He had never doubted ancient characters before, and believed that the world must have a fixed form of its own.
No matter what happens, ancient words can always express the most real world.
But what is true?
For example, the Huashan in front of you.
Han Ming knew very well that the mountain was not blooming.
He saw this kind of scene just because of Dybalon's rhythm.
It affects the state of mind, thus affecting vision, hearing, and smell.
All of this is just an illusion, not a real existence.
Han Ming knew that as long as he meditated in his heart, he could immediately remove this simple illusion.
But can the illusion in front of you be said to be fake?
I saw it myself, even if it appeared, it must be true!
Even if the whole world is seen by yourself, it means it exists.
Existence means reasonable.
True and false, false, false, what is true and what is false?
It can only be said that there are real and illusions, but there is no falsehood.
Although the Huashan in front of you may only appear for a moment.
But this illusion was real and existed for a moment.
It just exists in your own world and in your mind.
In other words, this illusion can also be considered true.
At this moment, Han Ming suddenly realized something. Before he knew it, his understanding of ancient characters was one step further.
The old man kept singing obscure sentences in his mouth, turning into strange syllables and flying out.
Mountains and flowers bloom.
Han Ming felt aroused in his heart, saying that even if it was an illusion, my mentality was affected by these flowers.
Then they are real at this moment!
With the old man's singing, Han Ming's right hand trembled slightly, and an ice pen appeared.
There was a dripping water dripping from the tip of the pen. I held the pen holder tightly in my right hand and stained the flowers under my feet for a few times.
The tip of the pen suddenly turned into a flowery face, red with pink, which looked very beautiful.
The right wrist holding the ice pen flipped over and wrote a line of ancient words in the transparent air in front of me.
The pink ink traces float slowly in the sky, like lotus leaves swaying in the wind.
In this early morning, the sunshine and above the Flower Mountains seemed particularly conspicuous and full of painting.
Ancient characters can be condensed into all things in the world and form the most real things.
But in the same way, it can just express something, rather than be a specific look.
Maybe it's just a state of mind, maybe it's just a state of mind, or even just an illusion between thoughts.
It can represent water, fire, mountain, wind, and wood.
Now Han Ming asked it to represent only words, only words.
No one can understand the characters written in ancient texts except Han Ming.
But if it is used to represent something, you will understand immediately.
For example, Han Ming transformed the rune ware condensed from ancient characters into a mountain and appeared. Then everyone knows that this is a mountain.
But if the runes condensed from complex ancient characters are manifested into words.
In other words, although I can't understand it, no one knows immediately what this is.
What they see in their eyes is not complex and entangled runes, but things represented by runes.
Han Ming stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and soared into the air, floating back and forth in the air.
Lines of complex runes appear, connecting the sentences just now to form magical scenes.
Mixing the old man's rhythm, it looks so natural and so harmonious. The wind is like scissors."
On the flower mountain, there immediately a pink willow tree took root and sprouted. The wind was full of poetry and painting, like colorful oil paintings.
Seeing this, the old man felt very happy and laughed a few times. ()
"So happy, good mood!"
Pinched his hands and ten fingers in a row, and flowers flew up under his feet.
Crane... Crane...
Dingding... Dingding...
Lingling...Lingling...
The sleeves sway in the wind, and the hands kept flicking.
The petals were blown away by the sleeves, emitting strange syllables.
Petals are flying in the sky, gradually gathering, more and more, condensing in the air.
These countless colorful petals gradually gathered into a long river on the mountainside.
The old man turned around and looked at Han Ming in anticipation.
Han Ming smiled indifferently, jumped into the air, and flipped back and forth with a brush.
Rows of strange ancient runes remained in the sky out of thin air.
Looking at the flower river, a flower boat gradually appeared.
Several pairs of mandarin ducks depend on each other and accompany each other.
The old man laughed, his ten fingers hit each other, and his flesh and blood made a crisp sound.
On the flower boat, a woman looked at the shore with affection.
On the shore, a handsome man looked forward to it.
The old man looked back at Han Ming again.
But Han Ming sighed slightly and continued to write the brush in his hand.
The man on the shore suddenly disappeared and turned into floating petals and swept away.
The woman went up to chase after her, but no one left.
The ancient runes in front of you have been completely completed.
Han Ming sighed: "The fragrance of red lotus roots leaves the jade mat in autumn. I lightly unload the silk clothes and go to the orchid boat alone. Who sends brocade in the clouds? When the geese return, the moon fills the west building.
Flowers fall and water flows, a kind of lovesickness, two idle worries. This feeling has no way to be eliminated, and it has just fallen down, but it has come to my heart."
When the old man heard this, he immediately sighed.
"Little Friend Han seems to be a person in love, but if you have a beloved woman who can't meet each other?"
At this time, the old man had already changed the name of Han Xiaoyou.
Han Ming frowned slightly and smiled faintly: "Mr. Dibalon seems to be the same as me.
They are both people who have fallen into the world.
Some things I don’t want to put down, but I can’t catch them.
You can't let go, you have to let go."
The old man smiled bitterly: "But neither of us could let go in the end."
Han Ming smiled and thought to himself that the old man must be trapped by love.
Could it be that retreating to the deep mountains is also related to love?
The world in front of us is vivid and colorful under the common description of the two.
"My friend Han, it's a pity that you and I are the only one who are destined to meet the beautiful scenery in front of you."
Han Ming smiled and said, "It's not difficult. If there is no war in the world, this beautiful scenery will not just appear in the illusion."
Instead, it is truly presented to everyone, from illusion to reality.
What we are painting now is a small picture.
If the world is peaceful, it would be a painting that is so big.
Wouldn't it be happy?"
The old man waved his hand and chuckled: "You kid, you never want to let me go."
Can you bring me into the mortal world no matter what you say?”
Han Ming smiled and said, "Where is the mortal world? Here? Where?
Where is the world? Where? Here?
The old man has concerns in his heart, and wherever he is, he is the mortal world.
I have a world of martial arts in my heart, and wherever I am, it is the world of martial arts."
The old man shook his head and smiled, "I can't tell you, I can't tell you."
But don’t think that old man, I will go out again, you will give up."
Han Ming smiled and said, "I have patience and no rush."
"Do you understand this rhythm?" the old man asked with a smile.
Han Ming carried his left hand behind him, and his right hand touched the world in front of him.
The flower mountain, flower river, flower boat, flower daughter disappeared immediately.
What remains are the lush green mountains and the faint mist on the side of the mountain.
"I don't know much, at most one or two."
The old man also said: "Your ancient writing is also very profound.
I, the old man, don’t know that there are so many things that these ancient characters can express.
I used to think it was some kind of ancient simple text, which was not much different from today's text.
Now it seems that I am thinking too simple.
But it's good, it's better.
I sing, you write, it’s even better, it’s even better!”
Han Ming asked with a smile: "Don't you want to ask me how I mastered this ancient text?"
The old man asked back: "Why do you have to ask? I just need to know that your words and my singing can be perfectly combined.
There is nothing else to ask for.”
Han Ming smiled and said, "Sir, have a good mind."
The old man laughed: "Morning exercise is over, go back."
After saying that, he turned around and went down the mountain.
Sitting in front of the thatched hut, the old man asked Han Ming to stand not far in front of him.
He said: "Everything in this world can turn into sounds.
All sounds can be music.
Judging from your performance just now, I concluded that although you don’t understand the rhythm.
But his attainments in the artistic conception are not superficial.
Since you insist on staying and continuing to learn from me, it seems that it is not for your own use.”
Han Mingxin said that the old man is so smart.
“Yes, I want to master a rhythm that can bring my emotions into my mind.
Even some insights and ideas are expressed accurately.
But it’s not for yourself, but for others.”
The old man nodded and smiled: "Then tell me, what is the sound of flowers?"
Han Ming shook his head: "I don't understand, please give me advice."
The old man gently picked the void with his right hand, and a red flower appeared between his fingers.
"You're optimistic."
Crush the petals and a strange sound came out.
Han Ming was a little surprised. The flower was crushed and could make a sound?
The old man smiled, did you remember the voice just now?
Han Ming shook his head: "It's too obscure and can't remember it."
The old man laughed again: "Then come and listen."
As he said that, his two fingers were put together and twisted gently.
Another strange sound came out.
As a result, a red flower that was exactly the same as before suddenly appeared in the air.
It just looks a bit ethereal, not like it is real.
The old man smiled and said, "This is the voice of the flower. Come and learn."
Han Ming poked out his right hand, clenched his thumb and index fingers, and twisted them together for a while.
But no sound could be made.
"Haha, you don't have to learn from me. You can use your mouth to speak."
Han Mingxin said that the strange sound just now had never heard it in his lifetime.
It is even more difficult to imitate.
He barely moved his mouth and made a strange and unpleasant syllable.
It is somewhat similar to the sound made by the old man just now, but it is too bad.
The old man twisted his hands lightly, and the strange sound just now appeared again.
"Come again."
Han Ming still can't learn it again.
The old man smiled and said, "You remember, but you can't imitate it yet.
Think slowly by myself, old man, I want to go to the mountains to see animals and look for herbs."
Carrying a tiny hoe, he went into the mountain.
Han Ming took a deep breath and kept moving back and forth in his mouth.
I just want to imitate the magical sound just now.
But after all, it was because they were too strange and had never contacted each other. Until the old man came back at noon, he could not imitate 50% of the similarities.
When the old man came back, he saw Han Ming still practicing hard, and a smile appeared on his face.
"How are you studying? Let me know."
Han Ming tried his best to imitate more like the ones.
The result was still unsuccessful.
The old man smiled and said, "You are in the wrong direction.
What you want to imitate is not just a simple voice.
Don't you know magic?
You can use magic skills to activate ice arrows.
Why can't magic also make a sound?"
Han Ming's eyes lit up when he heard this.
Immediately afterwards, learn immediately according to the direction guided by the elderly.
Sure enough, when I spoke again, it was already six points similar.
Han Ming was very happy when he saw the effect was obvious.
The old man sighed: "Your boy's perception of magic is really enviable.
If I guess correctly, I just had these six-point similar syllables.
It takes at least ten days and half a month for other magicians to imitate.
The higher the level of understanding of magic, the more you learn it, the faster you will learn it.
You have remembered the sound of flowers and don’t rush to complete them in a short time.
You can record it in your heart, don’t forget. My old man doesn’t want you to disturb me here for too long.
Next, learn the sound of grass.”
Han Ming brought a small stool, respectfully, like a student studying with the teacher.
The old man sat in a rocking chair and kept teaching Han Ming various voices.
Sometimes Han Ming couldn't remember it, so he unfolded the water curtain scroll.
Use ancient texts to imitate.
This ancient text was imitated countless times faster, and it was successful in almost two or three times.
But Han Ming wanted to impart this sound to others to activate the magic scroll.
So imitating my ancient texts doesn't count.
It is just used to record so that you can review it again if you forget it in the future.
Gradually, it was getting dark.
That night, Han Ming watered the medicine field again until the morning, and he felt refreshed.
The body is recovering faster and faster.
Early in the morning, I followed the old man up the mountain to practice morning, one person sang and the other person wrote, which was very comfortable.
Various strange worlds were completed one after another with the joint efforts of the two people, and presented them to the present.
After morning exercises, I returned to the foot of the mountain.
The old man still gave Han Ming a few voices, so he carried a hoe up the mountain.
Han Ming practiced alone in front of the thatched hut.
As the ripples came out, five days passed in a blink of an eye.
What Han Ming remembered was slow at first, but it got faster and faster afterwards.
The types I remember are also diverse and diverse, and there are everything.
The old man said: "You have already remembered the simple things.
Next, all you have left is the insights you said and expressed in music.
What do you want to express?”
Han Ming honestly answered: "Magic skill."
The old man smiled and said, "This is not difficult. If it is something else, maybe you have to learn for a while.
If it is just a magic skill, it will be much simpler.
You are using magic skills to imitate sounds.
This is a perfect match.
You have already known the sounds of various things before.
The rest is just to learn from one example and apply it to others.
You just need to listen carefully when activate your skills.
Everything in this world has its own voice.
It's just that you haven't paid much attention to it.
It's like that flower. If I hadn't forced its sound out, few people would have heard it.
Then in the next five days, I have nothing to teach you.
I have thought about it myself, and I can give some advice if I don’t understand anything.
Five days later, you will come out of the mountain.”dd