On the second floor of the bamboo building, in Chen Yuan's room, the black and white goods were left to Chen Yuan and Lin Tian, and they were completely different. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

His body has a heaviness, he is strong, he is strong, and I have the courage to caress the mountain from the breeze.

If it's accompanied by music, it's a majestic sight.

It's a pity that Chen Yuan doesn't have the heart to appreciate it, he can't wait to put these two goods on the ground.

Just when the two of them were helpless, there was a burst of footsteps behind them.

When he looked back, it turned out to be the village chief, who was carrying a bamboo basket and followed by the villagers who were patrolling, and the villagers ran to find the village chief after realizing that the situation was wrong.

Chen Yuan told the village chief about this, and with the village chief's decades of knowledge, he was also a little confused, and he couldn't think of a way for a while.

The black and white goods lying on Chen Yuan's bed, his nose moved, and he suddenly popped the bamboo slip in his mouth, spit it on the ground, and got up and walked towards the village chief.

The high head, with a loud nose, is indescribably elegant.

Chen Yuan hurriedly stepped forward, picked up the bamboo slips that fell on the ground, carefully wiped off the saliva stuck to it, and after careful inspection, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Lin Tian asked, "Mr. Chen, how is it, can it still be used?"

One side of the bamboo slip has been bitten off by the second goods, however, the remaining part is still relatively complete, if it is used to write a large number of sacrifices, it is definitely not enough, but for the poetry known for its simplicity, it is still enough.

Chen Yuan replied while sorting out the bamboo slips: "It's barely enough, but what to write, you have to think about it, the manuscript prepared before is useless now." ”

On the other side, the village chief saw a tall beast walking towards him, although he knew that the bamboo-eating beast had a gentle temperament and would not hurt people, but his heart was still a little hairy, and even the villagers behind the village chief looked at the bamboo-eating beast that was getting closer and closer with a nervous face, his face was pale, and his legs were a little weak.

The black and white goods walked in front of the village chief, sniffed around him with their noses, as if they were looking for something, and soon, its head stopped on the bamboo basket carried by the village chief, sniffed at the bamboo basket, and the black and white goods looked up, looked at the village chief with a pair of round and watery eyes, and nodded at the bamboo basket from time to time.

"You want this?" the village chief asked, holding the bamboo basket in his hand.

The second cargo nodded vigorously.

The village chief handed over the bamboo basket, and the black and white goods approached and sniffed it, then stretched out his tongue and licked it, tilting his head, and doubts flashed in his eyes.

Half a salary, the eyes of the black and white goods flashed, the hooves gestured to the village chief a few times, and finally pointed to the bamboo basket on the top of the dead cover, the village chief showed a sudden look on his face, opened the lid of the bamboo basket, and took out a fresh bamboo shoot from it, the black and white goods saw the bamboo shoot in the village chief's hand, his eyes were brighter, his head stretched out, and the bamboo shoot was put into his mouth, and Kazkaz chewed it.

It's just that its eyes, while chewing bamboo shoots, look at the bamboo slips in Chen Yuan's hand from time to time, as if they are reminiscing about the deliciousness of the bamboo slips, and seem to be thinking about when to put their mouths.

Chen Yuan saw the black and white goods eating in the bowl and looking at the pot, and he was angry.

I took several deep breaths, and finally suppressed the anger in my heart, and at the same time kept suggesting to myself: "Life is so good, but I'm so irritable, not good, not good!"

In the end, I finally suppressed the gas.

Hold up the bookcase and take out a new bottle of ink, Chen Yuan plans to write the sacrificial words now, so as not to be eaten by black and white goods when he gets it, then he really wants to cry without tears.

"If you want to change the sacrificial text into a poem, you should choose an ancient poem, the number of words is less, and if there is a mistake, there is a chance to remedy it. ”

Chen Yuan thought about it and made a decision.

The mind sank into the consciousness space, and countless golden points of light were still floating in the consciousness space.

I made an ink oath with Song Qingshu and others before, and the ink mark generated was still bound by the white light in the consciousness space, and there was no sign of dissipation.

Chen Yuan "floated" to the point of light and looked at it carefully.

"Well, this one is okay. ”

"This one is almost. ”

"This one is too mediocre. ”

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Chen Yuan's mind was completely immersed in the space of consciousness, and he carefully selected suitable ancient poems.

Outside, in the eyes of the village chief and Lin Tian, Chen Yuan sat in front of the bookcase, his body was straight, immobile like a mountain, nothing could shake him, holding a pen in one hand and a golden silk and purple leaf bamboo slip in the other, his face was as calm as water, his eyes were slightly closed, the aura of Wenhua was diffused, and there was an inexplicable momentum condensing on his body, which made people take their breath away.

The village chief and Lin Tian couldn't help but slow down their breathing, for fear of disturbing Chen Yuan's thinking.

The villagers who came with the village chief had already rushed out of the house with their heads in their hands, hiding behind the door, secretly looking inside, even the black and white goods, seemed to feel something, the movement of chewing bamboo shoots in their mouths became slow, and finally they held it in their mouths and stopped chewing, staring at Chen Yuan with a pair of smart eyes, and their eyes flashed from time to time.

For half an hour, Chen Yuan searched for half an hour in the consciousness space, and was finally found by him.

The light flashed in his eyes, and the hand that had been holding the brush motionless slowly moved, and put the brush into the vial containing the ink, so that the pen was full of ink, and then the ink-stained brush fell on the golden silk purple leaf bamboo slip.

"In the past, there were sages who were known as saints. ”

In the past, there was a virtuous man in the human race, who was called a saint in the mortal world by later generations.

When the pen fell, there was a roaring sound, like thunder, like the ground moving.

Chen Yuan did not bother him, and showed the ancient poems that praised thousands of years of Chinese civilization in this strange world.

"The first cry, the vision !!"

Lin Tian read many ancient books in the ink pavilion, and saw the ordinary Jiupin students, at this time, when he heard the roar generated when Chen Yuan put down his pen, he naturally felt it and exclaimed.

The village chief asked excitedly, "What's going on, Mr. Chen will be fine, right?"

Lin Tian shook his head and replied: "According to ancient records, those shocking articles that came out for the first time, when the author put pen to paper, there will be a harmony of the Great Dao Lun sound, called the first cry, which is the most common vision. ”

After taking a breath, Lin Tian continued: "This first cry vision is accompanied by the sound of the Great Dao Lun, it is said that it can affect the Wenhua of a place, as long as it is within the coverage of the Great Dao Lunyin, the minds of all the readers will be improved, although not much, but ......."

He finally sighed: "Your village's luck!"

A smile bloomed on the village chief's face.

Chen Yuan was unmoved, his spirit gathered his pen, and one stroke fell, and the roar became more and more vigorous.

"Heaven is open to civilization, and Canggong is good at showing. ”

Heaven and earth, who have nurtured the human race and provided help for the development of civilization for the human race, Cangjie Gong is the most capable of creating miracles.

At this time, the tip of the pen flashes with a little cyan light, and on the bamboo slip, a little bit of gold appears.

"At the beginning of the ancient times, the knotted rope passed through the universe. ”

In the beginning, people used knotted straw ropes to record the laws of heaven and earth.

"Thinking about the fate of birds, the word is studied in six meanings. ”

Cangjie Gong thought about observing the form of birds and beasts, and explored the laws of words with six arts.

Chen Yuan put down the pen, and the tip of the pen gave birth to cyan lotus flowers, accompanied by golden floating light, which was beautiful. It is a vision of "pen falling lotus life".

The words are shocking, and the pen is crying ghosts and gods. ”

Every time Cangjie Gong creates a word, it will alarm the heavens and the earth, rain and rain, and even the gods and ghosts will be afraid of the power of Cangjie Gong and cry.

"Merit and creation are neighbors, and the Tao is longevity. ”

Gong Cangjie, your merits can be compared with the creation of heaven and earth, and your avenue will be like that of heaven and earth, and you will live forever.

Chen Yuan's last stroke fell, and the heaven and earth were inexplicable, the sound of the wind, the sound of rain, and the sound of ghosts crying and howling suddenly sounded.

Countless powerful auras swept across the heavens and the earth, and immediately after, one secret order after another was issued.

"East!"

"Go find that person!"

"Find that person, kill him, and don't let the Terrans have another Cangjie. ”

"Go to the East, find that man, and do whatever it takes to protect him. ”

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