Chapter 461 – Pen Like a Sword

Among them, I have to mention the growth process of thousands of reds.

Wan Qianhong is not from a famous family, although he is in the palace first, but he is excellent and humble, and he can't get the guidance of a famous teacher. When she was a child, she walked slowly, and only by doing embroidery did she eat and get by.

It wasn't until she broke through the Innate Palace at the age of twenty-two that she was born with a vision, which attracted the contemporary Chaoxia Palace Master who was nearby at that time and accepted her as a personal disciple. So although Wang Ba was only sixteen years old at that time, the twenty-two-year-old Wan Qianhong still had to call out to his senior brother.

Maybe it's because the journey of growing up in childhood was relatively rough, but she grew up unusually down-to-earth. Except for practicing the divine skill that has been passed down from generation to generation in Chaoxia Palace, [Chaotian Zhengyang Gong], her natal pattern does not have any shadow of Chaoxia Palace.

It can be said that although she is the master of Chaoxia Palace, if you really want to talk about it, she has not inherited the various masteries of Chaoxia Palace, and her path is on her own.

Because of this, her teachings to Marriott are the same. She only continued to consolidate the foundation of Wanerhao's tattoo technique, as well as enhance the speed of his body and ten finger scratches. She doesn't say a word about how to create her own pattern.

Because Wan Erhao is only a child, he can get out of the [thousands of miles of yarn] she clothed.

She knew that Wan Erhao's talent was excellent, even far beyond herself back then.

She is looking forward to what kind of shocking natal pattern Wanerhao will create.

...............

When Wanerhao came out of the hut, he was inevitably looked at by many people. After holding it for so long, coupled with the identity of a northerner, the southern bigwigs present naturally would not have a good face for him. But his face was indifferent and wooden again, as if he didn't care about them at all, and just walked to Yang Tianxing's side.

Lan Zha's walked out.

"Come on. Lan Zhi, who had been sitting calmly, shouted at this moment, with a soft expression on his face.

Lan Zha, too, was a little baffled, but he still nodded to Lan Zhi. He really doesn't have much memory of this imperial uncle. After all, when he was sensible, this imperial uncle was already far away at the end of the south, guarding that remote place.

An Que and Hu Kong were also a little embarrassed, both of them were full of confidence, thinking that even if they failed to become disciples of Yunfu, they could still step into the stage of [Cloud Test]. I didn't expect that among the test questions of this generation, there was such a question as [clean scale].

An Que is strong, and he can be ranked seventh in Qingyun, and his strength is far stronger than others imagined. But it is precisely because he has inherited the [Qilin Arm] of the An family from generation to generation. It's not as easy as you think.

The fierce aura of the Qilin arm was extremely strong, and when An Que was a child, he needed to take a large amount of pills and tattoo food to suppress this fierce qi. He was young but looked like a young man in his twenties, and that's why. Only after An Que broke through the Innate Palace did he slowly learn how to control this power.

So in the level of purification, he was defeated. Even so, he was also the one who felt the benefits of cleansing the dirt the fastest, so he didn't feel too much loneliness.

"Come on, Your Highness the Prince!"

Lan Zha, nodded at An Que and Hu Kong, his gaze swept over the several people who also participated in the [Cloud Test], and strode towards the empty room.

............

Just walked into the room.

Looking at this room, which was originally full of tables and chairs, it was empty at the moment.

Lan Zhan didn't have much emotion.

I saw him pat the jade pendant on his waist, and the desk fell to the ground.

A snow-white piece of paper fell on it.

The paper was unremarkable, but the four treasures of the study soon appeared next to it.

"Oh, brother, he wants to write. The third gentleman, Xu Shichang, opened his mouth and shouted, "Isn't this what Senior Brother is best at?" Song Zhixuan had a smile on his face, but he didn't speak. Although Mr. Yunfu has always been very low-key, there are some things that people still talk about.

For example, the famous [Grass House] of Grass Refining Grandmaster Chu Heng Mountain, its plaque is from Mr. Big. Everyone is seeing the two words, even those who don't know how to tattoo art can faintly feel a kind of avenue breath.

Now this young man is actually going to write in front of Mr. Big?

In the eyes of the people of Yunfu, there is really no distinction between His Royal Highness the Prince. They are all born people, earthly status, they don't take it to heart.

............

Lan Zha's pen picked up, slowly adjusting his breathing.

He was rarely a little nervous.

Perhaps it's because, for this day, he has been practicing calligraphy for several years, and I don't know how many days and nights he has been doing. He has read and comprehended the books of various famous masters, even the rare ink treasures of the contemporary Yunfu Lord, which are collected in the palace. I've been preparing for today for so long, so I'm nervous.

He took a deep breath and put pen to paper.

Sneer......

He was fast, but there was a small sound.

Every tick and stroke is so perfect.

"That's a good handwriting. Wang Qi also got out of Wanerhao's stunned and said with a little emotion. Indeed, Lan Zha's handwriting is very good, although he is limited to age, he has written his own style, and he can clearly see Lan Zha's people.

Many elderly people often say that they can see their character and personality from the words, but these are not all of them. There is some basis for this.

Taking the topic of [Cloud Test] as an example, whether it is Yang Tianxing or Wan Erhao, they are a bit of a duck on the shelves. They are all able to do what they do best, but they don't actually show their true selves. It's more just a casual display of what you're good at.

And Lan Zha in front of him is extremely clear and "written" his self!

The pen is like a sword, fighting in the world of white paper;

The pen falls, like a long sword out of the sheath, and the edge is exposed;

The pen is like a long sword back to the sheath, and the edge is gone;

Lan Zha clenched his fists, then put away the four treasures of the study and left the room, only the desk and the words on the white paper on the desk.

Seeing this, Song Zhixuan stretched out his hand and reached out.

The hand landed on the scroll in front of him, and the index finger and thumb were pulled and pulled. I saw that the calligraphy that was originally in the picture scroll fell into his hand. This kind of change between reality and fiction, if someone else sees it, they will be so surprised that they can't close their mouths.

On the white paper, a word was written very clearly.

Strength penetrates the back of the paper, although it is just writing, but in fact, you can also see something. This kind of control of force can also represent the careful control of the force of the grain. Of course, that's not what they see.

"Senior brother, what do you think?" Xu Shichang didn't know anything about words, and looked at Song Zhixuan thinking.

"Hmm...... Let's take a look at it first. Song Zhixuan thought about it and didn't say much.

Because at this time, the next person has already walked in.

............

"Come on, Golden Boy!" Xu Yan shouted with his fist, and couldn't help but look at others a few more times. More people were looking at the terrifying wound on Xu Yan's chest. It was the wound caused by Meng Shi blocking Shenlong's tail blow, Xu Yan had also taken the precious pill to stop the bleeding, and his physical recovery ability was much stronger than that of ordinary people, so it seemed that there was no major problem at a glance.

But Xu Yan didn't pay attention to his wounds, just looked at Jin Qianji's back and shouted to cheer him up.

Jin Qianji smiled slightly and didn't say anything.