God Emperor

Hongchenhai City is located on the west coast of Konglai Island. There are many strange rocks, the sea breeze is gentle, and there are many monks coming and going. Many of them are great saint-level figures and come from all the major worlds.

The Tiandu Holy Market in the Realm of Truth is also considered a first-class large-scale mutual market. However, because the monks who practice in the Realm of Truth are not too high, the grade of the treasures that appear on the market is not as good as that of the Red Dust Sea Market. .

Shu Yong was a man who kept his word. He actually erected a long flag in an open space in Hongchenhai City, with dragons and phoenixes dancing on it: "You need to protect yourself when traveling in the world, and you need to fight against the world."

Next to the long banner, a table was set up.

Take out the Divine Fox Purple Hair Pen, Divine Wood White Cloud Paper, Divine Crystal Dragon Pattern Inkstone, and Kirin Black Blood Ink.

Zhang Ruochen stood nearby, looking at the good things he took out, and said with questioning eyes: "None of the things you have can be bought with the Holy Stone."

"All the money is here!"

Shu Yong smiled and raised the Divine Fox Purple Hair Brush. In an instant, his whole temperament changed drastically, as if he was possessed by Confucian Ancestor. The tip of the brush was in line with the rules of heaven and earth, and the holy light flowed between his fingers.

The moment the pen tip touched the paper, all the rules around him came together.

"Swish."

In an instant, the first battle post was completed.

Zhang Ruochen stretched out his hands to hold up the paper and found that the paper had actually weighed eight thousand kilograms. When he looked around, he saw an aura of great righteousness coming towards his face, containing a strong fighting spirit.

"There is righteousness in the world." Zhang Ruochen thought.

Five words.

Each word weighs 1,600 kilograms.

Shu Yong said quite proudly: "Brother Shu, what do you think of my words?"

"The word is a good word. The power of the war sticker is also extraordinary. Once activated and fired, the burst of awe-inspiring righteousness can pose a considerable threat to the great sage of the immortal realm. If there are tens of thousands of such a war sticker, It's like having thousands of troops in hand." Zhang Ruochen kept nodding.

Shu Yong saw that the other party was just praising the power of Zhan Tie, but it was as if he could not see the beauty of calligraphy, the attainment of words, and the charm contained in the glyphs.

He secretly guessed that maybe Brother Shu's calligraphy skills were too high, far better than his own, so he ignored this, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Could it be that his title as the best calligrapher in the world is just a name for himself and is just a compliment from others?

Shu Yong said: "Where can I write tens of thousands of posts? First of all, the materials used in each post are very precious and valuable. Secondly, when writing a post, you must also condense your spiritual power and awe-inspiring righteousness into the words. Not to mention tens of thousands of posts, writing dozens or hundreds of posts a day is exhausting. ”

"It's a pity that few monks buy pure calligraphy. Only this kind of war stickers are bought by many monks."

"Brother Shu, what do you think of this post, pricing a sacred stone? Is it too high?"

"A sacred stone? You, the most powerful person in the book world, are selling war posts for just one sacred stone. It's such a loss of value!" Zhang Ruochen shook his head repeatedly.

Shu Yong was shocked, one sacred stone was still low?

One sacred stone is equivalent to a billion holy stones, which can be used to purchase a first-level life planet.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the war post again, shook his head, and said: "You are full of righteousness, but unfortunately you don't have enough fighting spirit. It is reasonable to sell a sacred stone. How about I write another sentence on it?"

After hearing this, Shu Yong was overjoyed: "Great, I can finally see Brother Shu's calligraphy skills."

Hearing his words, Zhang Ruochen felt a little embarrassed and regretted what he just said.

What if your identity is exposed?

With Zhang Ruochen's mental strength, even if he didn't practice calligraphy diligently, the words he wrote would definitely be at the master level.

However, after experiencing Nalan Danqing's blow to his Qin Dao attainments, Zhang Ruochen already understood that his level was far from enough in front of a real master.

Writing in front of Shu Yong will definitely expose all the flaws.

Looking at Shu Yong's expectant eyes, Zhang Ruochen couldn't change his mind, so he had to bite the bullet and said, "I have to use another kind of ink."

Zhang Ruochen's fingers reached for the space ring.

In the ring, separate part of the great sage's blood from the tarsal bones, condense it into an essence and blood ink block, take it out and put it on the table.

"Such a strong murderous aura, what kind of ink is this?"

Shu Yong stretched out his hand to take it, but Zhang Ruochen quickly stopped him and said: "Don't move, this thing is extremely evil and murderous. Be careful that it will taint your great righteousness."

After Zhang Ruochen studied the ink, he lifted the Shenhu Zihao pen and hung it above the white paper, pausing for a long time.

When Shu Yong just wrote "There is righteousness in heaven and earth", it triggered the rules of heaven and earth. Naturally, many monks sensed it and gathered here.

A great sage recognized Shu Yong's identity and whispered to the monks around him.

Many great sages are still interested in the calligraphy treasures of Yong Shusheng. What's more, it's a war sticker. It would be a good gift to buy it back and give it to the next generation.

"Who is the Confucian monk standing with Yong Shusheng?"

"To be able to stand with the mediocre sage, you must not be ordinary."

"Why haven't you started writing yet?"

"Yong Shusheng is known as the best calligrapher in the world. How easy is it to write another sentence on his battle post? First, you have to break the existing momentum of the battle post, and then integrate your own momentum. After writing, you have to let it go. It’s difficult to merge the two trends into one!”

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Of course Shu Yong also knew that this was difficult, but he believed in Shu Qianchi's accomplishments and was looking forward to it. He held his breath and stared at the tip of the pen.

"Song of Righteousness", after "the heaven and the earth have righteousness", is "the mixed manifold".

He pondered over and over in his mind, how would Shu Qianchi write these five words? What font will it be? How much charm can each stroke and every stroke express?

Finally, Zhang Ruochen started writing!

Zhang Ruochen's brush strokes were a little sharper and he incorporated the infinite holy meaning into it. In an instant, his whole body was in harmony with the way of heaven. The rules of heaven and earth and the holy energy of heaven and earth rushed towards the tip of his pen crazily.

All the monks who were watching, including Shu Yong, felt that the stars were shifting, and the scene in front of them changed drastically, as if they were standing in the starry sky, and Zhang Ruochen was standing in the center of the starry sky.

The stars revolved around him, and their light fell on the paper.

The next moment, Zhang Ruochen mobilized the original secret, turned his wrist, and dragged it out.

Suddenly, harsh sounds of fighting resounded in the starry sky, and the sound of swords pierced the sky, and the light of swords cut through the moon.

There were monks with lower cultivation levels whose souls were frightened by the sound of being killed. They fainted and fell to the ground with blood streaming from their ears.

Write four words in a row, in one go.

All visions disappear and are hidden in words.

Shu Yong looked at the four words on the post, dumbfounded, and lost his mind for a long time.

The monks who were watching all rushed forward and looked at the battle post carefully.

"I have murderous intent."

Four bloody words.

Just one look at it, it felt like being pulled into a blood-red battlefield, which sent chills down the spine and trembled in the holy soul. However, soon the aura erupting from the "heaven and earth are righteous" next to them dispersed the murderous aura, making people's minds peaceful and their souls returning to their proper place.

"How could it be these four words? How could it be...Tsk, tsk, I have murderous intent..." Shu Yong kept chanting.

Although Zhang Ruochen is not a master of calligraphy, these four characters are written by mobilizing the infinite sacred meaning and the original meaning. They are in line with the way of heaven and communicate with the origin. Naturally, they are not bad.

"Sell me this murderous aura sticker and three sacred stones!" A great sage who was in a state of eternal death took the initiative to make an offer.

Shu Yong's distracting thoughts disappeared, he showed a happy face and stared at Zhang Ruochen.

Someone actually offered me three sacred stones, how could I not be happy?

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said: "I won't sell less than a hundred sacred stones."

The great sage in the realm of eternal death was stunned and thought he was crazy!

A battle sticker can sell a sacred stone because of Yong Shusheng's reputation.

The reason why I spent three sacred stones to buy it is because this battle sticker is so special, with both righteousness and murderous intent coexisting, and it has high insight value.

What Zhang Ruochen thought was that if he sold the holy blood of the great sage in the hell world, he could sell ten sacred stones. He wants to buy his first calligraphy treasure for three divine stones. What are he thinking?

"I'll buy one hundred sacred stones." A clear voice sounded.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, a figure standing in the colorful holy light walked over. No one could see his face clearly, they could only see that he was wearing a Taoist robe.

Shu Yong saw the man's face clearly, his expression became condensed, and he said to himself: "It's him."

Zhang Ruochen naturally recognized the man in Taoist robes who walked up, but his expression did not change.

The man in the Taoist robe twisted up the war sticker, looked at it carefully, nodded repeatedly, and said: "Good calligraphy, really good calligraphy. The calligraphy of the calligraphy saint is more magical than a thousand years ago. I am afraid that I will use calligraphy to enter the divine realm in the future."

"This word "kill" is also very wonderful. It can really kill people."

The man in Taoist robes looked at Zhang Ruochen, his eyes seemed to be penetrating, and said: "Your Excellency, the purpose of coming to the Red Dust Conference is to kill people?"

Zhang Ruochen smiled and nodded, without denying it, and said, "Yes! I want to kill a few."

"Killing is not good after all. Maybe there are other ways to solve it."

"Killing is the most direct way after all."

The man in Taoist robes said without further words, "This battle sticker is not worth a hundred sacred stones, but it will be different if you two jointly write it. I'm afraid it will be difficult to have a second one. Such a perfect sticker , who knows what price it can be sold for in the future?”

He rolled up the war stickers, put down a hundred sacred stones, and left freely.

The onlookers all felt that it was unreal, as if they were in a dream, and then suddenly dispersed, spreading this strange news throughout the world of mortals.

"Who said it's hard to have a second one? Let's write the second one now." Shu Yong said.

Zhang Ruochen stared at the direction Zhenyuan left, not sure if he saw any knowledge in the words. He couldn't recognize his identity, right?

Zhenyuan is an extraordinary genius of the Taoist lineage. When we meet again after a thousand years, he does not disappear from everyone, but becomes even more extraordinary. He has a feeling of "a dragon hidden in the sea and a flying dragon in the sky".

In this hurry, it was difficult for Zhang Ruochen to see through him without mobilizing the power of his heart of truth.

Very impressive.

"Brother Shu, do you write first or should I write first?" Shu Yong asked.

Zhang Ruochen smiled and shook his head and said, "I won't write it anymore!"

"Why?" Shu Yong was puzzled.

Zhenyuan's words just now seemed to be a reminder, which made Zhang Ruochen wary. He didn't dare to write again easily, let alone let the words spread.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Selling words makes money too slowly!"

"But, we have already earned a hundred divine stones, which is not a small amount of money." Shu Yong said.

Zhang Ruochen said: "It is indeed a small number."

Shu Yong corrected: "What I said is, it's not a small amount."

"I have something better to sell, maybe it can be sold for a sky-high price." Zhang Ruochen said.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Shu Yong quickly put away his pen, ink, paper and inkstone. If there was a better way to earn sacred stones, who would be willing to sell calligraphy?

Calligraphy cannot be tarnished by such vulgar things as sacred stones!

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