Emperor of Nine Suns

With Chu Chen's keen spiritual sense, he didn't even notice how the old man disappeared!

An inexplicable chill suddenly rose from Chu Chen's back, which meant that he could not resist the old man's attack on him.

It seems that there are really hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the medicine palace, which should not be underestimated.

Everyone walked in the direction pointed by the old man in Tsing Yi, and walked past a row of tall bookshelves, and they saw four small sandalwood tables neatly lined up together. There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones on each small table, and there are several mahogany chairs around the small table. w "Fiction" novel chapters are updated the fastest

"Six Beast Hair Brushes, Xuanling Ink, Celadon Celestial Paper, Venus Snow Wave Inkstone!"

After seeing Fang Sibao on the sandalwood incense table, Shen Hou couldn't hide his exclamation anymore.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone on these small tables are only known to those who truly love and understand books to know their uniqueness, rarity and preciousness.

At this moment, even Chu Chen couldn't help but feel his pupils shrank slightly after hearing Shen Hou's words, and there was a look of surprise on his face.

"It seems that the old man is really willing to spend his money, and actually used such a precious and rare treasure to copy the ancient books of talismans for us." Chu Chen smiled bitterly, "It seems that if we don't work hard, it will be a waste of money." This rare treasure!"

"Huh? Are these things precious? They look no different from ordinary pens, inks, papers and inkstones."

Seeing Shen Hou and Chu Chen's dignified faces, Zhou Mei, who has always been lazy and lazy, was a little surprised.

Chu Chen was fine, but his expression was a little dignified.

Shen Hou's performance was more exaggerated. He stood in front of the four sandalwood incense tables, straightened his clothes, and wiped his hands on the clothes repeatedly. Then he cupped his fists and bowed respectfully to Fang Sibao on several tables. (Baidu search update is the fastest and most stable)

"Hey, hey, hey... what are you doing, what kind of salute for no reason, the nerd is getting sour again." Zhou Mei couldn't help sighing softly after seeing Shen Hou's actions.

"It seems that brother Shen is indeed a book lover."

Chu Chen sighed slightly, pulled Zhou Mei lightly, and winked at her.

At this time, even Tang Rou gently pulled Zhou Mei, signaling not to disturb Shen Hou's etiquette.

Chu Chen, who pulled Zhou Mei aside, lowered his voice.

"The book is the embodiment of human civilization. It inherits and continues the glorious history of mankind. As a scholar, one should have a devout heart for books. It is said that when the ancient sages read and write, they must first burn incense and bathe, and calm down. , Only after devout prayers will I officially read the book."

"It is precisely because of the reverence and reverence for human civilization that those ancient great sages can truly explore the avenues of heaven and earth from books, and thus leave their names in history! At this time, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk are nothing to scholars. It’s no worse than the magic weapon of the spirit weapon level.”

Zhou Mei smiled softly and waved her hands, "You scholars have a lot of rules, please pray, just let people watch over you."

Chu Chen immediately walked to the case, and like Shen Hou, wiped his hands on his clothes, straightened his clothes to show his dignity, and then bowed respectfully.

Behind him, Tang Rou also saluted respectfully.

This ceremony is actually not just for the ink, paper and inkstone, but for the brilliant wisdom of countless ancestors and sages of mankind!

After the solemn salute, the first to start "copying".

Walking to a sandalwood desk and pondering for a moment, his face became solemn, he exhaled lightly, and grabbed the writing brush on the table with his right hand without slowing down.

Um?

Just when Shen Hou grabbed the brush, his face froze for a moment, revealing a look of astonishment, his hand couldn't hold the brush.

In the next moment, he saw a flash of spiritual power all over his body. His face turned red in an instant, and the veins on his right arm bulged, as if using all the strength in his body, he slowly lifted the Liushou hair brush.

This is not like grasping a pen, it is clearly grasping a mountain!

It's just a pen, but it's so heavy!

This was beyond everyone's expectation, and everyone's eyes were focused on Shen Hou.

At this time, Zhou Mei's eyes, who were dazed by the side, flickered slightly.

Shen Hou's body is very strong in itself. He comes from a barren land and is gifted with supernatural power. In terms of strength alone, he can definitely be regarded as a super strong man.

But at this moment, this big man who is famous for his strength can't even hold a pen!

It wasn't until he mobilized all the spiritual power in his body that he slowly grabbed the brush.

Even so, Shen Hou finally couldn't hold on after holding on for a few breaths, loosened his trembling fingers, and the brush in his hand fell gently on the wooden table with a "snap", making a dull sound .

Like dull thunder!

This, this, this... Do you want to be alive, a pen is so heavy? ?

Zhou Mei slightly frowned her eyebrows, and the previous looseness and laziness were also reduced a bit.

A trace of solemnity appeared on Tang Rou's face, "Let me try."

She walked to the small square table and silently circulated all her spiritual energy.

With the urging of the exercises, her entire right hand instantly became emerald green like jade, as if carved from emerald. It seems that Shenmu Duhaiquan Lingquan has been urged to the extreme state.

The jade green hand slowly grasped the Liushouhao brush, and lifted it up unhurriedly. Sùdù who picked up the brush was faster than Shen Hou, but still more than twice as slow as a normal person.

Genius girl Tang Rou calmly opened an ancient book on the desk, then picked up a brush and gently dipped ink on the inkstone.

When the writing brush glowing with six colors was lightly dipped together with the jet-black jade-like ink, Chu Chen saw Tang Rou's right arm visibly trembled again.

Beads of sweat began to ooze from the girl's smooth forehead.

After a long pause, the slender brush was only dipped in the thick ink. Tang Rou, who was breathing more and more quickly, raised the pen with a very elegant and slow gesture, and wrote on the table that had been covered with Hǎode, which was as clean as porcelain up.

Both Shen Hou and Zhou Mei suddenly felt nervous, they were worried that the pen in Tang Rou's hand would drop at any moment!

Tang Rou wrote very slowly and calmer than expected, every stroke seemed to be carrying a heavy weight.

After a stick of incense, she finally finished writing a word, and the beads of sweat on her forehead had formed crystal clear sweat, dripping down her face.

The perseverance of Tang Rou, a talented girl, has always been beyond ordinary people. One word after another, after almost half an hour, she completed the third word!

After writing the last stroke of the third character, Tang Rou couldn't hold on any longer, and after gently placing the pen on the pen holder next to her, her whole body softened as if she had collapsed. Zhou Mei quickly supported her with her eyes and hands, and she was shocked when she saw it!