Chapter 2159: Broken Heart

One month, one month left before the trial officially ends.

All the venerable residences are very busy. Zhuo Bufan has handed over all affairs to Jiang Rushi. He has a lot of free time and does not practice martial arts. He goes to sit on the top of the mountains every day and then returns to his study.

The study room is closed and I stay there for a day, sometimes two days. Yu Wang and Luo Yu'er are busy practicing. Their qualifications are very average. If Zhuo Bufan hadn't opened a small door for them, they might not even be able to step through the gate of the Star Alliance. Now that they can join the Star Alliance, they are happy. , but also know the need

Practice hard.

In the study room, an old rosewood desk is placed in the center. Zhuo Bufan asked Jiang Ru to find someone to make this rosewood. It is smooth and clean, without any fancy patterns carved on it, and it has a very ancient atmosphere.

Zhuo Bufan's arm was hanging in the air, holding a wolf hair, dipping ink into an inkstone, and swaying the ink.

The long piece of white silk paper placed on the desk is exactly the same as on the earth. In the past few days, apart from going to the mountains to see the scenery and think about problems, he would go back to the study to write.

His heart slowly calmed down, and his state of mind became a little different, especially quiet.

Realm is a very mysterious thing, unlike the power of stars and the understanding of laws, which can directly provide a "visible and tangible" improvement in strength, but Zhuo Bufan knows that realm is the most difficult thing to become a strong person. It sounds very contradictory. For example, there are some overlords recorded in the ancient history books of the earth, such as the Overlord Xiang Yu, whose life was heroic but ended in committing suicide in Wujiang River.

Cao Cao, I would rather let the people of the world fail me than let the people of the world fail me. I will leave this article for future generations to tell.

These overlord-level figures are not worth mentioning in the universe, but what if they were allowed to grow up in Xuanjie Sect and Star Alliance? Whether he can still achieve hegemony and be famous forever.

This is something that is difficult to determine, but the only thing that can be determined is that these people all have a realm. Without that realm, they would not be able to do such earth-shattering things.

"The realm is mysterious!"

Zhuo Bufan put away his pen and saw four lines of poetry written on the silk paper. The handwriting was blurry and had a certain charm. He would be at the level of a master calligrapher on earth.

"The beauty rolled up the beaded curtain and sat deeply with her eyebrows furrowed. But when she saw wet tears, she didn't know who she hated."

This poem is a five-character quatrain written by the poet Li Bai. Zhuo Bufan put down his brush and sighed softly, thinking that when he first went to Ziqin's house, he often saw Ziqin sitting alone in the study late at night. When he was tired late at night, he fell asleep on the desk, with tears on his soft cheeks. , and at that time

I am too cowardly and incompetent, drinking and gambling with my friends all day long.

For half a month.

Zhuo Bufan lived like this, sometimes drinking, sometimes reciting poems, and most often sitting alone in his study practicing calligraphy.

Jiang Ru was like this, Luo Yu'er, and King Yu all saw it. They didn't know what Zhuo Bufan's doing was for, because these things had nothing to do with cultivation. The universe is large and vast, but there are only a few planets like the earth that belong to the Dharma-ending planet. And in that Dharma-ending planet, Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism actually emerged, and hundreds of schools of thought contended.

The story of hate has nothing like this on other planets.

On other planets, you can only cultivate and kill to survive. As for wasting time, such as ordinary people spending their entire lives writing, it is even more impossible.

During this practice of writing and calligraphy, Zhuo Bufan felt that his mood had never been so peaceful.

January has also passed by in a hurry.

On this day, Zhuo Bufan returned to the study from the hills in the backyard as usual.

In the study room, the rosewood table is covered with snow-white silk paper. Jiang Ruzhi would personally change the things here every day. Jiang Rushi was also very surprised. She also recognized those words now. Zhuo Bufan directly used his spiritual thoughts to transmit a large amount of knowledge to her, which surprised her. She had traveled to many planets and had never seen anything like the earth. The method of practice, on the contrary, emerges

So many strange things appeared.

Of course, Jiang Ru is not stupid, but very smart. After understanding some knowledge about the earth, his eyes changed when he looked at Zhuo Bufan's calligraphy. Every time Zhuo Bufan practiced calligraphy, he would read it and could feel the difference contained in those copybooks. breath.

It's not like the murderous "Swordsman" written by Zhuo Bufan last time.

Looking at some of the copybooks made her feel peaceful, while others made her feel slowly sad and unable to stop her tears from flowing, making her miss her husband.

today.

Zhuo Bufan was about to write again. He took a deep breath, dipped his pen in the ink, and was suddenly startled.

During this period, he wrote either love poems or lyrics, which were nothing more than venting his thoughts and guilt. "In the past, my mother was bullied and Ye Ziqin was bullied. I just wanted to be able to make those who bullied them regret avenging them and protect them with my own strength. Now that I have reached a higher level in cultivation, my heart only wants to There is this little 'little home'

Thoughts? "

"Scholars say that cultivating one's morality, managing one's family, governing the country, and bringing peace to the world are not enough for me. Although I have not found Ye Ziqin, I have met her. I have the opportunity to take her back to me. Then my next state of mind is What?"

"If you want to be a strong man, you should have the world in mind?" Zhuo Bufan exhaled, his eyes became sharper, and then a sense of heroism spread in his chest. The brush in his hand shook, and the iron strokes were drawn with silver hooks. Each word was as powerful as a blue dragon, Like a startling dragon in the clouds, it comes with a rush of passion on the battlefield.

It rippled at the tip of the pen...

"I am so angry that I stand in the middle of nowhere, and the rain stops. Thirty years of fame are dust and dirt, and eight thousand miles of clouds and moon."

"Jingkang is ashamed, there is danger, the ministers hate it, when will it be destroyed..." It was written by Yue Fei, the general of the Song Dynasty. In ancient history, Yue Fei was one of the most tragic heroes. As the pen and ink in his hand poured out, Zhuo Bufan's heart was also filled with anger, ignited with pride, and engulfed the lovesickness and sorrow.

The bottom was suppressed.

Put away the pen!

Zhuo Bufan's face turned rosy, and his mood changed, becoming more open and full of pride.

In the divine sea, the golden figure who looked like a miniature version of Zhuo Bufan, surrounded by various laws, suddenly opened his eyes. A pair of eyes shone with bright golden light, and he became full of energy, as if he had come to life.

As the golden villain awakened, the surrounding laws and scenes immediately began to boil. The golden villain seemed to be able to pull these laws at any time and completely suppress them.

In an instant, the study room was filled with golden light flowing like a tide, and a red-gold beam of light struck thirty thousand miles into the sky from above the study room! Light up the Wugen Starry Sea!

Luo Yu'er saw it.

The Rain King saw it.

Jiang Ru saw it.

All the venerables saw it, and Tao Lord also saw it... "Young master, you have broken through the star realm level!" Jiang Rushi shouted, tears streaming down his face.