V4.Chapter 294

This question is really a good one to answer. Not only Rick, I'm afraid everyone in the snow dance Corps knows what's going on now.

The sword emperor has no action. He can't be more peaceful.

"He didn't do anything."

Rick thought seriously and said, "at present, his majesty is very free every day, drinking tea and drinking wine. Besides, he is practicing calligraphy most of the time."

"Practicing calligraphy?"

Li Tianlan's eyes were in a trance.

Rick nodded, as if he suddenly thought of something, and then said, "Oh, yes, your majesty asked the snow dance army to prepare two sets of Han suits for him yesterday. It's a strange request."

Li Tianlan did not speak.

The kimono of Dongdao is similar to that of Hanfu, with wide robes and wide sleeves, but the latter is more complicated, gorgeous and particular.

On the eve of Li Huacheng's visit to Ulan, Wang Tianzong wanted to wear this ancient costume. In a sense, it was tantamount to showing that he was still in the middle of the continent. This statement is very obscure, but Li Huacheng would like to see it.

Li Tianlan thought casually in his mind, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He just asked, "what did he write?"

"I don't know."

Rick shook his head, helpless.

Nowadays, it is known all over the world that Wang Tianzong was imprisoned by Li Tianlan in the presidential palace of Ulan, but only the Ulan side dare not think so. Who is polite and respectful to Wang Tianzong at home and abroad? What does Wang Tianzong write? He is not willing to publicize it. Can't anyone dare to see it?

Li Tianlan leaned on the sofa and lit a cigarette. He mumbled to himself that he was practicing calligraphy. He suddenly asked, "are you sure he only got a few sets of ancient clothes?"

"Sure."

Rick said without hesitation.

Wang Tianzong's purchase of ancient clothes through the snow dance Legion was immediately sent to his desk. In the past 20 years, Wulan and Zhongzhou have always been at loggerheads. Of course, there is no market for the so-called Zhongzhou ancient clothes. Rick still sent someone to buy them from Ameya and carefully checked them several times before handing them over to Wang Tianzong. He took over all this in person, I saw it delivered to Wang Tianzong with my own eyes. There can't be anything else in the middle.

Li Tianlan took a smoke and fell into deep meditation.

The matter of ancient costume was completely put down by him. What he was thinking about was why Wang Tianzong wanted to practice calligraphy.

His thinking is constantly drifting away, thinking of Li, Lin, Wang of Beihai, and even more than 20 years ago.

At the beginning, Li Honghe asked him to practice calligraphy every day, from small to large, even before he left.

A shabby brush fell on the yellowing white rice paper. Every brush was sword light.

But this is not Lee's way.

Li's sword is twenty-four Epee sword, which only wants to be sharp and break the sky.

This is also not the road of the Wang family in Beihai. The martial arts of the Wang family in Beihai are powerful, and they break out in an instant and are invincible in the world.

But now Wang Tianzong is practicing calligraphy.

Every move of the sword emperor of Zhongzhou is not meaningless.

Lin family began to become clear in his mind, he thought of Lin leisurely in front of him that shot.

The martial arts of Lin and Li come down in one continuous line, but they are different from each other. They have the same picture of war god, the same sword 24, Li's epee, and Lin's idea.

It wasn't until Li Tianlan's three-year long journey that he realized the significance of Li Honghe's own calligraphy practice. His sword was intended to be perfect in the three-year long journey, and the starting point of everything was the shabby brush.

Practicing calligraphy is practicing sword.

Wang Tianzong is accumulating his sword spirit.

Li Honghe understood the emphasis of Lin's martial arts, so did Wang Tianzong.

Go on, all inclusive.

Wang Tianzong has really come to the last step of breakthrough.

Li Tianlan's heart was suddenly cold.

He looked out of the window and remained silent for a long time.

"Your Highness, do you want to..."

Rick coughed and stammered.

"No

Li Tianlan shook his head: "from now on, you don't need to pay attention to the affairs of jianhuang."

"How can I do that?"

Rick stood up subconsciously.

"It's useless to pay attention. Wait. "

Li Tianlan stood up and went to the study, calmly said: "wait for him to leave."

Rick brain blank for a moment, instinctively asked: "where is your highness?"

Li Tianlan did not look back, but calmly said: "I also practice calligraphy."

He pushed open the door of his study and went in.

Dongcheng, with a delicate figure, had awakened, blinked a pair of clear eyes and said, "do you want to practice calligraphy?"

Li Tianlan looked at him with a smile and said in a soft voice, "prepare the pen and paper."

He should have thought of it a long time ago.

In the sky academy, when he wrote down the three words of donghuangdian, he vaguely knew this method.

It's only now that he was reminded by Wang Tianzong that he recalled it.

Take the pen as the sword, condense the meaning of the sword.

It's a sword hiding and a sword raising.

This may be the only way for him to make the perfect sword meaning go further.

Dongcheng soon prepared the paper and pen and stood beside Li Tianlan to polish the ink.

Her body has a very light fragrance, and her look is extremely focused.

The sound of the wind and the rain.

Li Tianlan stood in front of the table with his pen. He was as strong as a sword. The meaning of the sword came from his wrist and the tip of the pen.

Li Tianlan quietly looked at the paper in front of him. His eyes were calm, just like the deep starry sky.

At the same time.

In the only intact room in the presidential palace, Wang Tianzong is also practicing calligraphy.

He was wearing a dark Han suit. His skirt was dancing and his sleeves were flying. But his hand holding the pen was very stable and did not tremble.

Complete room, white paper, dignified ink, dark ancient clothes, tall and straight body.

Everything seems to have become one in the invisible. Everything in the world is shaking gently with the pen in Wang Tianzong's hand.

Everything turns into a sword.

Incomparable solemnity, incomparable solemnity.

A few hundred words on the paper, a stroke.

Wang Tianzong's handwriting is not beautiful, or even neat, but he has a power of awe and even submission.

This kind of strength is not sharp, but heavy enough to crush everything in an instant.

His eyes were focused and serious.

Write.

The last word.

At the same time.

Li Tianlan's pen crossed the paper.

The first word.

With Li Tianlan's writing, an extremely fierce sword Qi flies up in a flash, and expands to the whole study, which is mysterious and unpredictable.

The study entered the cold winter.

Standing beside Li Tianlan, Dongcheng moves uneasily. Everything in her sight has no change, but vaguely, it seems that the whole space is beginning to condense.

With the stroke of the nib, the sword Qi becomes more and more fierce.

Lin Fengting opened his eyes in meditation.

He glanced blankly for a week and finally saw Li Tianlan behind the desk.

This scene is too familiar for him.

His pupils contracted abruptly.

Li also woke up.

All eyes fell on the rice paper in front of Li Tianlan.

That's his first word.

Simple.

Only one horizontal is one.

What no one knows is that in the presidential palace, Wang Tianzong's last word is just as simple.

There is only one horizontal, but also one horizontal.

It ends in one word.

Start with one word.

A word is like a sword.