"I'm not a stylist, but I can also use Qi and Tiandao words."

"Ah?!" Huo Guang opened his mouth wide in shock: "Why, you have never said it before, my father."

"You didn't ask, I thought you weren't interested."

"If you are interested, why don't you be interested? Hurry up, Father, teach me."

The two quickly returned home. Huo Zhongru put a bamboo slip on the table and held a pen and said, "The words written after moving Qi are called the words of Heavenly Dao. They have magical power. Those who can use such words are called [Shizhe]."

Huo Zhongru's back hands were all over, and his voice was pretending to be deep: "Cangjie created characters, and obtained the power of heaven and earth to turn into Qi and hide it in the characters. People in later generations can learn it."

"Qi is the basis for stimulating the power contained in the text. It is a mysterious energy. There is no other way to teach, so I can only perceive it quietly. At that time, I spent two months to feel the existence of Qi. This is considered the best talent. There are many people who have been using it for more than ten years."

He handed the pen to Huo Guang: "You have written well since childhood, so I will write a word [fire] for my father."

Huo Guang simply wrote the word "fire" with a pen.

Huo Zhongru looked at Huo Guang's words and shook his head: "Your word is a bit weird, don't write it randomly, I remember your handwriting was good before."

Huo Guang's head was touched again, and then he realized that he subconsciously wrote the simplified Chinese version of the word "Huo" and now he used official script in the Han Dynasty. Fortunately, the simple word is not much different, so Huo Zhongru recognized it as the word "Huo", but he felt that Huo Guang's writing was awkward.

Seeing Huo Guang rubbing his head, Huo Zhongru was so angry that he simply took a pen and started writing: "Remember, writing should be good-looking and pay attention to silkworm heads and goose tails, and it is full of twists and turns." As he said that, Huo Zhongru wrote the word "fire".

The two characters of fire can be recognized as a character in appearance, which means that the specifications and styles of the lines and strokes are different.

"Look at it carefully, this is called a word. If you don't have the word, why do you get back the more you learn it?" Huo Zhongru said angrily.

A Guang was speechless. His handwriting was actually very good. Although he was a college student, he still loved writing. After all, writing and the ultimate form of life pursuit are the same.

Craftsmanship.

Huo Zhongru pretended to be mysterious and said, "Look for me."

I saw him lit a candle next to it, and clamped the bamboo piece with the word "fire" and "middle fingers" with the word "fire" in his index fingers. For a moment, Huo Guang felt that there was a breeze around him. He couldn't say what it was, but it gave people a refreshing feeling of unobstruction.

These slow breezes finally condensed on Huo Zhongru's fingers. The flames began to move from the candle to the bamboo strips along the breeze just now, igniting the bamboo strips, and then moved as Huo Zhongru's fingers moved.

Huo Guang stared at the flame in a daze.

Control whatever you write? Isn’t this the same as a talisman? What kind of power is this?

A Guang simply guessed that Qi is magic power, and the characters are art?

Huo Zhongru could control the flame with just the word "fire", which made Huo Guang puzzled. As a good materialist boy, how could he believe in strange powers and gods? It was just that the facts were put in front of him that he couldn't help but disbelief.

"Why are you standing there in an unfilial son? The fire is almost burning my hair."

After a trance, Huo Guang realized that Huo Zhongru had accidentally brought the fire to his clothes and was rolling all over the ground.

Huo Guang hurriedly picked up the water scoop and put out the fire, but fortunately Huo Zhongru had nothing to do.

As he spoke, Huo Guang was distracted. He imitated him and picked up the bamboo piece of fire he wrote, recalling the power that he felt just now, which made people feel comfortable like the breeze.

Looking at Huo Guang's appearance, Huo Zhongru smiled and said, "Silly boy, do you think you are a genius like your father, if that's the case..."

Before he finished speaking, a blazing flame ignited in Huo Guang's hand, which was even worse than Huo Zhongru.

"This...this..." Huo Zhongru stared at Huo Guang in disbelief.

The ancients still lacked the vocabulary, and there was no sentence that could not express Huo Zhongru's mood at this time.

"wrong!"

"wrong!!"

"wrong!!!"

Huo Guang tried it himself, felt the feeling of Qi surrounding his body, and after controlling the vigorous flames, Huo Guang discovered something strange.

Just now, Huo Zhongru called Qi to control the flame on the candle. After writing the word "fire", he controlled the ready-made flame, but he directly generated the flame on the text.

Huo Guang immediately asked his own question: "Father, can you generate flames by writing the word "fire"?"

Huo Zhongru said speechlessly: "How can a flame be generated? It is to use Qi to control flames. This is the power of the word "Heavenly Dao". If you write the word "Fire", you can use Qi to control fire. If you write water, you can use Qi to control water. But how can a flame be generated? What are you thinking? That is no longer a magic method."

Obviously, this matter exceeded Huo Zhongru's knowledge. Huo Guang understood that his father must be a half-knowledge, but he clearly felt that he had written down the fire and generated fire out of thin air.

As for the energy like a breeze, it should be Qi.

Huo Guang looked at his hands and continued to feel this energy, and he moved his heart. This energy seemed to fill the entire space, the whole world, everywhere. He didn't feel it before, but he felt it was not there. After sensing it once by Huo Zhongru, he felt it was everywhere.

The power that can use words to control everything is really a magical force.

Huo Zhongru looked at Huo Guang with great confusion and said, "Qi is a very difficult power to perceive. Ordinary people may not be able to master it for more than ten years. How can you learn it after learning it?"

Huo Guang felt that this might be his golden finger, super talent, but Huo Zhongru immediately laughed: "I deserve to be my son, I have inherited my talent, an absolute genius, a genius."

Huo Guang was speechless. Can this be drawn to him? It would be averted to doubt his identity as a time traveler. Huo Guang felt that even if he talked about what would happen next with Huo Zhongru, Huo Zhongru would feel that it was due to his bloodline and would not have any other doubts.

Huo Zhongru was happy for a while and said, "A Guang, when I went outside, someone asked you how long it took to learn how to control Qi. You just said three months, it would be bad if you said it too short."

Huo Guang didn't expect Huo Zhongru to ask him to hide his weaknesses. He thought that he would be very popular according to Huo Zhongru's character.

I remembered that Huo Zhongru said that he had learned it in two months. If Huo Zhongru bragged, shouldn't he be super powerful? How could he stay in this small county town and be a small county official?

"Father, are there many people who can use Qi? Are there many stylists?"

"There are very few people who know how to use Qi, and the stylists are even rarer."

"I think there seems to be no scholar in He County, so my father shouldn't be just a county official."

Huo Guang's words made Huo Zhongru stunned. The light of the candlelight was pounding in his eyes, as if everything around him had stopped. Many things flashed in Huo Zhongru's eyes.

Huo Zhongru, who was also enthusiastic about explaining the words of the Heavenly Way, threw away the bamboo piece and sighed.

"Oh, A Guang, I... won't write anymore."
Chapter completed!