Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 354: The Rocks and Stones Are All Ink and Break the Illusion

After watching Meng Shanhe and other masters leave in a hurry, Xu Yuanchang greeted his senior brothers Wu Zhe, Zhao Jun, Xue Chunni, Wu Jixiong and others who were guarding the place, and introduced Master Kou to everyone.

Several commanders led by Wu Jixiong each led a team of a thousand men to go out and wipe out the remaining fleeing black spirits.

Xu Shengtian, who didn't catch up with the battle, followed to join in the fun.

Zhao Jun and Xue Chunni each led a group of formation masters and talisman masters, who were busy restoring the destroyed formation pillars, formation bases and other items near the passage and rearranging the protective formation. Other teams of monks were cleaning the battlefield, rescuing seriously injured monks, and collecting spoils.

Everything is in order, busy but not chaotic.

"The black spirits use the method of accumulating power to deal with the various defenses we have set up to reduce their own losses. Every time they want to break through the layers of formations, it takes at least three to five years, just like blocking the water with a dam. When the power is accumulated to a certain level, the water pours down and breaks through the countless formations blocking the passage in one go, and they rush in."

Wu Zhe accompanied the two of them. He had experienced this many times and was used to it. He said, "The main force of the Black Spirits is not targeting the passage guarded by our Dingzhou. They have suffered a lot and know to pick the weak ones. Every time they launch a full-line sneak attack, it is just a feint attack on our side. It is just a big thunder and little rain. They just want to distract the forces of Dingzhou."

Secretly sizing up the mysterious old man with an elegant demeanor.

The old man’s moves earlier were extraordinary, and he almost single-handedly captured all three sixth-level black spirits that rushed in.

While analyzing the situation, a talismanic light flew over.

After Wu Zhe took it and checked it, he said, "The passage city guarded by the demon clan Tianhuangzhou is the focus of the main attack of the black spirits this time. With about 50,000 to 60,000 people besieging it, the forces of Tianhuangzhou may not be able to hold it."

There was a kind of indifference on his face, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Xu Yuanchang estimated the distance, which was about 200,000 miles away, and asked, "Should we in Dingzhou send a team of monks to help?"

Wu Zhe grinned and transmitted his voice, "It's hard to say this time. There are only ten years left. The demon race is ungrateful and the conflicts with humans are happening more and more frequently in the East Desert. It's not a bad thing to let them fight with the black spirits. It's a dog-eat-dog show. Why not just watch it?"

He dared not say publicly such words that did not take the overall situation into consideration, but these were his true thoughts in his heart.

"Brother, please don't talk nonsense, or you'll be scolded by Uncle Meng."

"I don't want to tell the truth in front of other people, but it's okay to tell you a little bit. Are you going to tell on me behind my back?"

Wu Zhe made a joke. His junior brother's cultivation was on par with his. He had heard his uncle once mention that his junior brother's strength was even better than his. He had previously witnessed his junior brother killing two fifth-order black spirits with ease.

Old Master Kou had recovered and his face had returned to normal. He flew up with interest and went closer to observe how Zhao Jun directed the formation masters and talisman masters to set up the protective formation.

The old master did not hesitate to ask questions and tried to understand the inner connection between the layers of the formation pillars.

Adhering to the "true nature of a calligrapher", after understanding the general idea, he proposed that he write "Ten Volumes of Heroic Soldiers" in the gap to supplement and enhance the invisible protection. He discussed for a long time with Zhao Jun and Xue Chunni, the two formation masters in charge of the formation. Then, he took out a dark gold cone pen with great interest, held a special ink bottle in his left hand, dipped the pen in ink, and splashed ink on the rocks blocking the passage.

Xu Yuanchang has studied calligraphy with the old master for many years and has exchanged experiences for three years. He has the magical power of calligraphers who can understand the meaning of words.

The ink characters shone brightly and disappeared into the rocks. As the words merged into pieces, the literary energy flowed nearby, complementing the star-pulling formation.

Kou Xueqian finished writing a great article and continued writing in the air with his pen.

The elegant running script ink characters twisted, flickered, and turned into colorful lights that disappeared into the void, looking magical and mysterious.

"Yuanzhang, you can also write on the rocks, just as a practice, to express your ideas with imaginary words. No matter how many or how many words there are, don't be afraid of mistakes. Just write, I will help you."

Mr. Kou wrote with great enthusiasm and invited the Taoist priests who were watching to join him.

Xu Yuanchang was very satisfied with the show and heard that he didn't have to worry about right or wrong.

He took out a set of the best writing brushes and ink from the space and said, "Disciple, show me your ugliness!"

After a moment's thought, he used the rocks as paper, dipped his brush in ink, and in a moment he wrote the word "幻" (illusion) in the artistic conception of "boundless falling trees". A faint light flashed, and the ink gradually became lighter, leaving only a little ink residue on the rocks.

Wu Zhe was not proficient in battle formations or calligraphy, but he could see that Master Kou and his fellow apprentice used "characters" as nodes to enhance the power of the battle formation set up by Zhao Jun and Xue Chunni.

Seeing his fellow apprentice writing the word "illusion" in different styles, which looked like symbols and paintings, on the rough rocks, he stared at it for a long time. Suddenly, double images appeared in front of his eyes, and a strong wind blew in his face, and flying sand and rocks blocked his eyes.

Wu Zhe was startled, and after a moment of composure, he tried to get rid of the slight influence of the word "illusion" on the rock.

"There are some tricks to using words as magical powers."

Unable to look any longer, Wu Zhe turned and flew towards the top of the city wall. He had a lot of things to do.

As Xu Yuanchang wrote, he became immersed in it without realizing it, and completely let go of writing on the rocks. One by one, "illusions" of different moods flowed from the tip of his pen. Occasionally, a complete ink character would be left behind, but it was particularly unsightly to look at, as it was a failed character with no artistic conception.

When it was dark, Xu Yuanchang woke up from the countless ups and downs of the word "illusion" and felt very good.

"Master Yuan, I want to stay here to study calligraphy and comprehend the meaning of different characters. If you have something to do, go back first. You don't need to waste your time with me."

Old Master Kou squinted his eyes and looked at the empty gap in the formation. There was an invisible aura of literature flowing like a stream.

He found another way to "use literature to convey the truth". When he was interested in it, he would stay for ten or eight years without getting bored. He could also discuss with Zhao Jun and Xue Chunni about the overlapping of formations and other topics. He could learn from others' experience and would not look down on others just because their cultivation level was not up to the sixth level.

He has moved on from entering the meaning of the characters themselves and the universe into the characters, to exploring the intangible things and understanding the art of calligraphy.

Xu Yuanchang got a hint of the idea of ​​breaking through the "mental illusion barrier" and said with a smile: "I have nothing to do, so I will learn calligraphy from you for a few years, maybe I can break through the mental barrier."

"Good, 'words are the voice of the heart', you can write on the rocks, don't be bound by imaginary words."

After giving some pointers, Mr. Kou sat cross-legged and pondered what he had learned today.

From then on, Xu Yuanchang stayed in the important place of Tongdao, writing during the day to sharpen his mind with "illusion", and emptying his mind at night to feed the altar of creation and nourish the yin and yang fantasy fire. Occasionally, he would watch Master Kou writing in the air for a day or two, freely roaming the sea of ​​literature and books, or he would go into the city to rest and drink tea and chat with his senior brothers.

It was learned that the main force of the Black Spirits was fighting endlessly with the forces of the three continents of the Demon Clan, and that the human race from the four continents had stationed troops at the border and was currently on the sidelines.

Five years passed in a flash, and the human coalition finally dispatched troops, driving the black spirit back like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

By the eighth year of Xu Yuanchang's writing, the entire mountain of rocks had turned black, and he had finally gotten out of his "mental illusions", his mind was clear and free from dust.

It consumed a huge amount of resources and went to Fucai Ridge to replenish ore four times on the way.

He finally polished the Creation Altar to the fifth level, the space expanded to a huge area of ​​five hundred feet, and the Yin-Yang Fire Spirit's body grew more than times larger.

The entire passage was filled with text by Master Kou, and ingeniously enhanced into an iron-clad fortress. Black Spirit tried to attack it several times using the old method, but failed each time.

"I am glad to see that Yuan Chang has made some progress. I am also very happy."

Master Kou put down his pen and bowed to Zhao Jun and the others: "I am sorry to bother you for a long time. I will take my leave now!"

Xu Yuanchang left with the old master, messaged Uncle Meng to say hello, and the two of them parted ways after leaving the passage of the Gem City.

Mr. Kou went to the school to browse the collection of books.

Xu Yuanchang started his journey of becoming a mortal, but he didn’t know when it would end.
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(End of this chapter)