Wen Zhuangyuan heard this, the corner of his eye looked through the screen window, followed the eyes of the deputy hall head to the opposite side, and only saw a row of side rooms rising from the ground more than a hundred meters away, on the west side of the well courtyard.

"West Wing!" Wen Zhuangyuan was stunned for a moment, and said secretly in his heart, "Isn't the West Wing the residence of the daughters?"

Confused, she heard a man's laughter faintly coming from the west wing, as if he was teasing a woman.

Wen Zhuangyuan seemed to understand a little, and secretly gritted his teeth.

At this moment, she couldn't wait to rush over immediately and stab the laughing man inside to death, or use the true qi ink to condense a sharp knife and cut the man with a thousand knives.

*

Seeing that Wen Zhuangyuan looked worried and hesitant, Deputy Hall Master Zuo shook his head and chuckled, with a touch of disdain in his tone, and said, "It seems that you are not brave enough, the old man should choose someone else." ”

Deputy Hall Chief Zuo seemed to be subconsciously using the radical method: "In addition to you, there are also Bangyan and Tanhua, and their preliminary test results are similar to yours." ”

"Although generally speaking, you Wendao disciples are a little less decisive and decisive than us martial arts disciples, but among you, there are also many people who will show enough loyalty, courage and courage to their masters in order to realize some kind of will!"

"In the continent where martial arts are respected, the old man admires this kind of person the most, and only this kind of person can survive in today's cruel law of survival, and go further and further. At this moment, the deputy hall head Zuo used a didactic tone, a teacher's style, and spoke seriously and authentically.

*

After listening to Deputy Hall Chief Zuo's nonsense, the fighting spirit in Wen Zhuangyuan's heart was consumed a lot by the other party, and his face showed a trace of impatience imperceptibly.

At this moment, Wen Zhuangyuan is still buried in his fists, showing a full respectful posture.

After hearing the words of the deputy hall head left, the eyes buried deeply, the afterglow glanced up, looked at the deputy hall head left on the opposite side, his eyes were fierce, and he said with hatred: "Why don't you dare!"

*

"Okay, refreshing!" Deputy Hall Master Zuo showed a touch of joy on his face, and said with full of anger, "As long as you are loyal enough to the old man, the old man guarantees that you will be ranked in the 'top three' in the final palace examination." ”

*

Seeing the overconfidence shown by Deputy Hall Master Zuo unabashedly, as well as the contempt for Wen Dao's disciples revealed in his words, the corners of Wen Zhuangyuan's mouth twitched slightly.

*

"Okay. Deputy Hall Leader Zuo finally made a decision, and then reminded, "Be sure to make all preparations before acting." ”

"What are you missing, just tell the old man, lest you steal chickens and rice!" Deputy Hall Leader Zuo said with a smile.

*

"I am a disciple of Wendao, and I have only one weapon, and that is the ink pen for writing. Wen Zhuangyuan said bluntly.

*

When Deputy Hall Chief Zuo heard this, he was slightly stunned and said, "What about your one?"

*

"Taken away by a puppy. "Wen Zhuangyuan is an understatement.

*

When Deputy Hall Chief Zuo heard this, his brows furrowed, and he laughed so hard that he barely spewed spittle.

"Okay, the old man will lend you one. After the words fell, the deputy hall chief left patted the storage bag, reached out and grabbed a narrow box that flew out.

Opening the box with a beautiful red padding in the interior, a huge eight-foot-long ink pen appeared, and the hall chief took it out and said, "This is a replica! The real thing is in the patriarch (Dan Fangxiong, the biological father of the left deputy hall head)." ”

Speaking of this, Deputy Hall Chief Zuo flipped the ink pen over, revealing a few words on the back, and said: "That real piece is the reign of the Dragon City Empire, the Queen Mother gave the palace test a first-class champion and the first prize, although there are palace test champions and firsts every three years, but in today's era, it is a peerless treasure that has been lost in craftsmanship." Moreover, the one in the patriarch's hand has a profound heritage and a long history, and the ink pen contains the talent of the great universe and the saint, which is like a tiger with wings, if it is a combination of civil and military, it can help your master to fight the world!"

"Do you understand what the old man means?" Deputy Hall Chief Zuo looked at Wen Zhuangyuan and said softly.

*

Wen Zhuangyuan nodded, his eyes were shocked, and he looked at the words printed on the ink pen: Scold Fang Xuan!

The name of the real piece is called "Scolding Fang Xuan", which is directly related to the serial fraud case of the Queen Mother of Dragon City.

The martial arts disciple got that pen, and it was useless, so he had to give it to the Wendao disciple who had cultivated high enough.

The one in front of me is just an imitation.

But even if it's just an imitation, you can sense a very oppressive momentum.

*

The deputy head of the left hall handed the ink pen and the box to Wen Zhuangyuan, and said, "In addition to the ink pen, is there anything missing?"

"There is a lack of inkstone. Wen Zhuangyuan said.

Although the deputy hall director felt a little strange, he didn't ask too much, and slapped the storage bag and grabbed the emerald green inkstone that flew out.

In this continent where martial arts are respected, the inkstones used by Wendao disciples are all condensed from the collected pure qi, and under the power of the law, they show some similar attribute characteristics to ordinary inkstones.

The collection objects are mainly martial arts disciples, but they can also be Wendao disciples themselves. It's just that it is difficult for Wendao disciples to condense their true qi with high refinement and purity.

In this continent where martial arts are respected, the rise and fall of the literary and Taoist realms first depends on the rise and fall of the martial arts realm.

*

"This inkstone is condensed from the true qi in the old man's body, but I don't know if it is suitable for you and the imitation in your hand. Deputy Hall Chief Zuo was a little worried, and said, "The old man will polish the ink for you personally, and then you try to write a word and show it to the old man." ”

*

Wen Zhuangyuan nodded.

*

The deputy hall director on the left picked up the ink ingot, put it in the inkstone, and grinded it carefully.

After a while, a thick layer of fine toner is grinded. Under the effect of the power of the law, the water attribute true qi turned into arc light and injected into it, condensing into a liquid substance in the shallow groove of the inkstone, and finally called up a tank of ink.

"Okay, next, you use the true qi ink that the old man gave you, write a word. As he spoke, Deputy Hall Chief Zuo handed the inkstone to Wen Zhuangyuan.

*

Wen Zhuangyuan nodded, took the inkstone from the left deputy hall head, and placed it on the large table in the center of the wing.

After exhaling a breath, Wen Zhuangyuan threw the huge ink pen into the air.

With a clear drink, the fluttering hairband flew up with him, grabbed the ink pen in the fall, and circled a few times in succession, and the dust swept out like a mist, and he stopped in the air above the table, his body hung upside down, lifted the huge ink pen, and dipped it fiercely towards the shallow tank of true gas ink in the center of the inkstone.

In a moment, the law of literature and Taoism operated, and in the moment when the ink was injected into the pen head, I saw that the true qi ink suddenly turned into a rough arc of light, stirring the sound of "swish" current, flowing up along the head of the pen......

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