"I'm not a stylist, but I can also use Qi and Tiandao characters."
"Ah?!" Huo Guang opened his mouth in shock: "Why, father, you never said that."
"You didn't even ask, I thought you weren't interested."
"If you are interested, how can you not be interested? Come on, father, teach me."
The two returned home quickly. Huo Zhongru placed bamboo slips on the table, took a pen and said: "The characters written after using Qi are called Tiandao characters. They have magical power. People who can use this kind of characters are called
Called [Scholar]."
Huo Zhongru put his hands behind his back and pretended to have a deep voice: "Cangjie created the characters and got the power of heaven and earth to turn into Qi and hide it in the characters. People in later generations can learn from it."
"Qi is the basis for stimulating the power contained in words. It is a mysterious and unpredictable energy. There is no other way to teach it. I can only feel it calmly. It took me two full months to feel the existence of Qi.
It is considered to be the best talent, and there are many people who have used it for more than ten years."
He handed the pen to Huo Guang: "You are good at writing small characters, come and write the character [fire] for your father."
Huo Guang simply wrote the word "fire" with his pen.
Huo Zhongru looked at Huo Guang's handwriting and shook his head: "Your handwriting is a bit strange. Don't write it randomly. I remember that you used to write well."
Huo Guang's head was hit again, and then he realized that the simplified Chinese version of the character "火" that he subconsciously wrote was now the official script used in the Han Dynasty. Fortunately, there was not much difference in this simple character, so Huo Zhongru recognized it as the character "火", that is
I felt that Huo Guang’s writing was awkward.
Seeing Huo Guang rubbing his head, Huo Zhongru was not angry at all. He simply took the pen and started writing: "Remember, writing should be beautiful and pay attention to the silkworm head and wild goose tail, with twists and turns." As he said this, Huo Zhongru wrote the word "fire".
The appearance of the two fire characters can be recognized as the same character, but the specifications and styles of the strokes are different.
"Take a good look, this is called calligraphy. You are not good at calligraphy. Why are you going back the more you learn," Huo Zhongru said angrily.
Aguang was speechless. His handwriting was actually very good. Although he was a college student, he still loved writing. After all, writing and the ultimate form of life pursuits are the same.
Wild grass.
Huo Zhongru pretended to be mysterious and said, "Just keep an eye on me."
He lit a candle beside him, and held the piece of bamboo with the word "fire" between his index and middle fingers. For a moment, Huo Guang felt that there was some breeze gathering around him. He couldn't tell what it was, but it gave people a refreshing feeling.
Feel.
And these slow breezes finally condensed on Huo Zhongru's fingers. The flames started from the candle and followed the breeze just now, and began to move to the bamboo pieces, igniting the bamboo pieces, and then moved with the movement of Huo Zhongru's fingers.
Huo Guang stared at the flames blankly.
You can control whatever you write? Isn’t this the same as a talisman? What kind of power is this?
A Guang briefly guessed, Qi is magic power, and Zi is magic formula?
Huo Zhongru could control the flames with just the word "fire", which puzzled Huo Guang. As a materialistic young man, how could he believe in strange powers and chaos, but he couldn't help but not believe it when faced with the facts.
"Unfilial son, why are you standing still? The fire is almost burning my hair."
After Huo Guang came to his senses in a daze, he realized that Huo Zhongru had accidentally put fire on his clothes and was rolling all over the floor.
Huo Guang hurriedly picked up the water ladle and put out the fire. Fortunately, Huo Zhongru was fine.
While he was talking, Huo Guang was distracted. He imitated his example and picked up the bamboo pieces he had written with the character "fire", recalling the power he had just felt that was as refreshing as the breeze.
Looking at Huo Guang's appearance, Huo Zhongru smiled and said: "Silly boy, you also think you are a genius like your father. If so..."
Before he finished speaking, Huo Guang's hand ignited with a ball of blazing flames, which was even worse than Huo Zhongru's.
"This...this..." Huo Zhongru looked at Huo Guang in disbelief with his eyes widened.
The vocabulary of the ancients was still lacking, and there was no word that could not express Huo Zhongru's state of mind at this time.
"wrong!"
"wrong!!"
"wrong!!!"
Huo Guang tried it himself and felt the feeling of Qi surrounding his body. After controlling the vigorous flames, Huo Guang discovered something strange.
Just now, Huo Zhongru activated Qi to control the flame on the candle. After writing the word "fire", he controlled the ready-made flame, but he directly generated the flame on the words.
Huo Guang immediately asked his question: "Father, can flames be generated by writing the word "fire"?"
Huo Zhongru said with a speechless face: "How can it be possible to generate flames? It is to use Qi to control flames. This is the power of Tiandao writing. When you write the word "fire", you can use Qi to control fire, and when you write the word "water", you can use Qi to control water.
, but how can you generate flames? What are you thinking? That is not a magical method."
Obviously this matter was beyond the scope of Huo Zhongru's knowledge. Huo Guang knew that his father must be a dabbler with only a little knowledge, but he clearly felt that fire was created out of thin air when he wrote down fire.
As for the energy that is like a breeze, it should be Qi.
Huo Guang looked at his hands and continued to feel this energy, moving with his heart. This energy seemed to fill the whole space, the whole world, everywhere. If he had not sensed it before, he felt that it did not exist. As he sensed it around Huo Zhongru,
After visiting it once, it became apparent that it was everywhere.
The power to control everything with words is truly a magical power.
Huo Zhongru looked at Huo Guang with great confusion and said: "Qi is a very difficult power to perceive. Ordinary people may not be able to master it after more than ten years. How can you learn it in one go?"
Huo Guang thought this might be his golden finger, a super talent, but Huo Zhongru immediately laughed: "As expected of my son, he has inherited my talent, an absolute genius, a genius."
Huo Guang was speechless. Could all this be brought on to him? It would prevent his identity as a time traveler from being suspected. Huo Guang felt that even if he told Huo Zhongru what would happen next, Huo Zhongru would feel that he was involved.
The light of his blood leaves no other doubt.
Huo Zhongru was happy for a while and then said: "Aguang, when you went outside and someone asked you how long it took you to learn to control Qi, you just said three months. That's too short."
Huo Guang didn't expect that Huo Zhongru would actually ask him to hide his clumsiness. He thought that Huo Zhongru would publicize it based on his character.
I also remembered that Huo Zhongru just said that he had learned it in two months. If Huo Zhongru was not bragging, then shouldn't he also be super powerful? How could he be a small county official in this small county?
"Father, are there many people who know how to use Qi? Are there many stylists?"
"People who know how to use Qi are rare, and stylists are even rarer."
"I see that there are not many scholars in Xiahe County, so my father should not just be a county official."
Huo Guang's words made Huo Zhongru freeze on the spot. The light of the candle flame danced in his eyes. It seemed that everything around him had stopped. Many things flashed through Huo Zhongru's eyes.
Huo Zhongru, who had been explaining the text of Tiandao with great interest just now, threw the bamboo piece away and sighed.
