Cang Linyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, quite surprised.
"How did fellow Taoist do it?"
Li Xiang frowned, "I'm not good at writing, I just copy the way you write, and..."
He shook his head, "My word for sword is just one word."
Cang Linyuan was slightly possessed and looked at the word carefully. After a while, he said, "In terms of appearance, your word is almost exactly the same as mine just now. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it.
It can be done to this extent.”
"It's just..." He paused, shook his head and said, "Your words have no shape, no meaning, and no momentum. Naturally, they cannot condense the force of the sword, the edge of the sword, and the intention of the sword, and they fly off the table."
Seeing that Li Xiang was thoughtful, Cang Linyuan continued, "From the time when Cangjie created the characters to the present day, the characters for Jiuzhou have been passed down from generation to generation through countless people, and their meanings have been constantly evolving. Each character has its own meaning."
Cang Linyuan picked up the pen and wrote another word "dao".
The previous character for "dao" starts cleanly, moves smoothly, and ends sharply, giving people a smooth and sharp feeling.
But this word "dao" is written calmly and thickly. It lacks the sharp meaning just now, but has more of a sense of weight and majesty.
After writing, the word "dao" turned into a thick sword. With a click, the wooden table could not bear the weight of the sword and broke into pieces.
The big knife fell to the ground with a loud bang, shaking the desks, chairs, benches, pens, ink and papers in the study room.
A groove appeared on the ground, and the sword sank dozens of meters, and then the downward trend was stopped.
"Kyushu has developed for thousands of years, and hundreds of types of knives have been born. Flying knives are light, machete knives are sharp, and horse-killing knives are powerful and heavy..."
Cang Linyuan touched it casually, restoring the study to its original state, and said: "The same word "dao", written in different ways, can produce different strokes 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 could he write so many varied characters?"
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, it's not about having too many words but being precise."
Li Xiang was thoughtful and cupped his hands, "I've learned a lesson."
Cang Linyuan smiled heartily, "You and I are from the same camp, so don't be polite! Let's just choose a few words and I'll teach you how to write them in different ways."
Li Xiang was not polite. He thought for a moment and said three words.
…
Half an hour later, Li Xiang returned to Zhenguo Mansion.
Xu Xiulian was looking at herself in the mirror.
After integrating into the godhead, a crescent mark appeared between her eyebrows. No matter how hard she scrubbed, she could not remove it.
Seeing her son coming back, Xu Xiulian felt a little strange. She wanted to say something, but when the words came to her mouth, she swallowed them back.
"Have you eaten?" Li Xiang asked.
Xu Xiulian shook her head.
"After the godhead is integrated, the body will be transformed and can directly absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from the surroundings, so there will be no feeling of hunger."
Li Xiang looked at the old lady whose temperament had changed drastically and said, "From now on, my son will build a temple for you, put you on the lotus seat, and wait for the tickets to be collected."
Xu Xiulian's face sank, and she stretched out her hand to hit Li Xiang on the forehead, "Collect the tickets, collect the tickets, you can't treat me like a mud bodhisattva! The brat's wings have become stiff, and he's starting to take advantage of your mother!"
Li Xiang ran away with his head in his hands, and Xu Xiulian chased after him. The mother and son stepped across the lawn, broke the flower branches, and scared a thousand koi carp to hide under the pond.
Xu Wencheng, who was the "General Manager of Internal Affairs", was about to come over to talk to Xu Xiulian. When he saw the God of War running around being chased by his mother, he was startled and hurriedly retreated.
"I didn't see it, I didn't see it, I didn't see anything!"
In the garden.
My mother's "hunting" finally ended after Li Xiang admitted his mistake and surrendered.
Xu Xiulian sat on the stone bench in the garden, frowning, "It's really amazing. In the past, I would be out of breath after running around after you for a few times, but now it's better, I don't blush and I'm out of breath."
Li Xiang sat down next to her, feeling quite comfortable.
After returning to his ancestors, he spent most of his time fighting.
After becoming Yin Tianzi, he had sufficient abilities and was planning for the Northern Expedition, pulling Kyushu out of the quagmire step by step.
Later, the Taigong returned to his ancestors and wanted to rebuild the heaven. He was in a high position, had authority, and his thoughts and behaviors were all affected.
In heaven, he is the emperor of heaven.
In the underworld, he is the Yin Tianzi who kills decisively.
In Kyushu China, he is a powerful god of war who governs the country.
We must maintain the majesty of the strong before and after us.
It's like having a mask on your face.
Over time, this mask blended into his skin, so much so that he subconsciously believed that this was his true self.
But, is this really the case for me?
Two years ago, he was just an ordinary person in another world who stayed up late and worked overtime every day to pay for his mortgage and car loans, living a boring life with the end in sight.
But now, he alone can decide the future of heaven, earth, and the underworld.
Sometimes when he wakes up late at 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 compatibility with the ancestors increases, those memories of past lives, TV series, mobile games, takeaways, hot searches... those once familiar things are disappearing and blurring.
And the mask on my face has become a part of me.
Only next to his wife, Xu Xiulian, can he feel who he once was.
He didn't want this feeling to go away.
Therefore, he did not hesitate to tear off the mask of the god that was blended into flesh and blood, and became the naughty brat again, in order to reduce the influence of the godhead on my mother.
"Why don't you say anything, brat? What other ideas are you thinking of?" Xu Xiulian glared at her son angrily.
Li Xiang grinned, "How dare you? Mom has become a god. I will still need you to protect me from now on."
As he spoke, he took out a paper bag from somewhere and said, "I saw a kebab shop selling mutton skewers on the road. I smelled the aroma and bought a few skewers."
"You still have some conscience." Xu Xiulian took out a bunch, smelled it first, bit off a piece of meat, chewed it twice, looked at Li Xiang, and shook her head, "Oh."
Li Xiang was confused, "Mom, why are you sighing?"
Xu Xiulian was silent for a moment and said, "You don't have to do this."
Li Xiang was slightly startled.
Xu Xiulian said, "Mom knows your intention, but as you said, after becoming a god, you will gain a lot of things and lose a lot of things. Mom, I have this awareness."
She raised her head and looked at the slowly rising moon in the western sky. As if she sensed something, the half-moon mark between her eyebrows shone with light.
"You have Kyushu and 40 million ordinary people in your heart. That is enough. Now that you have become a god, why bother getting entangled with mortals?"
