I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

No wonder, some time ago, this Chu He desperately sold his miscellaneous book in Pingyang City, so he was preparing to break through the eighth-rank full reading!

And my silly younger brother, like being fooled, clashed with Chu He, and advertised Chu He's book in a disguised way!

At this moment, Liu Ruyun felt that she "guessed" the truth of the matter.

Liu Ruyun punched falsely, directly opening the distance between him and Chu He.

"Hmph, no wonder you dare to be so rampant, it turns out you are a Confucian scholar of the eighth rank!" Liu Ruyun snorted coldly.

"What, Chu He has already reached the eighth-grade full reading level?" Liu Rufeng on the side was already stupid at this time. He always thought that it was impossible for an ignorant dude like Chu He to practice literature. Reaching the realm of Ninth Grade Studying Boundary, they are already burning incense in their Chu family.

Unexpectedly, this Chu He has been hiding his clumsiness all along!

"Fortunately, when I went home this time, I collected a copybook from the teacher. Although it is only at the peak of the eighth rank, it must be no problem to deal with a dude, right?" Liu Ruyun said.

When he was looking for Wang Jianghe to ask for leave, he found some waste paper containing literary spirit in a pile of discarded drafts, so he put it away.

Although these waste papers are all drafts of Wang Jianghe, they are after all the discarded drafts of great scholars, and there is also a trace of literary spirit in them. Although there are not many, they can also deal with some weaker opponents.

"Huh? Big Brother actually still has Daru's manuscript? Haha, Chu He, you're done this time!" Liu Rufeng was extremely excited at the side. Although Daru didn't do it himself, Daru's manuscript is also powerful.

"Hmph, it's impossible, my young master will definitely not lose!" Yu Ling cleverly hid in a corner, muttering in a low voice.

"Chu He, so what if you are a well-educated Confucian scholar? Try my manuscript written by a great Confucian!" Liu Ruyun shouted loudly, and a blank piece of paper suddenly floated out of his sleeve.

However, this piece of paper looked crumpled, as if it had been crumpled and then unfolded.

This piece of paper is exactly a scrap of paper used by the great Confucian king Jiang He to practice his hand. On the paper is written a big word "blade".

Under Liu Ruyun's inner energy infusion, the white paper suddenly became bigger, turned into a three-meter-long blade, and cut straight towards Chu He!

"Master, be careful!" Yu Ling couldn't help feeling worried when she saw Chu He under the blade.

Chu He looked at the blade in the sky, and felt a sharp breath from above, as if it was a real steel blade.

It's a pity that the writing energy that forms it is too weak, and can only support a length of three meters. If the owner of this copybook personally uses it, it will have to start at least thirty meters!

"As expected of a great Confucian manuscript!" Chu He thought to himself, just a discarded draft can do this, so those works carefully written by a great Confucian can achieve the power to change the world?

Although under the knife's edge, Chu He didn't panic at all.

Just in his altar, there are several book spirits, and if you pull out any one, you can hit Liu Ruyun.

But Chu He didn't intend to let the book spirits be released to fight. Trying to keep these book spirits from showing up in the battle as much as possible also reduces the risk of exposure.

Moreover, these book spirits can also be used as one's own cards, and when they can easily defeat their opponents, they can do whatever they want.

There are also many methods in Wen Dao, but there are not many that can be used at this stage.

The literary energy in Chu He's Lingtai was mobilized, and it wandered around Chu He's body.

"The yellow sand wears the golden armor in a hundred battles!"

Chu He yelled violently, and the cultural energy on his body quickly surged and condensed, and finally formed an extremely hard golden battle armor on Chu He's body surface!

"Clang!"

Hearing the sound of gold and iron clashing, the three-meter-long blade actually left a long knife mark on the golden armor, but did not hurt Chu He wrapped in the armor at all. !

"Impossible! What's going on here?" Seeing this situation, even Liu Ruyun began to panic.

This is a draft written by my great Confucian teacher himself. How could it not hurt a well-educated Confucian scholar?

"Could it be a problem with that golden armor?" Liu Ruyun's eyes moved to the golden armor on Chu He.

He once heard from Wang Jianghe that some Confucian scholars who have reached the realm of gifted scholars can combine some poems with literary style and turn them into their own fighting power!

But this Chu He is obviously not a genius at all!

"Could it be that this Chu He had another adventure, that he got a treasure such as a copybook manuscript left by a senior Wen Dao?" Liu Ruyun murmured, after much deliberation, only this reason made sense.

Now, Liu Ruyun has no other means at all. Although he still has the hole card given by Wang Jianghe, that thing will only be activated when he is on the verge of death. If he wants to use that hole card, he can only go to his fatal Liu Ruyun wouldn't be so crazy if he stabbed everywhere.

Among my collections, only this draft has the greatest attack power. The other drafts are all copybooks describing customs and customs, and they have no lethal power at all.

"Damn it, it seems that this time I fell again!" Liu Ruyun said bitterly in her heart.

"Huh! Chu He, don't think that you can become invincible if you get some copybooks from the predecessors! This world is much bigger than you imagine!" He and two bookboys were about to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Chu He called to stop Liu Ruyun.

"What else do you want to do?" Liu Ruyun looked at Chu He.

"It's not what I want to do, but what you want to do! Bind us here to this wretched place, and leave as soon as we're done beating, you don't think there is such a beautiful thing in the world!" Chu He smiled, but this smile let Liu Ruyun and Liu Rufeng felt a little creepy.

"Chu He, you have to think about it clearly. My teacher is Jiang He, the third-rank great Confucianist king! In a word from him, you will never be able to get along in this big literary world!" Liu Ruyun said sternly. In fighting, he knew in his heart that under the same conditions, he couldn't beat Chu He at all.

"You don't have to worry about Mr. Ruyun!" Chu He pressed his knuckles and made a "click, click", which made Liu Ruyun's heart sink.

"Didn't you just want to break my leg?" Chu He walked over with a grin on his face.