Eternal Soul Emperor

Chapter 238 Ink Pen
Hearing this, Wen Zhuangyuan looked through the screen window from the corner of his eye, followed the eyes of the left deputy head to look at the opposite side, and only saw a row of wing rooms rising from the ground on the west side of the well courtyard more than a hundred meters away.

"West Wing!" Wen Zhuangyuan was taken aback, thinking to himself, "Isn't the West Wing the daughters' residence?"

Puzzled, she heard a man's laughter faintly coming from the west wing, as if he was molesting a certain woman.

Wen Zhuangyuan seemed to understand a little bit, secretly gritted his teeth.

At this moment, she wished she could rush over immediately and stab the man inside who was laughing wildly to death, or congeal a sharp knife with zhenqi ink, and cut him into pieces.

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Seeing Wen Zhuangyuan seemed worried and hesitant, the left deputy head shook his head and chuckled, with a touch of disdain in his tone, he said: "It seems that you are not brave enough, I should choose someone else."

The deputy head of the left seemed to use aggressive tactics deliberately: "Besides you, there is also the second place, Tanhua, whose initial test scores are similar to yours."

"Although generally speaking, you Wen Dao disciples are less aggressive and decisive than our martial arts disciples, but there are also many of you who will show your master to your master in order to realize a certain wish. Enough loyal ministers, courage and courage!"

"In the continent where martial arts is the most important thing, I admire this kind of people the most, and only this kind of people can survive the cruel survival rules of today, and go further and further." At this moment, the left deputy head, with a A preaching tone, a master's demeanor, sincere and sincere.

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After listening to Deputy Head Zuo's nonsense, the fighting spirit in Wen Zhuangyuan's heart was sapped a lot by the other party, and a hint of impatience appeared on his face imperceptibly.

At this moment, Wen Zhuangyuan is still burying his head and cupping his fists, showing a full respectful attitude.

After hearing the words of the deputy head left, with deeply buried eyes, he glanced upwards from the corner of his eye, looked at the deputy head left opposite, stared fiercely in his eyes, and said with hatred in his heart: "Why don't you dare!"

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"Okay, refreshed!" The left deputy head showed a gleam of joy on his face, and said in a full-hearted manner, "As long as you are loyal enough to the old man, the old man guarantees that you will be the top three in the final palace examination."

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Seeing the undisguised overconfidence shown by the left deputy head, and the contempt for Wen Dao disciples in his words, the corner of Wen Zhuangyuan's mouth twitched slightly.

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"Okay." The left deputy head made the final decision, and then reminded, "Be sure to make all preparations before taking action."

"What else do you lack, just tell the old man, so that you don't lose money by stealing chickens!" Zuo deputy head said with a smile.

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"I am a disciple of Wen Dao, and I only have one weapon, and that is the ink pen for writing." Wen Zhuangyuan said bluntly.

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Hearing the words, the deputy head left was slightly taken aback, and said, "Where's your one?"

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"It was taken away by a puppy." Wen Zhuangyuan said casually.

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Hearing the words, the deputy head left frowned, and laughed so hard that he almost couldn't spit out his mouth.

"Okay, I'll lend you one." After saying that, the left deputy head patted the storage bag, reached out and grabbed a long and narrow box that flew out.

Opening the beautifully decorated box with a bright red lining, a huge eight-foot-long ink pen appeared. The head of the hall took it out and said, "This is an imitation! The vice-principal's biological father) there."

Speaking of this, the left deputy head turned the ink pen over, revealing the words on the back, and said: "The real thing is the reward for the first prize and the first place in the palace examination by the Queen Mother during the rule of the Dragon City Empire, although Every three years, there are champions and winners in the palace examination, but in today's era, it is a peerless treasure whose craftsmanship has been lost. Moreover, the one in the patriarch's hand has a profound heritage and a long history. , gaining it is like adding wings to a tiger, if it is combined with civil and martial arts, it can help your master fight a world!"

"Do you understand what the old man means?" The left deputy head looked at Wen Zhuangyuan and said softly.

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Wen Zhuangyuan nodded, his eyes were shocked, and he looked at the words printed on the ink pen: Slam Fang Qiu!

The name of the real piece is "Waiting Fang Qiu", which is directly related to the serial fraud case of the Queen Mother of Dragon City.

The martial arts disciple got the pen, it was useless, and had to be handed over to the Wen Dao disciple with a high enough cultivation base.

The one in front of me is just an imitation.

But even if it's just an imitation, you can feel a very oppressive momentum.

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The left deputy head handed the pen and box to Wen Zhuangyuan, and said, "Apart from the pen, is there anything else I need?"

"One inkstone is missing." Wen Zhuangyuan said.

Although the left deputy head felt a little strange, he didn't ask any more questions. He slapped the storage bag vigorously and grabbed the emerald green inkstone that flew out.

In this continent that respects martial arts, the inkstones used by Wen Dao disciples are all condensed from the pure Qi collected, and under the influence of the power of law, they show some similar attributes to ordinary inkstones.

The collection objects are mainly martial arts disciples, but also Wen Dao disciples themselves.However, it is very difficult for Wen Dao disciples to condense high-purity true energy.

In this continent that respects martial arts, the rise and fall of the world of literature and dao depends first and foremost on the rise and fall of the world of martial arts.

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"This inkstone is condensed from the true qi in the old man's body, but I don't know if it is suitable for you, and the imitation in your hand." The left deputy head said with a slightly worried expression, "I will give you the inkstone in person. Grind the ink, and then, try to write something and show it to the old man."

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Wen Zhuangyuan nodded.

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The deputy head left picked up the ink ingot, put it into the inkstone, and began to grind it finely.

After a while, a thick layer of fine toner was ground out.Under the action of the power of the law, the water-attribute true energy was injected into it as an arc light, and condensed into a liquid substance in the shallow groove of the inkstone, finally mixing out a tank of ink.

"Okay, next, you use the true energy ink that the old man gave you, and write a word." While speaking, the left deputy head handed the inkstone to Wen Zhuangyuan.

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Wen Zhuangyuan nodded, took the inkstone from the left deputy head, and placed it on the large table in the center of the wing room.

After taking a breath, Wen Zhuangyuan threw the huge ink pen into the air.

With a clear drink, with a light tap of her feet, the fluttering headband flew up with her, grabbed the falling ink pen in the air, and circled several times in succession. The fine dust all over her body swung out like mist, and the circle stopped above the table. Hanging upside down, he picked up a huge ink pen, and dipped it hard in the shallow groove of true energy ink in the center of the inkstone.

With a thought, the law of writing and Taoism is in operation. The moment the ink is injected into the pen, I can see that the ink of true energy suddenly turns into rough arcs of light, stirring the sound of "sizzling" current, flowing along the pen. superior……

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