There was no time to reminisce for a short time, but in a moment, a root that was not known how long and had some green leaves growing on it rushed in like a poisonous python coming out of a hole.

Chen Jianchen is very familiar with this scene, once upon a time, it also appeared in the dreams of young people, in the dream, the elusive roots were strangled around the neck, which could make people scream in their dreams-

Now, not a dream, but just as screaming.

The scream came from Nie Xiaoqian, and when the girl saw the existence that was far beyond imagination, an abrupt and fearful emotion had to be vented.

When the first tendrils appeared, but in the blink of an eye, there were whistling shadows floating in front of them, and I don't know how many roots writhed their terrible and strange bodies, searching in the air like spirits, as if waiting for the best time, and then swept over, feasting:

"Hahaha, there are so many people, Grandma Ben is going to kill tonight!"

The sharp and difficult sound of a sharp weapon cutting through the stone shook the wind and rain away.

In such a situation, it is extremely unrealistic to want to break through to the front.

"Let's go!"

Yan Chixia was the first to scream, Chen Jianchen and the others did not hesitate at all, Wu Yan picked up the unconscious Nie Zhiyuan, and the group quickly withdrew from the front hall and retreated to the middle hall. But when they still wanted to retreat, they saw a circle of huge roots piercing through the earthen walls on both sides, coiling through the outside, like a giant python that chooses people to devour, sealing the way of retreat—

They were surrounded.

In other words, there are many such roots dancing up and down outside, surrounding the entire main hall. This is the desperate situation where there is no door in heaven and no way in the earth.

At the first time, Huo Jun closed the front and rear hall doors. Although these two doors do not talk about the dryad. Even he can smash it with a casual punch himself, but when he closes it, he can instinctively give some sense of security - a sense of security that deceives himself.

What to do?

Outside, is it really some kind of thousand-year-old dryad? Trees can also become demons? Can they eat people?

The thoughts that came to them were subverting Wu Yan's values and outlook on life all the time, and all kinds of buildings that they had known in their lives were almost like earthquakes, which collapsed one after another, became ruins, and urgently needed to be re-proven.

They were originally brave warriors, but they encountered an inhuman existence. The so-called courage is all vanity. Only the bearded swordsman outside was their only lifeline.

Swordsman?

Soon, Wu Yan and the others remembered that during the day, Chen Jianchen said that he wanted to find the reason for the peerless swordsman here. Could it be that the swordsman he was looking for was the bearded man outside?

"Gongzi Chen, what the hell is going on?"

In a split second. Countless questions came flooding in, and I didn't know where to start.

Chen Jianchen looked calm and said in a deep voice: "Now is not the time to ask this. ”

Belch......

Wu Yan was speechless. At the moment, it is really not suitable to ask questions about the east and the west, but what can they do? Rush out with a sword? Before the time has really come to fight for life and death, they are unwilling to make a desperate bet.

"Childe, what should I do?"

Ying Ning's tone was slightly nervous.

Chen Jianchen frowned, stretched out his hand to stroke his fake beard, and suddenly said, "Ying Ning." Pen and ink waiting. ”

This sentence is said very chic and decisive, just like a certain great poet, a great writer who is excited and ambitious when he climbs high and looks at the scenery, and wants to wave passionately.

It's just that now is not the time to splash ink.

Ying Ning immediately understood what Chen Jianchen meant, and immediately took off the blood sandalwood book, and actually put out the four treasures of the study room that the son usually used on the spot one by one. Start grinding the ink.

Is this master and servant crazy?

Huo Jun, who had endured it for almost a whole day, immediately couldn't help but shout: "Chen Jianchen, what are you going to do?" Since this scholar appeared, there was no place on his body that did not reveal his strangeness, his behavior was perverse, and to put it simply, it was very unreasonable. It's completely different from ordinary readers.

"Do you have a problem with my writing?"

Huo Jun was stunned, and he couldn't find any words to refute it. There is no binding relationship between each other, and there is no familiarity.

Chen Jianchen did not take action immediately, but looked around. Seeing that the space of this nave is not large, there should be a Buddha statue in the middle. It's just that the Buddha statue has long been moved, and only a broken platform is left there. The surrounding walls were yellow, and the paint was peeling off in many places, revealing the blue bricks inside. ...,

"Childe, the ink is ready. ”

At this time, Ying Ning was a little excited.

Nie Xiaoqian, who was on the side, was very curious and asked, "Liuxian, do you really want to write?"

At such a critical juncture, in the face of the unknowable so-called monsters, Chen Jianchen actually said that he wanted to sharpen ink and write, I don't know what to use?

Courage?

Whining before the battle?

It doesn't seem to be accurate, recalling what Chen Jianchen said earlier that he can use spells, could it be that the spells he learned can be expressed through writing?

When it came to the rumored spell, Nie Xiaoqian's eyes widened when she boarded, wanting to take a look.

There are three pens on the ground, some large and some small, some small rabbit hair, and some purple rod wolf. Especially the longest wolf hair, the pen is very long, and the long drag is dragged down to form a full fist of the pen.

What Chen Jianchen chose to pick up was this big pen. When he mentioned it, he had a big pen in his hand, and suddenly there was a momentum - Chen Jianchen took a lot of pens, but he was never as urgent and urgent as this time today.

The pen was thick with ink, and after a pause, he suddenly looked at Ying Ning with some worry. Ying Ning nodded in understanding, indicating that it was okay.

In fact, Chen Jianchen is also a habitual reminder that he is now a great success in "Sanli Zhenzhang", and he can already use it freely in terms of control, and he can no longer control it when Wu Xia Ameng is gone.

If you have a pen in your hand and ink on it, what is it if you don't write?

So Chen Jianchen picked up a large pen, used the surrounding walls as paper, and wrote the first big character at the height of his ability:

A word "day"!

"Heaven and earth have righteousness......

With the continuous brushing, ink, and writing, one by one big characters appeared on the wall, and the first sentence of the Ming Sect was "Heaven and Earth have righteousness"!

Ying Ning remembered it very clearly, and couldn't help clapping her palms and exclaiming, "It's "Song of Righteousness." ”

Chen Jianchen did not hesitate at all, and wrote down word by word, sentence by sentence: "Heaven and earth have righteousness, mixed manifolds, and the mountains below, and the sun and stars ...... above."

The light in the hall was dim, and the bright light of the fire fold was difficult to shine on the side, but Chen Jianchen didn't care, he didn't know how many times he had copied and written this "Song of Righteousness" before, sentence by word, stroke by stroke, all of which were familiar to him, even if he couldn't see his five fingers, he could write it with his eyes closed.

While writing, walking, not talking about rules, purely intentions. Ying Ning in the back followed with an inkstone, and she saw that the pen and ink on the wall were dripping, and there was a bit of hideousness with teeth and claws. Looking at it closely, the long-lost feeling of heart-pounding came to my heart again, and I couldn't help but tremble slightly. Fortunately, she knew that the righteousness in Childe's pen could be retracted and released freely, and there was no trace of evil qi inside and outside her body and mind, and she would not trigger the righteous attack between the lines. But even so, the righteous pressure emanating from the many fonts on the wall was still like a mountain, so she didn't dare to move a little, and she was very nervous.

Childe's righteous cultivation has improved a lot......

The little fox was sincerely happy for Chen Jianchen, and felt that the means of protecting the son's life had finally begun to be revealed. If Chen Jianchen's righteousness was like a sword in the past, then now his righteousness, every word and stroke he writes, seems to be able to turn into a sword.

This sword can drive away evil spirits, kill evil, and dare to punish ghosts and gods!

Chen Jianchen's input, Ying Ning's follow-up, on the other hand, reflected Nie Xiaoqian and the others who were standing in the hall and watching. They had to stay, first, because they didn't understand what Chen Jianchen was doing, and second, they didn't understand the meaning of so many words written on the wall.

Wu Yan was more well-informed, and knew that the monks of the Buddha family had a profound spell that could be used to write on pillars or walls with gold paint with their fingers. The characters written in this way have the effect of warding off evil spirits. The so-called "enlightenment" is an act that falls into this category. However, the Buddha is writing with his fingers, and to go requires special gold lacquer, and even his own essence blood.

But what about Chen Jianchen now?

The pen is a good wolf, and the ink is a good ink, thick and bright, with clear layers, and it is obviously from Huizhou special grade pine smoke. The market price of such an ingot reaches five yuan, and there are not many people who can afford it. At this point, there is no doubt that Chen Jianchen is not a poor scholar who is poor and white.

This battle of the four treasures of the study is a typical style of rich scholars.

However, even if Chen Jianchen can write a flower, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with dealing with the dryads outside.

It simply doesn't matter at all.

The philosopher's day is far away, and the punishment is in the past. The wind eaves show books and read, and the ancient road shines in color. ”

At this point, a "Song of Righteousness" happened to be written. He writes on the wall, purely with intention, so the most suitable for use is cursive, which is written in one go, and the words are continuous, and the meaning is continuous and inky. It seems that all the words are connected, end to end, and just become a whole. Wrap a circle around the four walls, and when you encounter a place with doors and windows, you don't avoid it, and you write directly on the doors and windows.

Today, there is a young scholar, and the dragon and snake on the wall will fly!

Chen Jianchen threw the large pen in his hand on the ground, which was a very chic action, but unexpectedly, his soul surged with an irrepressible feeling of tiredness, which reached deep into the bone marrow, his feet were weak, and he sat on the ground with his buttocks.

"Childe ......"

Ying Ning, who was in the back, was forced by the righteousness in the room, and couldn't help but react half a beat slower, and didn't hold it for the first time.

Chen Jianchen shook his head and said, "I'm fine, just take a rest." ”

On the other side, Wu Yan and Huo Jun, who were watching, looked at each other, and they both showed strange looks. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. )