In the Yuanfeng Teahouse, there was silence at this time. The eyes of everyone www.biquge.info all focused on Bai Fengqiao.

At the door of the teahouse, surrounded by people watching the excitement, the news that the descendants of the Qin family were assassinated was spread by people with good intentions in a short period of time. Now, there are countless pairs of eyes staring at this, how will the Qin clan react? What will be the reaction of the official family? These are the things that the big people in the city care about.

Chen Yuan was too lazy to guess the thoughts of those big people outside, but now, he only cared about one thing, which word was Bai Fengqiao writing?

The time of Kaifeng Dao pen is not short, but Chen Yuan can still only write three Tao characters, among them, one is the "Ding" character that was completed by him at the Kaifeng Literary Conference, which has been transformed into an illusory big Ding at this time, suppressed in the consciousness space; the second is the "fire" character comprehended at the Kaifeng ceremony; and the last one, it is a bit reluctant to say that it is a Taoist character, in essence, he can't say that "Yan", a character constructed from three "fire" characters, is not a Taoist character, but from the perspective of power, it is more than enough.

It's a pity that Chen Yuan found that in addition to these three words, the other words couldn't be understood at all, and they could be written, but they were useless.

Now that there is an opportunity to learn new Taoist characters in front of him, how can he let it go?

"Strange?"

Staring at the traces under the tip of the pen, Chen Yuan had a very strange sense of disobedience in his heart, and he could clearly see every step written by Bai Fengqiao, but he just couldn't connect them in his mind.

I just want to tell you that a word has horizontal and vertical ...... These strokes, and then you have to write out the word, hehe, you can write it.

Now, Chen Yuan is facing this problem, he can see the strokes, but the structure of this character?

I don't know!

Chen Yuan smiled bitterly, sure enough, things are not so easy, if you just need to look at it, you can learn Taoist characters, isn't it just to find a few more students who master different Taoist characters, you look at me, I look at you, and you will learn all three hundred words?

So, where is the use of book clubs to teach students?

"Interesting, look at me!"

Chen Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes became wooden, and no one noticed that he had already put his mind into the space of consciousness.

Entering the consciousness space, it is still a scene that has not changed for thousands of years, Dading suppresses the void, the spring and autumn pen, and the heavenly way is warmed in the blue flames. The only difference is that the Yuan Mo, which was originally calculated in drops, has turned into a pool of purple gold pool water at this moment.

His mind moved, and his eyes shifted to Dingkou, he had entered a strange realm through this giant Ding at the opening ceremony, touching the long river of time. In that realm, it seems that we can see the mystery of time and analyze the root of things, and it can be said that in this realm, everything can be divided.

It's a pity that it takes a lot of effort to maintain that state, and Chen Yuan doesn't know how long he can maintain it with his current mind.

He is very curious now, after entering this kind of realm, can he see through the reality of Bai Fengqiao's words and learn them secretly?

Just do it when you think of it, Chen Yuan's heart moved, and the power hidden in his heart continued to enter the Dading Ding body.

Hum, the body of the tripod shook, the incomplete patterns on the body of the tripod began to reveal a trace of light, plants, birds, beasts, ancestors, all kinds of patterns on the tripod body seemed to come to life.

Chen Yuan had no intention of looking at the vision on Ding's body, at this moment, his whole mind had been invested in the illusory and real river of time.

Outside, no one saw it, Chen Yuan's eyes flashed a different color, and in the dark pupils, a simple and heavy pattern appeared, shallow with a faint gold.

"Huh?" Gongsun Hongyan glanced at Chen Yuan if he realized it, but because he didn't find it, it was just a temporary illusion, so he didn't pay attention to it.

The excitement on Chen Yuan's face flashed, I don't know if it was because after the training, his mind had made great progress, in this state, he didn't feel very difficult.

"I see!"

Through the long river of time, the strokes of Bai Fengqiao's pen are no longer simple strokes in Chen Yuan's eyes. In his eyes, every time Bai Fengqiao drops a stroke, the yuan ink in the pen is not evenly distributed to every inch of this stroke, some places have more yuan ink, some places have less yuan ink, and even some special places are only connected by hair-like slender yuan ink.

His heart was shaken, Chen Yuan unconsciously began to "plagiarize" the white maple bridge, in the consciousness space, the Spring and Autumn Dao pen was in the air, and in the pond formed by the convergence of purple gold and ink, a stream of purple gold and ink turned into a dragon, volleying in the air, winding around the Spring and Autumn Dao pen, and the dragon's head just bit the pen. The Spring and Autumn Dao pen uses the void as paper and dances in the air.

"Hurry, hurry!"

Feeling the drastically reduced spiritual power in his heart, Chen Yuan's face showed a trace of anxiety, and when he saw Bai Fengqiao's slow movements, he couldn't wait to take a whip and whip it a few times.

Perhaps, you can write faster with two strokes of this product, Chen Yuan thought maliciously.

If Bai Fengqiao knew what Chen Yuan was thinking, maybe he would spray him on the spot, but looking at Bai Fengqiao's actions, after he finished writing, he couldn't stand still, and he said nothing.

Hard, as long as you open your eyes, you can see Bai Fengqiao's current situation: his clothes have been completely soaked with sweat, his originally gentle face now looks a little hideous, and on his forehead, a strand of scattered hair is tightly stuck by sweat, and from time to time there are one or two drops of sweat sliding down his cheeks.

To the surprise of everyone present, no matter how hard it looked, the straight body of Bai Fengqiao was still as calm as a mountain, and the hand holding the pen was the same, although slow and non-stop.

No matter how complex a word is, there will always be a time to finish it.

Almost at the last moment when Chen Yuan's spirit was about to be exhausted, Bai Fengqiao made the last stroke.

As soon as this stroke fell, the whole character lit up, and at the same time, an inexplicable wind blew out of nowhere, bringing a strange fragrance.

Chen Yuan only took a shallow breath, and then felt that the consumed spirit had recovered a little, and his muddy head was also clear.

Not only Chen Yuan, but also in the crowd, there was a faint commotion.

"It's so fragrant, what does it smell like?"

"Haha, my injured hand doesn't hurt anymore!"

"Immortals, it must be immortals who have come down to earth to save us!"

"Mom, Mom, Yaya's stomach doesn't hurt anymore, don't you need to take medicine!"

Not only inside the teahouse, but also outside the teahouse to watch the excitement, were also stunned by this strange scene.

Chen Yuan looked curiously at Qin Sheng lying on the ground, just the aftermath had this kind of great power, how magical would the main body of the character be?

The cyan glowing character did not turn into anything else, but fell lightly into Qin Sheng's chest, and then, a cyan light flashed.

......

"Gone?"

The onlookers looked at Bai Fengqiao with strange eyes, the front was so vigorous, sweating, and smelly, and now it was so blue, and then it was over?