Once Upon A Time, There Was A Spirit Sword Mountain Chapter 630: : Self-cultivation of writers
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After three days.
Wang Lu, who was in front of the table case, is still struggling to write a book. Although he has not closed his eyes for three days and three nights, he seems to be energetic, not at all tired, and his right wrist has become even more firm and powerful!
Wang Lu ’s calligraphy copy performance has lasted for three days. After he transcribed it at an astonishing speed, he has reached hundreds of thousands of words from scratch. The manuscript paper is leaning on the mountain, and it is still increasing at an alarming rate. Its momentum It looks endless.
In the past three days, most viewers have given up watching.
Wang Lu's posture of delaying time, people quickly realized that there might be no more serious programs behind this, so there is no need to waste time here.
At the same time, Wanxianmeng was operating efficiently, quickly organizing those contestants to return to the training ground to attack the training.
The news from Wang Wu is that Wang Lu plans to delay at least one or two years at the opening ceremony for the players to make their final stroke. Although it is difficult to imagine how he can accomplish this feat, but at present, only according to this plan to work.
After only two months of intensive training, many people broke through the bottleneck, and their strength has advanced by leaps and bounds. If they can consolidate the results for another one to two years, after the start of the race, they may really be able to complete the battlefield cents. Miracle.
Of course, this is also a must win. Wang Lu has figured out a way to create too many favorable conditions for Wanxianmeng--organizing a congregation of celestial beings to decide the victory and defeat, and fighting in a limited way In comparison, there are two types of civil and military than Bidou, and then they have won a lot of training time for the participants ... If this is the point, Wan Xianmeng can't win, I'm so sorry for Wang Lu's hard work.
On the other hand, those idlers who are looking forward to entering the city of Qunxian also took this opportunity to start to learn more about the city.
Hundreds of cents of battle in the fairy city, and there are many folding spaces inside, the real space is difficult to estimate. Such a huge city is divided into five districts and hundreds of small districts. Currently open to everyone is District A, which is the general residential area. This area can accommodate up to 10 million people and provide them with basic living materials. Most of the ordinary people settle here, and then try to find their own fairy tale.
Quanxian City gathers countless practitioners. The so-called "Xianyuan" is naturally not small. Every day, many mortals are caught by the monks, crossing the two barriers of Xianfan. There are also many disciples or small practitioners who have met the favor of the elders of the top class, and have since moved on .........
In short, everyone has their own wonderful.
Only those who sat on the podium before, these three days have been a pain. Because according to the rules, during the opening ceremony, members of the rostrum should not leave their seats without permission. Once they are on stage, they have to wait for the show to finish.
The design of this rule was originally intended to restrict the high-level executives of both parties from coming forward at the same time, so that no one-sided party would be worried. When they saw this place, the celestials also agreed, but somehow now it has become a banned curse restricting movement. As long as they admit that the rules of this group of celestial beings are effective, no matter how much dissatisfaction they have in their hearts, they can only stay on the court to enjoy the show. Therefore, when the organizing committees of the Wanxian League Qunxian Dabi fully operated the training, more than 80% of the earth immortals in the Qunxian tomb could only sit on the podium outside the Biwu field, and they looked at Wang Luzhao Three days novel!
This kind of psychological torture is self-evident, so after three days there was an earth immortal who could not hold back and stood up and roared angrily.
"What the hell, when did he want to write ?! It has been three days! The original opening ceremony is expected to be less than a day? Even if it is to delay the time, it will be long enough. Right! "
For this reason, the monks of Wanxianmeng only watched their noses and noses, but did n’t hear them.
Xuan Mo sighed and stretched his hand to pull him away, so he didn't have to say anything.
Three days? I am afraid that the opponent wants to delay for three months or even three years. At the last meeting before the game, Wang Lu's strength was simply shocking ... The monks of the Wanxian League really advanced at this time, but they wanted to Overwhelming immortals on the field, at least a few more years of targeted training, Wang Lu's strength is just a special case after all.
Xuan Mo had previously evaluated his companions who were good at deduction, and concluded that unless Wanxianmeng was given more than one year, the overall advantages of the Dixian should be unshakable. However, it seems that Wanxianmeng is also aware of this, so it is this kind of shameless delaying tactics. As for the delay time, of course, the longer the better.
"Wait two more days. If it is still like this, I will take action."
Since Xuan Mo has said so, other people can only temporarily retain even if they still have objections. However, people really doubt that if Xuan Mo is so good at speaking, if two days later, if the situation has not changed, what can she do?
So two days passed by.
Unsurprisingly, nothing has changed.
Wang Lu is still working hard in front of the table case, and the freshly written manuscripts are carried by the sword wind that he pops up, slowly and flatly falling from the table case ... lightweight paper Covered on a soft lawn, it gently shakes with the breeze, but does not fly with the wind, but is firmly stuck to the ground by invisible forces.
In two days, Wang Lu had copied thousands of pages. In addition to the thousands of pages of manuscripts that were transcribed a few days ago, they were scattered by him and spread on the ground. It may be because he is displaying calligraphy, but the monks on the rostrum can all see that Wang Lu is taking the opportunity to practice his chaotic breaking **** sword.
At the very first and the most fierce, with the chaos of no thickness in the world, he is now controlled by the gentle breeze, gently holding the thin manuscript paper from the table case to the lawn, and then they Press lightly, the strength is just right. If it is weaker, the paper will be taken away by the wind blowing across, the strength will be heavy, and it will crush the tender grass under the paper, which will make the manuscript stained with grass juice. At the same time, it is necessary to forcibly soften this strong sword gas, so as not to cut the paper.
At the same time, Wang Lu's vigorous writing in the table case is also practice. This show is nominally a calligraphy performance, and Wang Lu did come up with a good word that does not humiliate the sword. Although he writes quickly, every word is fully absorbed when he writes, in order to incorporate his own perception of kendo.
In terms of calligraphy alone, Wang Lu has not yet been able to enter the room and is still immature in everyone's eyes. However, with his unique and awe-inspiring sword spirit, he stood on a realm hard to reach by any mortal master, and the calligraphy performance deserved the name.
After five days, Wang Lu ’s handwriting became more and more fierce, and the silver hook iron painting was full of sharpness, like a small, thin sword on the paper.
The sword culture was raised with calligraphy, and then the sword gas was sharpened with thin paper. Wang Lu seemed to be a boring copy writer, but his sword practice was increasing day by day.
And this scene falls in the eyes of the true monarchs of Wanxian League, but it has another meaning.
Behind Hetu, an old man in red robe sighed: "I remember more than five hundred years ago, when I first embarked on the Xiuxian Road, the grandfather of the sect once said that there are wizards in the world. I can reach it. It was when I was proud and proud of the qualifications of the celestial root. I asked him that there is a higher spiritual root than the celestial root in the world? There is a peerless world that can keep me out of reach. Perception? The patriarch said that my spiritual root perceptions are all top grades in the world. Even if some people are stronger than me, they are also limited. I asked him if this is the case, who else is beyond my reach? "
Speaking of this, several real kings around have raised their interest and listened.
The old man in the red robe said again: "At that time, the grandfather told me that the terrible thing is that some people are smarter than you, but people who are smarter than you are working harder than you. I am not convinced. Someone works harder than me? "
Several true monarchs nodded secretly. This ancestor in red robe has been practicing for more than 500 years. He is a peerless master who is above the peak state of fitness. He has a wonderful qualification and is very hardworking. He has never married a wife in his life. There are no special hobbies for having children, so I devote myself to practice. It would be unbelievable if someone could work harder than him.
"The patriarch said that it is impossible for a monk to cultivate an immortal, and there will always be such suffocation that you have to stop practicing. A monk can break the valley and can sleep, but it is impossible for a person to die from birth. To experience, to travel, and during this period, practice can only be intermittent. However, he said that there are real wizards in the world, who can turn any situation into a temper for themselves, and can treat any place in the world. My own martial arts field and practice room. Now I see that this Wang Lu has the temperament that the grandfather said. The Fengyin Daoyou, the noble faction really received the treasure. "
Feng Yin Wen Yan smiled and said: "The ancestor is really reputed. Wang Lu's child is far from being able to practice anything. In the past two decades, he has wasted a lot of time. , Although earning a lot of fictitious names, it is somewhat delayed in practice. "
Ancestor Hongpao shook his head and said: "The past is the past, the future is the future, he is now standing on that path, and that path, I have been tirelessly eager for five hundred years and it is not available ... if I can return Twenty years ago, I said that I would like to inherit this son from the door! "
"Haha, ancestor, if you want to say that, you must be behind me. I said to Feng Yin Daoyou a few years ago, if the world is really back in time, my first thing is to return to the beginning. Before the Spirit Sword School sent to the Immortal Conference, then even if they were kidnapped, they would have to bring Wang Lu to our school! "
On the side of Wanxianmeng, several true monarchs talked and laughed, talking around Wang Lutian in the south and north.
On the other side of the rostrum, the celestial beings became increasingly restless.
Two days have passed, but no matter how you look at it, Xuan Mo did not come up with any effective methods to prevent the other party from unscrupulously delaying the time.
"Xuan Mo, you will not forget what you said two days ago?"
Xuan Mo sighed softly: "Nature will not forget ... Indeed, it is time to take measures."
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