Chapter 1898: God’s will is like a knife

Style: Fantasy Author: Twelve Winged Dark SeraphWords: 2167Update Time: 24/01/13 07:00:27
"God's will is like a knife, what does this mean?" Qingli took the wooden board, read out the four words written on it, and looked at Han Sen with some confusion.

She knew all these four words and could understand the literal meaning, but Qingli didn't understand the real meaning at all.

"Go back and read it slowly. Once you understand it and learn it, and you can write these four words, I will accept you as my disciple." Han Sen said with a chuckle.

"As long as I can copy the same four words, you will let me become your teacher. Is it really that simple?" Qingli looked at Han Sen in disbelief and asked. He could pass the test by just imitating four words. She seemed too simple.

"Yes, it's that simple. Go back and practice hard. But I have a condition. You are not allowed to ask for help from others. You can only read and write by yourself. If anyone else helps, you will lose." Han Sen said with a smile.

These four words are very simple, but imitating them is by no means an easy task.

The four characters written by Han Sen imply the meaning of a tooth knife. The strokes can be imitated, but the artistic conception cannot be imitated.

He asked Qingli to imitate these four words. Although most of his thoughts were to make Qingli die, but if Qingli could really understand the artistic conception and imitate it, then it would be considered a success. He's a genius, and he won't suffer any loss if he has a disciple like him.

"Okay, this is what you said, don't go back on it." Qingli is too young. Even if he doesn't know how to read, his understanding of swords has not reached a high level. It was just four words. She thought it would be easy to imitate, and she was afraid that Han Sen would regret it.

"I will never regret it." Han Sen said with a smile.

Qingli happily went home with the board, intending to copy it and write four beautiful words and show them to Han Sen, so that he would kneel down and sing "Conquer" without any nonsense. A genius becomes a disciple.

After returning home, Qingli couldn't wait to start practicing.

Although the Ruibet tribe also attaches great importance to cultural classes, Qingli is not very concerned about it. He learned well, but his mind is not on it. He just finishes his homework and naturally does not think about practicing calligraphy on his own.

Fortunately, King Liuhua had a very good tutor and forced Qingli to practice calligraphy for a period of time.

Qingli's calligraphy is not very good, but it is fair. If he is just copying, Qingli is still somewhat confident.

But after Qingli started copying Han Sen's handwriting, she felt a little strange as she wrote, because the more she wrote, the more she felt that her writing didn't look like it.

Obviously at the beginning, I felt that the copy was somewhat similar, but as I continued writing, I found that it was no longer the same.

"It's strange, how could this happen?" Qingli took the wooden board and studied it carefully, and found that the words on the wooden board were actually changing.

Or it shouldn't be said to be a change, but the traces of those words on the wooden board are getting deeper and deeper, so the feeling of those words is slowly changing, and it seems as if the words will change.

"The power of the Jue Fang?" Qingli suddenly understood that the four words written by Han Sen actually contained the power of the Jue Fang. The power of the Jue Fang continuously tears apart the wooden board to create such an effect.

Such a discovery not only did not make Qingli shrink back, but instead inspired her to be competitive. She took a deep breath and vowed to copy these four words no matter what.

This time Qingli worked hard, copying the four characters written by Han Sen while studying calligraphy and sword skills.

As the daughter of King Liuhua, she wanted to learn calligraphy and swordsmanship. Naturally, everyone was willing to explain a lot of calligraphy to her. Moreover, King Liuhua collected many authentic works by famous artists. In addition, Qingli was indeed a very smart girl. Nothing gained.

Although it is difficult to significantly improve the calligraphy level in a short period of time, the improvement of my vision is very fast. The more I look at it, the more I feel that Han Sen's four characters are indeed too powerful.

What's amazing is not how well these four words are written, but the artistic conception of the sword technique in them is so powerful.

Every time Qingli's appreciation of calligraphy and swordsmanship increases, the more he feels that these four characters are mysterious and mysterious. The more he imitates them, the more he feels that they are not what he wrote, and it is difficult to imitate the artistic conception in half.

Snapped!

Nearly ten days later, the board suddenly shattered. Han Sen's energy and sword intent concentrated on the words completely reduced the board to pieces, and the four words completely disappeared.

Qingli was stunned for a moment, and probably understood that this should be the time limit given to her by Han Sen. She couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. The words were ruined, but she still couldn't copy them. This time she obviously failed the test.

"Qingli, why are you hiding at home? Why haven't I seen you for so many days? The exchange meeting is about to begin." A woman's voice came from outside the door, and at the same time, someone opened the door and walked in.

The person who pushed the door open was a girl from the Rebet tribe who was about the same age as Qingli. This girl's name was Du Lishe. She was the daughter of the Moon Wheel King. Like Qingli, she was a disciple of Yuexiayuan and they had played together since childhood. Big bestie.

Qingli has always been lively and active, but he has been hiding at home for more than ten days without going out, nor playing with her or her close friends. This made Du Lishe very curious and wanted to know what Qingli was doing at home, so He ran to the house to find her.

"All the Buddhist sons and daughters of the Buddhist clan are here. If you don't go take a look at the excitement, why are you hiding at home?" Du Lishe saw Qingli and said as she walked over.

"Hey, you are actually practicing calligraphy. Did Uncle Liuhua force you to do it?" Du Lishe saw the calligraphy displayed everywhere, picked up one, looked at it, and said, "Your calligraphy has improved a lot. It is better than before." much better."

"Father didn't force me, I wanted to practice on my own." Qingli shook his head and said.

"That's really weird. You actually take the initiative to practice calligraphy. This is not like your style. What stimulated you?" Du Lishe looked at Qingli in surprise.

Qingli said with a frustrated look: "You also know that I have admired Her Majesty the Queen since I was a child and wanted to be her disciple. However, Her Majesty the Queen said that my qualifications are not suitable for practicing dental swordsmanship and refused to accept me as a disciple."

"I know that. Hasn't it been a long time? Are you still thinking about it?" Du Lishe said.

Qingli shook his head: "No matter what, Her Majesty the Queen is my idol, so I thought of a way. If I can't worship Her Majesty the Queen as my teacher, I will worship her disciples as teachers. In this way, I will be Her Majesty the Queen's disciple." , that’s almost the same as being a disciple.”

"The daughter of the majestic King of Flowers actually went to become a teacher to that Han Sen. I'm really sorry you thought of it. Even if you were willing to become a teacher, he wouldn't dare to accept you, would he?" Du Lishe said with a smile.

"He didn't reject me. He just wrote four words for me to copy. He said he would accept me as his disciple if I copied them." Qingli said.

"So you've been hiding at home and practicing calligraphy for so long?" Du Lishe then realized that all Qingli wrote were the words "God's will is like a knife".

"Yeah, it's a pity that after practicing for so long, I still can't write it." Qingli said depressedly.

"What word is so difficult to write? Let me see." Du Lishe asked curiously.

Qingli shook his head and said: "The words are gone."nt

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