In Kyoto City, in a snack bar whose signboard says "One bite of ice powder".
The little girl put down her phone and stared at the two guests blankly.
The boss wearing an apron also stuck his head out and was stunned.
On the street in front of the store, the pedestrians stopped, and the shop owners and clerks also put down their work.
Everyone gathered around to watch, hundreds of pairs of eyes staring directly at the man in the shop.
The man who has been worshiped by countless words.
Cang Linyuan ignored the looks of others, he just stood up slowly, faced Li Xiang, bent down and held his hands in salute.
Countless words flew towards him, forming a huge road at his feet.
This road expanded in all directions, covering the entire city of Kyoto, and then expanded further, covering the entire Kyushu in just a few moments.
The second god of war, Wei Mingguang, enters the Tao with his sword. His sword is brilliant and he moves forward in an indomitable way.
After the catastrophe in Kyoto ten years ago, he followed the sword path and went north alone to kill the demon realm.
Ten years later, his swordsmanship entered the ruins of Heaven and killed many remnants of immortals and gods.
And at this moment.
The God of War Linyuan entered the Tao through words and became the second person in all of Kyushu to have his own "Tao".
His word path is not straight forward like Wei Mingguang's sword path, but radiates in all directions.
It is not so much a "Tao" as it is a "net", a net that covers the entire Kyushu.
Because where there are Kyushu characters, that is where his Tao lies.
As Cang Linyuan bowed, the countless words in the text also bowed to thank him.
An invisible force flew out of the word path and came to Li Xiang.
Li Xiang was not polite and stretched out his right hand. The power immediately penetrated into the palm of his hand, searching around him and escaping into the sea of consciousness.
Li Xiang looked at the sea of consciousness and found that this power turned into a pen, floating quietly in the corner of the sea of consciousness.
Pens are used for writing.
When he picks up this pen, he can mobilize Cang Linyuan's power of writing.
This is the most sincere thanks and also the greatest trust.
As long as Li Xiang is willing, he can take this pen, walk on Cang Linyuan's calligraphy path, and use the power of words.
From then on, they were truly like-minded.
"This is no place for conversation."
Cang Linyuan said, and with a thought in his mind, a word "door" appeared in front of him, and the two of them walked into it.
Just take one step in, and the scene in front of you changes instantly, and you are already in an antique study room.
This should be the residence of Linyuan War God.
Not all Zhenguo Mansion is as grand as Li Xiang's one.
For example, Emperor Shaktian's Zhenguo Mansion was just a small courtyard with two willow trees.
There was a teenage boy in the study room, sitting on a stool, holding a pen in his hand, posing as if practicing calligraphy, but with a croak hanging from the corner of his mouth.
Cang Linyuan stepped forward and knocked on his head.
The little boy woke up suddenly and reflexively wrote and drew on the paper.
"Stop pretending, you brat, we have distinguished guests." Cang Linyuan reminded.
The little boy then raised his head and said with a shy face, "Master, when did you come back?"
Cang Linyuan reminded, "My name is Uncle Li."
The little boy was stunned and looked at Li Xiang next to him in surprise. His two big and lively eyes rolled around a few times and he said obediently, "Hello, Uncle Li."
He quickly stood up and quickly made tea and came over. Instead of giving it to the master, he brought a bowl to Li Xiang and said, "Uncle Li, drink tea."
When Li Xiang took the tea bowl, the boy came behind Li Xiang again, stepped on the stool, and rubbed Li Xiang's shoulders diligently.
Cang Linyuan's face was filled with dark lines, "You brat, how could you ever be so attentive to your teacher?"
Li Xiang smiled lightly and said, "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."
"You brat..." Before Cang Linyuan could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Li Xiang, "It's just a small matter."
Li Xiang waved his hand casually, and a stream of Yin Qi emerged from his sleeves, condensing into a waist badge with ghost patterns, "This is the Netherworld Pass. With it, you can enter the underworld from any City God's Temple."
The little boy quickly took the ghost-pattern waist badge and put it in his trouser pocket, "Thank you, Uncle Li!"
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When he bent down to thank him, he suddenly saw countless words on the ground. He suddenly became curious and leaned over to read.
He had been practicing calligraphy with Cang Linyuan, and he had a natural affinity for words. The words on the calligraphy path jumped up and clung to him, making him giggle.
Cang Linyuan thought, and the words suddenly connected, entangled the little boy, and dragged him outside the study.
After seeing off the disciple, the study became quiet.
A smile finally appeared on Cang Linyuan's face.
This smile is from the inside out, extremely sincere and extremely joyful.
The countless characters on the footpath also danced happily.
Cang Linyuan knelt down and reached out to brush the words. The words jumped up, hugged his hand, and climbed happily, like thousands of lively elves.
Li Xiang looked at it and found that the words on his hand were all words expressing joyful emotions such as joy, joy, joy, and joy.
Seeing these words, Li Xiang's mood was also affected and he became happy.
"The great road has a spirit, and the words move with the heart. This power is wonderful."
Li Xiang felt the power of these words carefully and found that it was different from divine power, spiritual power, ghost power, and the power of totems he had previously experienced from ancient tribal ruins.
This is a brand new power and an extremely powerful one.
Cang Linyuan teased the words for a while, waved his hand, "Let's all disperse and go back to where we were."
Writing is a tool for communication and the basis for inheritance.
When countless characters from Kyushu are gathered on the word road, there will be huge obstacles in communication and inheritance.
After hearing Cang Linyuan's words, those densely packed words reluctantly jumped from his hand and landed on the word path.
After a moment, the words spread out and turned into countless words flying away.
Cang Linyuan stood up and saluted Li Xiang again, "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for your guidance."
"I am just a bystander," Li Xiang said with a smile. "It all depends on Taoist friend Linyuan's accumulated experience."
Cang Linyuan shook his head, "In the whole of Jiuzhou, except for me, I am a bystander on the road to words. But in so many years, no one has ever been able to see the truth of the words clearly."
"Even Lao Zhou can't be as lofty as you, fellow Daoist Li."
He was not lifting and stepping down to show off Li Xiang's knowledge, but it was the fact that as the God of War for the country, Cang Linyuan had no need and could not use such a trick.
Li Xiang said, "I can see far only because I stand on the shoulders of giants."
Cang Linyuan carefully thought about it, and after Li Xiang gave some suggestions and understood the meaning of the words, he always felt that every word Li Xiang said had profound meaning.
Li Xiang was silent for a moment and asked: "If the character "人" is really the strongest character, how should it be written?"
Cang Linyuan understood what he meant and didn't hide it, saying, "Before this, I used Lingqi to write characters, and by writing different characters, Lingqi was transformed into different forms."
"For example, the word knife."
He came behind the desk, picked up the brush the disciple had just used, dipped it in ink, and wrote the word "knife" on the paper.
Li Xiang clearly saw that spiritual energy came out of his sea of consciousness, poured into the brush from his hand, and adhered to the words.
It is a simple word "dao", but it has a complete origin, transformation and integration.
Li Xiang used his hand as a pen, mobilized his spiritual power, and copied Cang Linyuan's writing trajectory on the table.
The "knife" written by Cang Linyuan jumped out of the paper and turned into a sharp blade and flew out.
Cheng!
A metallic collision sound exploded overhead.
A deep knife mark appeared on the boundary of the study room.
