"Han Yu, when are you going to leave?" Qin Le came over with an unhappy expression on his face.
When she first came in, there was Han Yu and her joking around. She didn't think there was much difference between the inside of the palace and the outside, but these few days Han Yu was completely immersed in these eight characters and ignored her.
In addition to having his soul sealed seven times a day, he also has to resist the ubiquitous murderous aura and resentment all the time. Qin Le has already deeply hated this place and doesn't want to stay for a moment.
"Wait a few more days." Han Yu glanced at Qin Le and said. He also knew that if he had not been able to comprehend the meaning of swordsmanship in these eight characters, he would not have been able to stay here forever, but Han Yu was still a little unwilling.
There is no doubt about the power of the swordsmanship and Taoism left by the strong in the ancient times. If Han Yu learns it, he will be a big trump card.
"How many more days are you going to wait? How many days?" Qin Yue pouted, and the words "I don't want to wait, I don't want to" are almost written on her face.
"If you feel bored, you can find a way first." Han Yu rolled his eyes and thought of a good solution. Anyway, Qin Le is idle here, so she should use her power reasonably.
"Ah? You want me to find a way out by myself? Aren't you afraid that I might be in danger of encountering obsessive creatures?" Qin Yue looked at Han Yu in surprise, a little disappointed in her eyes.
Han Yu took off the Broken Sword and handed it to her: "If you have Broken Sword for self-defense, you don't have to be afraid."
Qin Yue took the Broken Sword and threw it on the ground heavily, running to the side and sitting sullenly. Han Yu shook his head, picked up the broken sword and carried it on his back, and continued to observe the handwriting.
"Damn Han Yu, I'm going to shoot your ass!" Qin Yue became more and more angry, picked up the Tianlei bow, and aimed at Han Yu's butt to shoot, but unfortunately she couldn't pull the Tianlei bow. The bow was thrown aside and screamed.
Han Yu, on the other hand, was completely silent in his own world, unmoved by the surrounding environment at all.
In a blink of an eye and a few days later, Han Yu can say that he has achieved nothing. The Daoist Slaughtering Immortal had long since given up, and he had bewitched Han Yu countless times, causing Han Yu to give up too.
Qin Yue sat in the distance and kept rolling her eyes at Han Yu, her eyes almost rolled out.
"Do you really want to give up?" Han Yu also began to worry, he couldn't stay here forever.
"Could it be that the method I chose was wrong?" Han Yu thought about it and went to Qinyue to borrow the Thunder Bow.
Qin Yue reluctantly lent the Tianlei Bow to Han Yu, and Han Yu pulled the bow to shoot arrows, sparking a white light again, incomparably sword-like. After a closer look, there is not much to gain. The light and sword energy that appeared on the eight ancient red texts were just a form of expression of swordsmanship and Taoism, not the essence. Han Yu's previous choice was correct.
Han Yu held his head and began to think hard. Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in my mind, and it seemed that I had caught something.
Han Yu flew to the sky and looked down at the eight ancient Chinese characters. These eight ancient characters are very complicated, but from the point of view of handwriting, when these eight characters were written, they were done in one go.
It was impossible for these eight characters to be written while standing on the ground, but it should have been somewhere in the air.
Han Yu felt that perhaps simulating the scene when these eight characters were depicted back then might yield unexpected results.
Han Yu kept changing positions in the air, holding a broken sword, copying eight characters in the void, looking for the most likely position of the person when he wrote these eight characters.
"This kid can't be saved!" Daoist Killing Immortal shook his head and closed his eyes to rest in Han Yu's Tanzhong acupoint.
In the distance, Qin Yue had long since ignored Han Yu, sitting cross-legged and practising on his own.
However, Han Yu was still very busy.
After thousands of attempts, Han Yu found a most likely location. Standing in this position, he can copy and write in the most comfortable and free manner in accordance with the eight ancient and traditional handwriting.
Holding the broken sword, Han Yu copied the eight characters again and again with different frequencies, different speeds, and different techniques. He imagined the state of mind of the person who wrote the eight characters at that time, and hoped to reproduce the old days in a simulated state. The scene, in order to stimulate the swordsmanship Taoism.
The idea is rich, but the reality is very skinny. Through thousands of attempts, Han Yu racked his brains to imagine various writing movements, but he did not get the slightest gain.
So far, Han Yu can only give up.
Han Yu sighed secretly, put the broken sword on his back, and was about to call Qin Yue to leave. Suddenly Han Yu flashed another thought.
When the man carved these eight characters, he probably did not use a sword, but a finger sword. A powerhouse of that level can move his fingers casually, and that is also infinitely powerful.
Han Yu stood back to his previous position and pointed to the sword, and tried the action he had tried with the sword before.
Han Yu happily waved his fingers and copied the handwriting. When Di tried more than 300 moves, Han Yu suddenly entered a very strange state.
There were shouts of killing around, and countless energies were raging. One after another stalwart silhouettes passed Han Yu's eyes. Han Yu couldn't see their appearance, but he could feel that each of these people contributed to the good fortune. Standing tall.
Han Yu couldn't help but his blood boiled, and he gave birth to a domineering arrogance of who in the world would give up on me. When he looked at the ground again, there were still no eight ancient red tapes on the ground. Han Yu was involuntarily involuntarily, and pointed to the sword, swaying freely, and falling to the point of making flowers.
Heaven is dead, the underworld should stand!
In one go, the clouds flow. The moment the eight characters appeared, the sky and the earth changed color, the lightning flashed, and the earth shook.
Suddenly, Han Yu's body trembled and returned to reality.
"What was that just now?" Han Yu's eyes widened, surprised and happy. Unexpectedly, the scene of the past really reappeared.
The words "Fingering Sword to Cut the Sky" appeared silently in Han Yu's mind, and there was no sign at all. It seemed that it was already in Han Yu's mind.
In order not to let Daoist Slaughter find anything wrong, Han Yu forcibly suppressed the stirring in his heart. Just when the scene just now reappeared, he realized the swordsmanship of the Jietian Zhijian who stayed here back then.
Although it is only a fur, it is enough for Han Yu to use his life.
Because the cut sky pointing sword is really terrible, at the moment when the sword is released, there is no fear of the world, and the world will tremble for it. After the word was completed, it actually caused a thunder tribulation of heavenly punishment, which shows how terrifying this heavenly finger sword is.
Han Yu looked at the eight ancient texts on the ground again, and what he saw was not just eight characters, but a kind of extremely terrifying swordsmanship. At this moment, Han Yu could see at a glance that it was contained in the eight ancient texts. swordsmanship.
This kind of feeling is very strange. It took Han Yu nearly half a month before to understand the meaning of swordsmanship. Now, just because of the reappearance of the ancient times, he understood it in an instant.
Enlightenment, that's it. No matter how much time you spend before the opportunity arrives, it will be in vain; when the opportunity arrives, it will be clear.