If there is a gap between Confucian scholars, they will take advantage of the weakness of each other's thoughts to punish their hearts. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

However, if it is a formal competition, the two sides will try to maintain the fairness of the conditions as much as possible.

In Zhang Yiyi's opinion, he came to this sand to practice writing several times a month, and Su Lin came here for the first time, which was naturally unfair to him.

Therefore, Zhang Yiyi proposed to let Su Lin try it first, at least to be familiar with what it is like to write in the sand.

"Brother Zhang, a true gentleman!"

Su Lin nodded and thanked him, "Then I'm welcome, indeed, I haven't written in such sand, and I don't know what it's like." ”

"Brother Su, according to my thoughts, you have so many credits in your hands, it's a pity that you don't come to this sand every day to practice calligraphy. Zhang Yiyi immediately smiled and said, for him, if it weren't for the shyness of the credits, he would definitely come to this sand every day to practice calligraphy.

"Oh, it seems that this sand is indeed a good place to practice pen!"

Su Lin glanced at the notice on the sand of practicing pen, and was also taken aback, the first sand, every quarter of an hour of use, costs five credits, and the second sand is immediately doubled, a quarter of an hour requires fifty credits, and the third sand is even more exaggerated, a quarter of an hour of use, actually costs a thousand credits.

Normally, a normal student in Guozijian works hard to do tasks or something, and after a month, it is already good to earn an average of one or two credits a day. That is, I earn about 30 to 60 credits a month, and this level, excluding the credit expenses of attending classes and reading some literature and books in the Guozi Prison, it is very good to be able to save one or twenty credits.

Therefore, except for students like Zhang Yiyi, who is obsessed with font calligraphy, who still has that extra credits to waste in the sand of practicing pen?

"Surin, this sandy place is indeed a good place to practice writing. But it's also relative to people, you see this sand, it's actually not ordinary sand, but a certain monarch of our Wu country, spent a huge amount of manpower and material resources, dug out from the bottom of the East China Sea, the heart sand......"

Su Ye whispered beside Su Lin, although he has not made great achievements in the Guozi Prison for so many years, but he has inquired about all kinds of secrets and the origin of the treasures in the Guozi Prison.

"Practicing Heart Sand, isn't that the same as the meteorite in the Misty Rain Trailing Forest? They can all be used to hone the Dao Heart and break through the Jinshi to reach a bachelor's degree?"

"It's so much more precious than a meteorite!"

Su Ye said with a smile, "Lian Xin Sand is only found in the ravines at a depth of 100,000 meters under the sea, except for the real East China Sea Dragon Clan and Deep Sea Killer Whales, there is no one else who can reach such a depth. Every grain of sand here is constantly condensed under the strong pressure of the deep sea, just like the human Dao heart, which must be constantly worn and compressed before it can be truly condensed. ”

"This Heart Cultivation Sand is for refining the Dao Heart, how could it be placed here and used to practice calligraphy? Isn't it a tyrannical thing?" Su Lin asked again.

"No!

Su Ye explained, "Although the effect of this Heart Refining Sand is more powerful than that of the Meteorite Heart Stone, it is not as direct to the Jinshi as the Meteorite Heart Stone, it can only indirectly condense the font and condense your Dao Heart through the process of writing words......

"I see, indeed! I haven't found any fantasy maze thoughts as powerful as the Meteorite in these deep-sea heart training sands, and it is conceivable that they condense the Dao heart by relying on that kind of pressure thought, not fantasy thoughts......

As soon as he said this, Surin was already clear.

To put it simply, there are two different ways to condense the Dao Heart, the first is to create an illusion and present your most feared and weakest points in your Wisdom Sea, constantly honing your Dao Heart.

And the second is this kind of heart sand, honing the Dao heart through high pressure, through calligraphy and writing, the pressure is transmitted to the past, and the effect of condensing the Dao heart is reached.

"It's not too early! Brother Su, I'll give you an hour to familiarize yourself with this sand for practicing calligraphy, how about it?"

Seeing more and more students coming here to see the excitement, in fact, this went against Zhang Yiyi's original intention, he just wanted to have a good competition with Su Lin, not really want to be in the limelight.

"An hour of time?"

Su Lin didn't have any specific concept of practicing pen in this sandy area, and he didn't know whether this hour was long or short.

"Isn't it enough? But, Brother Su, an hour is already a lot. I'm afraid that the time I spend practicing pen in this sand in a month will not add up to more than an hour. ”

Indeed, Zhang Yiyi smiled, his credits were limited, even if he came six times a month, even the lowest hundred catties of sand, it would cost thirty credits.

"That's enough!"

Su Lin actually didn't have a lot of certainty, but at this time, in his heart, he had no concept of winning or losing, and he could also feel that Zhang Yiyi actually didn't care about winning or losing, just to learn from himself.

This scene is a little funny, the two people who are really competing don't care who loses and who wins, but these onlookers are worried and guessing who can be better in their hearts.

"Okay! In that case, let me take a look at this heart sand!"

Saying that, Su Lin just wanted to throw his Spring and Autumn Pen out of the Qiankun bag, but suddenly remembered that the Spring and Autumn Pen was an artifact and could not be easily shown, and the other Wenbao pens on his body had already been worn out and thrown away, so he had to say to Su Ye beside him: "Brother Ye, lend me a pen!"

"No problem!Su Lin, then, this is a Jinshi Wenbao Demon Pen, which is made from the bones and wings of a three-colored phoenix chicken. ”

Without hesitation, Su Ye took out his best Wenbao, although it was only Jinshi Wenbao, but at that time, it was the top one among Jinshi.

"Thank you, Brother Ye!"

Holding the demon pen in his hand, Su Lin felt the power of a hundred birds and phoenixes in the mountains and forests from above, and then immediately held the pen and walked towards the hundred catties of sand.

After taking out the token and paying the five credits, Su Lin took a deep breath, jumped up with his pen, and slashed directly towards the sand.

Multiply......

Su Lin's demon pen fell on the sand, and he immediately felt an unprecedented resistance.

This kind of resistance, not from a specific direction, but from all directions, all the backlogged form, forming a very terrifying force, and then along the tip of the pen, directly transmitted to Su Lin's body......