"Think hard and write down whatever comes to mind. You will definitely make no mistakes."
After Zhao Rui finished speaking, he turned around and put his right hand on the table.
Murong Chunyu was originally angry, but at this moment she saw Zhao Rui slightly flexing his thumb, leaving only four fingers in front of her eyes.
Murong Chunyu thought to himself: What does Zhao Rui mean? Could it be that he wants to tell me, so he just makes it up?
Zhao Rui is very measured in his words. Since he said that, he must have a deeper meaning.
In front of these people, it was not easy for him to express his thoughts so nakedly.
Ah! Yes, yes, that's what he must have meant.
Hehe! I understand this, I understand this!
Murong Chunyu immediately turned around, picked up the brush again, held it tightly in his hand, and quickly wrote on the white paper.
Work hard at writing, and the more you write, the more enjoyable you will be.
In less than half an hour, more than three thousand words had been written.
Every word and every word is distinct and impressive, and one can easily associate it with the authentic version of the "Tian Can Jue" scripture.
It's just that Murong Chunyu actually played a trick. Basically, she made up one sentence for every three sentences, and randomly filled in one sentence for every four sentences.
In this way, three thousand words are actually not usable at all.
The reason why Murong Chunyu dared to do this was actually because he had an alternative.
This method was probably based on what Master Kong Jing just told everyone in the eight sects. It is indeed a foolproof strategy.
Of course, Master Kongjing and others are famous for being ruthless and ruthless people who kill without blinking an eye.
After writing these more than 10,000 words, show them to them. If they find something fishy, Master Kongjing and others will definitely fall out on the spot.
Furthermore, everyone in the eight major sects wants to get the authentic copy of "Celestial Silkworm Jue".
This time, after traveling thousands of miles to mobilize troops and arrive at the Tianquan Sect's cave, all they wanted to do was obtain the "Celestial Cankran Art".
If they knew that Murong Chunyu had tricked them in front of them, they would definitely not let it go.
However, for some reason, Murong Chunyu only focused on writing quickly and didn't seem to take this section to heart at all.
In the blink of an eye, another hour passed, and only less than a thousand words were left until all the writing was finished.
Murong Chunyu slowly breathed out a sigh of relief and raised his head, feeling as if he had traveled back from a strange time and space.
Turning around, he said loudly to Master Kongjing, the Seven Sages of Chongzhen and Fu Fang: "I have already finished writing the authentic copy of the "Celestial Silkworm Jue" scripture!"
Everyone's hearts trembled, and they rushed forward quickly.
With trembling hands, Master Kongjing quickly picked up the "Celestial Silkworm Art" scripture from the stone table, which had not yet completely dried the ink.
Taking a closer look under his eyes, his brows were furrowed at first, then slowly relaxed.
Wan Yu handed over a cup of warm tea and looked at Murong Chunyu with surprise.
Murong Chunyu took the cup of warm tea, took a sip of it, smiled without saying a word, his face was full of merit and fame.
Zhao Rui's heart moved and he thought: Let's see if we can fool these guys!