Outside the window, the night grew darker.

Lin Hu put a bound blank book on the table, then studied the ink, waited for the ink to be ground, picked up the pen, dipped in the ink, and waited for the pen, but suddenly stopped.

As time passed, the ink on the tip of the pen condensed into a droplet, but it did not fall.

For a long time, Lin Hu held his breath, concentrated, and quickly wrote five big characters on the cover - "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

Although these five words are not very subtle, they are also strong and powerful, and the pen is a dragon and snake.

In his previous life, Lin Hu was a college student who graduated from the Department of Chinese, and he also practiced calligraphy, and the object of copying was the face body of the famous Tang Dynasty calligrapher Yan Zhenqing. He likes Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy very much, and thinks that Yan's dot painting is rich and full, and the structure is broad and upright, like King Kong angrily swinging his fist, and a big man should write such words.

However, although he practiced calligraphy for a while in college, his handwriting was mediocre and not ugly at best. After he graduated and joined the workforce, calligraphy was put aside and not touched for a long time.

And in this life, because of the practice of martial arts, especially the long-term iron-striking, the casting of weapons is the pursuit of perfection, and the coordination of the body and mind has reached a fairly high level.

Although Lin Hu has not practiced calligraphy for more than ten years in this life, when he put down the pen just now, thinking about the calligraphy in his memory, Lin Hu subconsciously wrote these five words.

Lin Hu is sure that this is definitely the most beautiful word he has ever written. I don't dare to say that it is exactly the same as Yan Ti, but it also has seven or eight points.

Lin Hu, who was in a good mood, opened the cover of the book, and then began to write the beginning of the novel in his memory on the first page of the book: The Qiantang River is mighty and the mighty river, day and night, endlessly bypassing the edge of Niujia Village in Lin'an, and flowing into the sea in the east. There are dozens of black cypress trees in a row on the riverside, and the leaves are as red as fire, and it is the time of August. The weeds in front of the village and behind the village have just begun to turn yellow, and under the reflection of the slanting sun, they have become a little more depressed......

The choice of this novel Lin Hu is also well thought out, first of all, this novel tells the story of the low-level martial arts world, not to mention the secrets of heaven and earth, even if it is a high-end broken void in martial arts.

Secondly, this "Legend of the Condor Heroes" can be said to be one of Jin Lao's most famous works, and it is through this work that Jin Lao really established his position as the supreme martial arts. For the legendary novels that are mostly vague in this world, it is difficult to think about it when it is released.

Of course, Lin Hu can't copy it completely like this, many words with special meaning in Chinese history can't be used, and they must be replaced with words that the world has heard and everyone is familiar with.

Another one, he has to improve the martial arts and martial arts level in the Condor World by a few levels, otherwise, the people in this world will look boring.

As far as Lin Hu knows, when the martial artists in this world reach the fifth realm of martial cultivation and practice the dirty realm, their arms have the strength of close to a thousand catties, and those who are gifted can even have the power of thousands of catties, not counting other aspects such as speed, defense, recovery and martial arts, etc., the martial artists of the Dirty Realm can become first-class masters in the Condor World with their strength alone, and even in the one-on-one frontal hard resistance, no one is his opponent, after all, one force will drop ten.

The night passed, and until midnight, Lin Hu wrote almost 60,000 words, and then put it away.

It's a pity that the legendary vision did not appear, after all, only the beginning was written. And the fact that the supposedly bad things didn't happen, which is good news.

The next day, Lin Hu continued to strike iron and practice as usual, and there was no difference from usual.

As soon as it got dark, Lin Hu hurriedly returned to his hut, took out the unfinished "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and continued to write, but there was still no response, and this night, Lin Hu wrote 80,000 words.

On the third night, it was still the same.

On the fourth night, Lin Hu had tried his best to calm his heart, and just when Lin Hu thought it would be like the previous nights, Lin Hu wrote a description of the Nine Yin True Scripture: "The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency when there is more than loss, so the void is better than the truth, and the lack is better than the ......"

At this moment, a vision suddenly appeared, an inexplicable breeze blew open the window beside Lin Hu, and a bright moon seemed to appear in the room, the light was flourishing, and at the same moment, an inexplicable spiritual pressure pressed on Lin Hu's body, making him unable to move.

At the same time, the broken brush he had brought from the Wenhua Bookstore on the bookshelf seemed to come to life, floating in mid-air automatically. Part of the "bright moon" in the room surged towards it, and the golden light shot towards the brush, which was absorbed by it, and the brush was full of spiritual light, and it also released a dark blue light that shrouded Lin Hu's body.

Lin Hu only felt that the pressure was gone, but he didn't have time to feel anything, but looked at the pen in disbelief, and there was only one thought in his mind, "Oops, I found a treasure."

Lin Hu just looked at the brush and the "bright moon", and in a trance, he found himself in a strange environment. The blood-red lightning disappeared in the void, and Lin Hu had no doubt that if the blood-red lightning slashed on his body, it would be the end of his soul, it was a throbbing from the depths of his soul.

Surrounding this world is a large dark purple net, however, this big net is a little broken, some places are very complete, and there are even some more "threads", and in some places a huge hole is directly exposed. Lin Hu keenly observed that the extra "threads" were slowly decreasing, and the cracked places were being repaired little by little, although it was very slow, I don't know how many years, but it was being repaired.

In an instant, Lin Hu returned to his small room, the "bright moon" in the room had completely turned into a small sun, and the eyes of the golden people were painful, if it weren't for the brush engraved with the five-clawed golden dragon that released a stream of dark blue air to envelop the entire room, I believe that the abnormality here has already been discovered.

Looking at the pen in the room and the round of "little sun", Lin Hu was helpless, and when he didn't know what to do, the round of "little sun" moved, and the "little sun" was divided into two parts, one large and one small, the small one was absorbed by the brush, but the big one entered his body and disappeared.

The room suddenly returned to its original state, and the pen fell from the air and fell to the ground. Lin Hu picked it up, only to see that the golden light of the brush was hidden, although the original broken pen body was not fully restored, it was much better than the original, and even the bristles at the tip of the pen were much brighter, and a layer of gray breath appeared.

Lin Hu looked at it, only to see that the eyes of the golden dragon on the brush blinked, and then looked closely, but it returned to its original state, Lin Hu rubbed his eyes, could it be that he was wrong?

Standing up from the ground, Lin Hu only felt that his mind was extremely clear at this moment, and he closed his eyes, and suddenly, Lin Hu found that he had "seen" the things around him, and his "vision" was extremely clear, including the dust on the bookshelf. Continue to "look" out through the window, the grass and trees outside the window, and the bark of the locust tree in the courtyard are all extremely clear.

However, this distance is not right, it stands to reason that although the Linghui Realm of the Second Realm of Xuanxiu has divine sense, it can only exude a distance of one zhang around it, and I am already three zhang, and it cannot be the third realm, because I can't use my divine consciousness to attract vitality, although I haven't learned any Taoism, but it's okay to just stir it up. Lin Hu, who couldn't figure it out for a long time, shook his head and simply stopped thinking about it.

Lin Hu returned to the desk and saw that the "Legend of the Condor Heroes" on the desk emitted a cyan light, he knew that according to the Shengdao Monthly, this "Legend of the Condor Heroes" he wrote had become a spiritual book, although the grade is not high now, but it is not unfinished?