't feel sad or happy about everything that happens around him
Lin Luoran couldn't figure out how with such a temperament, he would have saved the man in the first place. The man in the robe clearly had a low regard for external things—to put it bluntly, the only one he really accepted was probably himself.
Lin Luoran recalled the first time she saw Zhang, the little girl said to herself in tears before disappearing, "Lin Luoran...it's really a nicer name than Zhang, did he like such a name in the first place?"
Before that, he asked her to help take care of the man in the robe.
Reminiscent of the vague words and the story of the long-robed man who rescued her in a desperate situation, Lin Luoran can easily see the attachment in his tone, probably because he has really fallen deep in love.
However, even if Gu Gu left her the beads for some reason, she would not fulfill Gu Gu's wish out of gratitude.
Firstly, this man doesn't need anyone to take care of him, and secondly, he is actually a cold and careless person, and he is full of infatuation, I am afraid that he has already paid by mistake.
Lin Luoran withdrew his thoughts, and the man in the robe and the man had long since disappeared.
It's getting dark, the table is still by the lake, and I haven't practiced my handwriting yet, so I will come again tomorrow, right? Lin Luoran comforted herself, hugged her knees and dealt with it all night on the boulder, until she bounced and appeared in the morning light again, Lin Luoran breathed a sigh of relief.
Sure enough, the word written yesterday was still written. Lin Luoran observed it for a long time. From the beginning of writing to the turning point, she firmly remembered that word in her heart.
When Gu Gu practiced calligraphy, Lin Luoran also followed suit. From the beginning, she thought about going back, and slowly calmed down. Perhaps because of her completely different temperament from Gu Gu, she could feel that she was coming from behind, and she didn't know this. The meaning of the characters is well practiced.
She came here alone for several days in a row, without a man in a robe by her side. She neither coquettishly looked at the deer, nor did she practice handwriting hard. Intense, the feeling of clearly jumping out from the fingertips and turning into rain.
Lin Luoran has no way to influence the plants and trees of this world, other than following her memory and copying with feeling, she has no way of judging how well she has learned.
After practicing for a few days, Lin Luoran could feel the progress. The little girl was not satisfied, and finally the man wrapped in a robe came to the lake again.
"I'll just watch it once, okay?"
I want to see the original characters written by the man in the robe. Lin Luoran is also very surprised. How can I practice big characters? I can’t see the original copybooks. I just write by facing the lake all day long
The man in the robe couldn't be entangled by her, and he waved towards the clear lake.
The sparkling lake surface disappeared, and a piece of white paper flew back into the hands of the man in the robe. Originally, the lakeside was just a low-lying greenery.
Lin Luoran pinched herself, such a large area of the lake, she had never doubted it in the past few days, it was actually a copybook! There really is a reason for practicing calligraphy in front of the lake these few days.
In addition to trying to figure out the spirituality of the lake, it turned out that the copybook the man in the robe gave her was this lake.
Life is so pitiful that it is impossible not to burst into tears!
Lin Luoran cried and cried, but still leaned forward cheekily, and firmly memorized the original characters written by the man in the robe, wishing to swallow the paper and pack it away.
"The writing is getting more and more like a lake, and soon you can practice the next character."
The man in the robe looked at the results of the past few days of practice and gave him affirmation.
Holding the original version written by him, he was not very energetic: "I feel that it is still far away, and it doesn't look like what you wrote at all."
The man in the robe laughed: "You don't have enough cultivation, you can't support the characters, and you haven't even reached the foundation yet, so why worry?"
This time I was really happy.
Lin Luoran watched the interaction between the two, and remembered that she was peeping at the man in the long robe writing the golden talisman at that time. I don’t know what the word was, but she could practice the word "hu" before the foundation building period. In the base period, even trying secretly would cause headaches.
You're right, the characters taught by the man in the robe are enough for her to walk around the world, and she doesn't need to care about anything else—at least the characters written by the man in the robe have the power to shake the world.
Lin Luoran was filled with anticipation, wondering what the next word he would teach you to write would be