"Whew!"

The appearance of the six-winged brute dragon caused a lot of commotion, but surprisingly, contrary to everyone's thoughts, this sudden beast did not have any intention of attacking, but a person, uh, it should be said that a dragon was lying quietly on the side, greedily sucking the milky white gas around it.

This point is very different from its habits, you know, although the six-winged brute dragon has a dragon character in its name, but in fact it has little to do with the dragon as a sacred object, and is essentially just a powerful and ferocious beast.

For those disciples, it is tantamount to a wild tiger on the earth suddenly breaking into a certain campus, and then taking a nap on the playground as if no one was around, and it may burst out and hurt people at any time.

It's just that the six-winged brute dragon didn't seem to notice this, still swallowing the white mist in the air by itself, and from time to time let out a low beast roar in the direction of the surroundings, as if declaring its sovereignty here, and occasionally when he closed his eyes and opened his eyes again, a humanized look flashed in his huge pupils.

Naturally, not many people noticed the strangeness of the six-winged brute dragon, in fact, if you want to talk about attractiveness, the silver-white river in the sky that has not disappeared is more eye-catching, compared with the two, it is like UFO and wild South China tiger, which is more important, naturally at a glance.

At the same time, in the school, when the air was almost completely stagnant, Lin Hu finally wrote the fifth stroke--Mention as a strategy, like a whip for a horse.

When this stroke was completed, Lin Hu seemed to have spent a lot of strength, not only sweating like rain, but even his external clothes looked as if they had just been washed.

However, his eyes have become more and more energetic, and the spirit of his whole body also gives people a feeling like the morning sun at the beginning of the day.

This seems to Mo Yebai on the side. There is no doubt that this Teacher Lin is even more attractive, and his black hole-like pupils seem to be turning.

"Don't get distracted, watch my movements!"

Suddenly, Lin Hu's deep voice sounded in her ears, and the little girl's neck shrank in shock. Knowing that this opportunity was not easy to come by, he didn't dare to be distracted, so he immersed his mind in Lin Hu's unfinished notebook again.

It seems that the most difficult thresholds have been crossed, and the next few strokes have not been delayed for too long, and they are written almost in one go.

"Skimming is plundering, as with grate plundering;

The short skimming is a peck, like a bird's peck;

It is a stone, a sound is a philosopher, and a cracked animal is a stone. The pen is also opened. ”

At this point, the eight methods of Yongzi are completed, and these eight methods, which method alone does not seem to have too many mysteries, but when these eight methods are condensed together at the same time, it is as if a chemical reaction has occurred.

The enclosed room has become a separate world at the moment. I only saw that the pen and ink on the table had not yet dried. A ray of golden aura flashed, and a light mask shrouded the place within a radius of one zhang, and then, the big word "Yong" in the center of the paper seemed to become a huge magnet, attracting all the milky white atmosphere in the room.

"Whew!"

The milky white aura in the school hall was already so strong that it was about to liquefy, this time. It's as if you've found an outlet, and all the smoke pours out of it.

"Kick!"

The speed of pouring out of the atmosphere is getting faster and faster, and the word "Yong" is actually not rejected by those who come, gradually, in the small school. There was a big storm, and the thick desk that held it swayed a little unbearably.

All this is naturally nothing to Lin Hu, but for Mo Yebai, who has a slightly thin body, it is a lot of pressure, but at the same time, this is a huge opportunity.

When countless rich and unfortunate literary qi passed by her, it would also be quietly absorbed, and almost every moment she stayed, it was enough to beat the usual hard work of the last month, and those literary qi would also silently improve her physique when they entered her body, not to mention being reborn, but in the future, she would definitely benefit a lot from the cultivation of the literary path.

This is just her subconscious behavior, compared to Lin Hu's conscious behavior, it is a world of difference, practicing Confucianism and Taoism is no more than others, there is almost no shortcut, it is nothing more than the accumulation of ordinary little by little, his cultivation time is still short, a total of only a few years, although others will respect him as a bachelor, but there is really no comparison with those old scholars who have experienced hundreds of thousands of years.

However, all this in front of him made it possible for him to advance by leaps and bounds, and after absorbing it with all his might, the momentum was only a step worse than the calligraphy on the table.

If someone looks inside the middle dantian in Lin Hu's chest, they will find that the small white pond that used to be babbling and flowing has now become a small lake, and it is rapidly extending towards the surroundings at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Time passed little by little, although Lin Hu and Yongzi stickers in the house and nearly a thousand Confucian teachers and students outside the house were all working hard, but the milky white mist in the air still showed no signs of decreasing, and I don't know how long it took, only a creaking sound was heard, and Lin Hu, who had closed his eyes for a long time, slowly opened his eyes.

In front of him, the purple desk suddenly shook, creaking and creaking, as if overwhelmed, and sure enough, after a while, the table collapsed under his nose.

"Not good!"

Seeing this, Lin Hu exclaimed, worried that the calligraphy was damaged, strode forward, rummaged through the ruins to find his treasure, it turned out that he was just concerned about the chaos, the "Yong" calligraphy was not only fine, but also not even a little wrinkled.

"Oh, that's not right!"

As soon as he loosened his frowning brows, he noticed that something was wrong, Shen, the calligraphy in his hand was simply too heavy!

You must know that Lin Hu usually also cultivates "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong", although there are few opportunities to really use it, and it is almost impossible for him to shake off his arms and human strength, which is too imageless, but the fact is that he can easily lift a hill with just his physical strength, and he doesn't even need to move his brows at the ordinary weight of 18,000 catties.

But now, a piece of paper actually makes him feel heavy, what kind of joke is this, is this the legendary word thousand gold (catties)? No, more than 100,000 catties!

Just when Lin Hu was still thinking about why the calligraphy was so heavy, the vision of the outside world changed unconsciously, first of all, the white mist that was not seen no matter how much he inhaled suddenly dissipated, so it naturally attracted a reluctant wail and sigh.

However, the silver-white river in the sky did not disappear, but split into two, and from the middle of the river appeared a series of figures of the same silver, but with very different postures.

There are a total of seventy-two figures, standing with a pen, or looking into the distance, or lying quietly, or sitting cross-legged, and so on, each figure has a awe-inspiring temperament.

"This, isn't this the seventy-two sages recorded in my Confucian classics?!"

"Hiss!!"

The sound of cold snorting was endless, and at the same time, in the school where Lin Hu was, there was also a very special figure. (To be continued.) )

PS: Unknowingly, the New Year is coming, I remember that last year was about this time, my brain was hot at the starting point, and then, just like that, the code word accompanied me for a year, although the last three months of the pit is not good, the frequency of the code word continues to decline, just now I almost forgot the author account password of the starting point, can't log in, wipe, my pot, but I still sincerely thank all the friends who have accompanied me, as well as the book friends, you have brought me too much touch, I dare not make any more promises, because I know that I don't have much time and energy to fulfill, the only thing that can make me stick to it, is not that little bit of subscription, but you who are still with you, thank you, and finally say Happy New Year!