I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

Hua Feihe's face turned pale, and he staggered back.

The white dragon, whom he had never paid attention to from the moment he got on the boat, actually aroused the vision of Wen Dao.

Hua Yunfei, who has studied literature for more than ten years, has never caused it once, and he has never even seen anyone else cause it!

Fan Qian's face flushed even more with embarrassment, and there was a phenomenon of literaryism manifested, and his so-called plagiarism was self-defeating.

This is simply a slap in the face. Just when he said that this guy is plagiarism, he manifested the vision of Wen Dao.

But he was even more upset in his heart. This guy is original, so why didn't he refute himself.

It's abominable that I lost such a big person.

Thinking of this, he became even more annoyed.

With a cold snort, he spat and said, "It's just luck, and it's not embarrassing to go around Zhang Yang!"

"Snapped!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a slap the size of a cattail fan landed on his face.

With a crisp sound, he was slapped around several times, and the corners of his mouth began to bleed.

"What, I have long disliked you!"

Fan Yi's tower-like body stood in front of Fan Qian, his eyes were full of contempt.

"You are lucky and capable, and you can also induce the phenomenon of literary dao. Mr. Bailong has never made a fuss, but you, showing off your literary talent all the way, made a lot of noise!"

"You group of people really disgraced Confucian scholars!"

Fan Qian was so stunned by his words that he was speechless.

There was really no way to catch him, so Fan Qian could only say angrily: "How can you beat someone, we are students and Confucian scholars, it is against the law for you to beat me!"

"Snapped!"

Fan Yi slapped him again and said with a grin.

"As long as you are still a Confucian student, who can prove that you are a Confucian student? Do you have Confucianism and Taoism? Or is your master a great Confucian?"

"You're a dog-like thing, dare to force me to kill you and throw it down to feed the fish!"

As soon as these words came out, Fan Qian was honest, so he could only back away cautiously while covering his face, which was swollen like a pig's head.

It's just that he wished to tear Chu He into pieces, if it wasn't for Chu He's random poetry, how could he be beaten like this.

If there is a chance, this kid must look good!

Of course, although he was upset in his heart, he absolutely did not dare to speak out.

Even Hua Feihe was defeated, and these Shangyangcheng students were embarrassed to stay here any longer.

Turn around and leave here in despair.

But on the deck, everyone was scrambling to get Chu He's calligraphy.

Even if the calligraphy treasure that caused the vision of Wen Dao is not comparable to the treasure of Wen Dao, it is extremely precious and can definitely be passed down as a family heirloom.

They started bidding one after another.

"I'll offer five thousand taels, begging Mr. Bailong for this calligraphy!"

Some merchants immediately shouted out the price, which was five thousand taels directly, and the people who heard it had a toothache.

"Only five thousand taels and you want to buy a calligraphy that causes the phenomenon of writing? I'll give you ten thousand taels!"

Immediately someone increased the price, directly raising the price to 10,000 taels!

Chu He was slightly sober, and he was surprised when he heard the price.

Good guy, just writing a few words can be worth tens of thousands of dollars. This thing can make money much faster than writing books.

No wonder those great Confucian scholars are obsessed with poetry, and a calligraphy is enough to make a living. Who would write long miscellaneous books.

Just as he was so dazed, the price had climbed to an astonishing 30,000 taels.

This is already a word of gold!

"Everyone be quiet, Mr. Bai hasn't said whether to sell it yet, what's the use of us bidding."

Fan Yi raised his hand and pressed it down, because it seemed that he and Chu He had a good relationship. So the rest of the people also gave him face, and the shouting stopped temporarily.

Everyone was staring at Chu He eagerly, their eyes full of longing.

"It can be sold, and the highest price gets it. Just in exchange for some wine money." Chu He let out a breath of alcohol and smiled.

This ink treasure is useless to him, he might as well sell it for some wine money, and use it to make a name for himself.

Everyone continued to bid immediately, and finally it fell into the hands of a merchant at a high price of 50,000 taels.

The merchant carefully rolled up the calligraphy and put it in his bag, and the fifty thousand taels of silver bill was settled on the spot.

Chu He grabbed the silver medal and put it in his arms casually, not lightly, which made everyone speechless.

As expected of a character like a banished immortal, this pattern is just different.

Mo Bao was photographed away, and the rest felt very sorry.

The treasure of calligraphy that caused the vision of Wen Dao is rare in a century, so I just missed it.

Suddenly, a person asked: "Young Master Bailong, do you sell the writing brush you just wrote?"

This question immediately caught the attention of the others.

good idea! The brush has also been infused with the aroma of the Wen Dao vision book, although it is not as good as calligraphy, it is still a treasure.

They immediately showed longing looks, even ten thousand taels of silver would be photographed.

Chu He was shocked by the thoughts of these people, good guy, even rushing to buy a pen.

Are people in this world advocating Confucianism and Taoism to such an extent?

But he didn't intend to sell this money, so he turned his head and looked at Fan Yi who had been guarding him.

"I won't sell this money, I plan to give it away." Chu He laughed.

give away? Everyone showed a puzzled expression.

Chu He's eyes fell on Fan Yi, and he said with a smile: "Brother Fan, it was fate when we met, so this is for you. The gift is frivolous, so don't hold it against you."

As he said that, he handed over the brush, and just after being infused with the aroma of books from the vision of Wen Dao, the whole brush was shimmering.

Fan Yi looked at the writing brush surrounded by stars with a face of disbelief, and swallowed: "Mr. Bai, are you going to give it to me?"

This brush has been infused with the aroma of books, and it is no longer an ordinary brush. Even if it is 10,000 taels of silver, people will buy it.

Chu He nodded: "That's right, don't tell me you think this gift from me is frivolous?"

"Where is there!" Fan Yi immediately took over the brush and carefully put it into his arms, "I really didn't expect you to give me such a good gift."

Everyone solved it by looking at Fan Yi with envy. They knew that they had also made friends with Mr. Bailong.

Maybe the writing brush fell into his hands, it was free, it was a free gift!

Chu He stretched and yawned: "It's time to sleep, see you tomorrow!"

He staggered into the cabin, lifted the wine gourd from time to time and took a swig, and the smell of wine was all over the way.

"Young Master Bailong is really a character like an exiled immortal!"

"Yeah, if the rest of the people could arouse the vision of Wen Dao, they would have floated to the sky long ago, but Mr. Bailong didn't care at all. Maybe it's not the first time he has aroused the vision of Wen Dao."

"..."

There was a lot of discussion, and everyone was amazed.

Don't think about it, as long as these people disembark in Linjiang County, what happened today will be publicized, and the name of Mr. Bailong will resound throughout Linjiang County.

Fan Yi looked at the starry brush in his hand, his eyes flickered.

He wants to be a follower of Chu He. Since ancient times, many warriors have followed the powerful Confucianism cultivator, and followed him to become famous.

It's just that he still has things to do, so he can't get away for the time being.

"Master Bailong, after Fan Yi takes revenge, he will definitely become your most loyal follower!"