"Let's go. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" As soon as the thought moved, the Chinese Qi of the heart eye immediately operated, and instantly along the meridians of the right arm, condensed into a thin line to burst out of the index finger of the right hand. In the blink of an eye, a text was written on the wall in front of him, unhurriedly.

"The water is not deep, if there is a dragon, the spirit...", the difficulty continues to increase, four words appeared on the wall behind the front, and eight words appeared directly after the first sentence was completed.

At the same time, the strength of the frontal wall to absorb the atmosphere is also increasing.

"It turns out to be constantly changing. Cui Wen immediately controlled his tone to speed up his writing, and at the same time, he had to concentrate on two things, always observing the words flashing quickly on the wall behind him.

Gradually, Cui Wen found that the assessment process was more difficult than he guessed, and it was much more difficult.

First of all, the font flickering on the wall behind is flickering more and more rapidly, and the front wall absorbs the strength of the tone, which changes from time to time. Sometimes it is strong, sometimes it is weak, and if the absorption intensity is strong, if you don't control the tone, I'm afraid it will be sucked dry in an instant. If the intensity of absorbing the literary qi weakens instantly, I am afraid that it will be too much of the literary qi, resulting in the internal qi not being able to support the completion of writing 100 words.

After all, Cui Wen is only a third-order scholar, and his body is not strong.

Then, the intensity of the front wall absorbing the atmosphere became more and more elusive.

Therefore, this is quite strict for Cui Wen's control of the literary atmosphere, and it is only the initial stage to collect and release freely, and it is possible to complete the assessment only when it reaches the microscopic stage.

Strong, weak, weak, strong...

Half a quarter of an hour later, the strength of the frontal wall absorbing the culture was completely disordered, and there was no trace to be found.

If you usually practice calligraphy, Cui Wen can write 200 words in half an hour, but now, he only writes two crosses, which can be imagined as difficult.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Cui Wen went to school in his previous life to memorize "The Burrow". Nowadays, it is impossible to memorize the full text, but with a little prompting, you can remember it immediately.

Time passed quietly, and Cui Wen's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, but at the moment, he had no time to take care of anything else, and all his attention was on controlling the use of Wen Qi.

Cursive calligraphy is like nature, like a continuous drizzle...

This is the stroke of the literati, just like the blade of the swordsman, which is closely related to the character of the master. Cui Wen has a tenacious personality and never gives up, with occasional interruptions in cursive calligraphy, and the pen is constant...

At this moment, Cui Wen seems to have a little realization in his heart, after all, the characteristics of cursive calligraphy are the strokes of saints, even if the cultivation reaches the stage of conformity, it is just a continuation of the avenue of predecessors.

History records that many calligraphers have developed their own unique brushstrokes on the basis of their predecessors, and eventually become a generation of calligraphers.

Cui Wen's cursive calligraphy has been in the lean stage for several months, and although it is only one opportunity away from entering the lobby of the micro-viewing stage, it has never been able to take that step.

He could barely keep up with the changes in the strength of the tone on the wall, but he was far from reaching the realm of doing whatever he wanted, which was the reason for that step.

"My own unique brushstroke..."At this moment, Cui Wen suddenly realized.

Immediately afterwards, his pen abandoned the interruption in the strokes, and gave birth to a momentum of moving forward, even if the sword mountain and the sea of fire, he was not afraid of fearless courage.

Previously, when the wall absorbed changes in the intensity of the tone, his brushstrokes would be interrupted. Now, when the wall absorbs the change in the intensity of the culture, he rushes straight through, with a momentum of moving forward between the clouds and water.

Cui Wen's eyes were closed, but his expression was extremely relaxed, and the remaining few crosses were completed in an instant within a few breaths.

When the full text was written, a literary qi fell from the sky in vain, and Cui Wen's heart observed that the literary qi was directly integrated into the bones of the body along the meridians, and the bones after refining became as smooth as jade.

"Calligraphy has entered the micro-viewing stage!! outside the secret room, Chen Buddha and the three of them were dumbfounded, and their hearts were shocked beyond words.

Shocked, Mo Guan sighed with emotion: "The literary qi is quenched, not only is it as simple as advancing to the stage of viewing micro, as I expected, he should have developed his own unique brushstroke." Only then did it lead to the tempering of the bones, and then the calligraphy reached the micro level and the realm was improved. ”

"Not bad!" said Warber, nodding heavily.

Looking at the figure in the secret room, Chen Fo's eyes changed, and he whispered to Hua Bo: "Hua Bo, what kind of posture should I take to intersect with Brother Cui?"

"Treat each other with sincerity!" Hua Bo gave Chen Fo a four-character mantra.

In the secret room, looking at the full text of "The Burrow" on the wall in front of him, with two completely different brushstrokes before and after, Cui Wen was overjoyed: "Fourth-order scholars, calligraphy in the micro-viewing stage..."

Promoted to the fourth-order literati, coupled with the micro-calligraphy, and with the three forms of calligraphy, Cui Wen's combat effectiveness skyrocketed. But he didn't seem to be satisfied, and a trace of regret appeared in his eyes: "If I can get the cultivation method of four-phase calligraphy, I should be able to compete with a fifth-order scholar." ”

Sorting out his mood, Cui Wen walked out of the secret room.

"Cui Gongzi, if you are a great talent in the world, isn't it a Wenqu star who has descended to earth?" It is really unimaginable that a third-order scholar has actually completed the Wenwu Pavilion literary assessment. Not only that, but he also refined his own unique pen in the assessment, and he was promoted to the view of micro-level to quench his literary spirit.

This, this...

Regardless of the facts, it is difficult to express the shock of your heart in words.

On the top floor of the Four Treasures Building, since the establishment of Wenwu Pavilion for hundreds of years, only eight literati have been received, and Cui Wen is fortunate to be the ninth.

The interior decoration is extremely luxurious, with a pleasant fragrance emanating from the dragon's smoked ink ingots.

The dragon smoked ink ingot, its fragrance can fix the mind and condense the heart, and it is a good product for literati when they read and practice. Of course, its price is also expensive, as high as 20,000 taels of silver for one ingot. Even if you receive the first eight literati, you are reluctant to use it, but tonight is different, and it is completely worth it.

Mo Guan buried himself in sorting out Cui Wen's information, and his heart was shocked like a tide, and each wave was stronger than the other.

After a while, Manager Mo raised his head and smiled: "Young Master Cui, I want to confirm one thing." ”

"What?"

Manager Mo looked at Cui Wen cautiously, and carefully selected the words: "Dare to ask Cui Gongzi's birthday, how much do you study and practice?"

The Wenwu Pavilion cultural test assessment seems simple, but in fact, the assessment process is outrageously harsh. This is because the foundation of writing is to use one mind for two purposes, and the most difficult thing is to master the practitioner's tone and the requirements for the realm of calligraphy.

There are generally only two kinds of people who pass the literary assessment, one is a literati with a profound cultivation realm, and the other is a young genius with outstanding talent.

And the first eight are all the former, so don't worry about it.

Cui Wen naturally belongs to the latter, and he does not hide it, and says truthfully: "The younger generation is fifteen this year, and he should study and practice for half a year. ”

"By the way, this year's Lantern Festival, the younger generation is over 16. Cui Wen added.

Syllable!

The corners of his eyes twitched, and he hurriedly went under the desk to pick up the brush that had fallen due to hand trembling, and got out of the desk for a while: "When Gongzi Cui is born, I will definitely come to congratulate Gongzi." ”

"Haha, then you have to prepare some generous gifts, but you can't ruin the reputation of Wenwu Pavilion. Cui Wen laughed.

"Wenwu Pavilion is famous, reading and practicing can not lack the four treasures of the study, don't worry about things and want to congratulate Brother Cui, you can't be too shabby, right?"

Hua Bo shook his head and said with a smile: "The Four Treasures of Wenwu Pavilion can come here, it is a big face, and the congratulatory gift is only secondary." ”

"Haha, yes, yes, yes. ”

In the face of Cui Wen's jokes and jokes, Mo Guan thought it was true, and his expression was solemn: "Being able to get to know a young talent like Cui Gongzi is really my gospel, and I can't be too shabby." Otherwise, not only will the reputation of Wenwu Pavilion fall, but also the name of Gongzi. ”

Immediately, Steward Mo quickly sorted out the information into the warehouse, and after a while, he took out a crystal clear blue crystal and presented it with both hands: "Cui Gongzi, this is a literary reading, as the logo of the elite of Gongzi's Wenwu Pavilion, we will give you twenty sets of scribe clothes for free every year, and..."

Cui Wen looked blankly at the 'Wenyue' in his hand, according to Xia Jaw, the price of Wenyue was as high as hundreds of thousands of taels. Today, not only are they given free readings, but they also receive 20 sets of scribe's clothes for free every year, and there is no limit.

Chen Fo walked over and said with a smile: "Brother Cui, reading is a treasure that everyone in the world envies, and it is an indispensable treasure for reading and practicing!"

"Not only that, but Wen Yue can also communicate with the Wen Xuan God Realm, which is the place that the people of the world look forward to. Steward Mo introduced: "In the Void God Realm, there is an ancient saint temple, and entering the temple to practice is twice the result with half the effort. ”

"Oh, there's such a place, I'd like to see it. Cui Wen was moved, and then asked: "Don't worry about things, ask the juniors what to do." ”

"Please drop a drop of blood on the reading, and then connect with your heart and eyes..."

Cui Wen acted according to his words, and the blood dripped on the reading, and suddenly the glory and prosperity were intertwined. I saw Cui Wenbao's solemn appearance, and after a while, Wenyue turned into a blue streamer and integrated into the lower abdomen, hanging above the heart's eyes, and Zhou Gongyin.

Immediately, Mo Guanshi's palm covered Cui Wentian's spirit cover, and he shouted softly: "Stick to the spiritual platform, relax your nerves..."

Swish!

The scene changed in vain, and in Cui Wen's sight, it was a strange world, filled with the sound of reading, and literati and rioters could be seen everywhere, as if it was a busy city.

But it is different from the downtown area, where there are small people fighting wells, and there are also robbers and bandits...

And here, it's all readers!

Occasionally, I can feel the literati descending from the sky, and sometimes I can see literati fighting in groups. I learned from Steward Mo that the literati fought in groups, but in fact they were really fighting for the right to practice in the temple.

Wandering around for half a pillar of incense time, Cui Wen returned to reality.

"Cui Gongzi, taking people into the Void God Realm consumes a lot of Wen Qi and soul, and it is fun, when Gongzi Cave is happy, he can go to the Void God Realm to dig by himself. ”

Although Mo Guan's face was as usual, Cui Wen still felt his weakness.