I’m Really An Outsider

Snapped!

Luo Zhoujun dropped the pen, pointed at the word "Yan" and asked.

"A simple word, composed together but capable of constant change, have you learned?"

His fingers accidentally covered the word "Yan".

Immediately, the nine scorching suns in the sky dissipated, disappearing without a trace, as if they had never appeared before.

Only the hot earth and hot air are left.

If it wasn't for the real fire of Samādhi that flickered from time to time, I'm afraid everyone would think that the scene just now was an illusion.

Without the power of destroying the world, San Elder and others breathed a sigh of relief.

They discovered that they had already been sweating at some point.

They gasped, and everyone's eyes were filled with shock.

...

"Huh? What's the matter, why did that blazing sun suddenly disappear?"

"Is this an immortal appearing and killing nine scorching suns?"

"It's great, there must be an immortal who has pity on me and waited, and made a special move to help!"

Without the coercion of the nine blazing suns, the people of the entire continent were relieved.

They cheered, and were happy to be reborn.

"Is this the strength of senior? When painting the world, I still can't clearly feel it. Now that I see senior writing with my own eyes, I can truly feel this amazing power."

Three Elder's heart made waves.

He asked himself if he couldn't reach senior's Realm, but when he watched it just now, own did learn a lot.

Especially own style.

Three Elder discovered that after just observing for such a short while, his own style has actually climbed a full two times again!

You know, when he arrives at his Realm, he wants Ascension's style, and it's not an exaggeration to say it's going to the sky.

If there is no chance, I am afraid that the whole life will be stagnant.

And he never thought, how long it took him, he had already Ascensioned a whole two fights of literary spirit.

If you observe senior's writing for a long time, I am afraid that your own writing style will be very fast.

"The words written by senior are too profound and contain mystery. Forgive me for my stupidity, I'm afraid I can't write it."

Three Elder said ashamed.

Senior has already taught him by himself, but he still doesn't know how to cultivate senior.

Jun Luo Huang really didn't know what to say.

You don't know how to write such a simple word. You are actually embarrassed to say that you are an Elder from that college.

Is the word "fire" difficult? There are four strokes in total.

Just grabbing your hand and teaching you how to write one stroke at a time.

Is the character "Yan" difficult? Isn't it just three "fire" characters.

Oh my God, don’t people in the world of cultivating immortals have no genes for reading?

It was as if Lord Luo suddenly understood something, it was like the people of Blue Star, who didn't have the cultivation gene and couldn't practice.

In the same way, people in the world of cultivating immortals don't have the genes to read books. Simple words are probably even harder in their eyes.

"You... try it."

Luo Zhoujun really couldn't bear to hit him.

With that, he handed the pen to three Elder.

Three Elder took it with both hands, he was just about to try.

Sudden!

A majestic force came from the pen, and the three Elder, who was overwhelmed by mistake, almost knelt on the ground.

If it weren't for the three Elder's reaction in time, he held the pen with all his strength, I'm afraid his own hand would be broken.

"This... how could this pen be so heavy."

Three Elder felt that what he was holding was not a pen at all, but a Mount Tai.

It was too heavy, and he couldn't breathe under pressure, let alone writing.

"No! It's not that this pen is heavy, but that this pen has absorbed the power of senior, so that even the pen has become unusual and possesses the power of senior. If it weren't for senior's instruction, I'm afraid I would even connect this pen. I can't even pick it up."

Three Elder suddenly, he smiled wryly in his heart.

I can't even hold the pen, so I can't talk about writing.

"You, what's wrong with your hands, why are they shaking all the time?"

Luo Junjun was dumbfounded.

Is the old man's hand sick, or else he can't even hold the pen?

"It seems... Parkinson, right?"

"Senior, I, I can't write."

Three Elder tried several times, but still couldn't hold the pen.

Upon hearing this, Jun Luo Zhou suddenly blamed himself.

It turned out that this old man got Parkinson. No wonder he couldn't write, but he still wanted him to write. Isn't this sprinkling salt on his wounds?

"Fine, don't write if you can't write, so as not to hurt yourself."

Luo Zhoujun quickly took the pen from his hand, for fear that San Elder's Parkinson's would get worse.

3. Elder was moved by Luo Junjun and wanted to cry. It seems that senior still cares about him, because he is afraid that he will be hurt by Taoism, so he doesn't force it.

It's just that I'm here to learn, how can I stop because of this difficulty.

"Senior, I just want to live and learn in my whole life. I hope that senior will give me advice. I will be grateful."

I have to say that Luo Junjun was moved by this old man.

Even if I get Parkinson, I am still so persistent in learning, just this attitude.

Luo Zhoujun has already made up his mind to teach the three Elders.

Learning is not only about writing, but also a lot.

But later in Life, Luo Huangjun will definitely regret this decision now.

It's really because... he tried his best to teach.

"Let’s end today. It’s not too late. I’ll soak my feet in hot water for a while. I’m going to rest. I’ll teach you again tomorrow morning."

Luo Zhoujun stretched his waist and said towards Jin Yuan.

"By the way, you take him to the guest room. Find a room at random."

"Yes, senior."

Jin Yuan nodded.

Luo Zhoujun just walked two steps, stopped the pace immediately, and asked with a very serious expression on his face.

"By the way, are you rich?"

"Yes, yes, senior, what's the matter?"

Three Elder was a little confused.

As the third Elder of the School of Ink and Wash Painting, he has a rich family background, and he still has tens of millions of Spirit Stones.

"Then you will pay for the meal in a while."

Luo Zhoujun said seriously.

He saw that the three Elders were well-dressed and the manners and conversations were extraordinary, plus the third Elder was another Elder, thinking that the little old man should be quite wealthy.

In the days to come, the little old man will probably eat and live with him. He is already so poor that he can't afford it.

This is the last resort, to prepare for the tuition.

"what?"

Three Elder froze for a moment, then nodded immediately.

"Well, well, everything depends on senior."

"Hey, your uncle is still your uncle, he is rich."

Luo Huangjun sighed and walked straight to his own room.

...

"Junior sister, why are you with Hong Qingfeng Elder?"

After Jin Yuan saw that Luo Zhoujun had left, he looked at San Elder and asked curiously.

"On behalf of Sect, I participated in the literati competition and won the first place. I think the senior will be very happy after knowing it. I am lucky enough to get acquainted with the three Elders, so I came to the senior together."

Qing Yu chuckled lightly, her voice clear and sweet.

"I dare not dare, the Qingyu girl is a contemporary poetic sage.

Today, if it weren't recommended by Qingyu girl, I wouldn't be able to get the senior's instruction, and call me three Elder. It would be a bit of a disagreement. I am older and you will take advantage of it. I will be called Qingfeng Dage in the future. "

Three Elder said quickly.

"Well, we will call you Qingfeng Dage from now on. This is my junior, named Xiao Huo."

After greetings, everyone walked towards the guest room together.

"Uh, uh, uh..."

From far away, Luo Zhoujun heard Er Maozi's voice at home.

Good guy, I've been outside for a few days, now I know I'm back.

Yes, Er Maozi is very happy today.

For nothing else, it successfully survived Heavenly Tribulation, its own physical body has recovered a lot, and its memory has also recovered some.

It vaguely remembered what he used to be called Monkey King.

Therefore, it gave itself a name.

"The Monkey King, Ermaozi!"

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