Bitter Realm: Have the Four Realms been united today?

Chapter 38 Eye-Catching Words

"I see. I was going to agree, but since you don't remember, then forget it."

Once or twice, but not a third time; he won't fall for the same trick three times in a row.

He knew that Yue Tianji was teasing him again; he had experienced Yue Tianji's wicked nature firsthand yesterday.

Anyway, this person had just promised not to blame him, so he decided to test whether this person kept his word.

When Xuanming turned the tables on him, Yue Tianji wasn't angry; instead, he surprisingly felt a competitive spirit.

"Ha, this wound just won't get better if it's not treated!"

As Yue Tianji spoke, he deliberately took out the small white porcelain bottle from his sleeve in front of Xuanming.

Xuanming's lips twitched involuntarily.

Seeing that the secrets of heaven had been revealed, he ultimately followed his heart and chose to be a wise and pragmatic person.

Who told him to let this person in front of him know his weakness?

"Sir, you said yesterday that you would take me as your disciple. Are you going to go back on your word today?"

"Alas! My knowledge of divination is limited, and I was clearly politely refused yesterday. What could I do? How can I say that I went back on my word?"

The medicine bottle in Yue Tianji's hand tilted repeatedly, as if medicine powder would spill out at any moment.

Although Xuanming was blind, he knew from the words of the Heavenly Insight that his time was running out.

"What I said yesterday was nonsense. I agree to your request, sir. Please forgive me."

"This injury..." Before Yue Tianji could finish speaking, Xuanming took advantage of Yue Tianji's inattention to quickly pull up his clothes, then got up and walked a few steps to stand opposite Yue Tianji.

He didn't want to lose money at his maternal grandparents' house again.

Fearing that Yue Tianji would not give up easily, he quickly pointed to Yue Tianji's desk to change the subject.

"Why are there so many medicines in the study?"

"What kind of medicine is this?"

"It's medicine for external injuries!"

Seeing an opportunity, Xuanming pressed his advantage, asking, "Are these medicines very rare?"

"It's just ordinary wound medicine," Yue Tianji said with a hint of helplessness, as if he had just remembered something.

"Whenever there is a war, the Soul Emperor always takes the lead and the stronger the opponent, the more excited he becomes."

"On the battlefield, swords and blades have no eyes; the Soul Emperor is indifferent to external injuries and disdains applying medicine."

"After the war, I mostly handled government affairs in my study, and the Soul Emperor also often met me here."

"Since the monarch is injured, I cannot turn a blind eye. As a result, these medicines for wounds have accumulated in the study."

"I see! What will you teach me today, sir? Is it still military strategy?"

Yue Tianji placed the medicine bottle back on the table, feeling a little regretful.

He did indeed intend to apply the medicine to Xuanming again, but Xuanming dodged it in advance.

However, Xuanming's wound had already scabbed over, so there was no problem even without medicine, so we'll let him off this time.

"Seeing how confident you seemed yesterday, write the character for 'grain' for me to see again, and I will not punish you this time."

Xuanming couldn't wait to skip the topic of medicine, so he naturally wouldn't refuse when he heard Yue Tianji's words.

He walked to the table, picked up the brush again, and practiced the strokes on the rice paper until he felt it was about the same as yesterday, before starting to write the complete character for grain again.

A moment later, Xuanming finished the last stroke, put the brush back on the brush holder, and gently swung his wrist to relieve the soreness.

The brush calligraphy is different from the pen calligraphy he was familiar with. The pen calligraphy mainly uses the fingers to exert force, and only long strokes require the wrist to exert force as well.

The point of force in calligraphy is completely opposite; the shape of the characters is controlled entirely by the wrist.

He had never practiced calligraphy; he had only heard the theory from his teacher when he was in school, but had never actually practiced it.

Fortunately, he had experience practicing calligraphy, so he wasn't completely clueless.

His physical strength was no match for Yue Tianji's; for every bit of effort Yue Tianji used, he would have to use five to barely achieve the same effect.

In addition, his wrist strength was weak and he lacked skill, so writing was extremely difficult, physically difficult.

Looking at the newly created character "粮" (grain), Yue Tianji was slightly surprised. Although the character had the form but lacked the essence, it was considered inferior in the eyes of someone who understood calligraphy.

However, it would take an ordinary person several months to achieve the same level of skill, so it is truly amazing that Xuanming was able to reach this level in just a short period of time.

Yue Tianji slowly wrote under Xuanming's character "粮" with his pen. Xuanming stopped writing and carefully observed Yue Tianji's penmanship.

Ten breaths later, a new character for "grain" appeared, and Xuanming found it very strange.

Even though every stroke was completely different from the one Yue Tianji had written yesterday, he felt the same way about the character as he did yesterday.

Yue Tianji put down his brush, looked at the two characters for "grain" and commented, "They are far inferior to my writing. It must be due to your carelessness. Write them again."

Xuanming stared at Yue Tianji in disbelief. If he were still holding a calligraphy brush, he would have slammed it down on the table.

What the hell are you writing?!

The words of Yue Tianji possess a unique charm.

This kind of charm cannot be imitated or written down.

In other words, as long as he could read the secrets of the heavens, he could write countless different versions of the character for "grain".

Yet the spirit of the characters remains unchanged, making it impossible to argue that the two characters are different.

Xuanming took a deep breath to suppress the argument that was about to come out, and picked up his pen to write again.

However, this time he neither held the pen in the correct posture that the divination had told him yesterday, nor did he deliberately control his wrist to achieve any predetermined effect.

Do whatever makes you comfortable.

After only five breaths, Xuanming put down his brush and looked at Yue Tianji with a hint of provocation, saying, "What do you think of this character, sir?"

Reading the Heavenly Secrets: "..."

Looking at the appalling, dog-scratched characters, Yue Tianji felt an eye-searing sensation for the first time.

Seeing that Yue Tianji remained silent for a long time, Xuanming began to feel uneasy.

"The teacher wanted me to appreciate the spirit of the characters, and although his methods were somewhat crude, they were for my own good."

"I deliberately wrote it so badly, although it was for..."

"But ultimately, it was a waste of your good intentions, sir."

Xuanming was torn. He wanted Yue Tianji to be angry and punish him so that he would have a clear understanding of the promise he had made.

But I don't want this situation to actually happen.

The longer the silence lasted, the more tormented and fearful Xuanming felt, until finally he couldn't hold on any longer.

"The gentleman must be angry; you'd better apologize quickly!"

Just as Xuanming suppressed his disappointment and was about to apologize, a voice of praise reached his ears.

"Indeed, this character is unrestrained and has a free and easy spirit. Although it has lost its form, it has already acquired a unique charm..."

Before he could finish reading the celestial secrets, Xuanming hurriedly interrupted, "Sir, I was wrong!"

"Please don't do this. I shouldn't have deliberately upset you. Please punish me!"

Unrestrained and wild?

A dashing air?

He found the words offensive even to his own eyes, and to him they were all sarcasm.

"Why do you say that? These characters do indeed possess a certain charm, but they are still somewhat immature."

Xuanming, upon seeing the secrets of the heavens, appeared gentle and not angry.

But the words he uttered sounded exactly like someone who was extremely angry and laughing.

For a moment, Xuanming couldn't tell whether Yue Tianji was not angry or had gone mad with anger.