Chapter 23: Practicing Ink

  "What is an evil god?" Xian Wu Ma asked immediately.

  "You wouldn't understand even if I told you," said the Demon Horn. "The evil god has not yet taken shape, so it's hard to explain now. You'll find out later."

  "Oh." Jian Wu responded softly.

  "Alright, let's get ready for dinner, I still have calligraphy practice tonight." said Youjiao with a smile.

  "Huh, sir, you wrote those books just for practicing calligraphy?" Jian Wu asked in surprise.

  "Of course, this way you can practice calligraphy and write books at the same time, what a great thing?" said Youjiao with a smile.

  "But, however..." Jian Wu hesitated.

  "But what?" the demon king asked strangely.

  "But, sir, I've seen your handwriting, and it's clear that if you were to write seriously, it would be extremely good, even at the level of a calligraphy master. However, sir, when you write..." Jian Wu said.

  "But it's not every word that is written beautifully, and in fact, many of them are quite ugly, aren't they?" said the demon horn with a smile.

  "Hmm" Jian Wu nodded lightly, having expressed her own doubts.

  "The calligraphy I practice is not that kind of calligraphy, I am not practicing characters, I am practicing ink." You Jiao laughed.

  "Practicing ink?" Jian Wu asked in surprise.

  "Well, you're not enlightened enough yet, you'll understand later. Go inform the Right Institute and prepare dinner for now." said Yao Jiao.

  "Oh." Jian Wu pouted and said somewhat unwillingly, "Master says his realm is not enough? But I'm even older than Master!"

  Then, after dinner, the demon king practiced calligraphy for a while before returning to his room with his sword dance, and went to warm up in bed together.

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  The next day, the demon woke up and first lit three incense sticks in front of the divine inkstone on the incense table. Then, the demon went to have breakfast. After finishing breakfast, he took out the divine inkstone, grasped it in his hand, sat on a stool in the courtyard, and stared at it without blinking.

  Jian Wu practiced his sword skills repeatedly in the courtyard, non-stop for almost an hour. When he took a break, he found Yao Jiao still staring at the divine inkstone in his hand.

  The demon horn was staring at the divine inkstone, and the true energy in his hand was continuously pouring into it.

  "Old man, what are you doing?" Xian Wu sheathed his sword and sat down to pour a cup of tea for Yao Jiao, as well as one for himself, and asked in surprise.

  "I am contemplating the evil deity." The demon's horns did not lift its head, still staring at the divine inkstone.

  "Are you imagining evil spirits?" Jian Wu Qiguo said strangely.

  "Alright, don't mind me, I'll be able to rest in just another hour," the demon replied.

  "Oh, okay." Xian Wu nodded. Although he didn't know what the old man was doing, Xian Wu wouldn't feel bored either. He found that he seemed to be born for the sword, as long as he practiced it, he could practice it forever, and his whole person would be immersed in it.

  After drinking a mouthful of tea and resting for a while, Jian Wu picked up the sword in his hand and began to dance again in the courtyard.

  Jianwu, as the name suggests, is a dance for swords. At this moment, without anyone disturbing him, he can fully immerse himself in it. Although his swordsmanship has been danced countless times, every time he dances, Jianwu seems to have a brand new feeling. Even some rough swordsmanship, Jianwu can still find the flaws in it and continuously perfect it.

  At this moment, the sword dance is the "Sorrowful Sword Spectrum" of Beijianmen. The entire set of sword techniques embodies a sense of sorrow, and with what Jianwu has just experienced - the destruction of his home and family - it's as if he can feel the sorrow even more deeply. The sword dance is not fast, in fact, it's abnormally slow; if someone were to see Jianwu dancing with his sword at this moment, they would definitely feel a sense of sorrowful heartache.

  As for the demon horn, it was not seen at this moment. The demon horn was focused on staring at the divine inkstone in his hand, thinking with his heart, observing with his spirit, and imagining with his intention, imagining the divine inkstone in his hand.

  Almost an hour later, the demon horn suddenly recited another segment of extremely strange incantations, and the true energy in his hand also quickly poured into the interior.

  The demon's incantation caught the attention of Jianwu, who immediately stopped his swordplay and walked over to the stone table, pouring a cup of tea for the demon before listening intently to its chant.

  Just like yesterday, after listening for a while, Jianwu didn't understand anything, and didn't get anything. Even when Yaojiao read out some sounds, Jianwu couldn't even remember them. This made Jianwu's eyes fill with confusion, did he have a problem with his hearing?

  The demon king incanted for the time it took to burn an incense stick, before ending and placing the divine inkstone in a jade box. He then placed it back on the incense table in the hall, lit three more incense sticks, and checked that the hanging censers were always burning. Only then did he slowly walk out of the hall with his sword dance, closing the door behind him.

  "You've been practicing for a whole morning, aren't you tired?" The demon horn looked at Sword Dance and asked.

  "When I was practicing sword fighting, I didn't feel it, but now I seem to be a bit hungry." Jian Wu said with some embarrassment.

  "Well, then let's inform the kitchen to prepare dinner. I've really consumed a lot of energy just now. I'll take a break and after eating, we can go to the store to collect our money and then stroll around the streets." said Yao Jiao.

  "Hmm" Sword Dance nodded on horseback.

  Then, Jian Wu went to the right courtyard to order lunch, while Yao Jiao sat on a stone bench in the courtyard and began to meditate.

  When the demon horn finished its meditation, it surprisingly discovered that after continuously channeling true energy into the divine inkstone, when it returned to its normal state, its own true energy had increased by a bit more than before. Compared to regular cultivation, this was slightly faster; could this be what they meant by "no destruction, no creation"?

  After adjusting his breath, Yao Jiao shook his head and dispelled the thought. He opened his eyes and had lunch with Jian Wu together.

  After lunch, they rested for a while and went to Xiake Hotel to take a stroll, then went out to have some fun.

  The corrupt and comfortable life of the demon king continued like this.

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  One month later.

  Today is a very important day because "The Return of the Condor Hero", the second book of the Legend of the Condor Hero series, goes on sale simultaneously across the country.

  This time, not only the second family's store sold out, but also the Sima family and Shangguan family's bookstore industry almost simultaneously sold out the new book "The Return of the Condor Hero".

  That scene, just short of a fight breaking out, in the capital city's many bookstores, when they put up notices that the new book "The Return of the Condor Hero" would go on sale, people started lining up three days in advance. How exciting!

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  The first update is here, and recommendation tickets can be cast now.