Not far from the front of this gate, a long table of classical incense is quietly placed on it, and there are four treasures of the study on it, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Huang Zheng looked around and felt a little strange: "What is this third level?"

Gu Pofeng laughed: "Deputy Sect Leader Huang came to see the 'Divine Power Ancient Books', 'Zhushi Handwriting', these are the essence of my Divine Power Sect knowledge, the pinnacle of literature, people in the world think that we Xuanshi can only dance knives and guns, and kill people with an iron fist, today we will do the opposite, compare whose handwriting is better." ”

Wenbi?

The third level turned out to be Wenbi.

This was really unexpected by Huang Zheng.

The memory in his mind, the people who came before the Divine Power Sect, were all in the first level, and the second level was eliminated, and no one came to the third level.

I've thought about countless versions, but I didn't expect the third level to be Wenbi.

Hehe, Gu Pofeng smiled gloomily, Huang Zheng, your past, our investigation is clear, but it is Xiao Si, a house slave of General Fang's family surnamed Fang in Dachu, who can learn words and read books, it is already a blessing that you have cultivated in several lifetimes, and now, you are not dead.

"Divine Sect Hong Yi has seen Deputy Sect Leader Huang. ”

Just when Huang Zheng was stunned there, a thin young man in white, only in the early stage of Nedan, came to the two of them.

"Come, come, Deputy Sect Leader Huang, let me introduce to you, this Elder Hong is the elder of our Divine Power Sect in charge of the 'Divine Power Library', when he was still in the world, he was the champion of civil and military affairs in the seven provinces of the Great Qian Dynasty, nicknamed the king of the king to the broken intestines, the emperor personally wrote the first young bachelor in the world, learned to be rich and six cars, and was only high and nine buckets, today, let him compare words with you, if you write better than him, even if you win. ”

"Deputy Sect Leader Huang, it is difficult for you to have an opponent in the world, is there a problem with this competition? Of course, if you are really not good at writing, you can go to the secular or various sects of Xuanmen to find someone to compete for you. ”

Gu Pofeng laughed at Huang Zheng.

If not, can you find someone to replace you?

There are people, Da Chu Ye Piao's words can be turned into treasures, but can Huang Zheng find him? Even if he wins the competition, he will lose face if he passes it out.

This supernatural power sect is too insidious, even if others pass the first two levels, they will definitely die when they get here.

How many masters in the world can be the champion of civil and military affairs when they are secular in the world?

He stood there and pondered.

Seeing Huang Zheng's distressed appearance, everyone in the Divine Power Sect became excited, forgive you for being unparalleled in your supernatural powers, what about being invincible?

I've read for a few years, you little Si, dirt buns, uneducated barbarians.

Gu Pofeng smiled gloomily, Hong Yi was expressionless, and he had the demeanor of a Confucian scholar.

In the eyes of the two, Huang Zheng is bound to lose.

Writing is different from martial arts.

Warriors are easy to obtain, but books are hard to find.

It is not easy for a person to practice martial arts, and it is even more difficult to write words well.

There is only one person like Hong Yi, and there are only one million disciples of the entire Divine Power Sect.

"Deputy Sect Leader Huang, if you admit defeat, we can also do without this spiritual weapon, after all, we also know that not every Xuanshi can write as well as martial arts. ”

Gu Pofeng kept stirring Huang Zheng in contemplation.

"Okay, it's a dragon or a snake, it's better than the other, but I have a question, who has the final say on whether this character is written well or not?" Huang Zheng suddenly spoke, shocking the people of the Divine Power Sect.

"Does this kid know how to write? Why is he suddenly confident?"

"Fart, everyone can write, but this kid's writing is absolutely not good, he scares people. ”

"Our investigation is clear, he grew up in the Fang Mansion, and his writing is average, and we have all obtained the words he wrote in the Fang Mansion. ”

"How old is he? What are you panicking about? Hong Yi learned to write, it took him eighteen years, and now he has been writing for one hundred and eighty years, how old is this Huang Zheng? What are you panicking about?"

There was a lot of discussion in the Divine Power Sect in the distance, and Gu Pofeng in front raised his head slightly and looked at the ancient gate.

"This is the door of my supernatural library, the door of the collection of more than 100 million books, bringing together from ancient times to the present of a variety of ancient books, is the heaven and earth, many civilizations, wisdom, knowledge representatives, this door is called" sage of the sage 'the door of the saint', is the ancient sage of a great sage sage with a lifetime of blood to draw out of the door, this sage sage, written words, into the water into the fish, painted dragon, soaring and flying, and finally painted this door, from the drawing paper, really conjured out of this door, the sage also died of exhaustion. ”

"Whoever of you writes well, this door will be opened to whom, he is the essence and blood of the ancient sage, impartial, impartial, Huang Zheng, this, I Gu Pofeng can be guaranteed with personality. ”

Huang Zheng looked at this door and thought that there were still people in the world who called Ye Piaoling Ye Sage.

Hehe, isn't the saint wrong? Could it be that he is just and selfless, Ye Piaoling himself has done something wrong.

"Okay, let's start, Elder Hong, Huang Zhengcai is a shallow learner, let's take a look at Elder Hong's words first. ”

Hong Yi finally smiled at this time, the expression on his face has always been calm, at this time asked him to write, he finally had a smile, that kind of smile, it was a confident smile, obviously, he was very confident in his words for more than a hundred years.

He walked to the front of the stage, picked up a pen, and said slowly: "Today, I will write three words, these three words can express the life of Deputy Sect Leader Huang." ”

Oh, Huang Zheng's eyes lit up, he seemed to feel something, and he was looking forward to it very much in his heart.

He continued: "Now Deputy Sect Leader Huang, with vast magical powers, invincible, sweeping the world, it is difficult to have opponents, just like the wild sand in the desert at dusk of my Great Zhou Dynasty. ”

Desert sand is the most destructive thing in the desert, even in the world, Hong Yi means, Huang Zheng's destructive power is as amazing as the desert sand.

He waved his pen, obviously holding pen and ink, but he wrote the sound of 'rustling' on the paper, and soon an ancient text like quicksand appeared on the white paper.

As soon as Huang Zheng saw this word, he felt that this word was like a grain of sand, the barrenness in the desert, the wind and sand were full of sky, and the destructive power that ravaged the world jumped on the paper.

Especially when Hong Yi finished writing and held it high, even the people of the Divine Power Sect in the distance could feel that this word was about to turn into a grain of sand through the screen, and it could fall off the paper anytime and anywhere.

Is this the ability of the ancient sages in the ancient legend of 'painting words into gold and writing birds into the forest'?

This Hong Yi is holding an ordinary brush in his hand, chatting a few strokes, and the words he writes are almost fake and true, turning into a real grain of sand. What kind of knowledge is this?

This is not a supernatural power, this is a certain realm of knowledge, the article caused the induction of heaven and earth, the pen is like a god, with the false can be confused, and his life's essence and blood are integrated into this word, which will cause a vision.

It's no wonder that after the ancient sage drew a real door, he died of exhaustion, and it was all the essence and blood that were integrated into the paper, so he lost his life.

Admire, admire, Huang Zheng shook his head and smiled bitterly, deeply admiring.

Seeing Huang Zheng's expression, Hong Yi smiled slightly, threw it casually, and the paper gently floated to the side, and the word 'sand' on it, with a brush, slipped off the paper and fell to the ground, turning into a real grain of sand.

"My second word is called 'filial piety', I heard that Deputy Sect Leader Huang lost his parents very early, it was Fang Han, the head of the Fang Mansion, who gave him the words, and Deputy Sect Master Huang respected your husband and regarded him as his parents, and not long ago, he personally gave him empowerment and improved his skills, and ascended to heaven in one step----

Hong Yi's words shocked Huang Zheng that the Divine Power Sect was well-informed, but before he could reflect on the meaning of this sentence, he saw that he had a 'filial piety' word in one stroke, connected into one breath, almost at the moment when the word was completed, a strange image suddenly rose behind him, colorful auspicious rainbows, white clouds turned into carp, and two large and small sparrows fell to Hong Yi's stage with a swish.

If there is a secular court scholar here, you will instantly think of an ancient allusion called 'Yongquan Leaping Carp'.

"Jiang Shi, marry Pang Zi as his wife. The husband and wife are filial, their home is six or seven miles away from the Yangtze River, and Pang often goes to the river to get the Yangtze River water that his mother-in-law likes to drink. The mother-in-law loves to eat fish, so the husband and wife often cook fish for her to eat, but the mother-in-law does not want to eat alone, so they invite the neighbor's old woman to eat together.

Once, due to strong winds, Pang Zi returned late for water, and Jiang Shi suspected her of neglecting her mother and expelled her from the house. Pang lived in a neighbor's house, spinning and weaving day and night, and entrusted the savings to the neighbor to honor his mother-in-law.

Later, the mother-in-law learned about Ponzi's expulsion and asked Jiang Shi to invite him back. On the day Pang Zi returned home, spring water suddenly gushed out of the courtyard, the taste was the same as the water of the Yangtze River, and two carp jumped out every day. From then on, Pang Zi used these to worship his mother-in-law, and he didn't have to go far to the riverside. ”

As the saying goes, 'the sweet spring on the side of the house comes out, and there is a double carp. The son can serve his mother, and the woman is more filial to the aunt. ’

This is the ultimate expression of 'filial piety' in ancient times.

And Hong Yi's word 'filial piety' leads to the changes of heaven and earth, the white clouds turn into carp, and the means of creating something out of nothing in the divine realm are nothing more than that.

Huang Zheng looked at the vision in the sky and recalled the words that Ye Piaoling gave him that day.

Even if Ye Piaoling comes here, the words he writes may not be able to beat this Hongyi.

He shook his head and continued to smile bitterly, faintly angry in his heart.

Hong Yi praised him for respecting his teacher and being filial to his master, but in fact, it meant that the Divine Power Sect knew about Fang Han's father and son, which was a threat.

Use the people Huang Zheng cares about to threaten Huang Zheng.

"Okay, it's really the champion of civil and military affairs, the first in the world, what about the third word?" Huang Zheng sneered.

Hong Yi picked up the pen and thought quietly for a while.

"Deputy Sect Leader Huang, I heard that your background is just a secular Xiaosi, an ordinary general, but you are not afraid of power, kill bullies, and since then you have soared into the sky, turning into a dragon, and today, you have become one of the best peerless masters in the world, holding an artifact, you are the master, no matter your status, a hundred secular emperors are not as good as you, I will write another word 'noble', indicating that you will be in the Heavenly Emperor Continent in the future, on the side of the powerful, and your status is respected. ”

Hong Yi wrote the word 'expensive', but the light black pen and ink wrote the golden light, rich and glorious, after a 'expensive' word was written, Hong Yi, Huang Zheng, and Gu Pofeng, who were standing next to this word, all had a kind of noble atmosphere.

Good words, good words, even if this word is held in the hands of the most tattered beggar, others will see it as a royal nobleman, the emperor and the prime minister, in all fairness, Huang Zheng wrote the word on him, which is admired by the eight-body cast.

However, between Hong Yi's words, he was obviously laughing at his previous background as a small secular Xiaosi, far inferior to him, the champion of civil and military affairs in the seven provinces.

You are good at writing, but your bearing is far inferior to Ye Piaoling, Huang Zheng secretly sneered.

He took a step and took the pen in Hong Yi's hand: "The word 'expensive'?"

Then he shook his head slightly and said something that almost made the chickens and dogs around him jump: "This 'expensive' word was originally not worthy of my identity, but Hong Zhuangyuan wrote it himself, and I was reluctant to make it difficult, so let's do it, I also write a word, just this word, it is worthy of my identity, Hong Zhuangyuan, you open your eyes and see, which one is better, my word or your word." ”

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