The King of Special WarfareThe King of Special Warfare
This question was so easy to answer. Not only Reeker, but everyone in the Snowdance Corps now knew about the movements of the Sword Emperor.
The Sword Emperor did nothing. He was simply being calm.
“He did not do anything.”
Reeker pondered for a while and said, “His Majesty the Sword Emperor is at leisure every day. He drinks tea and wine. In addition, he spends most of his time practicing calligraphy.”
“Practicing calligraphy?”
Li Tianlan froze for a moment.
Reeker nodded, as if he had suddenly thought of something. He immediately said, “Ah, by the way, His Majesty asked the Snowdance Corps to prepare two suits of traditional Chinese clothing for him yesterday. It was a very strange request.”
Li Tianlan did not say anything.
The kimono of East Island was similar to the Chinese costume. It was a loose robe with wide sleeves. But the latter was more complicated, gorgeous and more exquisite than the kimono.
On the eve of Li Huacheng’s visit to Wulan State, Wang Tianzong asked for a traditional costume. To some extent, it meant that he was expressing his support for Zhongzhou State. This statement was very obscure, but Li Huacheng would be glad to see it.
Li Tianlan thought about it casually, but did not take it seriously. He just asked, “What did he write?”
“I don’t know.”
Reeker shook his head somewhat helplessly.
Now the whole world knew that Wang Tianzong had been imprisoned in the Office of the President of Wulan State by Li Tianlan. But only Wulan State did not dare to think so. In all of Wulan State and the Snowdance Corps, everyone was polite and respectful to Wang Tianzong. Wang Tianzong wrote something and he did not want to publicize it. Could there really be anyone who dared to go and see it?
Li Tianlan leaned back on the sofa, lit a cigarette and muttered to himself, “Practice calligraphy, a traditional Chinese costume”. Then he suddenly asked, “Are you sure that he only got a few sets of traditional costumes?”
“I am sure.”
Reeker said without any hesitation.
Wang Tianzong’s purchase of the costumes through the Snowdance Corps was brought to his notice immediately. In the past 20 years, Wulan State had always been at odds with Zhongzhou State. There was naturally no market for the so-called Zhongzhou State costume. Reeker had asked someone to buy it from Eyme and had carefully checked it several times before giving it to Wang Tianzong. He had taken over all of this and personally delivered it to Wang Tianzong. There was no possibility that there was anything else between them.
Li Tianlan took a drag of the cigarette and was lost in thought.
He put the matter of the costumes away completely. All he thought about was why Wang Tianzong wanted to practice calligraphy.
His thoughts kept drifting away. He thought of the Li family, the Lin Clan, the Wang family of Beihai, and even about the scene that happened over twenty years ago.
Back then on the border of Zhongzhou State, ever since he was a child, even before he left, Li Honghe had asked him to practice calligraphy every day.
A worn-out brush had fallen on the yellowish white rice paper, and each stroke was a sword light.
But this was not the way of the Li family.
The Li family’s 24 Moves of Sword only focused on the sharpness of the Sword Energy and breaking the sky.
This was also not the way of the Wang family of Beihai. The Martial Arts of the Wang family of Beihai were powerful, and once it broke out, it became invincible in the world.
But now Wang Tianzong was practicing calligraphy.
Every move of the Sword Emperor of Zhongzhou State was not meaningless.
The memory of the Lin Clan became clearer in his mind. He thought of the attack that Lin Youxian had made in front of him.
The Lin Clan had the same origins as the Li family in terms of the Martial Arts, but they were different in forms. They had the same Map of God of War, the same 24 Moves of Sword. But the Li family focused on swords, and the Lin Clan paid more attention to Sword Energy.
It was not until Li Tianlan had traveled thousands of miles for three years that he understood the reason why Li Honghe asked him to practice calligraphy. His sword intent had become perfect in the three-year journey, and it all started from that old, worn-out writing brush.
Practicing calligraphy was equivalent to practicing using the sword.
Wang Tianzong was accumulating his own sword intent.
Li Honghe knew the focus of the Martial Arts of the Lin Clan, and so did Wang Tianzong.
The sword intent continued to extend to every corner of the world.
Wang Tianzong had really reached the last step of the breakthrough.
Li Tianlan suddenly felt a little cold inside.
He looked out of the window and remained silent for a long time.
“Your Highness… do you want…”
Reeker coughed discreetly and asked hesitantly.
“No need.”
Li Tianlan shook his head. “There is no need to pay attention to the matter of the Sword Emperor from now on.”
“How can we do that?”
Reeker stood up subconsciously.
“It is useless to pay attention to it. Let us wait.”
Li Tianlan stood up, walked to the study and said calmly, “Wait for him to leave.”
Reeker’s brain went blank for a moment and he asked instinctively, “Where are you going, Your Highness?”
Li Tianlan did not look back, but just said calmly, “I will practice calligraphy, too.”
He pushed open the door of the study and walked in.
Dongcheng Rushi, who had a nice figure, had just woken up. Her clear eyes blinked and she asked, “Do you want to practice calligraphy?”
Li Tianlan looked at her, smiled, then said softly, “Prepare a pen and paper.”
He should have thought of this method long ago.
When he had been at the Sky Academy, he had vaguely known about this method, when he had written down the three words of East Emperor Palace.
He only remembered it now, because of Wang Tianzong’s reminder.
He used the pen as a sword and condensed the sword intent.
It was a sword intent and also a domain.
This might be the only way for him to create the perfect sword intent to go a step further.
Dongcheng Rushi quickly prepared the paper and pen and stood beside Li Tianlan, ready to grind the ink with her own hands.
There was a very light fragrance from her body, and her expression was unusually focused.
The sound of the wind and rain came to his ears.
Li Tianlan stood at the table with a pen in his hand, holding it like a sword. A streak of sword intent condensed into a line from his wrist to the tip of the pen.
Li Tianlan looked at the paper in front of him quietly. His eyes held a depth of calmness, like the deep starry sky.
At the same time.
In the only intact room of the Office of the President, Wang Tianzong was also practicing calligraphy.
He wore a dark traditional Chinese suit. His clothes were fluttering and his sleeves were flying. However, his hand holding the pen was extremely steady and did not shake at all.
In this complete room, there were white paper, heavy ink, dark traditional clothes and a tall, straight figure.
Invisibly, everything seemed to become one. Everything in the world was gently shaking with the pen in Wang Tianzong’s hand.
Everything became a sword in the end.
It was extremely solemn and serious.
There were only a few hundred words on the paper, one stroke after another.
Wang Tianzong’s handwriting was not very good, nor could it be said to be orderly. But there was a kind of awe-inspiring and even subdued force between the horizontal and the parallel strokes.
This kind of power was not the Sharpness skill, but it was enough to crush everything in an instant.
His eyes were focused and serious.
He started to write.
The last word.
At the same time.
Li Tianlan’s pen drew on the paper.
The first word.
A blast of extremely violent Sword Energy flew up in the air with Li Tianlan’s pen stroke and expanded across the entire study room, layer upon layer, mysterious and unpredictable.
Winter instantly arrived in the study room.
Dongcheng Rushi, who was standing next to Li Tianlan, moved uneasily. Everything in her sight did not seem to have changed at all, but somehow, the whole space seemed to freeze gradually.
The Sword Energy became more and more severe with the moving strokes of the brush tip.
While in meditation, Lin Youxian directly opened his eyes.
He glanced around blankly and finally saw Li Tianlan standing behind the desk.
This scene was too familiar to him.
His pupils suddenly contracted.
Li Wangsheng woke up as well.
Everyone’s sight fell on the rice paper in front of Li Tianlan.
That was his first word.
It was simple.
Only a horizontal one, 一.
No one knew that in the Office of the President, Wang Tianzong’s last word was also simple.
There was only one horizontal stroke, the same 一.
It ended with a single word，一.
It started with a single word, 一.
One word was like a sword.