Hongchenhai City is located on the west coast of Konglai Island. It is full of strange stones and sea breeze. There are many monks coming and going, many of them are holy figures from all major worlds.

Tiandu Holy City in the field of truth is also considered as a large-scale mutual market. However, because the monks cultivated in the field of truth are not too high and appear in the market as treasure items, they are not as good as Hongchenhai. .

Shu Yong is a man who does what he says. He really stands on a vacant lot in Hongchenhai City, with a long rafter written on it: "Walking in the world requires self-preservation, and a battle sticker goes down."

Next to the nun, set up a table case.

Take out the Shenhu Zihao Pen, Shenmu Baiyun Paper, Shenjing Dragon Pattern, and Kirin Black Blood Ink.

Zhang Ruochen stood next to him, looking at the same good thing that he had come out, with a questioning look, saying, "You are not able to buy these few things."

"All the family members are here!"

Shu Yong smiled and brought up the Shenhu Zimobi pen. In time, the temperament of the whole person changed greatly, like the possession of Confucian ancestors, the nib conformed to the rules of heaven and earth, and the holy light flowed between the fingers.

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

"Well."

Suddenly, the first battle poster was written.

Zhang Ruochen reached out his hands to support the paper, and found that the paper had become eight thousand pounds in weight. Looking into the air, a mighty spirit was coming to the face, which contained the trembling warfare.

"There is righteousness in the world," Zhang Ruochen said.

Five words.

Each word weighs 1,600 pounds.

Shu Yong said quite contentedly: "How does the elder brother see me?"

"The word is a good word. The power of the war stickers is also extraordinary. Once activated, they are played out, and the outrageous righteousness that erupts can pose a great threat to the immortal saint. If such war stickers can have tens of thousands Stickers, like thousands of troops in hand. "Zhang Ruochen nodded non-stop.

Shu Yong saw that the other party just praised the power of the battle post, but it was like the beauty of calligraphy, the accomplishment of words, and the charm of glyphs.

He secretly guessed that perhaps Shu Xiong's calligraphy skill was too high, far superior to him, and he ignored this, and he couldn't help feeling a little lost.

Is he the title of the first calligraphy in the world, which is just a name, but just someone else's favor?

Shu Yong said, "Where can I write tens of thousands of posts? First, the materials used for each post are very precious and of high value. Second, writing a post is also about condensing one's mental strength and integrity into the text. Not to mention tens of thousands of posts, writing dozens or hundreds of posts a day can be tiring enough. "

"Unfortunately, there are not many monks who buy pure calligraphy. Only such war stickers can buy more monks."

"Brother, do you think this post, how about pricing a **** stone? Is it too high?"

"A **** stone? The first strong person in the book world to write war stickers, sell a **** stone, too worthless!" Zhang Ruochen shook his head again and again.

Shu Yong was startled. A **** stone is still low?

A **** stone, but equivalent to one billion holy stones, can be used to purchase a first-class life planet.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the post again, shook his head, and said, "It is full of righteousness, but unfortunately it is not enough. It is reasonable to sell a **** stone. Why not, I'll write another sentence?"

After listening to Shu Yong, he was overjoyed: "It's great. I can finally see the calligraphy accomplishments of my brother."

Hearing this, Zhang Ruochen was slightly embarrassed, and some regretted saying what he had just said.

What if your identity is revealed?

With Zhang Ruochen's spiritual power, even if he hasn't practiced calligraphy, the written text must be a master.

However, after experiencing Nalan Danqing's attack on his virtuosity, Zhang Ruochen already understood that his level was far from enough in the face of a real master.

Writing in front of Shu Yong is sure to expose all flaws.

Looking at the look that Shu Yong looked forward to, Zhang Ruochen couldn't change his mouth, and had to bite the bullet and said, "I have to use another ink."

Zhang Ruochen's finger went to the space ring.

In the ring, the big holy blood of the cheekbones was separated into a few pieces, and then condensed into a fine blood block, which was taken out and put on the desk case.

"It's so murderous. What kind of ink is this?"

Shu Yong reached out to fetch, Zhang Ruochen stopped him quickly, and said, "Don't move, the evil spirit and murderous spirit of this thing are extremely strong. Be careful to pollute your mighty integrity."

After Zhang Ruochen studied the ink, he lifted up the magic fox purple pen, hovering over the white paper, and paused for a long while.

When Shu Yong wrote down that "the heavens and the earth have righteousness", the rules of the heavens and the earth were motivated. Naturally, many monks felt this and gathered together.

Dasheng recognized Shu Yong's identity and whispered to the monks around him.

There is still a lot of great saints interested in Mo Bao of Yongshu Saint. What's more, it is still a war post. Buy it back and give it to younger generations. It is also a good gift.

"Who is the Confucianist standing with Yong Shusheng?"

"It is certainly not trivial to stand with Yongshu Sheng."

"Why didn't you write?"

"Yong Shusheng is known as the first calligraphy in the world. I want to write another one on his post. How easy is it? First, I must break the existing potential on the post, and then integrate into my own potential. After writing, I still have to let The two momentums merge into one. Difficult! Difficult! "

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Of course, Shu Yong knew that it was difficult, but he believed that Shu Qianchi's cultivation was accomplishment, and he was looking forward to it, holding his breath, staring at the pen tip.

"Song of Righteousness", after "there is righteousness in the heavens and the earth," is "miscellaneously endowed with manifolds".

He pondered repeatedly in his heart, how would Shu Qianzhi write these five words? What is the font of "会"? What charm can be expressed in each stroke and stroke?

Finally, Zhang Ruochen moved his pen!

Zhang Ruochen brushed his head a little, and incorporated the Promise of Wuji into it, and instantly the whole person was in harmony with the Tao of Heaven.

All the monks on the sidelines, including Shu Yong, felt the starry sky shifted, and the outlook of the eyes changed greatly, as if standing in the starry sky, while Zhang Ruochen was standing in the center of the starry sky.

The stars revolved around him, and the stars shone on the paper.

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

Suddenly, a harsh sound of strife was heard in the starry sky, and another sword smashed through the sky.

One monk who was a lower monk was shocked by the sound of killing, fainted to the ground, and bleeding from his ears.

Write four words in a row, in one go.

All visions disappeared, all hidden in words.

Shu Yong looked at the four words on the post, stunned, long lost.

All the monks on the sidelines rushed up and watched this post carefully.

"I'm murderous."

Four **** words.

Just looking at it, it was like being pulled into the battlefield stained with blood, chilling back and shivering. However, soon there was "the righteousness in the heavens and the earth", and the breath that erupted again dispelled this murderous spirit, calming the mind and returning the soul.

"How come these four words? How come ... oh, I'm murderous ..." Shu Yong kept talking.

Although Zhang Ruochen is not a master of calligraphy, these four words are written by mobilizing the Promise of the Promise and the meaning of the origin, which fits the heaven and communicates with the origin. It is naturally not bad.

"Sell this killer sticker, sell three **** stones to me!"

Shu Yong's thoughts were gone, showing joy and staring at Zhang Ruochen.

How could anyone be disappointed if someone offered three **** stones?

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, "It will not be sold below one hundred **** stones."

The great sage of the ten thousand dead lives, thinking he was crazy!

A battle sticker can sell a **** stone, because of the reputation of Yongshusheng.

The reason why I bought three divine stones is because this war post is too special, righteousness and murderousness coexist, and it has a high value of perception.

What Zhang Ruochen thought was that if he sold the holy blood of the Great Saint in the **** world, he could sell ten **** stones. Three **** stones want to buy the first Mobao of his life. What are you thinking?

"One hundred **** stones, I buy." A clear voice sounded.

In the eyes of everyone's surprise, a figure standing in the colorful holy light came over. No one could see his face clearly, only he was wearing a robe.

Shu Yong saw the man's face clearly, with a calm look, saying to himself: "It's him."

Zhang Ruochen naturally recognized the man in the robe, but his face remained unchanged.

The man in the robe twirled the war stickers, gazed carefully, and kept nodding, saying: "Good words, really good words, Yongshusheng's words are more wonderful than a thousand years ago, I am afraid that they will enter the realm of calligraphy in the future."

"This killing word is also wonderful. It really kills people."

The man in the robe looked at Zhang Ruochen, his eyes seemed to have penetrating power, and said, "Hello, come to the Red Dust Assembly, the purpose is to kill?"

Zhang Ruochen nodded with a smile, not denying, "Yeah! I want to kill a few."

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

"Killing is, after all, the most direct way."

The man in the robe no longer said a lot, straight: "This war post is not worth a hundred **** stones, but it is not the same if you are hand-written by the two of you. I'm afraid it will be difficult to have a second one. , Who knows what price it can sell in the future? "

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

The onlookers all felt unreal, such as in a dream, and then dispersed suddenly, spreading this anecdote throughout the city of Red Dust.

"Who said it was difficult to have a second one? We will write the second one now," Shu Yong said.

Zhang Ruochen was staring in the direction of Zhen Yuan's departure. He wasn't sure if he could see the doorway in the words. He would never recognize his identity?

Zhen Yuan is an immortal genius in the Taoist vein. See you thousand years later. It doesn't surprise everyone, but it is even more extraordinary.

On this hurried side, it is difficult for Zhang Ruochen to see through the truth without mobilizing the power of the heart of truth.

Very amazing.

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

Zhang Ruochen shook his head with a smile and said, "No more writing!"

"Why?" Shu Yong was puzzled.

Zhen Yuan's words just now seem to be reminding, which made Zhang Ruochen's mind vigilant, and he didn't dare to write more easily, let alone let the word spread.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Selling characters ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ It's too slow to make money!"

"But we have made a hundred **** stones, this is not a small sum." Shu Yong said.

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

Shu Yong corrected: "I mean, not a small number."

"I have better things to sell, maybe I can sell sky-high prices." Zhang Ruochen said.

"Why didn't you say it earlier? Why didn't you say it earlier? Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Shu Yong quickly put away his pen and ink, if there is a better way to earn divine stones, who would sell calligraphy?

Calligraphy can't be tarnished by such common things as **** stone!

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