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Chen Sanlang sat down, straightened his chest, sat upright, and had a solemn attitude. After closing his eyes for a moment, Huo Ran opened his eyes, reached out to pick up the pen, soaked up the ink, and began to write the paper.

He writes fast, unimaginably fast, as if he was holding not a pen in his hand, but a sword or something, and no matter what the rules, he just wielded it.

This is not a normal writing posture at all.

Zhou Fencao and several others are also considered to be full of poetry and books, and they are also quite accomplished in calligraphy, but at this moment, they can't help but be curious, and they have stood on tiptoe to watch, to see what Chen Sanlang is writing.

But at first glance, they were all dumbfounded, and they didn't know why.

Because the words shown on the white paper don't look like words at all, bent and crooked, twisted and crooked, at first glance, it looks like splashing ink, look closely, it's not like that at all, scribbled and messy, a little more ugly than children's graffiti, it is clearly the legendary ghost painting symbol.

Well, yes, the current scene, the big waves are monstrous, there are vague demons, Chen Sanlang has to deal with it, of course, it is impossible to write any poems and songs to communicate with the other party seriously, and the ghost painting is in line with it.

The question is when Chen Sanlang will be able to draw talismans, and shouldn't this job be done by Xiaoyao Fudao? Everyone looked at the Taoist priest with strange expressions, as if they wanted to see the answer from his face.

Xiaoyao also saw the strange characters written by Chen Sanlang, but he was also stunned and didn't know what to do. You must know that Laoshan is the best sect in the Taoist sect to draw talismans, which has been inherited for thousands of years, and what kind of talisman has not been seen, but he has never been able to see the meaning of the talisman from what Chen Sanlang wrote.

The study of charms is by no means a mess of foolishness, when drawing talismans, a stroke, a hook, there are very strict trend requirements, a little careless, a subtle place to draw the wrong, that a talisman will be ruined, simply can not play its due power.

Each talisman is actually a magic weapon. Drawing talismans and making magic tools are basically the same in nature, and magic tools are difficult to refine, and the same is true for charms. It requires special paper, special pens, and special pigments...... All kinds of things are very tedious and detailed, and with these, it is possible to draw a symbol.

Xiaoyao looked at Chen Sanlang and felt very suspicious, because this guy used ordinary rice paper, and the pen and ink were sloppy, which belonged to the things that everyone who reads has their hands on hand, just with these, can also draw talismans?

Are you kidding!

It's just that at this moment, the scholar's demeanor is serious, very similar to that, it stands to reason, he shouldn't joke like this, could it be that this word is not like a word, and the paper that is not like a fu actually contains great power?

It has to be.

Xiaoyao thought in his heart, and thought that Chen Sanlang's practice method was very mysterious and unique, or that this was his unique expression method, so he immediately coughed dryly and exclaimed: "Good talisman, really good talisman!"

The mouth was full of admiration, and it perfectly showed the demeanor that an expert should show, and when others saw it, they naturally felt that what Chen Sanlang wrote must be a powerful spell.

However, the next moment, Chen Sanlang grabbed the piece of paper, crumpled it neatly, and discarded it on the ground.

Belch!

Xiaoyao Fudao seemed to have been choked by someone's throat, he couldn't breathe, and his eyes puffed out: "Scholar, who are you?"

"Practice the draft, write it wasted, why don't you throw it away and keep it?"

Chen Sanlang's answer was light and light.

The Taoist priest's face was flushed, and he almost jumped up: "You are a heart, right?"

Chen Sanlang laughed, and when everyone saw it, they couldn't help but laugh, almost laughing out loud. The atmosphere that I used to feel very depressed and persecuted suddenly relaxed a lot.

"No, it's time to get down to business. ”

Chen Sanlang picked up the pen and began to write on the new paper.

Out of the embarrassment, the Taoist morale is bulging, but he still can't help but peek at each other, to see what kind of fame Chen Sanlang is doing, it is best that this guy will make a big Buddha in the end, and he will not be able to get off the stage.

This time, the words are dignifiedly written, with only one word:

"Fixed"!

The word "ding" was written so large that it almost filled the paper. Between the dots, the iron painting is like a silver hook, extremely powerful, and it does not look like it is written, but like it is engraved.

The power is through the back of the paper, nothing more.

After writing this word, Chen Sanlang's temples were covered with sweat, and he obviously put a lot of effort into it.

"Good word!"

Zhou Fencao couldn't help but high-five and praised, in his opinion, the goodness of this word lies in the rightness, impartiality, and it is to the extreme, every minute and inch is like being carefully measured with a ruler. After looking at it for a long time, I felt that there was a faint spirit revealed between the strokes, which made people feel awe-inspiring.

Song Zhiyuan and others all feel this way, and they feel very special.

Fixed, Chen Sanlang picked up the paper and threw it down.

The wind and waves were quite strong, but the light fluttering paper fell steadily on the waves. Originally, the paper could not withstand the water, and it would rot soon if it was contaminated, but at this moment, the paper with the word "ding" written on it floated on the river, which was very magical.

Everyone was a little dumbfounded, such a scene was incredible.

In this world, there are many myths and rumors, and the theories of demons and monsters are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and they have quite a mass base, but there are only a few living beings who can witness it with their own eyes. And in people's minds, such things are generally linked to monks and Taoists, and once upon a time, even a scholar had such magical powers?

Thinking about it, there is only one possibility, Chen Sanlang himself is a cultivator with great magical powers.

Thinking about it this way, many unreasonable joint events in the past can be properly explained.

Everyone was happy about this, in the turbulent times, the stronger the leader's ability, the more worthy of follow. If Chen Sanlang is simply a weak scholar, even if he has a brilliant pen, even if he is talented and talented, he is not a suitable leader. In the peaceful years, talented people are windy and flowing, which can become good stories, but in troubled times, full of poetry and books, and without the power to tie the chicken, it is difficult to survive.

Xiaoyao Fudao clearly felt that when the words were completed, the paper had the quality of a magic weapon. In other words, Chen Sanlang made a magic weapon when he finished writing and opened up his pen, and his essence was almost the same as his own drawing, but the whole process was much more concise.

This once again broke the cognition of the free and rich way, and his eyes were so wide that he was shocked.

It's just that I just felt that the aura of this paper magic weapon was ordinary, and it belonged to the appearance of a beginner, which was much different from the talisman that the Taoist priest had thrown into the river before. So, how can such a piece of paper be full of turmoil?

The Taoist priest was quite skeptical.

But just as he doubted, the wind was in vain, and the waves whined, and began to calm down.

"Is this all right?"

Xiaoyao Fudao screamed out in a loud voice, is there any heavenly reason. (To be continued.) )