I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 155 - One Hundred Fifty-One: Calligraphy

Chapter 155: Chapter One Hundred Fifty-One: Calligraphy

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The so-called Qi Recovery Method is a kind of breathing technique for martial artists m the Mortal Realm. When one’s Dantian Spirit Power is saturated, it is of no use, but after a battle where spirit power is depleted, it can effectively replenish the lost spirit power to its maximum.

From his self-developed fusion martial arts technique, Brother Xu must emit at least 4,500 points of spiritual power for a fusion skill, yet he can perform them consecutively. This could mean he has a secret method to conserve output of spiritual power. However, a more plausible possibility is that he possesses an unparalleled Qi Recovery Method.

This is the key factor that allows him to perform beyond his level. Without this method, his Sword Technique will be exhausted after being used twice. What use would that be?

But this is the answer that Tang Luo least wants to hear because even an average martial artist in the Mortal Realm would use a decent Qi recovery method. It means that the group of top practitioners can all fight at the level of Brother Xu, which makes Tang Luo a little hesitant.

Fusion martial arts are indeed strong, and they can handle common martial artists well enough. However, when facing the top tier ones, they seem insufficient. It seems he still needs to think of a solution.

Tang Luo frowns, feeling a bit frustrated.

Brother Xu, who received the plaque, is joyful. He carefully puts the plaque into his chest pocket, patting it with satisfaction. After all, his happiness is bound to it.

“Cousin-” Brother Xu puts his hand on Tang Luo’s shoulder and asks, “Will you be staying in the mansion for the next three days?”

Tang Luo nods absently, still contemplating the path of his martial arts development.

He originally thought that his solitary martial fusion technique was a unique skill, even if it wasn’t, it could take the lead for a while. However, he now discovered that the researchers from the Holy Clan have long surpassed his progress.

Just like when you come up with a brilliant moneymaking idea and prepare to reach the peak in life, you find that someone has already become rich with the same idea. This undoubtedly makes people feel discouraged.

He can only sigh that there are a lot of smart people in the world. The so-called competition will always exist among the top-tier people, and not with the ordinary people.

“Let’s go to help old Bai sell words tomorrow!” Brother Xu says excitedly. “Sell words?” Tang Luo asks, somewhat confused. Ten days have passed; he has almost forgotten that scholar.

“Yes, indeed,” says Brother Xu, nodding vigorously, his face full of strange respect as if on a pilgrimage.

“Sell words then. What’s with that look on your face?” Tang Luo asks, puzzled. “Hey- Ah!” Brother Xu waves his hand, a look of sincerity on his face. “These are no ordinary words. What old Bai writes are these!”

With a dazzling thumbs-up gesture right in front of Tang Luo, he is momentarily blinded by the light.

“Can you put out the light?”

“This is just to let you see it clearer,” Brother Xu says, turning off the blade aura surrounding his fingers with a sheepish smile.

Tang Luo shakes his head and asks, “Where does he sell words?”

There’S nothing much to do at the moment, so it might be good to look at some calligraphy to freshen up his mind. After ten days of tireless research on fusion martial arts, he feels exhausted.

Although he doesn’t know much about calligraphy, he still has basic aesthetic standards as he has lived for two lifetimes. He wanted to see what this calligraphy that Brother Xu, a son of a Holy Clan, praised incomparably was like.

“In Fengqing Alley, the name seems to be Fulin Street,” said Brother Xu, smiling wide.

Just my luck, Tang Luo thought, isn’t that near the Star Pavilion?

“Alright, let’s go tomorrow.”

He hasn’t been to the pavilion for a few days, it’s time to see if Hua Ji is slacking off.???????????????????????????????????? ^b

The early morning of the following day

“Cousin, hurry up!” Brother Xu, full of spirit, leads the way in front of him and urges Tang Luo.

Tang Luo laughs, giving an utterly perfunctory smile. He continues to stroll at the same slow pace, ignoring the impetus.

He’s actually quite amazed at his cousin. After their chat last night, he went straight to the Tianxiang Building. Before dawn, he came back to the mansion dragging him out of bed.

The sun hadn’t even risen, and there was nobody on the streets. Who would be buying calligraphy this early?

After a leisurely stroll to Fulin Street, they see the scholar, accompanied by a child, writing on a simple desk.

We’re here!” Brother Xu, wearing an excited face, tells Tang Luo and walks forward hastily.

What’S there to be exited about? Tang Luo murmurs in his mind but follows him anyway.

The dim light of dawn does not illuminate much, making the yellow paper appear even darker. The child is on his knees on the chair, earnestly writing four characters: “big, small, me, you.”

Yang Fan, are these the characters you’re learning today?” Brother Xu asks, looking down with his shadow shading the paper.

Yang Fan, after finishing the last stroke of the character “small”, gently places his pen on the inkstone, looks up at Brother Xu, and gives him a bright smile, revealing a mouth missing a few baby teeth.

“Brother Xu, you’re here! And… Brother Tang?”

Tang Luo just nods and praises, “The characters are well written.” “Of course, the words written by Old Bai are these!” Brother Xu praises while standing by; this makes Mi Bai feel a bit embarrassed.

“Brother Xu, you flatter me. I’m still far from being a master in calligraphy. I need more practice,” Mi Bai responds earnestly to Xu with not a hint of smugness in his voice.

After ten days, Mi Bai’s injuries have healed. Wearing a gentle expression and a white gown, he possesses the demeanor of a scholarly hermit, making an extremely good impression.

If the person himself is a wise man, then his writing must be even more remarkable.

“Is this written by you?” Tang Luo looks at the characters Mi Bai has prepared to sell, hanging on the shelf, and asks in surprise.

Mi Bai nods, takes down the character frame, and hands it to Tang Luo.

This is a piece of “Lingjiang” by Mr. Huang Ting, mainly describing the grandeur of Lingjiang. It’s a phrase that many Xiling litterateurs use for practicing writing. Tang Luo had written it when he was young. But looking at Mi Bai’S piece, he’s suddenly amazed. So words can be written this way, too. Mi Bai’S “Linguang” press presents the treacherous landscape of Lingjian and his characters have a distinct form, some straight, some leaning, some bold, some light, creating a perfect demonstration of the beautiful concept of “come like thunder, collect like lightning”. His calligraphy is strong, with hard strokes. Characters interlock in a well-balanced manner. The clear changes in the line thickness create a dynamic feel. The last line of writing is skewed, as if about to topple, but this slanting doesn’t feel stiff, instead, it shows freedom, just like the unbridled, free-spirited Lingjiang River, creating its style.

Just to speak based on this picture of “Lingjiang”, the much-praised Mr. Huang Ting of Xiling seems inferior to Mi Bai. Because the original “Lingjiang” is in the Tang Clan, Tang Luo is very familiar with it.

So he directly comments, “Without mentioning anything else, just by this one, it’s better than Huang Ting’s.”

“That’s why cousin has a discerning eye!” Hearing Tang Luo’s words, Brother Xu loudly compliments.

He isn’t flattering Mi Bai just because they’re close friends, but he truly believes Mi Bai’s characters are exceptionally well-written, flamboyant and unrestrained, completely unfettered. The entire line seems to be written in a stroke, with the seclusion of a fairy. Casual traces of a scholar who can write characters so unfettered and proud are not something an ordinary person can match.

He keeps telling Mi Bai this, but the obstinate scholar always says he lacks a lot. It’s rare that Tang Luo agrees with him, which makes him extremely excited..