Holding the Tianya Demon Pen in his hand, Su Lin did not believe in evil and wrote other words and verses on the Shengli Golden Page paper again, but it was clear word by word, but when he wanted to write pinyin characters, he did not leave a trace at all. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's really strange that ordinary paper and pen and ink can write pinyin characters. I can't write it with holy power, so I'll try ordinary paper again!"

Su Lin put away the Shengli Golden Page and the Tianya Demon Pen, picked up the ordinary brush and paper, stained it with black ink, and just drew a few strokes, as soon as the entire pinyin glyph was formed, it immediately spontaneously combusted without fire, and burned the entire paper to the ground.

"Brother, what are you doing? Why is there a fire on the table?"

At this time, Su Ru, who got up early, went to Su Lin's wing room to look for him, but was startled by the flames on the desk.

"Ru'er, why did you get up so early?" Su Lin hurriedly extinguished the flames on the table, and said to Su Ru with a smile, "Didn't my brother say that he wanted to teach you to recognize words?" So I thought of a way to create some characters in pinyin, so that you only need to learn the method of pinyin, and then note out the pinyin next to each new word, you can learn without a teacher, greatly improve the efficiency of literacy and literacy, and there is no need to memorize by rote." ”

"Is there really such a way? That's great. Brother, yesterday Mr. Hua not only taught me to practice the piano, but also taught me to read and write. If no one taught me, I would not have been able to recognize words by myself. If there is really this kind of pinyin that my brother said, Ru'er can recognize a hundred a day...... No...... That's 500 words!"

Su Ru grinned, stretched out five fingers, and then grabbed Su Lin and said, "Brother, teach Ru'er this good method! Mr. Hua wants me to recognize twenty words every day! Ru'er feels that her little head is about to blow up!"

"No...... Ru'er, you see, I have come up with this solution. However, there is no way to write these pinyin. As soon as it is written on ordinary paper, it will spontaneously combust. And with the Holy Power, you can't write it at all......"

Su Lin pointed to the ashes of the paper on the table and said to Su Ru with a little headache.

"Wow! It seems that this pinyin invented by my brother is really a very remarkable thing. Brother, my husband told me yesterday that really great music scores cannot be written on ordinary paper, otherwise they will spontaneously combust without fire. It must be written with holy power, and it must also be the holy power of a great Confucian or even a half-saint, otherwise, as my brother said, there is no trace left behind the pen ......"

Su Ru blinked her big cute eyes, and while thinking back to what the pianist Hua Wuyue said to her yesterday, she looked at Su Lin eagerly, obviously eager to master the pinyin method that Su Lin said.

To a certain extent, the score is similar to pinyin. ”

Although the world does not have a musical notation like the stave on Earth, it has its own way of recording rhythm and melody. For example, the Book of Rites: Pitching Pots contains the rhythm spectrum of the drums of Lu and Xue when they shoot salutes: one symbol is painted as a circle, and the other symbol is painted as a box.

After listening to Su Ru's words, Su Lin asked suspiciously: "As far as I know, Ru'er, isn't Hua Wuyue, who taught you literacy and playing the piano, a girl's family? How can you have the holy power of a great Confucian or even a half-saint?"

"Brother, use the silver ticket! Mr. said that our women's family cannot obtain the rank and holy power by themselves, so we can only use the semi-holy power on the silver ticket. In the same way, when we play the qin music, we also have to put a silver ticket under the Wenbao guqin......"

Although Su Ru was a little naughty, she took her class very seriously yesterday, because Hua Wuyue told her that only if she learned the piano skills well, she could better assist her brother Su Lin in studying. So although Hua Wuyue talked a lot about it yesterday, Su Ru still wrote it down.

"Use the Holy Power on the Silver Ticket, okay! Then let me try it......"

After listening to his sister Su Ru's explanation, Su Lin took out a silver ticket of one thousand taels from his sleeve, but there was a brick of half-saint holy power on it, although he was now a child, he could only exert less than one-tenth of the power.

"The holy power of the demi-saint is really majestic, and there seems to be a trace of the half-saint cultivation thought of making this silver ticket. Before, I couldn't be aware of this kind of mind that lurked in the holy power, but now I have three ways of thinking, and I can see many things more thoroughly......

Su Lin used three ways of thinking to force out the brick and half saint power on the silver ticket, and then immediately picked up the Tianya Demon Pen, contaminated with the half-saint holy power and ink, his spirit was highly nervous, his thoughts were tense, and he used all his strength to wave on the golden page of holy power.

Zizi ......

The tip of the Tianya Demon Pen actually came out of the Holy Power Fire, making a piercing sound, and Su Lin's whole face was pale, and his spirit was overdrawn into the Tianya Demon Pen, and it was very difficult to write a pinyin character "ㄅ" on behalf of B.

As soon as the word "ㄅ" appeared, a dazzling holy light erupted. It is full of a mysterious ideological atmosphere, and it is the kind of subtle thought that is wise and foolish, and simplification. Filled the whole chamber, knowing that after a quarter of an hour, it slowly and restrainedly entered the word "ㄅ" on the gold page.

Call......

After writing this "ㄅ" character, Su Lin was sweating profusely, Zhihai was completely empty, his holy power was weak, and his thoughts of the three ways of thinking were also weak.

"This ...... It takes so much effort to write just a consonant...... Is this pinyin also regarded as an anti-heaven thing by the ideological system of the Tianren Continent? When I wrote the poems of Zhenguo, I didn't have such a hard time?"

Su Lin sat on the stool with his butt, and the Tianya Demon Pen could no longer hold it and fell to the ground, and the whole person's hands were constantly trembling, which was a manifestation of exhaustion.

"Brother, brother, what's wrong with you?" Su Ru was also frightened by this formation, and was stunned for a while before rushing forward, hugging Su Lin's arm, and asking with a concerned face.

After gasping for breath, Su Lin relieved himself, stood up with his body supported, waved his hand, looked at the word "ㄅ" on the Shengli gold page on the table, and said with a solemn gaze: "Ru'er, it's nothing." My brother just used too much force, but I'm afraid I won't be able to teach you this pinyin method so quickly......"

Now Su Lin, whose whole body was weakened from holy power to spiritual thought, could only barely maintain the walking movements of ordinary people, and he couldn't even cast the simplest holy power spell. Just this one "ㄅ" initial made him so prostration, and there were twenty-two initials and twenty-four finals, Su Lin felt that it was absolutely impossible for him to completely create pinyin with his current childlike position.

"Brother, Ru'er doesn't want pinyin, Ru'er will learn to read and write with Mr., don't want my brother to work so hard to create pinyin. ”

Su Ru couldn't bear to see Su Lin look so weak and painful, and shook her head with tears in her eyes.

"Ru'er, you stupid girl. After my brother is admitted to Xiucai, it won't be so hard. It wasn't long before it was half a month later. When the time comes, my brother will invent pinyin, and Ru'er will be able to recognize many words in one day. ”

Su Lin smiled, and was about to put away the Shengli Golden Page, but he didn't expect that the word "ㄅ" on the Shengli Golden Page actually flew out of the golden page by itself, suspended in mid-air, and then escaped into Su Lin's wisdom, floating above his Zhihai, and Su Lin's holy word "Qin" side by side.

"This ...... Is this the holy word......? The character 'ㄅ' I wrote has become the same existence as the holy character in the word forest?"

Su Lin's heart was pounding and beating wildly, what is the holy word? The holy word is the supreme force of this Confucian and Taoist world, and it is the materialization and condensation of a certain ideological force. In particular, each of them can be regarded as the holy word of a country.

And now, Su Lin found that the pinyin character "ㄅ" he wrote has become a similar holy character, and even the only holy character with greater power.

"No wonder! No wonder it is easy to write pinyin characters on ordinary paper for the first time, but when I understand the meaning and ideas of pinyin characters, ordinary paper cannot withstand such a huge and important thought, and it spontaneously combusts without fire. Only by writing with holy power can it be formed, and it must be done with the holy power of the semi-saint level. My Zhenguo poetry holy brick is only equivalent to the holy power of Confucianism at most, so I can't write pinyin characters at all. ”

Seeing the formed pinyin characters, Su Lin suddenly understood that creating pinyin was far more difficult than he imagined, and it was also more significant than he imagined for the nine kingdoms of the Tianren Continent.

At the same time, Surin also understood that the Holy Power was measured in bricks. But it is also a distinction between levels, and there is a huge difference between a brick of holy power of a child and a brick of holy power of Xiucai. In the same way, the brick of the holy power of Tongsheng and the brick of the holy power of the Great Confucian are even more worlds apart.

And Su Lin wrote the poems of Zhenguo, and the poems and holy bricks rewarded by the Great Wall of Shengli were all equivalent to a brick of holy power of Confucianism. It's the same brick, but it's so powerful that I don't know how many times. It's just that because Su Lin is still only a child's literary position, his thoughts and literary positions can't keep up, and he can't exert his full power. Otherwise, the last time in the palace, the descendants of Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu, raised Xiang Tian's jealousy, and it was not just that his ribs were broken and he vomited blood.

Supporting his body, Su Lin picked up an ordinary pen again and wrote the word "ㄅ" on the paper, but it was effortless, and after writing, the word "ㄅ" was not abnormal, nor did it cause spontaneous combustion of the paper.

"Sure enough, as long as I write it with the Half-Holy Power for the first time, the word ㄅ will always exist in my Wisdom Sea, and I will be able to write it again as easily as any other text. ”

Confirming this, Su Lin breathed a sigh of relief, he was afraid that if every time he wrote pinyin characters seemed to be so difficult for the first time, there would be no way to mark all the Chinese characters.