The technique of pen sighing is the strongest attack technique in the literature of Tianxuanzong, and was once known as the first of the six unique Tianxuan, Qu Hanzi relied on this technique to become famous in Dongzhou, and sat firmly on the throne of the top three in the Chengtian realm in that era. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, due to the fact that this technique is too difficult to learn, Qu Hanzi fell unexpectedly, and all he left behind was a poster written by him with the technique of pen sighing during his lifetime, so this technique was broken off, and even Chen Jian was elusive in this realm.

Zhang Yu had the word source on his head, and he pondered the book carefully, his brows were wrinkled tightly unconsciously, and he couldn't understand what it was written at all.

Just like ordinary people observing a cursive script, there is no such artistic conception, even if you can write with a god, it is difficult to prevent it from becoming a kind of heavenly book-like existence.

"What kind of ghost is this, it doesn't look like handwriting at all, it's completely a child's graffiti!"

One stroke at a time, irregular, disorganized, Zhang Yu was confused.

"It is too difficult to leave only such a calligraphy, and it is really difficult to get the inheritance of pen sighs. ”

Zhang Yu sighed, but he could only continue to observe, Qu Hanzi's age was tens of thousands of years ago, and the ruins left behind were estimated to have turned into ashes.

Time passed little by little, and Zhang Yu's eyes were about to take it, but he was still staring at the book, motionless.

He was no longer able to perceive foreign objects, but at this moment, a strange whirlwind blew up outside his cave, and let out a whining sound......

Zhang Yu studied archaeology in the earth, and has an inexplicable affinity for the words like heavenly letters, whether it is oracle bone inscriptions, golden inscriptions, or compilations, he can slowly comprehend the charm of each kind of text, which can be said to be a talent he brought from the original world.

Sure enough, in the following time, Zhang Yu fell into a wonderful state.

The bookmark in front of me has already become another scene, a white-haired old man, standing in the air, with an ethereal aura in every word and action, as if he does not exist in the world.

He was originally a character whose face did not change when Mount Tai collapsed, but at this moment he was sad and compassionate, with a sense of sorrow in his chest, and sighed up to the sky.

"Immortals"

"Immortals"

"Immortals"

The three words are like a big drum that shakes the sky, roaring the mountains and rivers, with endless sighs and helplessness.

A crystal brush suddenly appeared in his hand, and at this moment, the breath on the old man's body changed suddenly, and there was no emotion, in Zhang Yu's eyes, this person seemed to have disappeared, melted into the world, but could still grasp his form, this feeling was wonderful.

Life has no cause and effect to look forward to parting,

There is no end to death, and the heart is at peace.

The fairy road is vast and the people are insignificant,

Why bother asking for directions for three thousand years.

Mention a little bit, like communicating the avenue of heaven and earth, with the spirit as the ink, the cloud as the paper, a word and sixteen words, just like that, he wrote in the air, without any traces of dissipation, shining, like the sun hanging in the sky.

"The old man Qu Han, who has practiced for three thousand years, has broken the road to Wangxian, and wants to continue with this body, and now leave me with the fruit of the Tao, and I hope that someone will get it, and regret it. ”

After speaking, the old man waved his sleeves, and the world engraved with handwriting was like a piece of white paper, which was peeled off alive, rolled up with sixteen words, and floated to the sky.

This realm ended here, Zhang Yu slowly came back to his senses, and found that his eyes were full of tears at some point.

"Knowing what is going on, but trying to defy the Fa, is this the monk's intention?"

Zhang Yu was sad for Qu Hanzi, although he didn't know what the final result was, but he expected that he had already returned to the ruins, otherwise why would he not see a trace of him in the future.

He looked down at the book, and his eyes were no longer so blurry, and one stroke at a time, it was exactly those sixteen words.

At this moment, Zhang Yu was already able to slowly feel a trace of the charm, although it was very light, but it made his heart shake, and the origin of the Ling body in his body was stimulated by this powerful and inexplicably flowed.

His fingers moved, recalling the artistic conception of the old man when he wrote the sixteen words, following his strokes, and constantly copying.

Pointing up and down, just for a moment, as soon as he copied out a word, Zhang Yu felt that his whole body was weak, and his aura was consumed.

He collapsed to the ground, but his eyes were burning, and the word "sheng" appeared faintly in the void, which seemed very unreal, but a sharp feeling came from the handwriting, as if a new word could really determine life and death.

"With my current strength, I can only copy a single word, and it's still so dim. Speaking of this, Zhang Yu's voice changed, and he said: "But just this one word is enough to kill the fourth layer of Kun Realm in seconds!"

"Writing and sighing literature, after hundreds of thousands of years, is still in the world, I really don't know what it will cause. ”

Zhang Yu's face suddenly sank, and his eyes were cold, as if he was facing a great enemy, because this voice did not come from himself.

"Who?!"

Zhang Yu asked coldly, his tone trembled slightly, this person can appear in his cave without being noticed by himself, he is definitely not human.

"I called you to see me, but you were afraid, so I had to come to you. ”

Zhang Yu felt a sigh in his heart, and his body couldn't help but feel a little cold, but he tried his best to restrain his emotions.

"It turned out that Elder Baochen arrived, disciple Zhang Yu, to meet the elder!"

said that he wanted to worship, but he didn't kneel, but flashed directly outside the cave, because he could hear that Baochen's voice came from inside the cave, and he must have used some means of concealment to make himself unable to find out.

"Where?!"

Zhang Yu only heard Baochen's cold snort, and his steps had to stop, as if an invisible barrier appeared in front of him, blocking his steps.

"Elder Baochen, don't blame, you came in person, how can I not go out to greet you. Zhang Yu responded.

"Don't bother, I'm already in your cave!"

As soon as the words fell, a burly savage appeared in front of Zhang Yu, his face was expressionless, his body hung in the air, and a blood-red bead was moving around him.

A bad breath is coming, who can it be if it's not Baochen!

Zhang Yu immediately greeted him with a smile, and said respectfully: "The elder is here, I am really full of brilliance here, the cave is too simple, there is no tea, I will go to Senior Sister Qingling to get some for you." ”

As he spoke, his steps were about to move outward, but the barrier in front of him was as solid as a rock, and Baochen didn't want to let go of Zhang Yu at all.

"Don't bother!"

Baochen said coldly: "Not long ago, you asked me to recruit you at the cost of treasures, and I have done it for you, but you have not come to see me for a long time, don't you want to empty gloves white wolf?!"

"Eh" Zhang Yu's face was a little dazed, and he said, "What are you talking about, master?" I don't understand it at all. ”

Baochen snorted coldly, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes: "Xiao Xiaojuni, you dare to deceive this seat, I will let you understand today!"

As he spoke, the void shook, as if pierced by a sharp sword, and a spirit beast full of sharp thorns appeared out of thin air, at this moment, the entire cave was completely plunged into a seeping cold air, and a thick layer of ice crystals instantly formed on the cave wall, and the strong pressure made the entire cave begin to shake.

"Chill Beast, kill him!"

As soon as Baochen's voice fell, the eyes of the vicious spirit beast burst into a cold light, looking up to the sky and roaring, the dead cold air came out of its mouth, and the water vapor in the air became frozen, and its hind hooves stepped violently, wrapped in a shocking cold air, and rushed towards Zhang Yu.