"Close your eyes and relax, communicate with the heaven and earth, close your eyes and search for the heaven and earth articles in the dark, and write books in the heaven and earth." Jun Qing took Wen Dong to bypass them and stood aside.

It happened that a scholar opened his eyes and smiled slightly at this time.

"It's done."

With his fingertips around his pen, a thick ink illusion that could be seen with his eyes formed on the tip of the pen. His eyebrows and eyes were straight, but he could not see him holding the pen dipped ink. There was no paper in front of him, but he held the pen and stroked the pen in the void. A square word "Yi" was formed, which solidified in the void for about three seconds, crushed into a piece of light and gradually disappeared.

The scholar's forehead was covered with sweat, his face darkened, and a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

"What does it mean?" Wen Donglai almost fell out, thinking that I would do it if it was difficult.

"According to legend, there is a legendary article written by the book of heaven and earth that is placed in darkness. Every word in the book has the power of creation and magical power. It is said that this article is the wisdom of heaven and earth. It will guide the world to cultivate the unity of man and nature, and guide the world to create a true world of great harmony and happiness. All scholars in the world want to write this article, but even today's Sheng Yu Jiazi can only write half of the article, and it is only tangible but lacks spirituality. Even so, he has cultivated into the realm of a holy scholar."

Wen Donglai doesn’t know who Sheng Yu Jiazi is today.

Wen Donglai was even more curious: "How can I find this article."

Jun Qing stretched out his hand and the prosperous city was shattered like a mirror, and the surroundings fell into darkness again, leaving no fingers.

She turned to face Wen Donglai, and the lines outlined on the masked face swam like a snake body, which also brought about the expression of the masked face to change strangely.

"What is important is not how to find it, but how to write it out, because this kind of behavior is like copying the public. It is done by plagiarism, not a gentleman. It is difficult to steal the country and the world, but it is even more difficult to steal the world. Do you think so?"

Wen Donglai was stunned and asked a question: "Strange the world and write the heavenly seal, does heavenly earth also have a copyright awareness?"

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"What's the difficulty?" Wen Donglai changed his question.

Jun Qing held Wen Donglai's hand, and Wen Donglai felt a cold feeling, as if her hands were carved from ice.

Then I thought, she was a deceased Confucian, and the dead Confucian's hands were of course cold.

Wen Donglai looked down and found that there was an extra brush on his hand.

"I can't write brush calligraphy." Wen Donglai was a little embarrassed. In fact, he believed that many young people of his age would not write brush calligraphy, and even forgot this craft that had been passed down for thousands of years. However, in this world of "Confucianism", it was really a bit embarrassing to not write brush calligraphy.

"Being a person is like writing, from babbling and writing crookedly; to standing tall and straight, writing squarely; writing is about cultivating oneself, showing the tip, making the tip, turning the tip, and hiding the tip. What is the difference between this and being a person? You don't know how to write a brush and not being afraid, but as long as you dare to write, you are determined to show your tip."

Wen Donglai has heard of this kind of Confucian calligraphy for the first time.

But he was sarcastic in his heart: "Some people may not be able to write their words squarely even when they are old. Are they inappropriate in their lives?"

He held the brush in his hand, but in his mind he was recalling the posture of the scholar holding the brush just now.

He had been competing with the brush in his hand for a long time, and finally had to admit that he could not even hold the brush.

His face turned red and he looked at Jun Qing pitifully.

Jun Qing shook his head secretly, walked behind him, held his right hand with his right hand, set an example, and demonstrated for him: "When there was no table at the beginning, scholars usually held the pen with two fingers and single hook method; when there was a table behind, it slowly turned into the five finger method of holding the pen; of course, there were three fingers and the method of holding the pen. I think that the best thing for you is the best, just be careful not to deviate the tip..."

Wen Donglai had to be amazed at the fact that there was so much knowledge in his small pen.

He is half-understood and half-doubted.

In the end, he chose the simplest five-finger holding method. The main reason is that his five-finger fingers are not flexible and he needs to use each finger to exert force. Fortunately, Jun Qing is not picky about his posture.

"Close your eyes." Jun Qing spoke softly in his ear, but it was still noisy and harsh in his ears.

He closed his eyes as he said, and the darkness instantly penetrated into his brain like a tide, thick as sauce.

"Don't open your eyes, imagine a drop of light appears in the darkness, you look directly at the drop of light, and then open your eyes and write the first word you think of."

Wen Donglai nodded gently like a good baby. Despite the darkness in front of him, he still imagined that a drop of fluorescence appeared in the darkness. He looked directly at the fluorescence and a cloud of paste in his mind.

When you open your eyes, there is no longer darkness in front of you, but a mist, like the chaos that has begun to open in the world.

He held a brush in his hand and unconsciously wrote in the air.

"The Legend of the Legend is combined with the power of legend." A whisper sounded in my ears.

When all the fog in front of me dissipated, Wendong saw a word "Wen" appearing in the air in front of him, spreading his teeth and claws like smoke and clouds, like a living beast, which solidified for about a second and then disappeared.

"Sure enough, the first word a person writes is mostly his own surname or name." Xiaowen's voice sounded very suddenly in his ears.

"What kind of talisman are you writing?"

Wen Donglai turned around and saw Hao Qiqi muttering to himself in his ear.

Hao Qiqi's questioning expression seemed to tell Wen Donglai: "I don't know Chinese characters."

Wherever he is, there is any tomb mansion, and wherever he is, there is any Jun Qing.

Wen Donglai smiled bitterly in his heart: "It seems that I came out of the tomb mansion, and I don't know if I will meet Jun Qing again in the future."

The enchanting dragon tail kept flashing in my mind, and the scales and wings flashed intertwined, complementing each other.

"However, this is the first time I have seen someone who can't even write the text of the Tianru Continent. Unfortunately, the stagnation time is too short, and I don't know what it is useful." Zheng Nianqing's eyes flashed, and he passed away quietly in surprise.

He also didn't know the words written by Wen Donglai.

However, he had a vague question in his mind, and he seemed to have seen the words written by Wen Donglai somewhere.

"What word are you writing?" Hao Qiqi asked curiously, saying that it was a ghost painting talisman was just a joke. Just now, he smelled a breath that made his hair open, which was enough to show that Wen Donglai had entered the celestial sense when he wrote this word.

Wen Donglai stared at the slowly dissipating words in front of him again, and the doubts in his eyes became even more serious.

"Why did I get legendary power when I write Chinese characters?"

He just habitually wrote the Chinese character "Wen", but in fact, the characters in the Tianru Continent have different tangential and spiritual differences from Chinese characters. Who would have thought that writing Chinese characters can still gain legendary power?

This is a surprising discovery.

Hao Qiqi clapped his hands and laughed: "The will of heaven is in the dark. The Confucian calligraphy art you chose is to peek at the sky in the dark. It is very random and has no rules to speak of. I don't know when you can write a line of beautiful words."

After not being able to get Wen Donglai's answer for a long time, Hao Qiqian developed his brains and found the answer, and wrote the word "wen" into his notebook very seriously, leaving it for future research.
Chapter completed!