The well-known Shenghua pen can't take half a cent in Su Wen's hands, more like a detained little lady, where is there still the glory of the past, I don't know if that Xishu poet immortal will come over with the Qinglian Sword Song after knowing about it.

Su Wen didn't understand the mystery of this rooftop, but felt that the architectural specifications could indeed be called majestic, but it was definitely not a fairy pavilion, in the past, I heard more about Ling Tiangong from the book, the clouds and mist were ethereal, and it was like a high and natural shape across the world, far more charming than the high-rise buildings hiding in the downtown and standing alone at the moment.

The raw flower pen groaned like a hidden sharp sword, and the inhumane mysterious formation in the crystal clear pen barrel galloped around, eager to immediately tear through the rotten man's clothes and go straight to the high platform. The smile on Su Wen's face became more and more obvious, and he took out the pen unhurriedly, but for a moment there seemed to be signs of wanting to take it off, and he hurriedly clenched his hands, as if the birds and finches that were about to fly high were tied in his hands, one relaxed and one relaxed, so uncomfortable.

When the poet immortal jumped downstairs, this entered the realm of immortals, a hand of pen and ink literature left on the high platform, the flower pen sensed the breath of the owner, no matter how to fiddle with Su Wen's hands on weekdays, it was like a dead thing, and finally couldn't bear to reveal spirituality.

"I'll discuss with you, and the day after tomorrow, you will help me on stage, and all the breath on it will belong to you, how about it. ”

Su Wenchong was seducing the pen in his hand, Chen Maochuan, who knew the inside story, was not surprised, since ancient times, how many peerless soldiers have understood human nature and understood human language, not to mention this Chinese calligrapher who has tasted ink in the hands of poets and immortals, and has few in the world, but in the eyes of those vulgar men behind him, it is nothing more than a rather fancy pen, probably not to write obsessively to talk to dead things!

The same arrogant Shenghua pen as its owner is not aware of Su Wen's ability, but these days it has really been painful, scratching the itch and knocking on the back, soaking in the inferior ink is half an hour, but the pen can not choose the person who holds the pen, if it can be turned into the green lotus sword, it is really necessary to stab this immoral person into a hundred or ten holes.

However, these days, I finally heard a heart-warming word, which stopped trembling, Su Wen was overjoyed in his heart, if he said that he was bitter to the other party, how could he not exhaust himself, obviously there was a golden mountain in front of him, but he was not allowed to enter, this kind of inner itching was a hundred times more uncomfortable than a cat scratch.

"If you agree, I will write, and if not, I will go back and put the smelly shoes that you have thrown into the seven precious for three or five days." ”

After that, he took out a bamboo tube from his arms, opened the plug, and the inferior ink could not be lower, the ink fragrance was completely gone, only the disgusting ink smell remained, Su Wen raised his hand to put it in, and was so shocked that the raw flower pen moved slightly, only to see that there was a subdued frustration in the empty rod, and the air flow that could be followed by the naked eye was surging in the millimeter, and the ink color appeared out of thin air on the white hair that was not stained with the same color.

"Sure enough, it's a baby, it really saves grinding money, so I think about how Shixian doesn't always have to bring ink inkstones everywhere he goes, how chic. Su Wen pondered a sentence very tastelessly, holding the pen holder, probably because of writing less and painting more, the appearance of holding the pen is not as upright and powerful, but like a weak willow in the wind, turning his wrist with the wind.

Chen Maochuan has seen a lot of poetic words, even the real handiwork has been fortunate to look at it, but it is the first time I saw the scene of the dragon and snake walking in the biochemical pen, and I didn't feel able to hold my breath, only to see the pen in the air, as if the world is no longer qualified to write Bai Xuan except this firmament.

Su Wen held his breath, his wrist turned, his posture was surprisingly lame, his words were not good and not modest, but under the background of the raw flower pen, there were many masters in the background, the tip of the pen was focused, white sank for no reason, and pressed a touch of bright ink in the void, and then the arm moved horizontally, the gesture moved, the plain bend and hook, one stroke at a time, used all the spirit of Su Wen, and only after re-lifting the pen did he find that he was sweating and back.

"It's so tired to write a word, this body is really bad and makes people angry. ”

Su Wen said self-deprecatingly, looking at the word "one" floating in the air and slowly fading away, some of the meaning is still unfinished, and the form and artistic conception can be boarded, but half of the credit belongs to himself, and the remaining nine and a half points are completely dependent on the wonder of the flower pen, but this writing is too hurtful, I can feel the moment I put the pen down, the full essence in the sea of knowledge is emptied by a brain, and the eyelids can't stop falling at this moment.

"Alas, some distress!"

Looking at the other party's pretended depressed expression, Chen Maochuan patted him on the shoulder and sneered: " Don't be satisfied, you kid don't be satisfied, you can write a word with a flower pen is how many people can't ask for it, only your illiterate ruthlessness can come up with such a vicious way, saying that the poetry fairy poetry is unparalleled There are some fallacies, the Southern Dynasty that Du Junzi is known to be comparable to it, but when it comes to the head is still poetry, the grasp of the fairy word is admired by the five bodies to the ground, the indispensable fairy wind bones, where does the dream pen come from, you are not even mortal, and you can write a word in your heart has snickered. ”

"Hehe, you've seen it. Su asked that kind of guy who is not satisfied, he can't eat a fat man, this point he has been in bed for fifteen years has been remembered, the blessing is not in the size, there is to know gratitude, it is a blessing to be able to get out of the wooden house, it is a blessing to meet Chen Maochuan, at this moment can afford to hold a flower pen, and it is already a great blessing to be able to write a word, if you don't know gratitude, I'm afraid even the sky is jealous.

"You guy has a very hard life, a bumpy fate, saying that he is a person who was abandoned by God, but it always makes people feel unhappy in their hearts, how can there be a guy like you who has a good life, eat and drink without worry, and there is a little servant with infinite strength, who can climb the rooftop, can afford to hold a flower pen, and then enter the school, it is a great luck, if it was to comfort you before I felt that I was expected to view the heavens, but now I really think that even you can't go to ask the sky, that's bullshit. Chen Maochuan laughed, don't look at it, just wrote a word with a raw flower pen, the difference between heaven and earth is heaven and earth, some things you hold in your hands may not be yours, and some things are destined to shine for you, otherwise why is the Shenghua pen, which has been silent in the One Qi Sect for five years, only in Su Wen's hands for just a few days, has been trained to look like this, there is always something in the world.

"Going back?"

Su Wen nodded and said, "Otherwise, this creation is not small." "I'm already very content.

Chen Maochuan laughed lightly, looked up at the contourless observation platform, what was hidden on it, waved his hand and the group turned back.

"Stay. ”

I don't know when a disciple dressed in white approached, whether he saw the handwriting that had disappeared at this moment, but those sharp eyes stopped on Su Wen.

The person who came was not good, because of the three words of Caiqi Dao embroidered on his robe, Chen Maochuan frowned and darkened his face, and he heard the other party say when he had a seizure: "In Xia Mengliang, I didn't come to fight, but I just noticed a trace of fluctuation when I was sitting under the observation roof, and I came here following the source." ”

Meng Liang bowed down very reasonably, Su Wen glanced at it, and confirmed that his memory was not bad, there was no other party among the Qi Collecting Dao disciples who came that day, but he still didn't dare to take off all his defenses.

"You should have heard of it in Xia Su asked. ”

Such a temptation can be said to be obvious, but it is the most direct word, but Meng Liang frowned slightly, his expression seemed to be a little surprised, and he said: "I'm sorry, I have been enlightened under the Guantiantai all the year round, and I don't know much about the things in the sect, and I don't know that Brother Su is a disciple of that hall. ”

Perennial enlightenment under the Guantiantai, this is not the treatment that ordinary disciples can enjoy, Guantiantai is the largest creation of the One Qi Sect, it is naturally the best to go up, but after all, there is only one person in five years, so retreating and enlightenment is definitely not a fortunate thing, Chen Maochuan carefully looked at the elegant young man in front of him, the figure is not burly but powerful, the face is white, the facial features are delicate, there is less of those vulgar arrogance, and there is a lot of sassiness after enlightenment in his calm eyes.

"Diffuse airway. Su Wentian said shamelessly.

"It turned out to be a disciple of Uncle Li, I was fortunate enough to watch a Qi Dispersion Ceremony back then, only because of my reckless qualifications, I entered the Qi Harvesting Dao cultivation, Senior Brother Su is really a person of great creation, and it is really enviable to be able to make ripples with the Guantiantai. Meng Liang's undisguised admiration did not make people feel hypocritical, probably thanks to the tranquil nature he showed at all times.

Su Wen smiled kindly, there were few disciples in the One Qi Sect who would show respect for the Qi Scattering Dao, "Senior Brother Meng just said that how about the Guantiantai? ”

"I sat under the stage for a few years and finally gained something, only then did I sense that there was an intentional scene floating on the rooftop, so I took the liberty to come, saw the ink left in the air, and guessed, don't be surprised, Senior Brother Su is writing. ”

"It doesn't matter, it's really itchy for a while, it's just a small skill of carving insects. Su asked with a word.

Meng Liang didn't continue to delve into what kind of insect carving skills can be used to write in the void, but asked apologetically: "It's very unreasonable to ask, what was Senior Brother Su thinking when he was writing, Senior Brother, I have some ideas for five years of enlightenment under the Guantian Platform, and it is rare to see a vision, and I want to confirm one or two with Senior Brother Su." ”

Su Wen frowned, it can't be said that it was because of the raw flower pen that attracted the ink treasure left on it by Lord Shixian back then, but to say what Fang Cai thought in his heart, it was really a little thoughtful, "I didn't think about anything, I like to write, but the words are very poor, even if I have read a lot of calligraphy, it is not my words after all, and it will only be annoying to think about it, so I didn't think about writing well, just write according to my heart." ”

"Is that so?" Meng Liang's calm expression finally fluctuated, and he said happily: "Don't deliberately imitate, forget if you don't write well, you won't be disturbed if you don't do anything, it sounds like a scoundrel, but it seems to make some sense, I always think about how to spy on the true understanding upstairs, in fact, those are not mine, the more I think about it, the more chaotic it becomes, in the end, I will fight with Senior Sister Shangguan for the qualification to take the stage, and the day after tomorrow I will compete with Senior Sister Shangguan for the qualification to take the stage, and I will erase the handwriting on it, and I will write it by myself." ”

Chen Maochuan's cheeks twitched when he listened, and he couldn't imagine that a casual remark would attract another opponent, if this can also be heard, it can be seen that most of this senior brother is enlightened and stupid, especially the last sentence, I'm afraid that a slightly more normal person would not dare to boast like this, but Su Wenben is also an abnormal madman, at least in his opinion, even an idiot can't say this.

"Senior Brother Meng, I am the person who will take the stage the day after tomorrow, and you should find me if you want to fight. ”