Practicing calligraphy for hundreds of years was all for the sake of self-cultivation.
Lan Zan had never expected that he would fail here.
"Is this your work?"
He quickly adjusted his emotions and asked in a gentle manner.
Lucia lowered her head in embarrassment.
Obviously, she knew that her handwriting was terrible.
However, Shi Mo, who was beside her, nodded his head with a very proud expression and said,
"That's right!"
"After my investigation, no one has been able to write the same handwriting as me.”
"That's why I named it Shi Mo Body!”
Hearing this, Aizen's eyes widened slightly, and a hint of astonishment flashed in his brown eyes.
He had never seen such a shameless person.
Was this something that others couldn't write?
It was clearly too ugly, causing others to not even be willing to take a second look!
He even named such an ugly font after himself.
Lan Zan struggled for a long time, not even knowing where to start.
"Keep up the good work."
After hesitating for a long time, he could only encourage her.
The words that he was about to ask earlier were also swallowed back.
After saying that, Lan Ran quickened her pace and walked away from the two of them.
It was just that the work was too unbearable to look at.
After he had walked far away, Lucia stared at Shi Mo with a very fierce gaze.
She finally understood.
The reason why he was so unlucky today was entirely because he met this person.
"You're the thickest skinned person I've ever seen!”
Shi Mo nodded in agreement and said,"Thank you for the compliment."
Lucia was utterly defeated.
"Damn it, I can't gain the upper hand in front of this person at all!”
After the calligraphy class ended, the two of them temporarily parted ways.
Although Lucia had once said that she did not want to see Shi Mo again...
However, this matter was not up to her.
Shi Mo temporarily lost interest in the following lessons.
He had already learned Instant Steps when he was at Jing Le's house.
Although he couldn't compare to the Death Gods of the second division who mainly used Instant Steps, he could still surpass ordinary Death Gods.
After ending today's class, Shi Mo returned to his dormitory first.
He had many questions in his heart.
Since he couldn't ask others, he could only find the answer from himself.
Shi Mo sat cross-legged on the futon and placed the light punch horizontally on his lap. He held his breath and focused his attention, trying to enter the Blade Meditation.
Fortunately, he seemed to be quite talented in this area.
In just a few minutes, Shi Mo had successfully entered the space of the Dragon Slaying Saber.
A familiar scene appeared in front of him.
All kinds of clocks and watches that were densely packed in the entire space were running non-stop.
The sound of dripping echoed in the air.
Other than that, Shi Mo still could not see any living beings that could possibly be his sword.
As for his real name, he had no way of knowing.
In the strange space of the knife, Shi Mo, who was at a loss and had no clue, formed a picture that ordinary people could not understand.
A young man in a loose black student uniform stepped on the path formed by countless clocks, constantly exploring and searching.
In this place, Shi Mo could not sense the passage of time.
He could not even sense any dynamic or static changes.
He tried to observe the clocks around him, but the conclusion he reached was that they were no different from normal clocks.
This discovery made him even more conflicted.
"How should we communicate?"
Shi Mo scratched his head, feeling his head ache even more.
He was not a person who was good at thinking, but he had encountered such a person.
Logically speaking, the Dragon Slaying Saber should be related to the essence of his soul.
However, Shi Mo could not see anything familiar in front of him.
Now, the only thing he could explore was the endless path of time under his feet.
Shi Mo gritted his teeth and continued walking forward.
One step, two steps, three steps, four steps…
At first, he tried to count the steps in his heart.
However, as the path gradually increased, Shi Mo's patience was constantly worn out.
In the end, he had already given up on this meaningless move.
After an unknown amount of time, the clock in front of him remained unchanged.
Shi Mo could sense that other than the instability in his mentality, there was no change in any other aspects.
"Is everything still?"
He stopped and looked at the clocks around him. He muttered,"
"In other words, these things are all pretense to deceive people?”
As soon as he finished speaking, the clock space began to collapse.
The shattered space gave people an inexplicable sense of terror.
Everything returned to nothingness.
Just as the clock space was about to collapse, Shi Mo felt his consciousness blur.
He understood that this was a sign that he was about to leave the space of the Dragon Slaying Saber.
Shi Mo tried his best to open his eyes and observe the changing world, trying to find his knife.
In a trance, he vaguely saw an immortal throne made of countless clocks appear in the distant void.
He didn't see the master of the throne, but he was still extremely dignified!
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