Grand Nuo Lord

Chapter 31 Test Writing (please collect and read and vote monthly)
Xie Yi was good at swordsmanship, wine, and painting.

He practices in order to live forever, transcend Yin and Yang, and become a person who stands at the pinnacle of the path to immortality.

On the way to seek the Tao, he hoped that he could reach the end of the world with his sword, be happy with his grudges, use a three-foot long sword to discuss Tao with the world's heroes, drink with the world's heroes with a bowl of strong wine, and draw a picture to record the great rivers and mountains in the world.

So when he saw the Qianjun Brush from Qingshan Academy, he almost jumped for joy. With the help of this Qianjun Brush, his painting skills would definitely improve rapidly.

Xu Yan had seen Xie Yi dressed as a swordsman before and thought he didn't know the stuff and was just hanging out to see new things, so he had a cold attitude.

At this moment, when he saw the light in Xie Yi's eyes, that kind of passion and joy, he knew that Xie Yi was a knowledgeable person.

His face straightened, he stood up and cupped his hands and said, "Xu Yan, a young student, I wonder what you call your friend?

The people who saw him at the stall not far away were immediately startled and thought to themselves: "This boy named Xu is cold and arrogant. He only bows and says nothing when the leader comes. He took the wrong medicine today and actually treated a swordsman." Such courtesy.”

"Yan Chixia, nice to meet you." Xie Yi said with cupped hands. He wanted to hide his identity now and didn't want to cause a disturbance, so he gave a false name.

Before, he had a sword fight with someone in Lingguan Town and reported his identity. Today, he used a method to kill Tang Chong and revealed his identity as a Nuo master. It was a big limelight, and it was probably spread throughout the world.

Anyone with a little experience in martial arts can guess that they are the same person by comparing their body and appearance.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, since you named this thing, you must know its mysterious origin, but you should think clearly before buying it."

Xu Yan said this because he was worried that Xie Yi was not strong enough and would not be able to use it after buying it, so he put this treasure on hold.

"Fellow Daoist Xu's family heirloom, if I buy it, I will naturally cherish it. Don't worry, fellow Taoist." Xie Yi said with a smile.

Xu Yan had a look of surprise on his face, his mouth opened wide, and he couldn't even speak for a while.

This pen is indeed a relic of his grandfather. Now that he is in urgent need of money, he has no choice but to sell it.

He was surprised when he heard that a strange swordsman recognized the Qianjun Bi. The other party actually knew that it was his family heirloom. He was shocked to the extreme.

"The pen box is at least sixty years old, and has the unique mark of Qingshan Academy. Taoist friend is young, so it is impossible to be the original owner of this thing. In addition, the method you practiced came from Qingshan Academy, so I guessed that it belongs to the elders in your family. It seems I guessed it right." Xie Yi smiled.

He saw that Xu Yan's breath was clear and flowing like water, but his thoughts were very quiet. His thoughts were as calm as a mountain. The mountains and rivers were harmonious, and movement and stillness were intertwined. This was a phenomenon that could only be achieved by practicing the "I See Green Mountains Method".

He was really surprised that people from Qingshan Academy came to set up a street stall, so he came over.

"Tao friendly eyesight." Xu Yan originally had a cold temperament, but at this moment he couldn't help but smile and praised.

Not only did he marvel at Xie Yi's eyesight, he was also curious about Xie Yi's origins. He could see his skills at a glance and recognize the secret mark of Qingshan Academy on the box. He could not be an ordinary swordsman.

With the vision and knowledge that Xie Yi showed just now, there is no way he is an unknown person.

He had been setting up a stall in Hongyeji for three days and had heard many rumors, but he had never heard of a swordsman named Yan Chixia.

"Now, fellow Taoist, are you willing to sell this pen to me?" Xie Yi asked.

"You can sell it, but Xiaosheng has a merciless request." Xu Yan cupped his hands.

"Please tell me." Xie Yi had already guessed what Xu Yan was going to say, and probably wanted to test whether he could use this pen.

"As fellow Taoist said, this thing is indeed my grandfather's relic. Now I am in urgent need of money and have to sell it, but I hope to find a good owner for it. Don't let it down."

Xu Yan paused, and then said: "I want to ask fellow Taoist to write a word with it now. You can write anything. As long as you write it, I will sell it to you. I wonder if you can agree?"

Xie Yi smiled and said, "What Xu Daoyou said is reasonable and reasonable. I do not deny it, so it would be a shame."

Xu Yan saw that Xie Yi was not an ordinary person, and there was a high possibility that he could use the money, but he still wanted Xie Yi to test the pen to make sure.

In fact, he also hoped in his heart that Xie Yi could use it, so that if he sold the pen, he could get a sum of spiritual money to solve his urgent need.

At this moment, I was very happy to hear Xie Yi's agreement, and immediately put away the things on the small table to make room.

The paper was laid out on the table, and there was ink in the inkstone. Xu Yan took it out from the book box. He arranged the things, picked up the Qianjun pen with his own hands, and handed it to Xie Yi.Xie Yi took the Qianjun pen and felt his whole body sinking. This heaviness was not because his body became heavier, but because he was affected by the meaning of the pen and felt a strange oppression in his soul and mind.

He was standing by the table, feeling the flow of mana in his body, and found that his body's mana was moving slowly.

The mana moves at will, but now that his soul is oppressed, the mana naturally slows down.

He stretched out his hand, and the Qianjun pen in his hand hung on the paper. He slowly lowered it, mana poured into the pen, and his hand suddenly sank. He felt that the pen was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he almost couldn't hold it.

His spirit was shaken, and he concentrated on holding the pen. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he thought to himself: "It's so hard to deal with this, it's really a good pen."

Seeing his movements, Xu Yan's heartbeat was beating so fast that it felt like it was jumping into his throat, but a kind of hope arose in his heart.

This was the first time he had seen someone who held the Qianjun pen without dropping it and could still laugh.

In the past, all the uncles and uncles in the Xu family wanted this pen to give to their sons, but none of the cousins ​​could hold it securely.

Xie Yi held the pen, which was hanging on the paper without falling. His brows were slightly furrowed, his face was slightly red, his breath was a little messy, and his hands were shaking.

He originally wanted to write a word, but every time he wanted to put pen to paper, he couldn't. He always felt as if the table below would collapse as soon as he started writing.

The Qianjun pen is a spiritual object and has the power to suppress the heart. Now his soul and heart are being pressed by the pen, creating an illusion.

Xu Yan also became nervous, Qian Jun Bi was so magical, he knew that Xie Yi was now wrestling with Qian Jun Bi's will.

If you can write the first word, no matter what you write, whether it looks good or not, as long as you write the word you want to write, you have defeated the intention of the pen and you are qualified to use this pen.

If you can't write the first word, even if you buy it, you won't be able to write a word in the future. Every time you write, you will think of today's frustration and be upset.

This is the magic of Qianjun pen.

The owners of many stalls nearby were watching, and so were the customers. The shouts and bargaining around them suddenly disappeared.

The stall owners paid attention because they knew that the scholar surnamed Xu had an unusual relationship with the market owner. They were curious about what the scholar was selling. After the market owner came to see it before, he walked away in anger.

The guests saw that the sum was unusual, that a Qi Transformation monk had such difficulty in getting it, and they were curious about what would happen next.

There is a three-story building in the center of Hongyeji, where the owner lives.

In the study room on the third floor, there is a large mural that occupies one wall. It depicts a majestic green mountain with clouds flowing on the mountain and a waterfall on the mountainside.

The aura above the waterfall is filled with light, and the picture changes, showing where Xie Yi and Xu Yan are on East Street.

A middle-aged Confucian scholar stood in front of the mural, with the Dharma light flowing around his body like water, but his eyes as calm as a mountain, quietly looking at the scene of the waterfall manifesting.

Standing next to her was a young girl, also dressed as a scholar, wearing a black Confucian scarf and a blue Confucian suit, with mountain patterns embroidered on the hem of the cuffs and cloud patterns embroidered on the collar.

At this moment, his face was tense, even his breathing had stopped, and his face was red from holding back.

The Confucian scholar suddenly raised his hand, flicked his sleeve, and hit her on the back, "A scholar should be calm. Even if Mount Tai collapses in front of him, his face will not change. You have been reading for so many years, why are you still so restless?"

The girl coughed repeatedly. She had been holding her breath for too long. "Ahem, Dad, do you think the swordsman can be written? Ahem."

"Whether he writes successfully or not is all Xu Yan's own business, what does it have to do with us?" the Confucian scholar snorted coldly.

The girl stuck out her tongue and thought to herself: "If it's none of your business, why are you staring at this mural every day?"

But she immediately covered her mouth. Her father didn't like her sticking out her tongue. He thought it was inappropriate and wanted to scold her if he saw it.

The Confucian scholar had no time to look at her. He stared at the figure in the mural, his eyes suddenly fluctuated, and he said, "He is about to write."

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