There was no time to briefly reminisce about old times, but within a moment, a root of unknown length with some green leaves growing on it, like a poisonous python coming out of its hole, pierced through the rotten palace door and rushed in.
This scene was very familiar to Chen Jianchen. Once upon a time, it would appear in a boy's dream. In the dream, the elusive roots would wrap around the neck and make people scream in their dreams——
Now, it's not a dream, but there are still screams.
The scream came from Nie Xiaoqian. When the girl saw an existence that was far beyond her imagination, her sudden and fearful emotions had to find a way to vent.
When the first root appeared, in the blink of an eye, there were whistling shadows floating in front of it. I don't know how many roots were twisting their terrifying and weird bodies, searching in the air like spiritual beings, seeming to be waiting for the last one.
The perfect opportunity came, and then they swept over and had a feast: "Hahaha, there are so many people, I am going to go on a killing spree tonight!"
Like a sharp knife scratching...the sharp and harsh sound on the stone was shaken by the wind and rain and dissipated.
Under such circumstances, it is extremely unrealistic to break out from the front.
"Go behind!"
Yan Chixia was the first to call out, and Chen Jianchen and others did not hesitate at all. Wu Yan picked up the unconscious Nie Zhiyuan, and the group quickly exited the front hall and retreated to the middle hall. But when they still wanted to retreat,
I saw a circle of huge roots piercing through the earthen walls on both sides, circling from the outside, like a giant python that chooses people to eat, blocking the escape route——
They were surrounded.
In other words, there are countless such roots dancing up and down outside, surrounding the entire main hall. This is a desperate situation with no way to heaven and no way to earth.
At the first moment, Huo Jun closed the two front and rear palace doors. Although these two doors, not to mention the tree demon, could be smashed by him with a casual punch, they could instinctively give him some sense of security after closing them.
——
A sense of security that deceives oneself.
what to do?
Is there really some thousand-year-old tree demon outside? Can a tree become a demon? Can it also eat people?
The endless stream of thoughts are subverting Wu Yan's values and outlook on life all the time. All the things they have known for decades are like buildings that have been hit by an earthquake. They collapsed one by one and turned into ruins. They are in urgent need of rebuilding.
prove.
They were originally extremely courageous warriors, but when they encountered inhuman beings, their so-called courage was completely illusory. Only the bearded swordsman outside was their only life-saving straw.
swordsman?
Soon Wu Yan and others remembered the reason why Chen Jianchen said he wanted to find a peerless swordsman here during the day.
Could it be that the swordsman he is looking for is the bearded man outside?
"Mr. Chen, what on earth is going on?"
In an instant, countless questions came to mind, and I didn’t even know where to start.
Chen Jianchen seemed calm and said in a deep voice: "Now is not the time to ask these questions."
Well…
Wu Yan was speechless. It was really not the right time to ask questions, but what could they do? Charge out with weapons? They were not willing to risk everything before it was a real life-and-death battle.
"Sir, what should we do?"
Yingning's tone was slightly nervous.
Chen Jianchen frowned, stretched out his hand to stroke his fake beard, and suddenly said: "Ying Ning, I'll take care of you with pen and ink."
This sentence was said very freely and decisively, just like a great poet or writer who was full of thoughts and emotions when climbing a height to look at the scenery.
However, now is not the time to splash ink and paint.
However, Ying Ning understood Chen Jianchen's intention immediately, and immediately took off the blood sandalwood book basket, and actually laid out the four treasures of the study that the young master usually used one by one on the spot, and began to sharpen ink.
Is this master and servant crazy?
Huo Jun, who had endured it for almost a whole day, couldn't help but shouted: "Chen Jianchen, what are you going to do?" Ever since this scholar appeared, there was no trace of weirdness in his body, and his behavior was eccentric. To put it simply, he was a bit weird.
It is incomprehensible and completely different from ordinary scholars.
"Do you have any objections to my writing?"
Huo Jun was stunned and couldn't find any words to refute. There was no binding relationship between them, nor could they be familiar with each other.
Chen Jianchen did not take action immediately. Instead, he looked around and saw that the space in this central hall was not large. A Buddha statue should have been enshrined in the middle. However, the Buddha statue had been moved away long ago, leaving only a incomplete one.
The seating table was placed there alone. The surrounding walls were yellow, and the paint in many places had been scratched, exposing the green bricks inside.
"Sir, the ink is polished."
At this time, Yingning was a little excited.
Nie Xiaoqian on the side was very curious and asked: "Liu Xian, do you really want to write?"
At such a critical moment of life and death, facing an unknown so-called monster, Chen Jianchen actually said that he would write with ink. I don't know how to describe this?
Don't act in front of the formation in times of danger?
None of them seem to be accurate. Recalling what Chen Jianchen said before that he knew magic, could it be said that the magic he learned can be expressed through writing?
When it came to the rumored magic technique, Nie Xiaoqian immediately opened her eyes wide and wanted to see clearly.
There are three pens on the ground, some are large and some are small, one has rabbit hair in regular script, and the other has purple hair. Especially the largest one, the brush tip is very long, and it stretches down to form a curl as full as a fist.
It was this large pen that Chen Jianchen chose to pick up. When he lifted it up, with the large pen in his hand, he suddenly felt a sense of momentum. Chen Jianchen had held pens many times, but it was never as urgent as this time today.
The tip of the pen was filled with thick ink. He paused and suddenly looked at Yingning with some worry. Yingning nodded understandingly, indicating that it was okay.
In fact, Chen Jianchen is also a habitual reminder. Now that he has completed the "Sanli Zhenzhang", he can control it with ease, unlike Wu Xia's améng who could not use it at that time.
I have a pen in my hand and ink on my pen, so why not write?
So Chen Jianchen picked up a big pen, used the surrounding walls as paper, and wrote the first big character as vividly as he could: the word "天"!
"There is righteousness in heaven and earth..."
With the constant swiping of the pen, ink, and writing, big characters appeared on the wall. The first sentence of Mingzong in the book was "There is righteousness in heaven and earth"!
Yingning remembered it very clearly and couldn't help but clapped his hands and shouted: "It's "Song of Righteousness"."
Chen Jianchen wrote word by word and sentence by sentence without any hesitation or hesitation: "The heaven and earth have righteousness and are endowed with manifolds: below are the mountains, above are the sun and stars..."
The light in the hall was dim, and the light from the fire seal could not reach the sides, but Chen Jianchen didn't care. He had copied and written this "Song of Righteousness" countless times before, sentence by sentence,
Every stroke was so familiar that he could write it with his eyes closed, even if he was in a place where he couldn't see his fingers.
I was writing and walking at the same time, not following the rules, just doing it purely with my thoughts. Ying Ning, who was behind me, was following with an inkstone. She saw the writing on the wall was dripping with ink, and it was actually a bit ferocious with teeth and claws. Looking at it from a close distance, she felt the fright that she had not seen for a long time.
The feeling surged into her heart again, and her two breasts could not help but tremble slightly. Fortunately, she knew that the righteousness in Gongzi's writings could be freely expanded and released, and there was no trace of evil spirit or blood in her body or mind, so she would not arouse the emotions between the lines.
Righteous attack. But even so, the pressure of righteousness emanating from the many characters on the wall was still as strong as a mountain, making her dare not move even a little, and she was very nervous.
The master's moral cultivation has improved a lot...
The little fox was sincerely happy for Chen Jianchen, feeling that the young master's means of protecting himself and his life had finally begun to show their prowess. If Chen Jianchen's righteousness was like a sword before, then his righteousness now can be seen in every word he writes, every word he writes.
The strokes seem to turn into a sword.
This sword can drive away evil spirits, kill evil, and dare to kill ghosts and gods!
Chen Jianchen's investment and Ying Ning's following suit made Nie Xiaoqian and others standing in the hall look dumbfounded. They had no choice but to be dumbfounded. Firstly, they didn't understand what Chen Jianchen was doing. Secondly, they didn't even understand what he was doing.
What is the meaning of so many words written on the wall?
Wu Yan is more knowledgeable and knows that Buddhist monks have a profound magic. They can use their fingers to write gold paint on pillars or walls. The words written in this way have the effect of warding off evil spirits. The so-called "consecration" falls into this category.
However, the Buddhists wrote with their fingers, which required special gold paint and even their own blood.
But what about Chen Jianchen now?
The pen is of good quality and the ink is of good quality, thick and shiny, with clear layers. It is obviously made from Huizhou special-grade pine smoke. The market price of such an ink chain is up to five guan per ingot, and not many people can afford it.
At this point, there is no doubt that Chen Huochen is not a poor scholar.
This formation of the Four Treasures of the Study is typical of scholarly children from rich families.
But it's all about style, even if Chen Jianchen can write a flower, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with dealing with the tree demon outside.
It has absolutely nothing to do with it.
"My heart is worried for a long time, the sky is full of geese! The days of philosophers are far away, and punishments are in the past. Books are spread out on the wind eaves, and the ancient roads shine with color."
At this point, he just finished writing a song called "Song of Righteousness". He wrote on the wall purely from his mind, so the most suitable method to use is cursive script.
All the words are connected together, connecting from end to end, forming a whole. Make a circle around the four walls. If you encounter a place with doors and windows, you don't avoid it and write it directly on the doors and windows.
Today there is a young scholar, and dragons and snakes on the wall can fly!
Chen Jianchen threw the big pen in his hand on the ground, which was supposed to be a very cool move, but unexpectedly,
An overwhelming feeling of fatigue surged through God, reaching deep into his bones. His feet gave way and he sat down on the ground.
"Son..."
Ying Ning, who was behind, was forced by the righteousness in the room, so her reaction was a little slow and she didn't hold her up immediately.
Chen Jianchen shook his head and said, "I'm fine. I just need to take a rest."
Wu Yan and Huo Jun, who were watching on the other side, looked at each other with strange expressions on their faces...!