Wei Wudi sat upright, there was a book in front of the table, using Jinzhou paper, the color is white, the touch is smooth and tender, Jinzhou is not only rich in flowers, papermaking skills are also the best in Zhongzhou, only the small silk of Nanling and the lotus paper of the East Wilderness can be compared with it, but the most suitable for writing in the three kinds of paper is Jinzhou paper, and the price is also slightly cheaper, so it is loved by literati and ink writers in the world.

The monks are also very fond of Jinzhou paper, the rune paper used by the formation master has thirty percent from Jinzhou, and used to record the books of various practice exercises, Jinzhou paper also accounts for a full share of one percent, don't underestimate this into this, the profits it brings make the summer heat the richest dynasty in Zhongzhou, and most of the people have no worries about food and clothing, the summer heat can stand for six thousand years, and the Jinzhou paper must have at least half of the credit.

But Jinzhou paper also has a high and low level, Wei Wudi is naturally the best, there is a piece of jade paperweight pressed in the top corner, the ink in the inkstone is very thick, exuding a faint ink fragrance, more than a dozen pens are hung on the wooden frame at the corner of the table, some are large and some are small, at this time Wei Wudi is holding a large pen, is splashing ink on the paper.

His words are actually good, in the Wei family he grew up with the ancestors of the Wei family, when he was too young to practice, in addition to reading various classics with the ancestors every day, that is, learning to write, the ancestors of the Wei family have a stubborn personality, never listen to persuasion on the right things, and the writing style has also been affected, the edges and corners are clear, just right, the so-called words are like their people, this may sometimes make a little sense.

Wei Wudi is not, the writing is casual, it is atmospheric and chic if it sounds good, and it is not good to say that it is not in the rules, and the writing is too messy, but fortunately, the structure is good, and it looks beautiful, but it is more than a little worse than Wei Qingmo's calligraphy that has reached the peak of its peak.

Wei Qingmo, known as Mr. Mo, is highly sought after in calligraphy, but in fact, the best writing in the Wei family is Wei heavy makeup, her words are majestic, self-contained, and Wei Qingmo learned to write with Wei heavy makeup when she was a child, so her style was also deeply influenced by this sister, until Wei Qingmo entered the Tianji Pavilion, she began to learn some Juanxiu small body for copying books, Wei Nongxiang herself no longer loved calligraphy when she grew up, and rarely wrote, so few people knew her talent.

Wei Wudi paused and put it on the pen stand beside him, the scar on his chest faintly felt a little pain, but this pain was normal for him, he glanced at the ancient map that was still floating quietly in mid-air, and he actually felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Although he was a little apologetic about Wei Qingmo's matter, it was not serious, because he clearly knew that this was a good thing for Wei Qingmo, after all, the inheritance of Emperor Taiyin was not something that could be obtained by just anyone, and in the troubled times that would come soon, only with the ability to protect oneself could he live.

But Wei Nong's makeup is different, she is very likely to die, but Wei Wushu knows that he has no choice, and the one standing opposite him was once a great emperor.

"What happened to the result?" Wei Wushu didn't hold back after all, and asked casually.

The Gu Tu was silent for a long time, and he didn't say a word, obviously the person hidden in the Gu Tu had cast all his consciousness in the north, which made Wei Wushu faintly have a glimmer of hope.

There may also be a chance to turn around.

After waiting for a long time, a breath of anger came out from the ancient map, and the surging divine thoughts swept out from the ancient map, shaking the things in the room to pieces, and the calligraphy that Wei Wudi had just written was also blown up, and it fell one after another, half of it was immersed in the inkstone, and it was completely destroyed, if it weren't for the formation arranged outside the house, this terrifying aura would probably make the defenders of Lotus Dock suddenly feel like a great enemy.

Wei Wudi's face was a little happy, Gu Tu was so angry, it was obvious that something had gone wrong in Beiyuan.

"Demon Emperor, bastard!" Gu Tu made an angry voice, and then suddenly rushed towards Wei Wuyi, and said darkly, "You seem to be happy?"

"Of course. Wei Wuyi reached out and pulled up the chair that had fallen to the ground, placed it upright in front of the table, sat down peacefully, and pulled out another piece of paper casually, he picked up the pen and quickly wrote down a happy word, "Obviously, you failed." ”

"Failure, failure?" Gu Tu's voice suddenly became louder, and his voice was as sharp as a woman's, "I have pursued for thousands of years, and I have found the bones of the blood relatives of the Demon Emperor! I have broken the sealing array! I have successfully awakened the Demon Emperor! Where have I failed? Where have I failed? How can there be a more strategic person in this world than me!"

"If you succeeded, why did you call him a bastard?"

Wei Wudi's tone was indifferent, and he wrote down another musical word.

A powerful aura roared in, like a huge wave crashing on the shore, and Wei Wushu was suddenly out of breath, although he was already in the Tianyuan Realm, but in the face of Gu Tu, he had no chance of winning, and the sense of suffocation made it difficult for Wei Wushu to speak, his spiritual sea surged, and he forcibly struggled and said word by word, "If you kill me...... Your plan....... But it's in the soup. ”

Wei Wudi's face was already blue, he had suffered a lot of injuries before, and it was even more difficult to resist at this time.

Gu Tu snorted coldly, his momentum suddenly relaxed, Wei Wushu pressed one hand on the table, calming down the chaotic aura, Na Gu Tu continued, "Remember your identity, you are not the Wei Wushu in the past, just a chess piece in my hand, and I am the real chess player!"

Gu Tu slowly flew down into the open wooden box, and his tone was cold, "The Demon Emperor let go of your sister, and because of this, she didn't regain her strength, which disrupted my plans, some things had to be slowed down, I need time to re-deduce, as for what to do next, I will tell you soon, now...... Fuck off!"

Wei Wuyi didn't say a word, strode out of the room, and casually laid an enchantment on this small building, he stood in the courtyard, the sun was shining, the air was humid, this mansion was quiet, except for the sound of birds, there was no noise, this kind of quietness, it really didn't look like a war-torn place.

Wei is still alive.

This made Wei Wushu breathe a sigh of relief, he was determined to practice, and stepping into the Emperor Realm was his only pursuit, but before that, the laws of heaven and earth were not perfect, and no Emperor Realm was allowed, whether it was the Demon Ancestor or the existence in that ancient map, he had to kill the Emperor Realm to survive, and he had been pressing the realm and refused to step into the Hug One Realm.

From Tianyuan to Baoyi, it is a process of accommodating the Dao marks of heaven and earth, if you forcibly step into the realm of Baoyi when the laws of heaven and earth are not perfect, the possibility of becoming an emperor will be almost zero.

But now it's different, since the heavy rain soaked the world, the laws of this world have been revived, this is the best time for him to step into the hugging realm, and the siege of Lotus Dock can also be solved.

Waiting for this heavy rain to wash the world, in addition to him, there must be that year that does not enter the hug.

Wei Wudi glanced back at Xiao Lou, his face was very cold, his fists were clenched very tightly, he had the name of a madman in Zhongzhou, but he would not be driven by others all the time.