Global Throwback: Opening Throwback Zhang Sanfeng

Li Xiang looked at the knife word he wrote.

Somewhat disappointed.

Cang Linyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, rather surprised.

"How did Fellow Daoists do it?"

Li Xiang frowned, "I'm not good at writing, I just copy the way you write, and"

He shook his head, "My knife word is just one word."

Cang Linyuan leaned over slightly, looked at the word carefully, and said after a long while, "In terms of appearance, your word is almost exactly the same as my word just now. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it. able to do that.”

"It's just that" he paused, shook his head and said, "Your words have no shape, no meaning, and no momentum. Naturally, they can't condense the power of the sword and fly off the table."

Seeing that Li Xiang was thinking, Cang Linyuan continued, "From Cangjie's creation of characters to the present, the characters of Kyushu have been handed down by countless people, and the meaning of the characters has continued to evolve. Every character has its meaning."

Cang Linyuan picked up the pen and wrote the word "knife".

The knife character before started cleanly, ran smoothly, and ended sharply, giving people a sense of smoothness and sharpness.

And this knife character, the writing is steady, the ink is thick, without the sharp meaning just now, but it has a thick and majestic feeling.

After writing, the word knife turned into a thick knife, and with a click, the wooden table couldn't bear the weight of the knife, and it shattered.

The big knife fell to the ground, and there was a bang, and the tables, chairs, benches, pens, ink, and paper in the trembling study kept shaking.

A groove appeared on the ground, and the machete sank tens of meters, which stopped the downward trend.

"Kyushu has developed for thousands of years, and hundreds of kinds of knives have been born. The flying knives are light, the machetes are sharp, and the horse-slashing knives are powerful and heavy."

Cang Linyuan wiped it casually, and the study returned to its original state, and said: "The same knife character, written in different ways, can produce different gestures and produce different effects."

"There are tens of thousands of characters in Kyushu, and each character has a different meaning and writing method." Li Xiang shook his head. "Without decades of hard work, how can we write so many characters with various changes?"

Cang Linyuan smiled faintly, "It's just writing. If you find it difficult, you don't need to write so much. Just choose a few words or even one word to write. For you, the words are not many but precise."

Li Xiang cupped his hands thoughtfully, "I've been taught."

Cang Linyuan smiled heartily, "You and I are fellows, you don't have to be polite! How about this, you choose a few words, and I will teach you different ways of writing them."

Li Xiang was not polite, he thought for a while, and said three words.

Half an hour later, Li Xiang returned to Zhen Guo Mansion.

Xu Xiulian was looking at herself in the mirror.

After merging into the godhead, a crescent moon mark appeared between her brows, and no matter how much she rubbed and washed, she couldn't get rid of it.

Seeing her son coming back, Xu Xiulian felt a little strange. She wanted to chatter a few words, but when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them again.

"Have you eaten yet?" Li Xiang asked.

Xu Xiulian shook her head.

"After the godhead is integrated, the body will be transformed, and you can directly absorb the aura of the world from the surroundings, so you won't feel hungry."

Li Xiang looked at the old lady whose temperament had changed drastically, and said, "In the future, my son will build you a temple, put you on the lotus seat, and then you can wait to collect tickets."

Xu Xiulian's face sank, and she stretched out her hand to hit Li Xiang on the forehead, "Tickets are collected, tickets are collected, it's impossible to treat my old lady as a mud bodhisattva! Brat's wings are stiff, and he's starting to trick your old lady!"

Li Xiang ran with his head in his arms, and Xu Xiulian chased after him. The mother and son stepped on the lawn and broke a flower branch, scaring a thousand koi to hide under the pond.

As the "Chief of Internal Affairs", Xu Wencheng was about to come over to talk to Xu Xiulian, when he saw Zhen Guo God of War running away with his head in his arms being chased by his old lady, he was startled and hurriedly backed out.

"I didn't see it, I didn't see it, I didn't see anything!"

in the garden.

The old lady's "chasing and killing" finally came to an end after Li Xiang admitted his mistake and gave in.

Xu Xiulian sat on the stone bench in the garden, frowning, "It's really amazing, I used to chase you for a few laps, and I would be out of breath, but now I'm fine, my face doesn't turn red and I don't get out of breath."

Li Xiang sat down beside her, feeling quite comfortable.

After returning to his ancestors, he spent most of his time fighting.

Becoming the Son of Heaven, with enough ability, he is planning for the Northern Expedition, pulling Kyushu out of the quagmire step by step.

Later, when he returned to his ancestors, he wanted to rebuild the heavenly court.Being in a high position, holding power, thinking and behavior are all affected.

In the Heavenly Court, he is the one and only Heavenly Emperor.

In the underworld, he is the decisive and decisive son of the Yin Emperor.

In Kyushu Huaxia, he is a powerful God of War.

People before and after must maintain the majesty of the strong.

It's like having a mask on your face.

After a long time, this mask has been integrated into the flesh, so that he subconsciously thinks that this is the real self.

But, is this really the case?

Two years ago, he was just an ordinary person in another world who stayed up late and worked overtime every day for mortgages and car loans, living a boring life that could see the end at a glance.

But now, he alone can decide the future of the heaven, the world, and the netherworld.

Sometimes when he wakes up in the middle of the night, he recalls the past, examines himself, and even feels that everything is a dream.

But this is not a dream after all.

As the fit with the ancestors increases, the memories of those past lives, such as TV series, mobile games, takeaways, and hot searches, are disappearing and blurring.

And the mask on his face has become a part of himself.

Only when he is next to his old lady Xu Xiulian, can he feel his former self.

He didn't want this feeling to go away.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to tear off the mask of the god who was fused into flesh and blood, and become that naughty brat again, in order to reduce the influence of the godhead on his old lady.

"Why doesn't the brat talk? What kind of idea is he thinking?" Xu Xiulian glared at her son angrily.

Li Xiang grinned, "How dare you, my mother has become a god, and I will need your old man to cover me in the future."

As he spoke, he took out a paper bag out of nowhere, "I saw kebabs on the road, smelled it, and bought a few skewers."

"You have a bit of conscience." Xu Xiulian took out a bunch, smelled it first, bit off a piece of meat, chewed it twice, looked at Li Xiang, shook her head, "Oh."

Li Xiang was puzzled, "Mom, why are you sighing?"

Xu Xiulian was silent for a moment, then said, "You don't need to do these things."

Li Xiang was startled slightly.

Xu Xiulian said, "Mom knows your intentions, but it's just like you said, after becoming a god, you will gain a lot and lose a lot. Mom, I have this awareness."

She raised her head and looked at the slowly rising moon in the western sky, as if she had sensed something, the half-moon mark between her brows shimmered.

"You have Kyushu in your heart and [-] million ordinary people, that's enough. Now that you have become a god, why bother to be entangled with ordinary people?"