Emperor of Nine Suns

With Chu Chen's spiritual sensitivity, he didn't even notice why the old man disappeared!

An inexplicable chill suddenly rose from Chu Chen's back, which meant that he was unable to resist when the old man attacked 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 green and passed a row of tall bookshelves. As expected, they saw four small sandalwood tables lined up neatly. Pens, ink, paper and inkstones were placed on each small table, and there were several mahogany chairs around the small table.

"Six Beast Hair Brush, Xuanling Ink, Celadon Fairy Paper, Venus Snow Wave Inkstone!"

After seeing the Four Treasures of the Study on the sandalwood table, Shen Hou could no longer hide his exclamation.

The pens, inks, paper and inkstones on these small tables are only known to those who truly love and understand books to be rare and precious.

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

"It seems that the old man is really willing to spend money. He actually used such a precious and rare treasure to copy ancient rune books for us." Chu Chen smiled bitterly, "It seems that if we don't work hard, we will really be in trouble. You ruined this rare treasure!"

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

Seeing the solemn expressions on Shen Hou and Chu Chen's faces, Zhou Mei, who had always been casual and lazy, was a little surprised.

Chu Chen was okay, but his expression was a little solemn.

Shen Hou's performance was more exaggerated. He stood in front of four sandalwood tables, straightened his clothes, and wiped his hands repeatedly on his clothes. Then he clasped his hands and bowed respectfully to the Four Treasures of the Study on several tables.

"Hey, hey, hey... what are you doing? You are saluting for no reason. The nerd is so angry again." Zhou Mei couldn't help but sighed softly after seeing Shen Hou's actions.

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

Chu Chen sighed slightly, gently pulled Zhou Mei 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.

"Books are the embodiment of human civilization. They inherit and continue the glorious history of mankind. As a scholar, you should have a pious heart for books. Legend has it that when the ancient sages read and wrote, they would first burn incense, bathe, and calm down. , I will formally read the book after praying sincerely.”

"It is precisely because of their pious and awe of human civilization that those ancient 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 this desk are not as important to readers. No worse than a spiritual weapon-level divine weapon."

Zhou Mei smiled softly and waved her hand, "You scholars have so many rules. Just go ahead and let others watch."

Chu Chen immediately walked to the case, and like Shen Hou, wiped his hands on his clothes, adjusted his clothes to show his dignity, and then gave a respectful salute.

Behind him, Tang Rou also bowed respectfully.

In fact, this gift is not just for this ink, paper and inkstone, but for the brilliant wisdom of countless ancestors of mankind!

After the first one finished his deep salute, the first one started to "copy".

He walked to a sandalwood desk and thought about it for a moment. His face became solemn. He exhaled softly and grabbed the brush on the table with his right hand.

Um?

Just when Shen Hou grabbed the brush, his face was stunned for a moment, showing a look of horror. His hand couldn't hold the brush.

The next moment, he saw his whole body flashing with spiritual energy. His face instantly turned red, and the veins on his right arm popped out. It was as if he had used all his strength to slowly lift up the six-beast brush.

This doesn't look like grasping a pen, it's clearly grasping a big mountain!

It’s just a pen, but it’s so heavy! !

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

At this time, Zhou Mei's eyes, which were originally in a daze, flickered slightly.

Shen Hou's body is very strong in itself. He comes from a barbaric 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 known for his strength can't even pick up a pen!

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

Even so, after holding on for a few breaths, Shen Hou finally couldn't hold on any longer. He let go of his trembling fingers, and the brush in his hand fell softly onto the wooden table with a "pop" sound, making a dull sound. .

Like dull thunder!

This, this, this... do we still need people to live? A pen is so heavy? ? ?

Zhou Mei frowned slightly, and her previous laxity and laziness also faded a bit.

A solemn look appeared on Tang Rou's face, "Let me give it a try."

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

With the stimulation of the technique, her entire right hand instantly turned as green as jade, as if it were carved from jade. It seems that the divine tree crossing the sea spring and the spiritual spring have been pushed to the extreme state.

The jade-green hand slowly grasped the Six Beast Hair brush and lifted it up slowly. The speed of lifting the brush was a little faster than Shen Hou's, but it was still more than twice as slow as a normal person's lifting of the brush.

The talented girl Tang Rou slowly opened an ancient book on the desk with a calm expression, then picked up a brush and gently dipped it in ink on the inkstone.

When the six-color brush and the jade-black ink were gently dipped together, Chu Chen saw Tang Rou's right arm visibly trembling again.

Fine beads of sweat began to appear on the girl's smooth forehead.

After a long pause, the slender brush was fully dipped in thick ink. Tang Rou, whose breathing became increasingly rapid, raised the pen with a very elegant and slow gesture, and placed it on the smooth porcelain-like paper that had been laid out on the table. Start writing.

Shen Hou and Zhou Mei suddenly felt nervous. They were worried that the pen in Tang Rou's hand would fall out at any time!

Tang Rou wrote very slowly and more calmly than expected. Each stroke seemed to be carrying a huge weight.

After a stick of incense and finally writing a word, the sweat on her forehead had turned into crystal clear sweat and dripped down her face.

Tang Rou, a talented girl, has always had extraordinary perseverance. One word followed another, and after almost half an hour, she completed the third word!

After writing the last stroke of the third character, Tang Rou could no longer hold on. 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 quick eyes and hands. When she saw this, she was immediately shocked!