Grand Nuo Lord

Chapter 32
Xie Yi is about to write.

His thoughts were complicated and his breath was disordered before, but now he has relaxed his brows and his hands are no longer trembling.

The Qianjun brush presses on the heart, making people's heartstrings tense, as if facing a big enemy, it will make people's mental strength exhausted quickly.

When an ordinary person holds a pen for the first time and experiences this feeling, it is inevitable that he will feel conflicted in his heart. Once the conflict occurs, he will become more and more energetic with the intention of the pen. The pen will feel heavier and heavier, making it difficult to hold.

Xie Yi adapted quickly. He was a Nuo master and a swordsman. He had been fighting monsters and wandering on the edge of danger all year round. His heart had already been trained to be as hard as stone.

This feeling of tight heartstrings may be depressing to others, but to him it is commonplace.

Xu Yan also noticed this, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he became even more curious about Xie Yi's identity.

Xie Yi took a deep breath and slowly lowered the Qianjun pen in his hand. The moment the tip of the pen came into contact with the paper, a flash of inspiration flashed across the pen, leaving a thin and straight ink mark.

He started writing slowly, but when he wrote, he was crisp and clean. When he started writing, he seemed to finish it in an instant.

Xu Yan watched from the side, his eyes narrowed slightly, hairs all over his body, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

He watched the stroke just now, and felt that Xie Yi was not writing, but drawing his sword.

The pen tip flashed across, and he seemed to see a sword unsheathed. The cold light flashed across, and the sword chanted, leaving a long and thin sword mark on the paper.

He stood on the right side of Xie Yi, and the stroke from left to right was like a sword stabbing at him. He felt it more clearly, that's why he was so nervous.

At this moment, when he looked at the handwriting on the paper again, he felt that this line was as thin and long as silk, and exuded a sharp taste.

As a descendant of Qingshan Academy, Xu Yan naturally has good eyesight and knowledge, and he could recognize at a glance that this was the meaning of the word that could only be found in iron seal script.

He looked at the Qianjun pen in Xie Yi's hand, feeling a little dazed in his heart, and said to himself: "This man wrote the first time he held the pen, and he wrote the legendary iron wire seal script. He is really amazing."

It is very rare for a person who uses the Qianjun pen for the first time to be able to adapt to the mysteries of pressing the heart and smoothly express what he wants to write on paper.

If it was written in special spiritual seal script, it would be even more unusual.

This not only requires strong mental strength, but also a very advanced understanding of the Lingzhuan.

People watching nearby noticed something strange about Xu Yan. They saw Xie Yi scratching the paper with his pen, and Xu Yan's whole body tensed up.

He suddenly became curious and wanted to know what was written on the paper, but Xu Yan was so nervous.

Xie Yi held the pen, and the light on the tip of the pen faded. He suddenly felt dizzy, his body flickered, and he almost couldn't stand still.

Xu Yan, with quick eyes and quick hands, supported him and took the Qianjun pen smoothly, making him let out a long sigh of relief.

The Qianjun pen was extremely labor-intensive. When he held the pen, his heart strings were tense, his breath was suppressed, and his heart seemed to be weighed down by a mountain.

At this moment, I wrote a word and poured my heart and soul into the paper. My heart strings relaxed, and I suddenly felt a strong sense of exhaustion, as if I had just experienced a life-and-death duel.

He has a strong mind. If he were to write a random word, it would not be like this. Writing in iron wire seal requires more mental energy, so he is so exhausted.

"It's my first time to write this kind of seal characters with a pen. I'm still a little reluctant. I almost made a fool of myself and made my brother laugh." Xie Yi said with a smile.

Xu Yan shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter. If you have a thought in your mind, then put it into action. This is what a swordsman does. I will only admire you and not make fun of you."

He is a scholar who often writes and draws. He knows that when a person writes with a pen, he must write his best calligraphy.

This is the first thought that comes to a person's mind when holding a pen. It is consistent with one's own state of mind. When writing words, if the thoughts are clear, the writing will be better.

Xie Yi indeed thought so. When he got the pen, his first thought was to write iron wire seal script, and he succeeded.

Now that I think about it, if I hesitate to write other characters, it may not be possible.

Xu Yan put the pen in the pen case and was reading the calligraphy on the table. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. He had no other hobbies in his life but liked to collect all kinds of calligraphy.

He had only seen the iron wire seal script in Tian Jue Ke's Notes before. This time he saw the writing process with his own eyes, and it was written with his ancestral Qianjun pen. This piece of paper was of great significance to him.

He cupped his hands towards Xie Yi and said, "Fellow Taoist Yan, your handwriting is very good. Can you give it to me? I will take it back and keep it."

Everyone nearby knew that Xu Yan was arrogant and indifferent to the owner. Now he actually wanted to take the piece of paper back and collect it. They became even more curious and started talking about it.

Xie Yi heard the sounds around him. He smiled and cupped his hands and said, "It's an honor for me, brother, to take a fancy to my words." When Xu Yan heard his promise, his face lit up and he immediately cupped his hands and said, "Thank you very much. Friend, please wait a moment while I pack my things first. After that, we will go to the collector to trade."

"Okay." Xie Yi knew the rules of Hongyeji.

The entire Red Leaf Collection transaction, with an amount exceeding two hundred spiritual coins, needs to be done at the Qingshan Pavilion of the collection owner.

One reason is that large transactions involve a large amount of spiritual money, Hongyeji provides a place, and a commission is required.

The second is to be a witness. The transaction amount is large, which means the items are precious. The owner needs to confirm the wishes of both parties, then write a written receipt and sign and pledge it.

In the past, someone spent a lot of money to buy something at Hongyeji. After a while, he discovered that there was a problem. He couldn't find the seller when he came to Hongyeji, so he went to argue with the owner because he bought the goods from his territory.

This kind of thing happened too often, and the group leader got tired of it, so he made this rule. After signing the document, you will be responsible for any problems.

The people nearby were shocked when they heard that the two were going to Qingshan Pavilion for a transaction. The pen was worth at least two hundred spirit coins, and the handwriting must be very unusual. The discussion became even louder.

Xie Yi frowned slightly when he heard the words from the crowd.

Xu Yan covered the inkstone and put it in the book box, then took out a wooden box and was about to put the page in it.

Among the onlookers, a short middle-aged man suddenly said loudly: "Master Xu, wait a moment, what did this person write just now? Can you let me see it?"

Xu Yan held the wooden box and saw that the short man was covered in dust and his hands were still stained with mud. He frowned slightly and said, "It's just the word '一', there's nothing interesting about it."

It's not that he is stingy, but he wants to take this page back and keep it. If he shows it to this person, others will also read it, and everyone will touch it and get the paper dirty.

He had been setting up a stall in Hongye Market for three days, and he knew that these people liked to make noises, and they also didn't like to be clean.

When he said this, the short man suddenly felt that he had been refuted, his face turned red, and he did not speak, but others had something to say.

Xu Yan would set up a stool and table every day and read there, and he would always ignore everyone. People around him had long disliked him.

Seeing him selling such a treasure now, they were all jealous. When they heard Xu Yan's refusal, someone immediately helped him.

"Hey, Mr. Xu is so stingy, let's set up a stall here together, we can't see you when you look up, you can't even look at that piece of paper."

"Nonsense, Mr. Xu didn't open for three days, and the business was so big when he opened. How could he be a stingy person? Mr. Xu, if I were you, I would throw that piece of paper in this fat man's face and tell him to shut up."

"Haha, stop talking, you guys. Mr. Xu is a scholar and loves to be clean. He thinks our hands are dirty and is afraid that we will dirty his collection."

Xu Yan heard these people talking strangely, but they said what was in his heart, and he couldn't admit it.

He stood there holding the wooden box, shaking with anger, his face turning blue and white.

Little did he know that many of the people talking in the crowd were not looking at him, nor were they staring at the piece of paper, but at the pen case.

Xie Yi knew, however, that people die for money, birds die for food, and there are people everywhere who want money rather than their lives.

The people around saw that Xu Yan was silent, so they spoke more vigorously, with a provocative meaning in their words.

"He thinks our hands are dirty, haha, our hands are not dirty at all, come on, let's get closer and let Mr. Xu see if our hands are dirty."

"How can it be possible that the hands I just washed yesterday are dirty? Let's let Mr. Xu take a look together."

People around him knew that the group leader had come to see Xu Yan three days ago and that the relationship was unusual. However, the group leader walked away that time and never showed up again. It must have been a conflict.

Moreover, they have a large number of people, and they are not afraid of the Jizhu coming. When the time comes, they will be in a mess, and the Jizhu can kill them all.

While talking, many people gradually gathered around.

On the third floor of the Qingshan Pavilion, the girl looked at this scene with an anxious expression, crying, and said, "Father, go and help Brother Xu, if you don't go, something will happen to him."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar sighed. He knew what those people wanted to do, and was about to cast a spell to stop them.

There was a clang, and a sword chant suddenly sounded from the mural. A sword light flashed, and a rough and crazy voice said: "You want to see, okay, I will let you see enough."

(End of this chapter)