"Since we are still far away, let's come again. レ.si鲁ke.♠思♥路&c鲁bs;客レ" Ding Hao was not discouraged, but laughed out loud, feeling proud in his heart.
The sword rose again, and Ding Hao's figure was graceful, like a dragon and a frightened phoenix. Amidst a series of small chi chi chi chi sounds, the snow splashed, and his left and right arms kept waving, continuing to carve out inexplicable marks in the snow. .
"There is a slight improvement, but it is still not a [texture]." Sword Ancestor's evaluation was extremely harsh and merciless.
Ding Hao smiled slightly: "Then continue."
He was extremely calm in his heart, without the slightest hint of anxiety. He continued to carve, pondering and waving the sword at the same time. He no longer moved the sword as he did before, but each sword move was extremely slow, and the sharp tip fell on it. On top of the snow, it was as if it had fallen on steel, full of strength.
Tsk tsk tsk!
A series of soft sounds resounded on the snowy field.
Sword Ancestor: "There is progress, but still not close."
Ding Hao: "Then continue..."
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"Not even close..."
"Then continue!"
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"Not even close."
"continue."
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"It's a little bit closer this time."
"continue."
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"Well, it's a bit interesting, but it's not perfect yet."
"continue!"
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The same comments and answers were repeated over and over in this windy and beautiful snowfield.
The Sword Ancestor who made the evaluation seemed to have transformed into a critical examiner, but Ding Hao always behaved without arrogance or impatience. Even if he was denied again and again, he always smiled and handled the sword extremely calmly, as if I have been completely immersed in the magical world composed of simple strokes such as one horizontal stroke, one stroke, one vertical stroke, one stroke, one hook, one fold, one bend, one arc, and one point.
Time passed quickly and slowly.
I don't know when, Ding Hao gradually fell into a trance and entered a state of emptiness.
He forgot the sound of the wind in his ears, the white snow around him, where he was, the sword ancestors and sword ancestors in his mind, the sword in his hand, the white snow in front of him, and even I... in my whole mind, there are only those monotonous strokes [textures], and the world in front of me is just a huge white paper that is blank for me to draw!
He writes and depicts without emotion, forgetting the passage of time.
"Hey, Sword Ancestor, just accept it when it's good. Don't be so demanding. Why do I feel that the [texture] that Xiao Dingzi has carved now, although it has not reached the perfect level, is definitely considered proficient and can reach the level of [grammar] The construction requirements." The Sword Ancestor was a little dissatisfied with the Sword Ancestor for criticizing Ding Hao so harshly.
"You have long hair but short knowledge. What do you, a crazy bitch, know?" Jianzu said with great disdain: "Although the [patterns] are just simple horizontal and vertical stripes, they also contain the secret of simplicity. Everyone knows the inscriptions." The Tao has thousands of magical powers, and it has the power to limit the creation of heaven and earth, and to study the prehistoric times. However, it should be noted that when it comes to the foundation, it is these simplest [textures], just like bricks and tiles in a building, and the power of the elements. , is the most fundamental thing. Only with a perfect foundation can one achieve the perfection of supernatural powers. Today, I have strict requirements on Xiao Dingzi. In the future, he will achieve great success in sword inscriptions, and he will be impressed by it in his heart."
"You..." Sword Ancestor was innocently taught a lesson, and his heart immediately became angry, but what Sword Ancestor said was the ultimate principle, not only for the way of inscriptions, but also for the way of martial arts, alchemy, and weapon refining. This is the case, so I want to refute, but I can't find a reason.
Sword Ancestor left Sword Ancestor speechless, and felt even more triumphant in his heart, saying: "Speaking of which, on the journey of elixir, you must not be too accommodating to Xiao Dingzi. You must strictly supervise, and you must know that a strict master produces a good disciple. , ah ha ha ha ha!”
Daozu finally couldn't help but roared: "Bah, you're a born bitch. I teach my disciples in my own way. It's not your turn to take care of it. Let's ride on the donkey and read the songbook. We'll see. When we see it, little Dingzi You are more accomplished in swordsmanship and elixirs than you are in swordsmanship and weapon refining and inscriptions."
"Oh, crazy lady, this is a naked provocation. Okay, let's just walk." Jianzu was confident in his own method.
Daozu was about to say something else, but he suddenly noticed Ding Hao's state and was shocked.
At this time, Sword Ancestor also noticed Ding Hao's strange behavior and remained silent.
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"The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the long river is round when the sun sets!"
The rusty sword in Ding Hao's right hand flashed like a red light. On the flat skiing ground, he carved out this famous sentence from the past life on the earth in one breath. Moreover, it was written entirely in the Chinese character strokes of the previous life on the earth. It was written in regular script, stroke by stroke. It is square and round, and in the eyes of Dao Ancestor and Sword Ancestor, there is an indescribable atmosphere of law and order.
"There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years!"
In Ding Hao's right hand, there is a running dragon-patterned blood knife. Lightning is flying. On the snowy field, stroke by stroke, he depicts the famous lines of Li Shangyin, the great ancient poet of the earth in his previous life. They are also written in earthly Chinese characters, but they are written in wild cursive. , the handwriting is as elegant as a dragon, carried like the wind, straight through the snowy field, and flying into the sky.
The superimposition of souls in two lives allowed Ding Hao to do two things at once. With a sword in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, he also carved two famous lines from his previous life that have been passed down through the ages.
This was definitely not written intentionally by Ding Hao, but was an extremely accidental thing.
It is an extremely boring task to use swords to carve the simplest [texture] structures in this vast snowfield. For a whole day, without stopping, Ding Hao used his swords to draw out his swords at the same time. The place he had crossed was already two to three kilometers in radius. He was completely immersed in this repeated process. As his understanding of [Line] deepened, his heart became more and more peaceful.
After completely reaching the state of "trance", in a moment of bliss, Ding Hao unknowingly wrote these four lines of ancient poetry in the form of earthly Chinese characters.
You must know that although the endless continent's writing system is also extremely developed, it is completely different from the Chinese characters on earth.
Writing these four lines of ancient poetry may have been just a sudden burst of inspiration for Ding Hao before he realized anything, but for the Sword Ancestor and the Sword Ancestor, it was like a thunderbolt, as if he had seen something incredible. same thing.
The next moment, something incredible happened -
Boom boom boom boom! ! ! !
The moment Ding Hao carved the last word, there were suddenly twenty-four explosions in succession. The twenty-four Chinese characters carved on the snow exploded without any warning, and exploded into pieces of snowflakes. The energy fluctuations of the martial arts warrior's full blow spread over the twenty-four snow pits.
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