The next day, when Dong Chuan and the others woke up, their complexions weren't good. They didn't sleep well, but they still insisted on going to the dining hall to eat breakfast before going to the lecture. But after lunch, all of them gathered in Zhao Hai's courtyard.
At this time, everyone who participated in the operation had arrived. Including Dong Chuan, the other three, and Zhao Hai, there were a total of 25 people. Among them, 15 were good at drawing, while the others were good at writing.
After everyone arrived, Zhao Hai said, "I think everyone has already seen the contents of the first book. This is my new attempt, using the identity of a participant to write a story. Now that the story has been written, I'll leave the rest to you. Those who are good at writing should write an article based on this story. However, the article shouldn't be too long, this is because the article will be written on a painting. Those who are good at drawing should draw four paintings based on this story. Whether it's an article or a painting, I'll have to look at it in the end."
When these people heard Zhao Hai, they stared. Then they all began to move. Those who were good at writing immediately gathered together to discuss how to write the article. Those who were good at drawing also gathered together to discuss how to draw four paintings based on the story.
Zhao Hai didn't care about them, he also didn't give them a time limit. Therefore, when he saw these people gathered together to discuss, Zhao Hai wasn't in a hurry. He sat there quietly as he picked up a book and began to read it.
This time's matter was actually very helpful to Zhao Hai. After he wrote the novel, he felt that there was a strange power in the Space. This power was very similar to the power that came from the weapons that he received from the scholars, but it was much purer.
Moreover, when Zhao Hai felt this power, it was immediately absorbed by the five weapons. After absorbing this power, the five weapons began to change. The zither disappeared, the two pens turned into one, and the two books turned into one. However, this book was different, it turned into a thick book with a wooden casing. And in the binding of the book, there was a pen that fit inside.
This change made Zhao Hai very surprised, but it also made Zhao Hai very happy. This was because he discovered that the book could emit a power that was completely different from natural energy and destruction energy. This power was still very weak, but it didn't dissipate. On the contrary, this power gathered around the book and was slowly increasing.
Zhao Hai knew that this power might be the literary force that scholars cultivate. It might be different from ordinary literary force. As for what was different, Zhao Hai didn't know. However, after some observation and experiments, Zhao Hai discovered that as long as he kept reading, writing, drawing, playing zither, and playing chess, the energy in the Space would increase. This discovery made Zhao Hai very happy, but at the same time, he was also somewhat distressed.
He was happy because he had finally released the cultivation method of Literary Force. He could finally use Literary Force, but he was troubled because he could not cultivate Literary Force by himself. He had to read books and write in order to cultivate Literary Force, which would take up a lot of his time.
Fortunately, he didn't have anything to do right now, so he could slowly practice. At the same time, he also hoped to find a way to cultivate the literary force. Unfortunately, the time he spent in contact with the literary force was too short. Because of this, he still couldn't find a way.
Zhao Hai sat there and looked at the book. He didn't care about what Dong Chuan and the others were doing. Dong Chuan and the others misunderstood Zhao Hai's intention. They thought that Zhao Hai wanted them to finish the essay and drawing in the afternoon. Because of this, they were very anxious. After the group discussed it, they immediately elected someone to start writing the essay. Before long, the essay was finished. The group looked at it and were very satisfied. Then they had Dong Chuan bring the essay over to Zhao Hai.
Zhao Hai felt Dong Chuan come over, so he put down the book and looked at Dong Chuan. Dong Chuan cupped his fist towards Zhao Hai and said, "Brother Hai, the essay is finished. Take a look at it."
Zhao Hai nodded, then he carefully looked at the article. After reading it, he put it down and said, "Maybe I didn't make it clear, but you have to remember that each painting needs to be accompanied by an article. You can't write too much, otherwise it would affect the effect of the painting. At the same time, you have to write four articles, so you have to be very careful with your words and sentences. Most importantly, these articles don't have a time limit. You can go back and slowly think about it. Once you've thought about it and finished writing it, then you can show it to me."
When you think about it, you have to write it. "When he heard Zhao Hai, Dong Chuan couldn't help but stare. Then his expression changed, he immediately understood Zhao Hai's meaning. Although Zhao Hai didn't say that what they wrote today wasn't up to standard, his words clearly told them that what they wrote today wasn't up to standard. At the same time, he also made them understand that their four essays needed to be linked to the four drawings. In other words, their essays must be short, they must grasp the key points, and they must be well-tempered. Only such an essay would be up to standard.
Originally, Dong Chuan and the others didn't think that this task would be difficult. But now that they heard Zhao Hai, they discovered that this task was indeed very difficult.
However, Dong Chuan immediately nodded and said, "Yes, Brother Hai, I understand."
Zhao Hai nodded, then he turned his head to look at the people who were drawing and said, "Your situation is the same as theirs. Draw four paintings, it's best to draw the contents of the first book. Don't worry, after you draw, take a look at it first. If you don't think it's good, then don't show it to me." Zhao Hai nodded, then he turned his head to look at the paintings.
When the painters heard Zhao Hai, their expressions changed. Then they nodded and turned around to leave. When Zhao Hai saw them leave the courtyard, he picked up the book and continued to read.
In the next few days, Zhao Hai discovered that although Dong Chuan and the others went to class on time, they were somewhat absent-minded. The teacher might have also noticed this, so in the next few days, he didn't teach much, allowing Dong Chuan and the others to keep up.
However, during this time, Dong Chuan and the others didn't go to Tideview City. They stayed in the academy and disappeared after class. They also didn't go to the Pillow Study Hall.
Zhao Hai wasn't interested in their whereabouts. This was because he knew that Dong Chuan and the others were certainly researching and writing the four essays. However, Zhao Hai wasn't worried, he believed that the students of the Academy would give him a pleasant surprise.
Although Zhao Hai knew that Dong Chuan and the others wouldn't be able to complete the four paintings in a short time, he didn't expect them to take this long. Two months, they took two months to bring the four paintings to Zhao Hai.
Zhao Hai looked at the four paintings on the table. They were large paintings, each about two meters in height and one meter in width. Moreover, the paintings were very good. The first painting was a bird's eye view of Ancient Tideview City. At the same time, there were clouds on top of it. There were also people of different shapes on the painting, vividly showing the prosperity of Ancient Tideview City.
There was also a short essay on the painting, it was an introduction to Ancient Tideview City. The essay wasn't long, but each word was like a gem, it left a lasting aftertaste.
After looking at the four paintings, Zhao Hai didn't say anything. He took out the second book and handed it to Dong Chuan, "This is the second book, there are also four paintings." Then he waved his hand. Dong Chuan and the others immediately understood what Zhao Hai meant. They cheered before they turned around and left.
Zhao Hai looked at their departing figures and smiled faintly. Then he put away the four paintings and turned around to leave the academy. When he arrived outside, he immediately went to the stonemason shop and ordered a large amount of stone. These stones were the best stones around Tideview City. At the same time, they were also the most commonly used stones. Ancient Tideview City's walls were all made of these stones.
Zhao Hai had people send the stones back to the academy and moved them to his courtyard. Then he closed the door and began to engrave on the stones.
Engraving was also a type of writing. And now, Zhao Hai wanted to engrave the four paintings. What Zhao Hai needed to do now was to practice. Not only could he cultivate, but he could also practice his engraving skills. This was killing two birds with one stone.
Fortunately, the courtyards in the Pillow Text Courtyard were independent. Moreover, the distance between two courtyards was quite far. Therefore, no one heard Zhao Hai's movements.
Time passed little by little. It took Zhao Hai seven days to make some progress in his carving technique. And this was because he used his power of thought to learn carving techniques. In addition to his superb control over his strength, he was able to achieve this.
However, Zhao Hai wasn't in a hurry. All of the broken stones had been disposed of by Zhao Hai. Now, his engraving skills weren't inferior to the old masters. However, he still hadn't reached perfection. He still needed to practice.
After putting away the stone slab that he recently engraved, Zhao Hai decided to relax. When he returned to his room, he felt that no one was monitoring him. With an intention, he entered the Space.
After taking a good rest in the Space, Zhao Hai studied the wooden book and the pen. The energy of the book and pen were getting stronger and stronger. However, this was all due to Zhao Hai's efforts. Now, Zhao Hai was studying hard every day. Although he could remember everything that the teacher said in class, he would still take notes. At the same time, the book almost never left his hands. He also started to fiddle with musical instruments.
Zhao Hai still hadn't figured out what the book and pen were for. But now that these two things were his, he would naturally let them develop. Therefore, Zhao Hai carefully placed the book and pen into the Space. Then he flashed out of the Space and prepared to practice his engraving.
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