This Sacred Palace Disciple Selection Event, dressed in a green shirt, dominated, not only accepted by the book maniac as a personal disciple, but also named him the Holy Son of the Holy Palace, with a respected status and extreme glory.

At a grand event of calligraphy competition among the young generation of mainland China, Xiao Han's scenery overshadowed the whole audience, which can be described as a standout.

After Xiao Han was canonized as the Holy Son by the book, there were also many young people who were accepted as disciples by the Six Heavenly Supreme Elders, Chu Chenyu, Shangguan Wan'er and other Holy City Sixiu, as well as some Tianjiao from other regions all joined the Holy Palace as they wished.

It's just that with Xiao Han Zhuyu in front, even if the younger generation in the back has extraordinary performance, it is difficult to attract attention.

Moreover, Guan Wan'er, the younger generation who joined the Holy Palace, also felt a little depressed, they also practiced under the Heavenly Supreme Sect, but they had to salute Xiao Han when they met, there was still a gap between people, this guy was canonized as soon as he entered the Holy Palace, and this treatment was probably unique in the history of the Holy Palace.

The ten-year Holy Palace Disciple Selection Event, held in the spotlight, ended in witnessing the rise of Tianjiao, the people of this era have begun to emerge in this event, and everyone is looking forward to the future performance of these Tianjiao.

And the most eye-catching of them is naturally Xiao Han, who was named the Holy Son, when the grand event ended and people brought the news back to their respective regions, Xiao Han became even more famous, and his reputation was unparalleled for a while.

The Holy Son, Xiao Han, has already become the focus of the entire Holy Book Continent.

During this period of time, all the hot discussions on the mainland were Xiao Han's majestic splashing of ink at the event, using spiritual power as a pen, using the avenue as ink, and heaven and earth as paper.

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Xiao Han didn't know about the heated discussions in the outside world, after being canonized as the Holy Son, he stayed in the Holy Book Palace, and he had an independent Holy Son Palace.

During this time in the Holy Palace, Xiao Han followed the calligrapher to practice calligraphy, and the calligrapher also had no reservations, teaching each other, teaching a lot of extremely precious calligraphy experience and the Heavenly Supreme Realm's experience in breaking the realm, which benefited Xiao Han a lot.

In the Holy Palace, in addition to practicing calligraphy with the bookraist every day, the bookraith will also let Xiao Han have a comprehensive understanding of the Holy Book Palace, and he named Xiao Han the Holy Son, naturally so that Xiao Han can take charge of the Holy Palace in the future.

The Holy Book Palace is huge, the palace is in pieces, and there are thousands of disciples, each performing their duties.

In the Holy Book Palace, it is natural that it not only pays attention to the practice of calligraphy, but also attaches equal importance to the cultivation of spiritual power, but the Holy Book Palace can perfectly combine calligraphy and spiritual power to cultivate.

For example, the most famous cultivation place in the Holy Book Palace, the Thousand Brush Forest.

Coming here, the first thing that catches your eye is a rod of pens, the big pen is like a rafter, erected like a forest, there is no end in sight, and in the forest of a thousand brushes, ten steps set up a pavilion, the pavilion is a piece, and there are disciples of the Holy Palace in the pavilion.

Not only is he practicing calligraphy, but he is also practicing.

The Thousand Pen Forest is extremely wonderful, the space here is shrouded by the rules of gravity, each pen is blessed by gravity, is as heavy as a thousand catties, and the deeper the Thousand Pen Forest, the more terrifying the gravity is, in the depths of the Thousand Pen Forest, the pen is written, the hand is not a pen, but a mountain.

Today, Xiao Han came to the depths of the Thousand Brush Forest, where there is also an elegant bamboo forest, where the gravitational pressure is the most terrifying, and ordinary Holy Palace disciples do not have the qualifications to come here to pick up a pen and write.

However, after all, the Holy Book Palace gathers the most outstanding young generation on the mainland, and naturally there are still people who can set foot here.

At this moment, in the bamboo pavilion, there are five young people, three men and two women, all of whom are leaders in the holy palace, a woman in blue is waving seriously, and the other four are watching from the sidelines.

The woman in blue picked up the pen and wrote carefully, but the gravity of these was extremely terrifying, so beads of sweat also appeared on her smooth forehead, and when the wind blew, a few strands of green silk in front of her forehead were raised, adding a bit of charm.

Her handwriting is very upright, of course, under the pressure of this terrifying gravity, she can't be fast, and it is not easy to write with a pen.

Writing here, lifting the pen is like lifting a mountain.

Write, this woman in blue is named Tang Shiya, she is the most talented of them, even in the Holy Palace, she is among the best, and she is a disciple of a Heavenly Supreme Elder.

Soon, Tang Shiya's writing was completed, and there were only four pieces of paper on the paper, but these four words took her a long time, and it was extremely exhausting, and she was drenched in sweat, which showed the difficulty of writing.

Good is like water.

On the rice paper, the four upright handwriting, clear and lovely, the layout is very orderly, not written randomly, holding a heavy pen, still methodically writing the four characters of the very orderly, which is already extremely rare.

"Shiya, you have made such rapid progress, you have been able to write four words in the depths of the Thousand Pen Forest, if you let the elders know, they will definitely praise you, I am afraid that few people in the Holy Palace can surpass you in this talent!" The woman on the side stepped forward, took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat beads on Tang Shiya's forehead, and said with a smile.

"I'm still far from the Holy Son." Tang Shiya shook her head, that day's apprentice selection event, she was crazy about the picture of asking the heavens, she couldn't copy it, but the holy son could indulge in the waves, the picture of the wind and thunder that day, she remembered deeply, the holy son was talented, and she was still far behind.

Hearing Tang Shiya's words, several people on the side smiled bitterly, they didn't doubt this, the bookish vision is extremely high, and he can be accepted as a personal disciple by him, and he is also named the Holy Son, that kind of demonic talent is not something they can compare, not to mention that the Holy Son waved his demeanor that day, they all saw it with their own eyes, such a demon is destined to be not the same kind of person as them.

At this time, a voice suddenly came from outside the bamboo pavilion: "Why do you have to compare with others, progress is relative to yourself, today is stronger than yesterday, tomorrow is stronger than today, this is progress, can write four words here, it is extraordinary, why should you be vain?" You are you, and if you continue to surpass yourself, you are the strongest. ”

Hearing this, Tang Shiya and the five people in the pavilion were stunned, and their eyes followed the voice, only to see a figure in a green shirt walking over slowly.

Soon, Xiao Han came to the bamboo pavilion.

"Holy Son." Seeing the visitor, Tang Shiya and the five of them immediately saluted, stood aside respectfully, and didn't dare to look directly at Xiao Han.

Xiao Han waved his hand casually, and then looked at the four characters on the rice paper.

"Good as water, good." Xiao Han chuckled.

"Shiya, did you hear it, the Holy Son said that you wrote well, why don't you seize the opportunity to ask the Holy Son for advice, this is a great opportunity, this is the Holy Son." The woman on the side smiled at Tang Shiya.

Tang Shiya's face was slightly red, a little moved, and a little hesitant.

However, before she could hesitate, the woman pushed her out.

Xiao Han looked at it, Tang Shiya's face turned even redder, but then she didn't know where the courage came from, she looked at Xiao Han with beautiful eyes, and said prettyly: "Holy Son, can you please guide me?" ”

"That's fine." Xiao Han chuckled.

Immediately, Tang Shiya picked up the pen again, and Xiao Han stood behind her and gently held her hand and began to write.

"In this thousand strokes of Lin Yun pen is also pay attention to skills, the pen has a thousand pounds of potential, you can not blindly use brute force to move the pen, the way of calligraphy, the emphasis is on writing God, so to use the intention to move the pen, the intention to control the pen in the hand, take advantage of the situation and the book." Xiao Han wrote and narrated.

"Well......" was held by Xiao Han, and Xiao Han was very close to her, she could feel the masculine aura of the man, Tang Shiya's face was flushed, her eyes were confused, and she didn't know if she had listened to Xiao Han's words, anyway, her hand moved so closely with Xiao Han's gestures.

Soon, a line of text was written, and when Tang Shiya felt confused, the four people on the side were surprised.

"Intentionally use the pen, take advantage of the situation to write." After admonishing Tang Shiya again, Xiao Han turned around and left.

At this time, Tang Shiya came back to her senses, her pretty face was still red, and she looked at the four people on the side who were staring at the rice paper on the table in surprise.

Her beautiful eyes blinked, as if she realized what had been written in the hand she was holding just now, and then she also looked down, and a line of poetry appeared in front of her:

"The Yellow River falls into the sky and goes to the East China Sea, and thousands of miles are written into the chest."