Above the sky, the vast starry sky, in the direction of Beidou, there are two stars of Wenqu and Wuqu guarding. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wenqu Xing controls Wendao, and Wuqu Xing controls Wudao, the two cannot be used both, and they are also mutually reinforcing. Mortals who want to become martial arts and cultivate the Great Dao must obtain these two-star inductions.

In the desolate and barren land, in the thatched hut, the old dean personally demonstrated and taught Bu Wuwu how to use the talents of the literati.

In the night sky, the starry sky is vast, and the force is facing the direction of the Beidou. The posture is respectful, the recitation is reverent, and the presence of the literary song is sensitive. It was successful for the first time, and it even caused a hundred thousand in the sky, and Wenqu Star suddenly flashed a bright light.

Even the old dean was shocked, amazed by Bu's talent for martial arts, and even shocked that the disciple could even comprehend the words in his mouth and turn them into golden runes, which was really unexpected.

Drink!

After a while, Bu Dongwu shouted softly, with a slight force, and a cloud of spiritual light suddenly appeared on the top of his head, three inches above his head. The aura is pale gold, and the fist is big, like wood lit, and the firewood is red and bright.

Master, is that gas entrenched in the apprentice's brain a talent qi?"

The movement was retracted, Bu Dongwu stopped reading, pointed to the golden aura above his head, and looked at the old dean.

"Haha...... Apprentice, I can't imagine that your talent is so high, you can learn it as soon as you learn it. ”

"Just now, you have successfully sensed Wen Qu Xing, Wen Cai Tao is strategic, and from now on, you will be able to freely display your talent and power. ”

Looking at the aura of the spark burning above Bu Dongwu's head, the old dean nodded with satisfaction, in a very good mood, and told so.

At the same time, he took out an ancient book from under the cloth: "In addition, Master has a set of literati exercises here, which you can use to observe and learn, or you can use it as your skill against the enemy." ”

"Thank you, Master!"

Bu Dongwu was also excited, took the ancient book handed over by the old dean, and clearly felt the power of talent in his brain, and the real people seemed to be refreshed.

"Disciple, you now know how to use your talents, and the rest of the way is up to you. Master is only giving you a little guidance, so remember not to slack off on yourself and bury your talent. ”

After marveling at Bu Wuwu's talent and giving his beloved disciples a copy of the exercises, the old dean was a teacher and solemnly reminded Bu Wuwu not to slack off.

In the fifteenth year of the cold window, the wind and snow, the cold and warm self-knowing, the cloth can have today's full stomach, and the literary attainments are all obtained by him day and night, studying hard. You can see how determined his desire to learn is.

From now on, although he really mastered the use of talents, he was not too excited and arrogant.

Because he has not forgotten the pressure on his body, the royal family of the empire, the aggressive Yan clan. He knew very well that his small achievement at this moment was not worth mentioning at all in the eyes of those two clans, and he would only sneer.

Even if any master comes out of these two big families, it is enough to deal with it easily like an ant on the other side.

"Disciples listen to Master's teachings and will never slack off on themselves!"

The heart is not coquettish, the abandonment is not discouraged, Bu used force to quickly calm down his mood, and swore to the old dean.

"Apprentice, you are so young, you have such a state of mind, and you are very pleased to be a teacher. At this moment, the night is late, and you should go back to rest early. The teacher knows that you are eager for strength, but you must not be in a hurry and pull out the seedlings to help you grow!"

Seeing that Ai disciple had such an awareness, the old dean not only brightened his eyes, but also asked Bu Wuwu to go back to rest early.

"Master also rest early, apprentice leave for the time being!"

After this night, Bu Wuwu successfully mastered the method of using talents, and the whole person was completely renewed. Say goodbye to the old dean and leave the thatched hut.

"This son is definitely not a thing in the pool, and the achievements of Wendao in the future will never be under the old man!"

"I just don't know if the old man can see what he can achieve in his lifetime......"

Looking at Bu Wuwu who exited the grass hut, looking at the back, the old dean's heart was full of expectations.

......

On the west side, in the solitary thatched hut where Bu Qiwu lived, he said goodbye to the old dean, and returned to his residence.

Thirsty for learning and eager for strength, Bu Wuwu did not rest directly, but focused on the ancient books given to him by the old dean.

"Pen and Ink Zhenhai"?"

Sweeping the writing, the four-character title, the font is in italics, and it is engraved in front of the page.

Turning the pages of the book, Bu Wuwu found that what the old dean had taught him was a formation map, and the name of the formation was 'Pen and Ink Zhenhai'.

The first line of words that came into my eyes was: "Pen and ink Zhenhai, Wenzong-level exercises." Draw the sky with one stroke, paint the earth with one stroke, the bamboo pen is the soldier, the black ink is the symbol, the pen turns into the sea, and suppresses all enemies!"

"This is a formation map?! It is a formation map depicted with talent!" Turning the first page, Bu Wuwu determined the exercises of this ancient book, and his heart was very happy.

"Now that I can use my talent, if I can learn this formation again, I think that my strength will definitely surpass the past, and I am not afraid of any warrior below the Martial Spirit Realm. ”

Holding the ancient book in his hand and looking at the introduction of the formation in the book, Bu Dongwu's eyes were even more excited, and he began to practice overnight.

"Get a pen!"

He took the pen and ink, laid it flat on the wooden table, and used force to calm the excitement in his heart, and then began to cultivate.

This formation was the first exercise he practiced after his talent awakened, and he naturally cherished and concentrated on it.

When I saw him holding a bamboo pen, the end of the pen was dipped in ink, and he quickly put the pen on the white paper, so he had to depict it according to the exercise book.

"Huh, why did the brush suddenly become so heavy?"

I was eager to practice this formation, but when I used my pen and drew the first stroke according to the formation diagram, I found that it was difficult.

A bamboo pen, but one or two weights, can usually be rolled up with one finger. But at this moment, Bu Dongwu held a brush in his hand, as if he was holding a hundred-pound boulder, his whole arm trembled, and the ink on the tip of the pen was sprinkled on the ground.

"I didn't expect this formation to be so difficult to practice from the beginning!"

The sudden heaviness made Bu Wuwu's arm directly pressed against the wooden table, and he couldn't reach it. However, he is also very human and quickly adjusts his form.

A soft shout: "Talent gathers hands!"

In his heart, Bu Dongwu had just learned the method of using talent, so he used it here.

Cracking sound......

With one of Bu Wuwu's thoughts, he saw that the wisps of talent entrenched in his mind, as if he had been lured, obediently poured into Bu Wuwu's right arm.

"The strength of the right arm is increasing!

"It turns out that talent can really make a scribe's body stronger and give him a thousand catties!"

The use of force was only an attempt, and it is not known whether it will succeed. After discovering the talent pouring into his right arm, the strength of his arm that suddenly became stronger couldn't help but show excitement.

Of course, Bu Wuwu did not forget his desire for the exercises in front of him.

"Pen, up!"

Drink lightly again, press heavily on the top of the cloth, slowly lift the brush that weighs like a hundred catties, stabilize the pen shaft, fix the ink, and slowly fall the first horizontal on the white paper.

"One stroke is completed!" The first success made Bu Dongwu see a glimmer of hope in his heart.

"Continue!" rekindled his confidence, never stopped, and decisively drew a second stroke.

"The brush has gotten heavier!"

When I drew the second stroke, I found that the weight of the brush increased again, like a 300-pound boulder. The arm, which had just been steady, instantly became trembling again, and the ink was flying.

"I must learn this 'pen and ink Zhenhai' formation!"

"Talent and lose again!"

The brush that has become heavier again obviously makes it more difficult for Bu Wuwu, but Bu Wuwu, who has always had a firm personality, will not give up, and he is ruthless, desperately urging his talent to rush to his arm.

At the same time, beads of sweat began to appear on the forehead and face.

"Two strokes ......"

"Three strokes ......"

"Five strokes ......"

Stick to the pen, the more strokes, the heavier the brush. By the time Bu Dongwu reached the fifth level, the brush had reached a thousand catties, and his right arm was almost unable to move.

Looking at his whole person again, he was already sweating profusely, and his entire robe had been soaked, as if he had just walked out of the steam room, and his face was pale.

"It seems that now I can only hold on to the fifth stroke. ”

The fifth stroke was completed, no matter how the cloth used force to stimulate the talent, even the hair of the brush could not move a little, and the heart could not help but sigh.

And this 'pen and ink Zhenhai' formation, the number of martial arts has been counted, and there are nine strokes, which means that he can only barely finish half of the drawing now.

"I don't know what the power of this successful formation will be?"

Bu Wuwu knows the truth that if you want to hurry, you can't reach it, and after five strokes, it is difficult to continue, so you can only choose to stop writing. At the same time, I also want to see how powerful this half-successful formation is.

"Pen and ink Zhenhai, go!"

The pen stopped, and the paper danced, that is, I saw Bu Wuwu wave his big hand and wave out the half-successful array paper.

The paper was swung out of the house with the size of his palms and half a stroke.

Syllable!

When the paper flew out of the grass hut ten meters away, five feet high, it trembled violently, and suddenly shattered itself in the air and turned into scraps of paper.

At the same time, the shocking change changed in the next moment, and Bu Wuwu was shocked to see that the scraps of paper that had turned into countless scraps of paper seemed to have been cast in an instant, and they had evolved into droplets.

The droplet is the size of a small thumb and doubles in size with each millimeter it falls. After falling to a height of one meter, it reached the size of a basin!

You must know that at this moment, the water droplets in the sky that are like magically changing are not just one, but thousands of confetti.

It can be imagined that outside the thatched hut at this moment, thousands of water droplets with large faces in the sky are formed at the same time, connecting the city, like a vast ocean, what a shocking scene.

Three seconds later, tens of thousands of basin-sized droplets of water seemed to reach their peak and finally fell.

Boom!

Bang Bang Bang......

There is no doubt that the basin-sized droplets of water fall at the same time, like thousands of small meteorites. Falling on the ground, an earth-shattering explosion suddenly erupted, and deep pits were formed in the blink of an eye.

The violent bombardment lasted for several minutes before it gradually subsided, but the area where the water droplets fell had already turned into a vast ocean, with countless deep pits, and the picture was extremely shocking.

"This ...... The power of the formation is so terrifying, I'm afraid it's difficult for even low-level martial spirits to reach it, right?"

Bu Wuwu stood by the door of the thatched hut, looking at such a picture ten meters away, and the whole person was also shocked for a long time.

"I've only drawn half of it to have such power, if I draw all this formation, how terrifying will it be?"

At the same time, he was full of greater expectations for this exercise passed on to him by the old dean......

ps: Thank you for the wrong guidance of the 'Demon Road who sells sugar cakes' brother!