Global Throwback: Opening Throwback Zhang Sanfeng

In Kyoto City, in a snack bar with the signboard saying "One Bite Squeeze Powder".

The little girl put down her phone and stared blankly at the two guests.

The boss wearing an apron also poked his head out, dumbfounded.

On the street in front of the shop, passers-by stopped, and the bosses and shop assistants in the shop also put down their work.

Everyone gathered around, hundreds of pairs of eyes stared straight at the person in the shop.

The man who was worshiped by countless words.

Cang Linyuan ignored the gazes of others, he just stood up slowly, faced Li Xiang, bowed his hands and saluted.

Countless words flew towards him, forming a huge road under his feet.

This road spreads in all directions, covering the entire capital city, and then expands further away, covering the entire Kyushu in just a moment.

The second war god Wei Mingguang enters the Tao with a sword, and the way of the sword is brilliant, and there is no way forward.

After the catastrophe in Kyoto ten years ago, he walked northward alone on that sword path, and killed the demon realm.

Ten years later, his way of the sword entered the ruins of the Heavenly Court and killed many gods and gods.

And this moment.

Linyuan God of War entered the Tao with words, becoming the second person in the entire Kyushu to have his own "Tao".

His kendo is not straight forward like Wei Mingguang's kendo, but radiates in all directions.

It is not so much a "Tao", but a "net", a net that covers the entire Kyushu.

Because where there are Kyushu characters, that is where his way lies.

Following Cang Linyuan's prostration, the countless characters in the writing path also bowed down to thank him.

An invisible force flew out from the writing path and came to Li Xiang.

Li Xiang was not polite either, he stretched out his right hand, the power immediately penetrated into his palm, searched around his body, and escaped into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Li Xiang looked at the Sea of ​​Consciousness, and found that this power had turned into a pen, floating quietly in the corner of the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

A pen is for writing.

When he picked up this pen, he could mobilize Cang Linyuan's calligraphy power.

This is the most sincere thanks, but also a great trust.

As long as Li Xiang is willing, he can take this pen, walk on the path of writing in Cang Linyuan, and use the power of writing.

Since then, they have been true fellow-men.

"This is not a place for conversation."

As Cang Linyuan said, with a thought, a door word appeared in front of him, and the two walked into it.

Just stepping in, the scene in front of me changes instantly, and I am already in an antique study.

This should be the mansion of Linyuan God of War.

Not all Zhen Guo Mansions are as magnificent as Li Xiang's.

For example, Di Shitian's Zhenguo Mansion is just a small courtyard with two willow trees.

In the study room was a ten-year-old boy, sitting on a stool, holding a pen in his hand, and posing for calligraphy practice, but there was a haha ​​on the corner of his mouth.

Cang Linyuan stepped forward and tapped him on the head.

The little boy woke up suddenly, writing and drawing on the paper reflexively.

"Stop pretending, brat, there are distinguished guests." Cang Linyuan reminded.

Only then did the little boy raise his head, and said shyly, "Master, when did you come back?"

Cang Linyuan reminded, "Uncle Li."

The little boy was taken aback, looked at Li Xiang next to him in surprise, turned his big smart eyes a few times, and said obediently, "Hello, Uncle Li."

He hurriedly got up, quickly brewed tea, instead of giving it to the master, he brought a bowl to Li Xiang, "Uncle Li drinks tea."

When Li Xiang took the tea bowl, the kid came behind Li Xiang, stepped on the stool, and rubbed Li Xiang's shoulders attentively.

Cang Linyuan's face was full of black lines, "You brat, why have you ever paid so much attention to being a teacher?"

Li Xiang smiled faintly, "Tell me, what do you want?"

The little boy was a little surprised, but he still smiled and said, "I want to go to the underworld for a few days."

"Stinky boy" before Cang Linyuan finished speaking, Li Xiang interrupted, "It's just a trivial matter."

With a wave of Li Xiang's hand, a stream of yin qi gushed out from his cuff, which condensed into a waist badge with ghost patterns, "This is the Nether Passport. With this, you can enter the underworld from any Town God's Temple."

The little boy quickly took the ghost pattern waist card and put it in his trouser pocket, "Thank you, Uncle Li!"

##### Interlude: Well, try to write as much as possible every day in the future, and try to finish writing the second volume of the battle of the gods in three months, please remind me to update the book review tickets#######

When he bent down to thank him, he suddenly saw countless writings on the ground, and suddenly he was curious, so he leaned over to look.

He has been practicing handwriting by Cang Linyuan's side, and has a natural affinity for writing. The writing on the writing path jumped up and clung to him, making him giggle.

With a thought in Cang Linyuan's mind, those words were suddenly connected, entangled the little boy, and dragged him out of the study.

After seeing off the disciples, the study became quiet.

A smile finally appeared on Cang Linyuan's face.

This smile is very sincere and joyful from the inside out.

The countless words on the writing path under the feet also danced happily.

Cang Linyuan squatted down, stretched out his hand to brush over the words, the words jumped up, held his hand, and climbed cheerfully, like thousands of lively elves.

Li Xiang looked and found that what he had in his hands were all words expressing cheerful emotions such as joy, joy, joy, and joy.

Seeing these words, Li Xiang's mood was also affected and he became happier.

"The avenue has a spirit, and the words move with the heart. This power is amazing."

Li Xiang felt the power of these words carefully, and found that it was different from the divine power, spiritual power, ghost power, and the totem power he felt from the ancient tribal ruins.

This is a brand new force, and an extremely powerful one.

Cang Linyuan teased the words for a while, then waved his hands, "Let's all disperse and return to our original place."

Words are a tool of communication and a basis for inheritance.

When the countless characters of Kyushu are gathered on the word path, there will be huge obstacles in communication and inheritance.

Hearing Cang Linyuan's words, those densely packed characters reluctantly jumped off his hand and landed on the writing path.

After a while, the words scattered and turned into countless words and flew away.

Cang Linyuan got up and saluted Li Xiang again, "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for your kindness."

"I'm just a bystander," Li Xiang said with a smile, "It all depends on Linyuan Daoist's accumulation."

Cang Linyuan shook his head, "In terms of writing, the entire Kyushu, except me, is a bystander, but for so many years, no one has ever been able to see the truth of the writing."

"Even Lao Zhou can't be as high-spirited as you, fellow daoist Li."

He didn't lift and step on it to show off Li Xiang's knowledge, but it was the fact that, as the God of War, Cang Linyuan didn't have to use such a trick.

Li Xiang said, "I can see far because I stand on the shoulders of giants."

Cang Linyuan pondered carefully, after Li Xiang's points, after comprehending the words, he always felt that every word Li Xiang said had a deep meaning.

Li Xiang was silent for a moment, then asked: "If the character 人 is really the strongest character, how should we write it?"

Cang Linyuan understood what he meant, and didn't hide it, and said, "Before this, I used spirit qi to enter characters, and by writing different characters, I transformed the spirit qi into different forms."

"Such as knife characters."

He came behind the desk, picked up the writing brush that his disciple had just used, dipped it in ink, and wrote a knife word on the paper.

Li Xiang could clearly see that Ling Qi came out of his sea of ​​consciousness, poured into the brush from his hand, and adhered to the characters.

There is a simple word of knife, but it has a complete beginning, inheritance and transformation.

Li Xiang used his hand as a pen to mobilize his spiritual power, and followed Cang Linyuan's writing track to reproduce it on the table.

The "knife" written by Cang Linyuan leaped out of the paper, turning into a sharp blade and flying out.

Cheng!

A sound of metal impact exploded overhead.

A deep knife mark appeared on the barrier of the study.