Emperor of Nine Suns Chapter 388: Spirit ink is as heavy as the sea

With Chu Chen's sensitivity, he didn't even notice how the old man disappeared!

An inexplicable chill suddenly rose from Chu Chen's back, which meant that this old man made a shot at himself, and he couldn't resist at all.

It seems that there is a hidden dragon and crouching tiger in the medicine palace, which should not be underestimated.

Everyone walked in the direction of the fingers of the old man in Tsing Yi, walked past a row of tall bookshelves, and saw four small sandalwood tables neatly arranged together. Pen, ink, paper and inkstone are placed on each table, and there are several mahogany chairs around the table. w "Fiction" novel chapters are updated fastest

"Six Beast Hair Brush, Xuan Ling Mo, Celadon Fairy Paper, Venus Snow Wave Inkstone!"

After seeing the Fang Sibao on the sandalwood incense table, Shen Hou couldn't hide it anymore and let out an exclamation.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone on these small tables are rare and precious only for those who really love and understand books.

At this moment, even Chu Chen couldn't help feeling that his pupils shrank slightly after hearing Shen Hou's words, and there was a look of surprise on his face.

"It seems that the old man is really willing to spend the money. He actually used such a precious and rare treasure to copy the ancient Fu books for us." Chu Chen smiled bitterly, "It seems that if we don't work hard, I really ruined this rare treasure!"

"Huh? Are these things precious? They seem to be no different from ordinary pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

Looking at the solemn expressions of Shen Hou and Chu Chen, Zhou Mei, who has always been lazy, was a little surprised.

Chu Chen is okay, but his expression is slightly solemn.

Shen Hou's performance was more exaggerated. He stood in front of four sandalwood tables and tidied up his clothes, and wiped his hands on his clothes repeatedly. Then he clasped his fists and bowed respectfully to Fang Sibao on several tables. (Baidu search update is the fastest and most stable)

"Hey hey hey...what are you doing? What are you doing for no reason? The bookworm is sour again." Zhou Mei couldn't help but sigh softly after seeing Shen Hou's actions.

"Brother Shen really is a book lover."

Chu Chen sighed slightly, pulled Zhou Mei a little, and winked at her.

At this time, even Tang Rou gently pulled Zhou Mei, motioning not to disturb Shen Hou's manners.

Chu Chen, who pulled Zhou Mei aside, lowered her voice.

"Books are the embodiment of the human mind. It inherits and continues the glorious history of mankind. As a scholar, you should have a pious heart for books. According to legend, when ancient sages read and write, they must first burn incense and bathe. Only after calming down and praying will you officially read the book."

"It is with the pious and awe of mankind that those ancient great sages can truly explore the great avenues of heaven and earth from books, and thus have their name in the history! At this time, the pen, ink, paper and ink on this desk are for scholars. In other words, it's not worse than the magic weapon of the spirit weapon level."

Zhou Mei smiled gently and waved her hand, "You scholars have a lot of rules, you worship it, and they just look at it."

Chu Chen immediately walked to the front of the case and, like Shen Hou, wiped his hands on his clothes, tidyed up his clothes to show dignity, and then respectfully bowed.

Behind him, Tang Rou also respectfully bowed.

This ceremony is actually not just for this ink, paper and inkstone, but for the brilliant wisdom of countless ancestors of mankind!

After the first Shen Hou's salute, the first one began to "transcribe".

Walking to a sandalwood desk and pondering for a moment, his expression is awe-inspiring. He breathed out gently, and his right hand grabbed the writing brush on the desk gently.

Huh?

Just as Shen Hou grabbed the brush, his expression was stunned for a moment, showing a touch of horror, his hand couldn't even grasp the brush.

The next moment, I saw his spiritual power burst out. His face instantly flushed, and the blue veins on his right arm violently, as if using all the power of his body, he slowly lifted the six beast hairbrushes.

It's like holding a pen, it's obviously a big mountain!

It's just a pen, it's so heavy!

This was beyond everyone's expectation, and everyone's eyes focused on Shen Hou.

At this time, Zhou Mei, who was in a daze, blinked slightly.

Shen Hou's body is very strong in itself. He comes from a wild land and has a natural talent. In terms of strength, he is definitely a super strong man.

But at this moment, this big man who knows with strength can't even grasp a pen!

It wasn't until he urged the spiritual power of the whole body to slowly grab this brush.

Even so, Shen Hou finally couldn't hold on after a few breaths. He loosened his trembling fingers, and the brush in his hand fell on the wooden table with a "slap" sound. The dull sound.

Like the dull thunder!

This, this, this...Is it necessary for people to live, a pen is so heavy? ?

Zhou Mei frowned her eyebrows lightly, and the previous sloppyness and laziness were reduced a bit.

A solemn look appeared on Tang Rou's face, "I'll try it."

She walked to the small square table and silently mobilized the spiritual power of her whole body.

As the exercise urged her entire right hand to instantly turn green like jade, as if carved from jadeite. It seems that the Shenmu Crossing the Sea Spring Lingquan has been urged to the extreme state.

After the green jade hand slowly grasped the Liu Beast hair brush, he lifted it up without delay. Sùdù was quicker than Shen Hou, but it was still more than twice as slow as normal people. .

Tang Rou, a genius girl, calmly opened an ancient book on the desk, and then picked up a writing brush and gently dipped the ink on the inkstone.

When the brushes glowing with six colors were gently dipped in the pitch-black jade-like ink, Chu Chen saw Tang Rou's right arm tremble again~IndoMTL.com~The girl’s smooth forehead Actually began to sweat fine beads.

After a long pause, the slender brush was fully dipped in thick ink, and Tang Rou, breathing more and more quickly, lifted up the pen with a very elegant and slow gesture, and the table was covered with Hǎode as smooth as porcelain. Written on the paper.

Shen Hou and Zhou Mei suddenly felt nervous, they were worried that the pen in Tang Rou's hand would be released at any time!

Tang Rou writes very slowly, and is a little more calm than expected, every stroke seems to be carrying a huge weight.

After a stick of incense, after finally writing a word, the sweat beads on her forehead had formed crystal clear sweat dripping down her face.

The perseverance of Tang Rou, a genius girl, has always been superior to that of ordinary people. One word followed another word. After almost half an hour, she completed the third word!

After the last stroke of the third word, Tang Rou couldn't hold on anymore. After gently placing the pen on the pen holder next to her, she softened like collapse. Zhou Mei swiftly held her with her hands, and she was shocked by this look!