As Xiaodouding put pen to paper, Zhang Chen looked over and was momentarily stunned, because even though Xiaodouding's drawn talisman looked exactly like his own, the order of the strokes differed by one.
And that single stroke was like a bolt of lightning across Zhang Chen's mind, instantly opening it up to a flood of inspirations.
"No, my brush strokes are wrong! There is one stroke different from yours." Xiaodouding finished drawing the talisman, muttered to himself, and erased it, preparing to copy Zhang Chen's stroke order.
"No! Your stroke order is correct, mine is wrong! How did you think of drawing it like that?" Zhang Chen looked at Xiaodouding with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"I've been learning to draw talismans from you, but always felt the strokes weren't fluid, as if writing with the pen strokes all wrong, it felt odd, so I instinctively changed it." Xiaodouding said.
Zhang Chen's mouth twitched as he heard this, can such a thing happen?
