Gu's small courtyard.

At this time, Gu Changsheng had forgotten the cold curse in his body, and his body and mind were already immersed in the mystery of painting!

On the scroll, an Angzang god is stepping on a hideous ghost, with a furious face, revealing a sense of masculine and rigidity.

When Gu Changsheng was in his hand, the moment the big pen stopped.

"Buzz!"

An invisible momentum surged from the small courtyard, and the originally gloomy courtyard actually radiated tens of millions of golden divine brilliance at this moment!

However, Gu Changsheng did not stop writing!

"......What is missing in this painting?"

He looked at the painting in front of him and muttered in a low voice, and after a while, a pair of eyes were getting brighter and brighter!

Zhong Kui's life can be described as a tragedy.

In the legend, he has few ambitions and great talents, but unfortunately although he is a jinshi, he is judged by the Tang Emperor by his appearance, and his appearance is ugly.

Disparage!

However, even if he is dead, his will still exists, and a wisp of loyal soul turns into ghosts and gods, which can capture all the evil ghosts in the world and wipe out the demons in the world!

This is a true hero!

"Curse of the Cold? Glamorous Spirit? Strange and rampant? Five products are dead? ”

Gu Changsheng took a deep breath, his eyes became brighter and brighter!

"Although some people die, they can still move the heavens and the earth and achieve the gods with their own ambitions!"

"When you are alive, you can't comfort yourself, and when you die, you are a god, and you can catch evil spirits!"

Gu Changsheng took a deep breath, lifted the large pen that had fallen next to him, dipped it in ink, looked at Zhong Kui, who was angry on the painting, and bowed his head slightly.

"I can live a new life, I should follow the example of my predecessors, forge ahead, and die without regrets!"

Pen down!

Mosan!

Poetry!

[A piece of loyal soul cannot be recruited, and there is an official robe in the dream. 】

[Although he does not eat thousands of bells in life, he is often proud of all countries when he dies. 】

[Hand Kui Mountain Dynasty to destroy ghosts, swallow the country and scream at night. 】

[I once took my little sister to ride a double deer, drunk and drunk with the autumn moon high! ] 】

Rumble!

The moment when the last word "high" fell.

Under the pen of Gu Changsheng.

There is a golden pillar of air, like a fountain.

Thousands of fist-sized golden buds poured out, covering the entire Gu family's small courtyard, illuminating the domain of this Nankang Mansion within a radius of thousands of miles, and then, it was the buds that bloomed, spitting out golden vitality flying rainbows all over the sky, pouring into the sky, and the auspicious clouds that did not disperse!

Xiangyun, boiling!

Vitality, convergence!

In the auspicious clouds in the sky, a golden bell phantom, quietly condensed, engraved with the rivers and mountains of the community, the mountains and rivers of the people!

"Boom!"

——

Tenkyo!

This city is so big, occupying thousands of miles of land, accommodating nearly one million people, and the prosperity of the world is nothing more than this.

This place is, the capital of the Great Zhou!

At this time, the night was deep, the court dispersed early, and the officials of the Great Zhou had already rested.

But at this moment.

In the depths of the overlapping pavilions, in the Humane Sacred Courtyard, there was a low bell ringing!

"The bell rings!?"

Shu State Mansion, when Qin Yi'an, the first master of the dynasty, suddenly opened his eyes, Huo Ran got up, stood outside the window, and looked at it fixedly!

But it was the golden light in the sky, which brightened his eyes!

Meanwhile.

The entire capital of the Great Zhou.

Since the Taishi, officials of all sizes have woken up from their sleep!

"The bell of Zhenguo is ringing, and I have the birth of Zhenguo in Da Zhou? Great joy, great joy! ”

A scarlet-robed official laughed and woke up his family, "Quickly prepare pen and ink, this official will write a chapter to congratulate Your Majesty!" ”

Obviously, there are a lot of smart people in this Great Zhou capital.

At the moment when the town bell rang.

Many officials wrote a piece of music for the first time and sent it to the palace!

Not long after the empress ascended the throne, the dynasty was made by the town.

This is a great joy and a great auspicious sign!

"I just don't know, who made this work of the town?"

Many officials, while writing hard, are secretly speculating.

As for this work of the town, it doesn't matter which kind of poetry, calligraphy and painting it is.

The important thing is who this masterpiece of the town and country comes from!

If you know, you have to hurry up and find a way to get the original manuscript from that talent!

To know.

The original manuscript of Zhenguo's work is a member of the first product of the dynasty, and it is placed in the official residence, which also has great benefits!

Not to mention the assistance in cultivation.

It is only in the work of Zhenguo, the nourishment of luck contained in it, to say the least, can be compared, and the luck born of the three-grade official position every day!

Just when the whole Tianjing was boiling.

In the depths of the Forbidden Palace, in the Fengtian Palace.

A woman with a gorgeous crown and majestic meaning that people didn't dare to look up at all, at this time her embroidered eyebrows frowned slightly, looking at the music in her hand, which had just been sent.

At this time, the night was dark, but the woman who was almost immortal did not show half sleepiness, and her eyes were full of worry.

"Your Majesty, there is a piece of music from Master Qin."

At this moment, outside the Fengtian Temple, a respectful voice came.

"Put it down."

Woman, no, to be precise, is the new monarch of the Great Zhou Dynasty today, and it is also the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty, the first empress in a thousand years, and her beautiful eyes reveal a little boring.

She had already received too many of these pieces that night.

In the Holy Courtyard, the bell of Zhenguo rang, resounding through Tianjing, she lived in the deep palace, and she could hear it.

Merely.

The work of Zhenguo?

The Empress shook her head.

Since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, although this demon and monster has been suppressed repeatedly, as long as it finds an opportunity, it will cause chaos in the world!

And now, these ghosts obviously feel that they have just ascended the throne and the throne is unstable, and it is a good time for them to make a move!

Less than three months.

More than half of the thousands of counties in the Great Wednesday have been invaded by these demons.

For the current big week.

A work of the town and the country is good, but the added bit of national fortune is just the icing on the cake.

For the current rampant Great Zhou, the rampant demonic difficulty, but it can't have much effect.

"It's just that these people think it's a good opportunity to let them do some practical things, but they are procrastinating, but they are singing praises and virtues, and they are all good!"

The empress glanced at the pieces piled up on the table, and the corners of her vermilion lips set off a mocking sneer, and after a while, she sighed as if deflated.

At the end of the day, these are human nature.

Everyone else is on the chapter, but they don't go up, but they seem to be dissatisfied with the heavenly family.

"That's it, after all, it is the work of Zhenguo, and it has merit in the country, and it deserves a big reward."

The empress shook her head, and subconsciously wanted to pass on someone to come and draft the decree.

Just, at the moment when she spoke.

Inside the sanctuary of humanity.

Hanging high in the sky over Tianjing, like Anping County, it is also a projection of the Zhenguo bell that radiates tens of millions of golden light and shines in all directions.

It trembled slightly.

Then.

But again, a low bell!