Discussion of Irrigation

After dinner, Xiao Yu carried a cup of ginseng tea into the room and saw Duan Rong seated at the desk again.

She walked over slowly and set the ginseng tea on the desk. She saw that not only was the yellowed booklet spread open before him, but Duan Rong had also laid out paper and brush. As he read the yellowed booklet, he wrote something at the same time...

Xiao Yu could not help growing curious. She leaned closer for a glance, and her eyes immediately lit up. She had never expected Duan Rong's handwriting to be so bold and sharply elegant. Every stroke carried a free-flowing, natural grace, and the entire page was like embroidered brocade.

Xiao Yu could not help exclaiming, "Husband, when did your handwriting become this good!?"

Duan Rong's brush paused slightly, and he turned to look at Xiao Yu.

His calligraphic intent had indeed become absurdly refined. Not only were his techniques flawlessly mature, but his artistic conception was like an antelope hanging its horns—effortless and untraceable, yet every movement brimmed with elegance. If this piece were placed before those cultured young dandies of Divine Cloud Manor, it would likely be bid up to a sky-high price.

Xiao Yu looked at Duan Rong curiously. "Husband, I remember that back in Xiangu County, your handwriting wasn't nearly this good."

In truth, while still in Xiangu County, Duan Rong had already attained profound mastery in calligraphy through the Devour Artifact Spirit. Over the years, as his martial cultivation advanced and he refined more than a hundred assorted intents, he had unknowingly achieved complete understanding not only in martial arts, but in calligraphy as well. Any casual stroke of his brush could be called a work that astonished the world.

Back in Xiangu County, he and Xiao