"Long Wuhou, I also know your situation, so I still advise you not to waste the only valuable items left on your body because of a whim. ”

The middle-aged scholar is kind-hearted, the previous Yang Yi's reputation was too bad, whether it was people who knew him or those who didn't know him, they didn't believe that Yang Yi could write a book.

"Thank you for reminding me, but I have made up my mind to write a book, and I ask you to send someone to bring pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. ”

Yang Yi shook his head indifferently, urging the other party to send the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

At Yang Yi's request, the scholar quickly asked the scholar to bring the human-grade pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

This set of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, there are a total of fifty pieces of spirit paper, and the ink is roughly enough to write about fifty sheets, if it is not enough, it can only be purchased separately.

"Someone wants to write a book here, and they still use human-grade pen, ink, paper, and inkstone?"

"It's Long Wuhou, it's a pity. ”

"It's a waste, don't say that you can use a human-grade pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, even if you give him a high-grade pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, it is impossible to write a spiritual book. ”

As soon as the people in the Lingshu Pavilion heard that someone wanted to write a book, they all looked sideways.

When they heard that the author was Long Wuhou, some of them shook their heads and stopped watching.

However, there are also people who take a few steps forward, intending to join in the fun.

Their expression, Yang Yi naturally didn't care.

"Yue'er, I'm going to start writing now, you help me study ink by the side, and don't let outsiders disturb me by the way. ”

Yang Yi stared at the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and took a deep breath, then picked up the spirit pen and wrote three big characters "Chongxu Sutra" on the first piece of spirit paper.

The writing of the savage world is more complicated than the writing on the earth, but fortunately, when Yang Yi inherited this body, those who had knowledge about words were inherited.

Even writing is no exception.

The only regret is that Yang Yi's handwriting is not very good-looking, and because of the change of soul, the handwriting written down has no highlights at all, and it can only be understood.

"Chong Xujing!"

After Yang Yue saw Yang Yi's three words, she read them out in a low voice.

After that, under Yang Yue's gaze, Yang Yi finally wrote the text.

Chong Xuan Sutra, Chapter 1 - Yu Gong Moves Mountains.

Taihang, Wangwu two mountains, seven hundred miles square, ten thousand miles high. This is in the south of Jizhou and the north of Heyang

This is the book written by Yang Yi, from the "Chongxu Sutra" on the earth.

"Chongxu Sutra" was originally written by Liezi during the Warring States period of the Earth Celestial Empire.

This book is a book of fables, of myths.

Although the articles in it have great truth, they involve myths, so they are not very famous on earth.

Yang Yi also used to be in school, and he happened to learn that Yugong moved mountains, and then he curiously looked up the "Chongxu Sutra" and roughly read the original text of the "Chongxu Sutra".

After Yang Yi graduated, this "Chongxu Sutra" had long been forgotten by Yang Yi.

But when he came to the wild world, he inexplicably wrote down all the words of this "Chongxu Sutra".

Now, every time Yang Yi writes a word, he can feel a huge will watching him.

He guessed that this will should be the law of heaven and earth.

Once what Yang Yi writes is not recognized by the world, then the laws of the Heavenly Dao will make the spirit paper go up in smoke.

At first, Yang Yi was also a little worried, because there were no Taihang and Wangwu Ershan in the wild world, but there was nothing abnormal about the laws of heaven and earth, and they were still just monitoring him.

"The foolish man of Beishan is ninety years old, and he lives facing the mountain. Punish the fortress in the north of the mountain, and enter and exit the detour. ”

Yang Yue studied ink for Yang Yi while whispering to the reader the content of the book.

When she read the last sentence of the language, that is, "When the god of the snake hears it, he is afraid of it, and he tells the emperor." The emperor felt his sincerity and ordered the two sons of the Kua'e family to bear two mountains, one in the east of Shuo, and one in the south of Yongnan. Since then, the south of Hebei, the yin of Han, has no long to break. At this point, a light breeze suddenly blew in the Spirit Book Pavilion.

Then, another round of bright moon appeared out of thin air in the hall on the first floor of the Spirit Book Pavilion.

"The breeze blows on the body and the moon shines on the soul, this is the vision of the fulfillment of the spiritual book!"

After Mingyue appeared, someone immediately exclaimed, and then turned his gaze to Yang Yi, who had just stopped the spirit pen.

Not only him, but all the eyes in the hall at this time were focused on Yang Yi.

Even the Xuanling County Lord, who had just walked into the door, looked at Yang Yi with an expressionless face and concentrated on writing with an unbelievable look.

"Spirit book, he actually wrote the spirit book!"

It's no wonder that Lord Xuanling is so surprised, it is really a spirit book born from Yang Yi's hand, which is too unacceptable.

How difficult it is to write a spiritual book is well known to people in the entire savage world.

Even in Xuanwang City, with a population of up to three million, there will definitely not be more than ten spiritual books born in a year.

If you're unlucky, you might not even have five copies.

Throughout the ages, I don't know how many people who have read hundreds or thousands of books have found it difficult to write a spiritual book.

However, today, a spiritual book was born in Yang Yi's hands.

Who is Yang Yi?

It was the Marquis of Gentlemanhood, who had not read all ten books in his life.

But such a person actually wrote a spiritual book, how can this not be shocking.

"How is this possible for you!"

The middle-aged scholar with the smell of books was also very shocked after seeing this vision.

The reason why he was shocked was not that Yang Yi had written a spiritual book, but because Yang Yi's book had not yet been written, it had already become a spiritual book, and it also led to the vision of heaven and earth.

That's right, the Yugong Moving Mountains that Yang Yi just wrote is just an article in the Chongxu Sutra, and it can't be called a book.

But just such a chapter has reached the standard of the spiritual book, attracting a fresh breeze and a bright moon shining on the soul.

Moreover, with the blessing of the breeze and the bright moon, Yang Yi's wounds outside his body and the dark wounds in his body were all restored at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In addition, the breeze also blew away the dust on Yang Yi's face, hands, and hair, making him feel as if he had just finished showering.

As for Yang Yi's clothes, they are not needed, because they are a special kind of clothes.

"Brother, you succeeded, you wrote the spiritual book!"

After Yang Yue saw Yang Yi's body recover as before, she threw herself into his arms in surprise, leaving tears of emotion.

She has always hoped that Yang Yi can become a talent and revitalize the title of Long Wuhou.

But she never imagined that this wish would come true so quickly.

"No, I haven't succeeded yet, I'm just writing a chapter of the Chongxu Sutra now, and I can only be considered completely successful when I finish writing the following chapters. ”

Yang Yi gently rubbed Yang Yue's hair and whispered to her about the current situation.

After hearing this, Yang Yue hurriedly left Yang Yi's arms and said excitedly: "Brother, your book has summoned visions and achieved the spiritual book in just one chapter, if you write it all down, you may be able to make it to the holy book list." ”