The King of Special Warfare

This question is really easy to answer, not only Rick, I am afraid that everyone in the Snow Dance Legion now knows the movements of the Sword Emperor.

The Sword Emperor didn't move much, he was so peaceful that he couldn't be more peaceful.

"He didn't do anything."

Rick thought about it seriously, and said: "At present, His Majesty the Sword Emperor is very leisurely every day, drinking tea and tasting wine. In addition, he spends most of his time practicing calligraphy."

"Practice calligraphy?"

Li Tianlan's eyes froze for a moment.

Rick nodded, as if he suddenly thought of something, and then said: "Ah, by the way, His Majesty asked the Snow Dance Legion to prepare two sets of Hanfu for him yesterday, a very strange request."

Li Tianlan didn't speak.

The Toshima kimono is similar to Hanfu, with wide robes and wide sleeves, but the latter is more cumbersome and gorgeous than the kimono, and it is also more particular.

On the eve of Li Huacheng's visit to Ulan Kingdom, Wang Tianzong asked for this ancient costume. In a sense, it was tantamount to expressing his position that his heart was still in Central Continent. This kind of statement was very cryptic, but Li Huacheng would definitely like to see it.

Li Tianlan thought about it casually in his mind, but didn't take it seriously, he just asked, "What did he write?"

"have no idea."

Rick shook his head, a little helplessly.

Now the whole world knows that Wang Tianzong was imprisoned by Li Tianlan in the Ulan State's presidential palace, but only the Ulan State side dare not think so. Everyone in Ulan and the Snow Dance Legion is polite and respectful to Wang Tianzong , What Wang Tianzong wrote, he is unwilling to publicize, is there really someone who dares to read it?

Li Tianlan leaned on the sofa and lit a cigarette, muttered to himself about practicing calligraphy, Hanfu, and suddenly asked: "Are you sure he only got a few sets of ancient costumes?"

"Sure."

Rick spoke without hesitation.

Wang Tianzong's purchase of ancient costumes through the Xuewu Legion was sent to his desk immediately. In the past twenty years, Ulan Kingdom and Zhongzhou have always been at odds. Naturally, there is no market for the so-called Zhongzhou ancient costumes, and Rick still trusts others. Purchased from Aimiya, and carefully inspected several times before handing it over to Wang Tianzong. He took over all of this personally and saw it delivered to Wang Tianzong with his own eyes. There could be no other things in between.

Li Tianlan took a drag on his cigarette and fell into deep thought.

He completely put aside the matter of ancient costumes, all he was thinking about was why Wang Tianzong wanted to practice calligraphy.

His thoughts kept drifting away, thinking of the Li family, the Lin family, the Beihai Wang family, and even more than twenty years ago.

At the border of Central Continent, Li Honghe made him practice calligraphy every day, even before he left.

A dilapidated writing brush landed on the yellowed white rice paper, every stroke was like a sword light.

But this is not Lee's path.

Li Shi's sword is twenty-four heavy swords, only for the sword to be sharp and shatter the sky.

This is also not the way of the Beihai Wang family. The martial arts of the Beihai Wang family burst out in an instant, making them invincible in the world.

But now Wang Tianzong is practicing calligraphy.

Every move of the Sword Emperor of Zhongzhou will not be meaningless.

The Lin family began to become clear in his mind, and he thought of the shot that Lin Youxian made in front of him.

The martial arts of the Lin family and the Li family are in the same line, but they are different. The same God of War map, the same twenty-four swords, the Li family's heavy sword, and the Lin family's emphasis on meaning.

It wasn't until Li Tianlan traveled thousands of miles for three years that he understood the meaning of Li Honghe's need to practice calligraphy by himself. His sword intent became perfect during the three years of travel, and the starting point of everything was that old writing brush.

Practicing calligraphy is practicing sword.

Wang Tianzong was accumulating his sword intent.

Li Honghe understood the emphasis of the Lin clan's martial arts, so naturally Wang Tianzong could understand it too.

Continue to sword intent, all-encompassing.

Wang Tianzong has really reached the final step of breaking through.

Li Tianlan's heart suddenly became cold.

He looked out the window and was silent for a long time without speaking.

"Your Highness...do you want to..."

Rick coughed dryly, stammering.

"Need not."

Li Tianlan shook his head: "From now on, you don't need to pay attention to the matter of the Sword Emperor."

"Then how?"

Rick subconsciously stood up.

"It's useless to pay attention. Wait."

Li Tianlan stood up and walked towards the study, calmly said: "Wait for him to leave by himself."

Rick's mind went blank for a moment, and he asked instinctively, "Where is your Highness going?"

Li Tianlan didn't look back, but said calmly: "I also practice calligraphy."

He pushed open the door of the study and walked in.

Dongcheng Ruru, who had a delicate figure, had woken up, blinked a pair of clear eyes and said, "Do you want to practice calligraphy?"

Li Tianlan looked at him and smiled, and said softly: "Prepare paper and pen."

He should have thought of this method long ago.

When he was in the Sky Academy back then, when he wrote down the words "Donghuangdian" with his own hand, he vaguely knew this method.

It was only now that he was reminded by Wang Tianzong that he recalled it.

Use the pen as a sword to condense the sword intent.

It is to hide the sword, but also to raise the sword.

This may be the only way for him to further improve his already flawless sword intent.

Dongcheng Rushi quickly prepared the pen and paper, and stood next to Li Tianlan to rub the ink with his own hands.

Her body carried a very faint fragrance, and her expression was extremely focused.

The sound of wind and rain is in my ears.

Li Tianlan stood in front of the table with a pen in his hand, like a sword, a sword intent formed a line from his wrist and the tip of the pen.

Li Tianlan looked at the paper in front of him quietly, his eyes were only calm, like the deep starry sky.

at the same time.

In the only intact room of the Presidential Palace, Wang Tianzong is also practicing calligraphy.

He was wearing a dark Hanfu, with fluttering skirts and fluttering sleeves, but his hand holding the pen was unusually stable, never trembling at all.

A complete room, clean white paper, dignified ink, dark ancient costumes, and a tall and straight figure.

Everything seems to become one invisibly, and everything in the world is shaking slightly with the pen in Wang Tianzong's hand.

Everything finally became a sword.

Very solemn, very solemn.

A few hundreds of words are vividly written on the paper, stroke by stroke.

Wang Tianzong's handwriting is not beautiful, and it cannot even be said to be particularly neat, but between the horizontal and vertical lines, there is an awe-inspiring and even submissive power.

This kind of strength is not sharpness, but a thickness that can crush everything in an instant.

His eyes are focused and serious.

pen to paper.

last word.

at the same time.

Li Tianlan's pen slid across the paper.

first word.

An extremely violent sword energy flew up in an instant following Li Tianlan's writing, and spread to the entire study room, layer upon layer, mysterious and unpredictable.

The study instantly entered the cold winter.

Dong Chengru, who was standing beside Li Tianlan, moved a little uneasily. Everything in her line of sight remained unchanged, but vaguely, it seemed that the entire space was gradually congealing.

The sword energy became more and more fierce with the stroke of the pen tip.

Lin Fengting, who was in meditation, opened his eyes directly.

He glanced around blankly for a week, and finally saw Li Tianlan behind the desk.

This scene was all too familiar to him.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

Li Xiangsheng also woke up.

All eyes fell on the rice paper in front of Li Tianlan.

That was his first word.

simple.

Only one horizontal line is for one.

What no one knew was that in the presidential palace, Wang Tianzong wrote the last word, which was equally simple.

There is only one horizontal line, which is also one.

End with one word.

Start with one word.

One word is like a sword.

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