As soon as Bi Jiutian was teleported away, Lan Fork Hunt pulled Li Ke with both hands, "Could it be that Brother Li's first level is deliberate? ”

Li Ke looked at the shocked look on Lan Fork Hunt's face, even though his heart was a little dark, but the surface work must be done enough. So he slowly walked to Lan Fork's side, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Young people still need to work hard." ”

Agus, who had been in a state of bewilderment, also came back to his senses and said to Li Ke: "Thank you Brother Li for your help, otherwise I will be the one who fails this level." There are no more, Brother Li will take this spirit stone. ”

After Agus finished speaking, he gave Li Ke 30,000 cyan spirit stones, and Li Ke took it without any hesitation. I shouted in my heart.

"It's embarrassing, it's supposed to help each other, it's supposed to be. As he spoke, he put the spirit stone away.

The white-haired man wanted to study the landscape painting carefully, and after saying a few words to everyone, he walked into the attic alone and closed the door.

A group of eight people followed the instructions of the white-haired man, and on the hanging wall protruding from the attic, one person took a sign as a customs clearance certificate and walked to the next pavilion.

"Brother Li, this level should be the book in Qinqi's calligraphy and painting, I don't know if I can continue to be in a group with Brother Li. Blue Fork sighed beside him.

When they stopped, a monk in a dark green robe and a hat on his head came down from the attic, carrying a simple basket behind him and a brush stained with ink in his left hand.

"You are all monks who have cleared the customs. There were eight people this time, yes, more than before. ”

"In my place, there is no group, everyone writes a pair of calligraphy, and as long as I am satisfied, I can go to the next level. ”

"It's good for you to call me a scholar, but it's just to read more people who write books, don't waste time, start with the little guy. The scholar pointed to Argus.

Agus walked to the prepared rice paper, calmed down, mixed the ink evenly, chose a thicker brush, and began to write.

Li Ke and others watched from the side, and the content on the rice paper said that the Horn Clan where Agus was located fought in all directions, and generation after generation of warriors left their blood and gave their lives for glorious deeds, and said at the end: Only distance and strength are the lifelong beliefs of our Horn Clan warriors.

The last word was written, Agus stopped, the scholar praised it, and Agus passed.

Then the blood Ji Twelve and Zi Tianying went up, and the girl's Blood Ji Twelve still walked in a domineering style, using a brush that was one thicker than Agus's, and wrote the belief of the Vampire Ji family, fighting to the end, only blood can make us free. Every word on the rice paper shows the domineering spirit of the Bleeding Ji Twelve.

Zi Tianying writes in a gentle and graceful woman's style, and writes the poems of a gentleman of the human race, not to mention the poems, Zi Tianying's handwriting is very fond of it. The two of them passed steadily.

When it was the turn of the Blue Fork Hunt, he chose a medium-sized brush, and the content of the poem is about the Yaksha clan riding the wind and waves on the sea, and the ancestors relied on their wisdom and strength to fight the wind and waves, conquer the sea beasts, and finally make a home of their own.

"The great lord of the sea protects us Yakshas, we will be unbeatable warriors in the sea, and the glory of the Yaksha will one day be sprinkled all over the rivers. After Blue Fork Hunt finished writing the last word, a trace of will faintly appeared on the rice paper, like sea water moistening the surroundings.

"Very good, you are quite talented, keep working hard, calligraphy is not only to write words, but also to write your inner thoughts and your own will, through calligraphy to express your heart. The scholar couldn't help but say a few more words.

Li Ke listened on the side, and felt that although he was better than them at the moment, Li Ke was not arrogant, and he should learn humbly where he should learn. If you don't know the place, you can ask, except for the question of the spirit stone, everything else is easy to say.

Originally, he planned to continue to let Qin Demon make a move, writing a pair of calligraphy instead of himself, but now Li Ke suddenly changed his mind again, why do you have to let others do what you can try, while you still have the opportunity, you should do it yourself, even if it is the treasure in the ruins, there is no regret.

Sometimes on the road of life, you may encounter too many setbacks and choices, sometimes the choices are still wrong, and even the wrong choices are made again and again, which creates the current self, but you should not regret the past too much, and even recall the past, it is with the bits and pieces of the past that you have created a unique self. All that can be done is to look ahead, make your choice again, and move forward.

After thinking about it for a while, it was time for Rick to appear.

"Boy, this time I'll let you see my Qin Demon's calligraphy. ”

"No, I'll do it myself. Lick mentally refused. After blocking out the sound of the Qin Demon, Li Ke walked over under the gaze of everyone.

Picking up the largest brush and soaking it in ink, Li Ke closed his eyes.

The calligraphy is written about the furrow in his chest and the wanton ocean in his heart.

Li Ke felt that he was standing on a battlefield, remembering the tempering in the painting when he first arrived at the gate of all wonders, remembering the countless martyrs on the earth, and even through the blue planet, walking through the ancient Great Wall, and along the long river of time, he saw a general, he was a golden iron horse, fighting on the battlefield.

The large brush jumped on the paper, and the three words Man Jianghong were written under the raging flame in my heart.

Angry hair rushed to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rest. Visiting, looking up to the sky and roaring, strong and intense. Li Ke doesn't care how his handwriting is, now he just wants to write out what he thinks in his heart, and write it completely, as for what words look good or not, Li Ke is fearless.

After more than 30 years of fighting on the battlefield, I have traveled an unknown distance, and the road ahead is boundless, my heart should be fearless, hungry to eat, thirsty to drink the blood of the enemy, reborn in another world, should not live up to the youth, in this era of supremacy of strength to strive upward.

As one word after another was written, the pride and ambition in Li Ke's chest also condensed in every word with the brush and through the tip of the pen.

As the last word was written, a wave of valor and fearlessness appeared around Rick. Everyone looked at Li Ke's poems, and the literal meaning alone had a powerful appeal. In the deep experience, you can feel the pride in the word, which is a spirit of not admitting defeat, although people are small, they want to see the sky.

Shuwen stood there silent for a long time. Only the heat in his eyes became more and more intense. A scholarly unique fragrance of books appeared on the scholar.

"Good words, this poem must be made by a hero who stands up to the sky, the structure is rigorous, the style is bold, the pen is heavy, the veins are sharp, and the feelings are deep and graceful, which is convincing,"

"What I like even more is that you have fused your own will and thoughts with the emotions in this poem, which is amazing at such a young age. The scholar said and looked at Li Ke with a look of admiration.

"Mr. Shuweng, this poem was indeed written by one of my predecessors, and I took it out today to make an ugly appearance. Li Ke listened to the book's sincere admiration and replied.

"It's okay, your writing is very good, and the handwriting is always a little sloppy, and it can't stop the desire in your heart, pass the test. ”

After Leeke, several more monks came over and wrote. Maybe it's because of Li Ke's light, maybe it's because Shuwen himself is generous, and all eight people in the group are qualified.

"Today is the time when I have spoken the most in my hundred years, and I can only admire you young beings when I see you. You're all qualified, let's go to the next level, that old chess man has a bad temper, so you should pay more attention. Let's go. ”

Looking at the eight people who left, Shu Weng blessed this group of young people in his heart with their own life paths. He looked at himself again, sighed, and walked into the attic.

Along the way, everyone looked at Li Ke's eyes with a little more respect, the monks who can come here can be regarded as the leaders in their own area, even if the amount of tolerance is small, they also know that they can't easily offend the strong, especially a freak in the Jindan realm who can kill the psychic realm.

Especially the Blood Ji Twelve, thinking about Li Ke's opinion on this way, at first he saw that his cultivation was weak and disdainful, but he was defeated by the one move of the person he disdained, the huge blow and the icy sea water remembered the memories of his childhood at that moment, and gave up the struggle at that moment, who knew that this Jindan Realm monk saved himself again, although he saved himself for the sake of the spirit stone, Blood Ji Twelve was still a little grateful to Li Ke in his heart.

In the back, when a Jindan realm killed the giant shark of the psychic realm, Blood Ji Twelve knew that he might not be able to forget him in his life, and the three levels of qin, calligraphy and painting in the back were twists and turns, and Blood Ji Twelve didn't know how to face Li Ke, thinking about the ancestral training of his vampire Ji clan, did he have hope?

Blood Ji Twelve, whose eyes were a little dim, suddenly felt that the person in front of him stopped, and when he raised his head, he realized that he had reached the last attic.

"Come in, come to the second floor, and play chess with me. An old voice came from upstairs, and the closed door opened without wind.

A group of eight people walked in without saying a word. Li Ke looked at the empty first floor, followed everyone up the stairs, and saw an old man sitting in the middle of the second floor, drinking tea.

There is a chessboard in front of the old man, with black and white children on display.

"Hurry up and come to someone, I haven't played chess with others for a long time, so let's play a few games with the old man." After saying this, the old man pointed to a monk and told him to pass.

"In the Lower Cattle Giant Land, I have seen my predecessors. "An orc who was five big and three thick bowed to the old man.

"Long-winded, just play chess, don't tell me your name, sit down quickly, play ten with me first, if you don't win ten of them, you will be sentenced to lose directly." The old man was grumpy and said impatiently.

The two of them sat there, you came and went, the old man held black chess, and the white flag that was killed in less than a while lost his armor. Soon, the ten were over.

Niu Judi looked depressed, ten handfuls down, and he was beaten by the old man without a little temper, and all ten were lost.

However, the old man finished ten handfuls, and was a little happy, and drank the tea that was still steaming.