Chapter 1898 God's Will Is Like a Knife

"God's will is like a knife, what does this mean?" Qingli held the wooden board, read the four words written on it, and looked at Han Sen with some doubts.

She knew all these four characters, and she could understand the literal meaning, but Qingli didn't understand the real meaning at all.

"Go back and read slowly. If you understand and learn, you can also write four words like this. I will accept you as a disciple." Han Sen said with a light smile.

"As long as I can copy the same four characters, you will let me worship you as my teacher. Is it really that simple?" Qingli looked at Han Sen in disbelief and asked, only by imitating the four characters, he could pass the test. She looked too simple.

"Yes, it's that simple, go back and practice hard. But I have a condition, you are not allowed to ask others for help, you can only read and write by yourself, if other people help, you will lose." Han Sen said with a smile.

These four words are very simple, but imitating them is by no means an easy task.

The four characters written by Han Sen imply the meaning of a sword knife, and the strokes can be imitated, but the artistic conception cannot be imitated.

He asked Qingli to imitate these four words, although most of his thoughts were to let Qingli die, but if Qingli could really understand the artistic conception in it, and could imitate one or two, then it would be regarded as You are a genius, and it is not a disadvantage to accept such a disciple.

"Okay, this is what you said, don't go back on your word." Qingli is too young, even if he doesn't know how to read, his understanding of knives has not reached a very high level. It was only four words, she thought it would be easy to imitate, and she was afraid that Han Sen would go back on his word.

"Never regret it." Han Sen said with a smile.

Qingli happily went home with the wooden board, intending to copy it carefully, write four beautiful characters and show it to Han Sen, so that he won't say a word of nonsense, just kneel down and sing Conquer, accept her Geniuses become disciples.

After returning home, Qingli couldn't wait to start practicing.

Although the Ruibeite tribe also paid attention to cultural lessons, Qingli didn't pay much attention to it, and he learned well, but he didn't focus on it. He just finished his homework and let it go. Naturally, he didn't think about practicing calligraphy by himself.

Fortunately, Liuhuawang's tutor was very good, so he forced Qingli to practice calligraphy for a while.

Qingli's handwriting is not very good, but it can be said in the past, if it is just copying, Qingli is still somewhat sure.

But after Qingli began to copy Han Sen's handwriting, she felt a little strange while writing, because the more she wrote, the more she felt that her writing didn't look like it.

Obviously at the beginning, I felt that the copying was a bit similar, but when I continued to write, I found that it was not the same anymore.

"Strange, how could this be?" Qingli took the wooden board and studied it carefully, and found that the characters on the wooden board were actually changing.

Or it should not be said to be a change, but the traces of those characters on the wooden board are getting deeper and deeper, so the feeling of those characters is also slowly changing, it seems that the characters will change.

"The power of the teeth?" Qingli immediately understood that the four words written by Han Sen actually contained the power of the teeth, and the force of the teeth was constantly tearing the wooden boards to form such an effect.

This kind of discovery not only did not make Qingli flinch, but instead inspired her to be competitive. She took a deep breath and vowed to copy these four characters no matter what.

This time Qingli worked hard, copying the four characters written by Han Sen, while studying calligraphy and sword techniques.

As Liukawang's daughter, she wants to learn calligraphy and knife skills. Naturally, there are a lot of calligraphy that everyone is willing to explain to her, and there are many authentic works by famous artists in Liukawang's collection. In addition, Qingli is indeed an extremely smart girl. Not for nothing.

Although it is difficult to improve the level of calligraphy in a short period of time, the improvement of vision is very fast. The more I look at it, the more I feel that Han Sen's four characters are indeed too powerful.

What is amazing is not how well written these four characters are, but how powerful the artistic conception of the sword technique is.

Qingli's ability to appreciate calligraphy and knife skills increases, the more he feels that these four characters are unpredictable, and the more he imitates, the more he feels that his writing is not as good as it is, and it is difficult to imitate the artistic conception in it.

Snapped!

After nearly ten days, the piece of wood shattered, and Han Sen's razor-sharp strength and sword intent concentrated in the words completely shattered the wood into pieces, and the words disappeared completely.

Qingli was stunned for a while, and probably understood that this should be the time limit Han Sen gave her. She couldn't help but feel a little frustrated, the words were ruined, but she still couldn't copy them out, and she obviously failed the test this time.

"Qingli, what are you doing hiding at home? Why haven't I seen you for so many days, the exchange meeting is about to start." A woman's voice came from outside the door, and at the same time, someone had already opened the door and walked in.

The one who pushed the door and entered was a young girl from the Rebet clan who was about the same age as Qingli. This girl was named Du Lishe, and she was the daughter of the Moon Wheel King. Like Qingli, she was a disciple of the Moon Lower Court. Great best friend.

Qingli has always been lively and active, so she hid at home for ten days without going out, and did not ask her to play with her close friends, which made Du Lishe very curious, and wanted to know what Qingli was doing at home, so He ran home to find her.

"Those Buddhist sons and daughters of the Buddha family have already come, so why don't you go and have a look at the excitement, why are you hiding at home?" Du Lishe said as she saw Qingli and walked over.

"Hey, you are actually practicing calligraphy. Did Uncle Liuhua force you?" Du Lishe saw the calligraphy scattered everywhere, picked up a piece of calligraphy, looked at it, and said: "Your calligraphy has improved a lot, compared to before much better."

"Father didn't force me, I wanted to practice myself." Qingli shook his head and said.

"That's really weird. You actually take the initiative to practice calligraphy. This doesn't look like your style. What stimulated you?" Du Lishe looked at Qingli in surprise.

Qing Li said with a frustrated face: "You also know that I have worshiped Her Majesty the Queen since I was a child, and wanted to worship her as my teacher, but Her Majesty said that my aptitude is not suitable for practicing dental knives, and refused to accept me as a disciple."

"I know this. Isn't it a long time? Are you still thinking about it?" Du Lishe said.

Qingli shook his head: "No matter what, Her Majesty the Queen is my idol, so I thought of a way, I can't worship Her Majesty the Queen as my teacher, I will go to worship her disciples as teachers, so that I will be the disciple of Her Majesty the Queen , that’s about the same as a disciple.”

"It's a shame that the daughter of King Liuhua went to worship Han Sen as her teacher. Even if you were willing to worship him, he wouldn't dare to accept you, right?" Du Lishe said with a smile.

"He didn't reject me, he just wrote four words for me to copy, saying that he would accept me as a disciple if he said it was my copy." Qingli said.

"So you have been hiding at home and practicing calligraphy for so long?" Du Lishe discovered that all Qingli wrote were the words "God's will is like a knife."

"Yeah, it's a pity that after practicing for so long, I still can't write." Qingli said depressedly.

"What word is so difficult to write, show me." Du Lishe asked curiously.

Qingli shook his head and said: "The words are gone." 8)