In Luo Chuan's chest, although he already contains the morality of the second half of the "Book of Times".

It is one thing to comprehend, it is another thing to write scriptures, and it is another thing to turn the Tao into practice and then use it.

Luo Chuan wrote a book, but what he wrote was still the first half of "The Book of Times". Although the "Book of Times" is divided into upper and lower levels, it is divided by Luo Chuan, and it itself is a coherent moral classic, which is connected before and after, and the first is the first to be connected, and it cannot be singled.

In Luo Chuan's pen, after the lines of ink characters fell into the white scroll, they jumped up one after another, suspended on the white scroll, as if they did not want to fall into the scroll.

Although there are rubbings in the world, only the only original book will contain the state of mind and understanding of the person who wrote it at that moment, and those who observe the scriptures can also experience it. And when the scriptures finally come out and the scriptures become enlightened, the truth in them will only exist in the original. Therefore, the gap between the original and the rubbing is also very great for those who truly have the Tao.

The original of the first half of the "Book of Hours" has been left in Guangtian Pusheng, and naturally it will not be lost elsewhere. Even if Luo Chuan finishes writing the first half of the "Book of Things", these handwritings will fly back to Guangtian Pusheng and will not fall on the scroll.

Luo Chuan revisited the first half of "The Book of Things", and also wanted to complete the remaining works of "The Book of Things" in one go.

Empress Rakshasa suddenly made a move, and the time phantom river retreated, Luo Chuan's expression did not change in the slightest, and he still wrote wholeheartedly.

Gradually, Luo Chuan entered the state, and his mental memory finally passed through the ink characters on the top of the white scroll, and he really returned to the Guangtianpu Holy Scripture Pavilion that year.

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In the Scripture Pavilion, there are rows of tall bookshelves. On the shelves are scrolls filled with the truth of time and heaven and earth.

The fragrance of books is overflowing, and the withered yellow bookshelves are engraved with traces of the precipitation of time.

The cloth-robed boy sat in the air, bathed in white light all over his body, holding a scroll in one hand and a pen in the other, and his eyes seemed to be blooming.

After brewing for a long time, the young man faced the east sky, pondered for a long time, and wrote down the first paragraph of the beginning.

"Time is long, and the road is empty and illusory. The deceased is like this. Day and night. ”

These sixteen words fell into the white scroll, and there was a buzzing sound from the ninth floor of the Tibetan Scripture Building, and the reviving qi was like a rainbow falling into a waterfall, injecting into the scroll!

Write down the first sixteen words. The boy found an outlet. The whimsical ideas and ideas in my mind all converge on the tip of the pen. Fall on the roll paper.

"Heaven and earth are sometimes empty, and the universe and the earth are transformed, and the times are different. The way of the husband is also ......"

"Zhoutian, Houtu, Yinchuan, Underworld...... At that time, gathered at one point, for the beginning of time, the beginning of the opening of heaven and earth, inspired by Hongmeng, in the chaos of dispersing the qi of yin and yang, spreading the light of light and darkness, spreading for hundreds of millions of years, Fang into the nine heavens dome......"

"There is a road for the river, extending in all directions, from ancient times to the present, without restraint, without dependence, without return, this is called the long river of time......"

"The long river of time, emptiness and emptiness, true and false, there are three ......"

Every time he writes a paragraph, it triggers a buzz.

Gradually, he wrote faster and faster.

Thirty pages, forty pages...... Seventy pages...... Ninety pages......

In the end, all the ninety-nine pages of the "Book of Times" were written, and every word was completely polished, deeply embedded in the white scroll, the ink quickly solidified, and the handwriting was no longer illusioned, condensed and fixed.

And the white-robed young man also unknowingly climbed to the sixth floor of the scripture building.

The ninety-nine pages of the scripture flew out of the palm of the young man's palm, and soon melted into the white light of the Tibetan scripture building, and half of the "Book of Times" wandered leisurely, falling down the highest bookshelf on the sixth floor, and in a blink of an eye, the dust fell, sealing half of the "Book of Times"!

Only half of the Sutra of Time is on the top of the sixth floor of the Guangtian Pusheng Sutra Building, proud of the treasure scrolls of the Wonders!

The reason why I couldn't climb to the top floor of the scripture building is because it is only half of it......

......

Luo Chuan's mind turned, and he walked away from the white-robed young man, instantly shuttling through the long river of time, and returning to Canghai Academy a few years later.

In Canghai Academy, Luo Chuan has already finished writing the first half of "The Book of Hours", and the state of mind when he wrote the book that year also returned to Luo Chuan's heart with the retrospection of Luo Chuan's mind, but compared with that year, Luo Chuan's state of mind has countless different wonderful feelings.

When he opened his eyes, the fog in Luo Chuan's eyes dissipated, and his eyes were clear and bright, like a long river rushing by.

"Empress, you look down on me so much, then let's fight. Luo Chuan whispered.

He was far from the empress Rakshasa, and when they met head-on, Luo Chuan was not sure that he would retreat. But the current situation is that the two of them are thousands of miles apart, fighting from afar.

Frontal fighting and fighting thousands of miles away are another thing for Luo Chuan, who has already understood the second half of the "Book of Things".

All Luo Chuan had to do was to finish writing the "Book of Things".

Wow!

The first half of the ninety-nine-page "Book of Hours" turned into ink dots, flew upward, shattered the void, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The white scroll was blank again.

The disciples of the Holy Dao Academy lost their minds slightly, and when they looked at each other, they could see the disappointment in each other's eyes, and they only thought that Luo Chuan had failed to write the book.

Liu Hejun, who had kept his distance from the disciples of the Holy Dao Academy, leaned against the pine tree and sneered: "I have been doing it for a long time, but it is all useless. ”

Xi Guang turned his head and glanced at Liu Hejun lightly, his eyes showed dissatisfaction, and then he sighed lightly. All the disciples of the Holy Dao Academy also turned their heads to look at Liu Hejun, some surprised and some disappointed, and finally calmed down.

At this moment, Luo Chuan moved.

His eyes are full of brilliance, and if the pen is like a divine help, the ink pen is swaying, and a page is full!

Wow...... Wow......

Under the attack of the Star Destroying Moon Wheel to destroy the withering and decaying, the time phantom rivers were crushed to pieces, and when the last time phantom river completely collapsed and disintegrated, Canghai Academy was once again exposed to the eyes of the demon cultivators.

The sound of the flute became soft, falling in everyone's ears, looking so proud and arrogant.

Thousands of moon wheels, thousands of Blood Moon Dao Palaces, like meteors flying in the sky, roaring, crushing the panicked Canghai Academy.

"Scholar, you haven't come out yet?"

A cold voice without a trace of emotion bloomed from the sound of the flute, echoing up and down Canghai Academy.

Just listening to that voice, everyone felt a chill in their hearts. The chill enveloped him, and many Dao Wheel True Dao Realm monks raised their heads in panic, only to find that their bodies had frozen.

The voice from just thousands of miles away was so amazingly powerful, and the female sect leader of the Demon Palace, who only played the flute and did not show up, was so strong that the monks in the Canghai Academy were even more frightened.

I'm afraid that Shizun is really going to have to pass it.

The second-generation masters thought pessimistically in their hearts that the successive changes in the situation had made them a little numb.

Boom!

A huge shroud appeared in the sky above Canghai Academy, blocking Qianyue's attack.

The giant cover flowed like a wave, looking from the perspective of everyone in Canghai Academy. Over the Academy. It seems to have an extra layer of blue water. The sea water was supported by a hanging qi machine, which was also strange, like a white pillar engraved with small ink seals!

Following the direction of the falling of the qi machine, everyone saw Luo Chuan writing in mid-air.

The first page is full. Every word is like a pearl. Shine like a star. The intention of inducing the truth seems to have been given a new life, and it is unwilling to be trapped in the thin white paper of the scriptures. They are suspended and flying, gathering and swirling around the air engine, or noisy, or low, or long!

"This ...... What a strong morality!"

The ancestor surnamed Yu flashed in his eyes and exclaimed.

This is the Star Destroying Moon Wheel, the treasure of the Mixed Sea Zhending personally controlled by the Demon Palace Sect Master, although when the Dao of Enlightenment is written, it will trigger the qi of heaven and earth, and the power will be greatly increased in a short period of time, but if it weren't for the fact that the morality in this scripture is really strong and profound, Luo Chuan would not be able to delay the offensive of the Moon Wheel with just one page of the scripture!

Although the moon wheel was still falling, and the giant cover was slowly sinking, it was delayed after all.

"This son is really a genius!"

The second-generation masters and ancestors all sighed, although today is not a good day, they may witness the birth of a peerless classic, and it has also eased the pessimism in their hearts.

What's more, this scripture has not yet been fully published, and it has blocked the blow of the Star Destroying Moon Wheel.

Many second-generation masters subconsciously looked at the white scroll in Luo Chuan's hand, or at the "Qi Machine Word Column", but the next moment, they were all stunned.

It's just that they can't understand this page of the "Book of Times" at all!

It's not that the meaning is obscure and profound, but the book written on the first page is simply disorganized, words can't form words, words can't form sentences, sentences can't form paragraphs, paragraphs can't form chapters!

This is nonsense!

Could it be that Luo Chuan didn't want this scripture to come out, and didn't want others to learn his morality, so he deliberately did this......? This page of disorganized words clearly resisted the Star Destroying Moon Wheel.

"What did he write?"

"I don't understand!"

"It's just nonsense!"

"Could it be that this is the legendary Book of Heaven?"

The monks of the Mixed Sea discussed a lot, the disciples of the Holy Dao Academy had strange faces, Song Xuan He Luo frowned, they looked at the first page of the second half of the "Book of Hours", as if they were reading a book from heaven, and then looked at Luo Chuan, who was writing and writing, they all had a complicated face.

If it weren't for Luo Chuan's repeated shocks, many monks might have regarded Luo Chuan as a liar.

But it didn't take long for them to find that the eyes of the second-generation masters were frozen, as if they had been robbed of their souls, and their eyes were stuck in the qi machine and they couldn't move away. Their expressions kept changing, some were shocked, some were in a trance, and they gradually forgot about the current crisis of Canghai Academy.

Yes, the scriptures written by Luo Chuan are indeed disorganized, but the Tao is as profound as the second generation of the ancestors of Canghai Academy, but he suddenly felt a certain mysterious and ethereal morality.

They can't read the scriptures, and they can't say why, but when they look at it, they seem to be looking at a long scroll, and they seem to be looking at some world from afar.

"Lost time...... Luo Chuan, are you fulfilling your promise......"

Not far behind Luo Chuan, Emperor Yaoyu muttered, his eyes were also confused, his body shook slightly, and his gaze became hollow, as if he had entered another world out of his body.

Emperor Yaoyu couldn't pronounce it either, but she realized some mysteries in that page of the "Book of Heaven" one step ahead of the second-generation ancestors.

The second generation of masters and ancestors fell into it, and if Emperor Yaoyu had an understanding, he saw that all the monks looked at each other, and they finally knew that what Luo Chuan wrote was indeed a rare peerless classic, but not everyone was qualified to watch and understand, and even these scriptures that the emperors and emperors could not read, how could they covet and snoop.

A murmur sounded, as if someone was reading something.

The voice was the voice of a young man. (To be continued......)