Cultivation starts from breaking through the sky

Chapter 492

This year's holy palace disciple selection grand meeting, wearing a green shirt, was the champion. Not only was he accepted as a personal disciple by the book fanatic, but he was also named the holy son of the holy palace. His status was respected and he was extremely honored.

At a grand gathering of calligraphy competition among the younger generation in mainland China, Xiao Han's scenery surpassed the arrogance of the audience, and it can be said that he was a thriving talent.

After Xiao Han was conferred the title of holy son by the book fanatic, many young people were accepted as disciples by the elders of the six heavens. Chu Chenyu, Shangguan Wan'er, the Four Talents of the holy city, and some arrogances from other regions all fulfilled their wishes. Join Holy Palace.

It's just that, with Xiao Hanzhuyu in front, it's hard for these younger generations to attract attention even if they have extraordinary performances.

Moreover, Shangguan Wan'er, the younger generation who joined the Holy Palace, also felt a little depressed. They also practiced under the sect of the Supreme Being, but they had to salute Xiao Han when they met. There is still a gap between people, this guy Immediately after entering the Holy Palace, he was granted the title of Holy Son. This kind of treatment is probably unique in the history of the Holy Palace.

The grand gathering of disciple selection in the Holy Palace, which is held every ten years, was held amidst the attention of all the people, and ended with witnessing the rise of Tianjiao. The influential figures belonging to this era have already shown their talents in this grand meeting. Everyone is looking forward to the performance of these Tianjiao in the future.

Among them, the most eye-catching one is naturally Xiao Han, who was conferred the title of Holy Son. When the grand event ended and people brought the news back to their respective regions, Xiao Han became even more famous and became unparalleled for a while.

Holy Son Xiao Han has become the focus of the entire Holy Book Continent.

During this period of time, all the heated discussions on the mainland were Xiao Han's majestic splashing of ink at the grand meeting, using spiritual power as the pen, the avenue as the ink, and the heaven and the earth as the paper. Countless people are curious about this newly rising favorite of heaven.

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Xiao Han didn't know much about the heated discussions from the outside world. After he was conferred the title of Holy Son, he stayed in the Holy Book Palace, and he had a separate Holy Son Palace.

During this period of time in the holy palace, Xiao Han followed the book maniac to practice calligraphy, and the book maniac also taught each other without reservation, and imparted a lot of extremely precious calligraphy experience and the experience of the Supreme Being to break through the realm, which benefited Xiao Han A lot.

In the Holy Palace, in addition to practicing calligraphy with the book maniac every day, the book maniac will also let Xiao Han fully understand the Holy Book Palace. He named Xiao Han the son of the holy book, naturally so that Xiao Han will be in charge of the holy palace in the future.

The Holy Book Palace is huge, the palace is divided into pieces, and there are thousands of disciples, each of whom performs his duties.

In the Holy Book Palace, of course, not only the practice of calligraphy is emphasized, but also the cultivation of spiritual power. It's just that the Holy Book Palace can perfectly combine calligraphy and spiritual power for cultivation.

For example, the most famous training place in the Holy Book Palace, Qianbi Forest.

When you come here, the first thing you see is a pen, which is as large as a rafter, erected like a forest, and can't be seen at a glance. In the forest of thousands of brushes, there is a pavilion set up in ten steps, and the pavilions are in pieces. There are disciples of the Holy Palace waving their brushes.

Not only practicing calligraphy, but also practicing.

The Qianbi Forest is extremely wonderful. The space here is shrouded by the rules of gravity. Each pen weighs as much as a thousand catties after being blessed by gravity, and the deeper the Qianbi Forest is, the more terrifying the gravity becomes. He picked up a pen to write, and what he held in his hand was not a pen, but a mountain. This kind of practice would naturally have great benefits for calligraphy and spiritual power.

Today, Xiao Han came to the depths of Qianbi Forest. There is also an elegant bamboo forest here. The pressure of gravity here is the most terrifying. The general disciples of the Holy Palace are not qualified to come here to write with a pen.

However, after all, the Holy Book Palace gathers the most outstanding young people on the mainland, so there are still people who can step here and make a fortune.

At this moment, in the bamboo pavilion, there are five young people, three men and two women, all of whom are leaders in the holy palace. A woman in blue is earnestly waving her hair, while the other four are watching from the sidelines. The woman in blue looks handsome , the skin is crystal clear, and the blue silk hangs down on the fragrant shoulders softly, holding a wolf hair, revealing the elegant temperament of a scholarly fragrance.

The woman in blue picked up the pen and wrote earnestly, but the gravity here is extremely terrifying, so beads of sweat appeared on her smooth forehead, and when the wind blew, the strands of blue hair on her forehead rose up, adding a little more Charm.

Her handwriting is very correct. Of course, under the pressure of this terrible gravity, she can't get up fast even if she wants to, and it is not easy to be able to write with a pen.

Writing here is like lifting a pen.

The four people on the side were carefully watching the writing of the woman in blue. This woman in blue was named Tang Shiya, and she was the most talented among them. Even in the holy palace, she was also among the best.

Soon, Tang Shiya finished writing, there were only four sheets of paper, but these four words took her a long time, and it was extremely exhausting. She was sweating profusely, which showed the difficulty of writing.

Goodness is like water.

On the rice paper, there are four correct handwritings, which are clear and pleasant, and the layout is very organized. They are not written indiscriminately. Holding a heavy pen, they still write the four characters in an orderly manner. This is already extremely rare.

"Shiya, you have improved so fast that you have already been able to write four characters in the depths of Qianbi Forest. If you let the elders know, they will definitely praise you. I am afraid that few people in the Holy Palace can match your talent." I surpassed you!" The woman on the side stepped forward, took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Tang Shiya's forehead, and said with a smile.

"Compared to the Holy Son, I'm still far behind." Tang Shiya shook her head. She watched the grand event of choosing disciples that day. However, the Holy Son was able to indulge in the strokes, and she remembered the scene of the pen falling into the wind and thunder that day. The Holy Son was unparalleled in talent, and she was still far behind.

Hearing Tang Shiya's words, the people on the side all smiled wryly. They had no doubts about this. The book maniac had a very high vision. He could be accepted as a personal disciple by him, and he could even be named a holy son. That kind of evil talent is not something they can believe in. What's more, what's more, they all witnessed the holy son's demeanor that day. Such a monster is destined to be different from them.

At this time, a voice suddenly came from outside the bamboo pavilion: "Why do you have to compare yourself with others? Progress is relative to yourself. Today is better than yesterday, and tomorrow is better than today. This is progress. I can write four things here. Words are extraordinary, so why should you belittle yourself? You are you, and if you keep surpassing yourself, you are the strong."

Hearing this, Tang Shiya and the five people in the pavilion were startled, their eyes followed the voice, and saw a figure in a green shirt walking over slowly.

Soon, Xiao Han came to the bamboo pavilion.

"Holy Son." Seeing the visitor, Tang Shiya and the five immediately saluted and stood aside respectfully, not daring to look directly at Xiao Han.

Xiao Han waved his hands casually, and then looked at the four characters on the rice paper.

"Goodness is like water, that's right." Xiao Han smiled lightly.

"Shiya, did you hear that the Holy Son said you wrote well, so why don't you seize the opportunity to ask the Holy Son for advice, this is a great opportunity, this is the Holy Son." The woman on the side said to Tang Shiya Yin laughed.

Tang Shiya's pretty face flushed slightly, a little moved and hesitated.

However, before she could hesitate, the woman pushed her out.

Xiao Han looked over, Tang Shiya's pretty face turned even redder, but then she did not know where the courage came from, she looked at Xiao Han with her beautiful eyes, and said charmingly: "Holy Son, can you please guide me? "

"This is naturally no problem." Xiao Han smiled lightly.

Immediately after Tang Shiya picked up the pen again, Xiao Han stood behind her and gently held her hand, and began to write.

"In this forest of thousands of strokes, skills are also required to move the brush. The brush has a powerful force. You can't just use brute force to move the brush. The way of calligraphy is to express the spirit. Therefore, you must use your intention to control the brush in your hand. The book is based on momentum." Xiao Han narrated while writing.

"Hmm..." Being held by Xiao Han, and Xiao Han was very close to her, she could feel the man's masculinity. Tang Shiya's pretty face was blushing, and her eyes were blurred. Han's words, anyway, her hands just followed Xiao Han's gestures.

Soon, a line of text was written. When Tang Shiya felt dazed, the four people beside her were extremely surprised. In this moment, more than four characters were written?
"Using the pen with your heart, take advantage of the situation to write." After exhorting Tang Shiya again, Xiao Han turned around and left.

At this time, Tang Shiya just came back to her senses, her pretty face was still red, when she saw the four people on the side staring at the rice paper on the table in surprise.

She blinked her beautiful eyes, and seemed to realize what Xiao Han wrote with her hand just now, and then she also looked down, and a line of poetry appeared in front of her eyes:

"The Yellow River falls into the sky and goes to the East China Sea, and thousands of miles are written in the heart."

(End of this chapter)