The lake is sometimes turbulent, sometimes calm, and all kinds of amazing visions can be seen everywhere from the lake.

In a pavilion on Modao, several young scholars looked at Feng Qingyan, who was writing quietly by the lake, and some amazement appeared on their faces from time to time.

I saw that under the willow tree by the lake, Feng Qingyan stood with a pen and wrote in the void.

One by one, the ink characters came to life under the pen, and then turned into life-like cuttlefish, quietly falling into the lake to swim.

"It's only been a few days, and the canonization is about to break through?"

A middle-aged scholar sighed.

"It's only been six days, isn't it? The comprehension of canonization is indeed unmatched by few people in the world, and the talent is unparalleled in the world. ”

An old man Shujun exclaimed, how many days has it been since he came to Mohu for canonization?

On the first day, he stood still by the lake, and on the second day, he began to practice calligraphy, and on the third day, the ink characters under the pen gave birth to a faint breath of life.

Today is the sixth day, and the ink character turns into a cuttlefish and swims freely in the ink lake.

It's only a few dozen breaths, but it's amazing enough.

"I heard that when he was canonized and entered my book world, he was only a nine-rank scholar, and it only took eight months to break through all the way to the four-grade book, and his entry was really unparalleled. ”

A young scholar-like gentleman couldn't help but say.

"Not eight months. ”

The old man shook his head and said, "It's a month." ”

"A month?"

Several other scholars were stunned.

"Although it has indeed been eight months since the canonization came to my book world, the last seven months have basically been in the secret realm of the Extreme Dao Killing Monument. The first time we saw canonization was in July, when it was already a four-quality book. ”

The old man wrote the king's way.

"Before July, the canonization was indeed a book. ”

Youshujun nodded.

"In just one month, he went from a nine-grade scholar to a four-grade scholar?"

"When is canonization not amazing and not shocking?"

The middle-aged scholar smiled and said with some helplessness, "The most important thing is that before the canonization came to my book world, he had already obtained the position of Qinjun in Qincheng. ”

"I've heard of this, too. ”

The old man Shujun nodded, and said: "I heard that when I was consecrated and obtained the position of Qin Jun, the huge East China Sea was as quiet as a mirror, and there was no wave. ”

"That's an exaggeration. ”

There are books to say.

It is indeed an exaggeration, but it also shows that the vision of the canonization of the throne of the king of the qin is shocking and beyond the reach of others. ”

The old man wrote the king's way.

"Hey, the ink written in the canonization has already supported a hundred breaths. At this time, a scholar was surprised, looking at the cuttlefish in front of the canonization and exclaiming, "A hundred breaths have not dispersed, and it is only a matter of time before the canonization certificate is granted the position of the scholar monarch." ”

"Breathing so soon?"

"Wasn't it about fifty breaths just now?"

All the scholars were a little shocked when they heard this, and they didn't expect that while they were talking, the canonized ink characters had improved again.

The longer the cuttlefish is supported, the stronger the breath of life in the ink.

Generally speaking, as long as the ink characters written in Mohu can support the eternal breath, they will definitely be able to prove the position of the king.

In the book city, I don't know how much the book looks like, but there are very few ink characters that can be turned into cuttlefish.

From one breath to ten thousand breaths, for countless books, it is the work of water milling.

Countless books take years, or even decades, to complete, or even a lifetime. But for canonization, it seems to be a blink of an eye.

Therefore, several scholars in the Modao Pavilion had to be amazed, after all, they were able to obtain the position of scholars, and they were rare geniuses in the world.

However, it took at least three years to go from one breath to ten thousand breaths.

The longest took 22 years.

Ink Lakeside.

Feng Qingyan wrote for several days, feeling a little tired, so he put away his pen and looked at the cuttlefish in the lake. After a while, he looked into the distance, watching the various strange beasts rushing out of the ink lake, and carefully feeling the breath of the strange beasts.

It is rumored that the various visions in the ink lake were left by the previous scholars and scholars.

Soon after.

He went back to the bamboo forest to rest.

At this time, the book kings of the book city such as Ming Fuzi were in the secret realm of the Extreme Killing Monument, and they could also support a few breaths of time.

At this time, the killing words they wrote contained the ultimate murderous aura of domineering.

It seems that killing words can kill everything.

Feng Qingyan vaguely felt that in less than a year, the strength of the book city would increase to a higher level. In particular, the strength of the Book Monarch and the Book King who have entered the secret realm of the Extreme Dao Killing Word Tablet may also be doubled......

It's terrifying!

"Canonized, are you free tomorrow?"

When Master Ming heard the news of Feng Qingyan's return, he hurried over, and said with anticipation on his face: "Please also canonize and help us enter the secret realm." ”

Feng Qingyan nodded.

Since he said that he could help people enter the secret realm, he naturally wanted to help the book city.

Early in the morning of the second day, the sky was just white, and the book kings and scholars of the book city all came to the fourth killing monument.

"Canonization. ”

"Canonization. ”

When Feng Qingyan arrived, everyone said hello.

Feng Qingyan smiled, and without greetings, he directly led people into the secret realm.

In less than a morning, dozens of people were finished.

This time, even if it is a scholar, he can support three or four breaths, and the harvest is still huge.

Afternoon.

Feng Qingyan came to Mohu again to practice calligraphy.

After a day and a night of practicing calligraphy, his cuttlefish can support more than 150 breaths, but he is not very satisfied.

It's not the time that the cuttlefish supports, but the fact that he still can't put the will into the ink.

This time to come.

He has been trying to put the will into the ink, but he has failed again and again.

Moreover, he could not find the reason for the failure.

So keep trying.

It's a pity that his ink characters have gone from lifeless to being able to turn into cuttlefish to support more than 100 breaths, and he still found nothing.

What went wrong?

Feng Qingyan put pen to paper and pondered.

Or is it that the realm has not yet been reached, so it is impossible to integrate into the will?

But, for some reason, he felt that when he attained the position of scholar, he had to incorporate his will.

A few days later.

He entered the secret realm of the Extreme Killing Monument again, and sat in the dark and watched the Extreme Killing Monument.

"Is a word without a will considered a soulless?"

Feng Qingyan pondered.

After a moment, he frowned, as if there was no difference between integrating into the will and whether it was the will of the Extreme Dao or not. His current will is not bad, he guesses, at least at the level of the book king, and it may even be a few points stronger.

As for whether it is the ultimate will, the answer is definitely not.

If so, his will could shatter the Killing Monument in an instant, but he couldn't do it now.

Wrong.

If it is not the ultimate will, why can it be free to go under the extreme will?

It stands to reason.

Even if it is the ultimate will, it is impossible to go freely under the extreme will.

So, how did this come back?

Feng Qingyan was very puzzled and found that there were always contradictions. Therefore, he became more and more confused about what level of his will was. He thinks that he is at the level of a scholar, but he can resist the will of the Extreme Dao. And he thinks that it is the ultimate will, but he can't smash the killing monument......

Of course, he will not be arrogant to the point of thinking that it is the level of extreme will.

If it is really the Extreme Dao Will level, why is it so weak?

Soon after.

He didn't go to comprehend the will of the Extreme Dao again, but to "see" the reincarnation dead city behind the Extreme Dao Killing Monument.

What is the relationship between this reincarnation dead city and the thirteen reincarnation dead cities in the depths of the Dongshan Secret Realm?

Is it one of them?

Or the fourteenth?

However, since the owner of the Extreme Dao Killing Monument claims to be the Thirteenth Emperor, it is very likely to be one of the thirteen.

Even the one that didn't give birth to the gray mist.

The Twelve Emperors of the Heavens......

The Thirteenth Emperor's ......

When I am born again, it will be the time when the heavens and all the worlds will be washed with blood......

100,000 undead sergeants......

God bless me Kyushu......

If you don't enter reincarnation, you will cast the soul of an immortal army......

A monument at the end of the earth......

At this time, Feng Qingyan closed his eyes, and all kinds of secrets that he had seen with his own eyes appeared in his mind.

However, he still can't see clearly, there is always a fog that obscures his eyes, so that he can't peek into the truth of the world.

In fact.

There are so many mysteries to solve in this world.

For example, why did the saints die?

What is behind the gates of heaven, and why can't he enter?

Where do the three immortal mountains at the end of the mountain and sea realm come from?

Wait a minute.

Little by little, time passed.

The secrets in his mind still couldn't be connected, which made his mind even more confused.

He opened his eyes, shook his head, then stood up without thinking again, and returned to the realm of the book city. After coming out of the secret realm, he found that his mind was still a little messy, and he had been thinking too much.

And he went to take a break.

Perhaps, it is precisely because he has thought too much during this period of time that he has not been able to obtain the position of scholar.

After walking casually for two days, he returned to Mohu and continued to practice calligraphy.

A few days later.

In the pavilion of Modao, those scholars were still observing.

"A thousand breaths. ”

A middle-aged scholar sighed, "At this rate, in less than three months, you will be able to reach 10,000 breaths and obtain the position of the scholar." ”

"If there were no accidents, maybe it wouldn't take three months. ”

The old man wrote the king's way.

"It is worthy of being canonized, and even the progress of obtaining the position of the scholar can be seen, which is really speechless. The young scholar, with an indescribable amazement and endless envy in his heart.

Who in the world doesn't want to have the talent and enlightenment of canonization?

"Actually, as a saint teacher, it's also quite difficult, and the pressure to come to An Zhishou is not small, right?" The middle-aged scholar suddenly thought of An Zhishou, after all, An Xiu is known as the first person under the Great Confucian, and his reputation in the world is not small.

But now, he has been surpassed by his own disciples.

"Why not?"

The old man shook his head.

"I'm afraid it's as big as Tianbi Mountain. The young scholar said, "This is really a lot of pressure, not ordinary people can afford it." But speaking of which, in fact, with the background of An Zhishou, it should not be difficult to become a great Confucian. Why is it that there is still no movement until now? Could it be that we have been guarding the realm of literature and appearance?"

"An Zhishou must not be despised for this person, I am afraid that when he is promoted to a great Confucian, he will amaze the world. ”

The old man wrote the king's way.

"Not bad. ”

Everyone nodded.

Although they are in the realm of kings, and Anxiu is only in the realm of phases, they dare not despise half a point.

In the eyes of the world, it may be that Anshu took advantage of the canonization, but they don't think so. After all, without the canonization of the world, An Xiu can also be famous in the world and become a rare existence in the world......

And at this time.

Lakeside.

Feng Qingyan has been practicing calligraphy quietly, without thinking much about anything else, and focusing on calligraphy.

He didn't care how much the cuttlefish supported, nor did he deliberately integrate into the will, after all, deliberate was useless.

All he had left in his eyes was practicing calligraphy.

Write it down word by word.

At some point, a phrase appeared in his mind: words are like people.

The lonely person has a very small distance between the characters, the bold person has a large font and the strokes are stretched, the vanity person has an unstable pen pressure and the glyph shape is erratic, and the laissez-faire person has a handwriting like a dragon flying and the phoenix dancing......

He shook his head, not that.

The word is like the person, that is, the word is me, and I am the will......

At this moment, Feng Qingyan stopped, standing still for a long time, like a wood carving clay sculpture.

Then write down the word "I".

When "I" was born in mid-air, it turned into a giant whale and fell into Mohu, which made the scholars in the Modao Pavilion stunned for a moment.

"Literal whales?"

"Isn't this the king of books, can he do it?...... canonized?"

Several scholars were stunned, and were shocked by the word "I".

The giant whale entered the lake, instantly set off huge waves, and where it passed, countless ink characters retreated, so that the calligraphers who practiced calligraphy by the ink lake were all stunned.

Who's messing around?

Many book writers think so.

After all, the whale had disturbed them, making it impossible for them to practice their words quietly.

"The word is me, the word is the will......"

Feng Qingyan muttered, and wrote the word "I" again, and another giant whale entered the lake, setting off a shocking wave.

At this time, in the eyes of others, Feng Qingyan gave birth to a giant whale in his pen, startling a huge wave.

However, in a moment, the scholars found that it was just a ten-mile radius of Mohu, which was actually crowded with giant whales. squeezed the other ink characters into no living space, and countless visions shattered one after another under the breath of the giant whale......

At this moment, except for Feng Qingyan, almost all the writers were forced to stop writing.

One by one, they stood up and glared angrily.

But seeing that it was a canonization, his anger quickly receded, and instead he was a little excited, and said, "Canonization is going to be crowned as a scholar?"

"Such a vision, I'm afraid it's almost over. ”

"This giant whale's breath of life is too strong, I'm afraid it's no worse than Shujun, it's really unbelievable, it's written by the book. ”

And at this time.

Many book writers in the book city were alarmed and ran out of their houses to watch.

"Tsk, this kind of scene is really rare in a hundred years, how many giant whales are this? ”

Countless book writers are amazed.

On Mo Island, many scholars and book kings also walked out of the book hall when they heard the sound, and they were stunned when they saw the giant whales all over the lake.

"This ink whale is a little big. Master Ming was surprised, "Boy Chen, when you attained the position of Shujun, how many ink whales did you turn into, and how big were they?"

Chen Yan didn't hear it, compared with the giant whale with a full face, didn't he find it himself?

After a while, Master Ming was stunned, his eyes widened slightly, and he carefully felt the Mohu Listening Giant Whale and found that their breath of life was too strong.

This should not be something that can be written in a book.

Even ordinary scholars are afraid that they can't write such a powerful breath of life in ink, and it seems that there is a very faint and faint special breath in the ink.

It seems to be the will.

No way?

Master Ming's heart was shocked.

Could it be that the canonized ink characters are actually integrated with the will?

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