Broken Night

Chapter Four Hundred and Sixty-One - Writing like a Sword

Among them, I have to mention the growth process of Wanqianhong.

Wan Qianhong did not come from a famous family. Although she was born in the Heavenly Palace, she was outstanding and humble, and she could not get the guidance of a famous teacher. When she was a child, she walked slowly, and she only lived with her meals by doing embroidery.

Until she broke through the Xiantian Palace at the age of twenty-two, she had a natural vision, which attracted the contemporary Chaoxia Palace master who was nearby at that time, and accepted her as a direct disciple. So even though Wang Ba was only sixteen at that time, the twenty-two-year-old Wan Qianhong still had to call out a brother.

Perhaps it was because her childhood growing up was rough, but she grew up very steadfast. Apart from practicing the magical power of Chaoxia Palace, which has been passed down from generation to generation, [Chaotian Zhengyang Gong], her natal pattern does not have any shadow of Chaoxia Palace.

It can be said that although she is the master of Chaoxia Palace, she really did not inherit all kinds of unique skills of Chaoxia Palace, and she made her way by herself.

Because of this, she taught Wan Erhao exactly the same way. She only has to constantly consolidate the foundation of Waner's tattoo technique, as well as strengthen his body and the speed of ten fingerprints. She doesn't say a word about how to create her own pattern.

Because Wan Erhao was only a child, but he was able to walk out of the "thousands of thousands of layers of yarn" she laid.

She knew that Wan Erhao's talent was excellent, far surpassing even her own back then.

She was looking forward to what kind of shocking natal pattern Wan Erhao would create.

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When Wan Erhao walked out of the hut, it was inevitable that many people would look down upon him. After being put on hold for such a long time, coupled with his identity as a northerner, the southern boss who was present would naturally not have a good face for him. But he replied indifferently and dull again on his face, as if he didn't care about them at all, just walked to Yang Tianxing's side.

Lan Zha walked out.

"Hey, come on." Lan Zhi, who had been sitting calmly, shouted at this moment, with a soft expression on his face.

Lan Zha was also a little puzzled, but he still nodded to Lan Zhi. He really doesn't have much memory of this uncle. After all, when he was sensible, this uncle was already at the far end of the south, guarding that remote place.

An Que and Hu Kong were also a little embarrassed. Both of them were full of confidence, thinking that even if they failed to become disciples of the Yunfu, they would still be able to enter the stage of [Cloud Exam]. Unexpectedly, among the exam questions of this generation, there is a question like [Jingjiu].

An Que is powerful and can be ranked seventh in Qingyun. His strength is far stronger than others imagine. But it is precisely because he inherited the Anjia's [unicorn arm] across generations. This is not as easy to manage as imagined.

The qilin arm is extremely fierce, and when An Que was a child, he needed to take a lot of medicinal herbs and food to suppress this fierce aura. He was young but looked like a young man in his twenties, and that was the reason. Only after An Que broke through the Xiantian Palace did he slowly learn how to control this power.

Therefore, in the level of Jingjiu, he was defeated. Even so, he was the one who felt the benefits of cleaning up the dirt the quickest, so he didn't feel much loneliness.

"Come on, Your Royal Highness!"

Lan Zha nodded to An Que and Hu Kong, his eyes swept over several people who also participated in the [Cloud Test], and strode towards the empty room.

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Just walked into the room.

Looking at this classroom, which was originally full of tables and chairs, it is now empty.

Lan Zha didn't have much emotion.

I saw him pat the jade pendant around his waist, and the desk fell to the ground.

A snow-white paper fell on it.

The paper was mediocre, but the Four Treasures of the Study soon appeared next to it.

"Oh? Senior brother, he wants to write." The third master Xu Shichang shouted, "Isn't this what the senior brother is best at?" Song Zhixuan had a smile on his face, but he did not speak. Although Mr. Yunfu Da has always been very low-key, some things are still talked about.

For example, the famous Cao Lian master Chu Hengshan's [Cao Hu], its plaque is from the hands of Mr. Da. Everyone who sees the word, even those who don't understand tattoo art, can faintly feel the breath of a kind of Dao.

Now this young man wants to write in front of Mr. Da?

In the eyes of the people of Yunfu, there is really no distinction between the highness and the inferiority of His Royal Highness. They are all born people, and they do not take their secular status in mind.

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Lan Zha took up the pen and slowly adjusted his breathing.

He was rarely a little nervous.

Perhaps it is because, for this day, he has been practicing calligraphy for several years, and he does not know how many days and nights of calligraphy. He has read and comprehended the calligraphy of various famous masters, and even the rare calligraphy of the contemporary Yunfu Master has been collected in the Hall of Fame. I've been preparing for this day for so long, so I'm nervous.

He took a deep breath and started writing.

chi chi chi chi...

His speed is very fast, but there are bursts of small noises.

Every tick, every tick, it's all so perfect.

"This word is well written." Wang Qi also escaped from Wan Erhao's bewilderment and said with a little emotion. Indeed, Lan Zha's handwriting is very good. Although it is limited to her age, she has written her own style. The strokes are freely swayed, and you can clearly see Lan Zha's people.

Many elderly people often say that they can tell their character and personality from the words, but these are not all words. There is some basis for that.

Taking the title of [Cloud Test], both Yang Tianxing and Wan Erhao are a bit rushing to the shelves. They are all capable of doing what they are best at, but they don't actually express their identities. It's more of just doing what you're good at at will.

However, Lan Zha in front of her clearly "written" the id!

The pen is like a sword, fighting in the world of white paper;

The stroke of the pen is like a long sword unsheathed, showing its sharp edge;

The pen starts, like a long sword back to its sheath, the edge disappears;

Lan Zha clasped her fists, then put away the four treasures of the study and left the room, only the desk and the words on the white paper on the desk.

Seeing this, Song Zhixuan stretched out his hand.

He placed his hand on the scroll in front of him, his index finger and thumb twitched and pulled. I saw that the copybook that was originally in the scroll fell into his hands. This kind of change between reality and reality, if anyone sees it, they will be so surprised that their mouths cannot be closed.

On the white paper, one word was written clearly.

Li Jin penetrated the back of the paper. Although it was just writing, he could actually see something. This kind of control over strength can also represent careful control over grain strength. Of course they didn't see that.

"Senior brother? What do you think?" Xu Shichang knew nothing about words, watching Song Zhixuan thinking.

"Well... Let's take a look first." Song Zhixuan thought for a while, but didn't say much.

Because at this time, the next person has already walked in.

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"Come on, boy Jin!" Xu Yan shouted, waving his fists, and he couldn't help but look at him a few more times. More people looked at the terrifying wound on Xu Yan's chest. It was for Mengshi to block the wound caused by Shenlong's tail strike. Xu Yan had also taken a precious medicinal pill to stop the bleeding. In addition, his physical recovery ability was much stronger than that of ordinary people.

But Xu Yan ignored his wounds and just looked at Jin Qianji's back and shouted to cheer him up.

Jin Qianji smiled slightly, but said nothing.