There was no time to reminisce about the past, but in a moment, a root with some green leaves growing on it was like a poisonous python coming out of the hole, piercing through the decaying palace gate and rushing in.

Chen Jianchen is very familiar with this scene. Once upon a time, it would appear in a boy's dream. In the dream, the elusive roots strangled on their necks, making people scream in the dream—

Now, it's not a dream, but there's also screaming.

The scream came from Nie Xiaoqian. When the girl saw that an existence far beyond her imagination, a sudden and fearful emotion had to be vented.

When the first thorns appeared, in a blink of an eye, there were whistling shadows in front of them floating. I don’t know how many thorns twisted their terrible and weird bodies, searching in the air like a spirit, as if waiting for the best opportunity, then swept over and had a full meal: "Hahaha, so many people, I will start a big killing tonight!"

It was as thick as a sharp weapon... The sharp and difficult sounds passing through the stones made the wind and rain dissipate.

In this case, it is extremely unrealistic to break through ahead.

"Go back!"

Yan Chixia shouted first. Chen Jianchen and others did not hesitate at all. Wu Yan picked up Nie Zhiyuan who was unconscious and quickly retreated from the front hall and retreated to the middle hall. But when they still wanted to retreat, they saw a circle of huge roots piercing through the earth walls on both sides, lingering through the outside, just like a giant python that chose to devour, blocking the retreat path-

They were surrounded.

In other words, there are countless such roots outside dancing up and down, surrounding the entire main hall. This is the desperate situation where there is no gate or road to heaven.

At the first moment, Huo Jun closed the two hall doors in front and behind. Although not the tree demons, he could even smash them with one punch, but after closing them, he could instinctively give him a sense of security.

A sense of self-deception.

what to do?

Is it really a thousand-year-old tree monster outside? Can trees become monsters? Can they still eat people?

The thoughts that came one after another were overturning Wu Yan and his people's values ​​and outlook on life. The various buildings that they had known in their lives for decades were like earthquakes that collapsed one by one and became ruins, and needed new proofs.

They were originally brave warriors, but when they encountered non-human existences, they became vain. Only the bearded swordsman outside was their only life-saving straw.

swordsman?

Soon Wu Yan and others remembered the reason why Chen Jianchen said he wanted to find the peerless swordsman here.

Could it be that the swordsman he was looking for was the big bearded man outside?

"Mr. Chen, what's going on?"

In an instant, countless questions came up, and I didn't know where to ask.

Chen Jianchen seemed calm and said in a deep voice: "Now is not the time to ask about these."

Well…

Wu Yan was speechless. It was indeed not suitable to ask questions at the moment, but what could he do? He rushed out with his weapons? Before he really wanted to have a life-and-death battle, they were reluctant to go to Zheng.

"Young Master, what should I do?"

Yingning's tone was a little nervous.

Chen Jianchen frowned and reached out to rub his fake beard, and suddenly said, "Ying Ning, the pen and ink serve."

This sentence is very casual and decisive, just like a great poet or a great writer who is excited and energetic when climbing a high place to look at the scenery, and he needs to write his feelings.

But now is not the time to splash ink and write.

Yingning suddenly realized what Chen Jianchen meant and immediately took off the blood sandalwood book basket. He actually arranged the four treasures of the study that the young master usually used and began to grind the ink.

Is this master and servant crazy?

Huo Jun, who had been holding on for almost a whole day, couldn't help but shout, "Chen Jianchen, what are you going to do?" Since the scholar appeared, he was full of strangeness and behavior was eccentric. To put it simply, it was a bit unreasonable and completely different from ordinary scholars.

"Do you have any opinions on my writing?"

Huo Junzhi was stunned and could not find any refutation. There was no restraint between them and they were not familiar with each other.

Chen Jianchen did not take action immediately, but looked around and saw that the space in the nave was not large. There should have been a Buddha statue in the middle. However, the Buddha statue had long been moved away, leaving only a broken seating platform there. The surrounding walls turned yellow, and many places were painted, and the green bricks inside were drawn out.

"Young Master, the ink is ground."

At this time, Yingning felt a little excited.

Nie Xiaoqian, who was on the other side, was curious and asked, "Liuxian, do you really want to write?"

At such a critical moment of survival and death, facing the unknown so-called monster, Chen Jianchen actually said he wanted to polish ink and write. I just don’t know what to describe it?

When you are in danger, don’t you go to the front of the battle?

It seems inaccurate. Looking back at what Chen Jianchen said before, he knew magic, could he say that the magic he learned could be expressed through writing?

When it comes to the rumored magic, Nie Xiaoqian immediately opened her eyes wide and wanted to see it clearly.

There are three pens on the ground, including big and small, small rabbit hair, and purple wolf hair. Especially the grown-up wolf hair, the pen tip is very long and dragged down to form a full head as full as a fist.

Chen Jianchen chose to pick up this big pen. When he lifted it up, he immediately became imposing. Chen Jianchen had too many pens, but he was never as urgent as this time today.

The thick ink of the Bitou Reef paused, and suddenly looked at Yingning with some concern. Yingning nodded with understanding and signaling.

In fact, Chen Jianchen was used to reminding him that he has made great achievements in his words in "Three Li Zhen Chapters" and could have used them as smoothly as he could control them, which was no longer possible.

If you have a pen in your hand and ink on your pen, what is it if you don’t write it?

So Chen Jianchen took a big pen and used the surrounding walls as paper to write the first big word to the fullest level of his ability: the word "天"!

"The heaven and earth have righteousness..."

As we kept swinging the pen, reef ink, and writing, big words appeared on the wall immediately. The first sentence of Mingzong was "The world has righteousness"!

Yingning remembered it very clearly, and couldn't help but clapped her hands and shouted: "It's "Song of Righteousness."

Chen Jianchen did not think without any hesitation and slowness. He continued to write one by one word and one sentence: "The heaven and the earth have righteous energy, and the manifold form is mixed: the lower one is the mountain, and the upper one is the sun and the upper one is the sun and the above one is the sun and stars......"

The light in the hall was dim and the light of the fire slabs was difficult to shine on the side, but Chen Jianchen didn't care. He had copied this song "Song of Righteousness" many times before, every sentence and word,

Every stroke is familiar with everything, even if he can't see his fingers, he can write it with his eyes closed.

While writing, she walked, without talking about the rules, and was purely acting with her intention. Ying Ning behind her followed with an inkstone. She saw the ink on the wall dripping with ink, and she felt a bit ferocious with her teeth and claws. Looking at it from a close distance, the long-lost feeling of terror surged into her heart again, and her two tweaks couldn't help but tremble slightly. Fortunately, she knew that the righteousness in the young master's writing could be retracted and relaxed, and there was no evil spirit inside and outside of her body and mind, and would not trigger the positive energy attack between the lines. But even so, the positive energy pressure emitted by the many fonts on the wall was still like a mountain, making her afraid to be moved and very nervous.

The young master's righteous cultivation has been greatly improved...

The little fox was sincerely happy for Chen Jianchen, feeling that the young master's method of protecting himself and establishing his life has finally begun to show his strength. If Chen Jianchen's righteousness was like a sword in the past, then now his righteousness, every word and every stroke he wrote, seemed to turn into a sword.

This sword can drive away evil, kill evil, and dare to kill ghosts and gods!

Chen Jianchen's commitment and Yingning followed each other, but on the other hand, Nie Xiaoqian and others who were standing in the hall were stunned. They had to stay there. First, they didn't understand what Chen Jianchen was doing; second, they didn't understand what the meaning of him writing so many words on the wall.

Wu Yan was more knowledgeable and knew that the Buddhist monks had a profound magic, which could use fingers to reef gold paint on pillars or walls to write. The characters written in this way have the effect of warding off evil spirits. The so-called "consecration" belongs to this category of behavior. However, the Buddhist monks wrote with fingers, and needed special gold paint, or even their own essence and blood.

But what about Chen Jianchen now?

The pen is a good wolf hair: the ink is a good ink, thick and shiny, with clear layers, and it is obviously from the special pine smoke in Huizhou. Such an ink chain has a market price of five jin of money, and not many people can afford it. On this point, it undoubtedly proves that Chen Huachen is not a poor scholar.

This four treasures of the study are a typical style of a rich family's scholarly children.

However, even if Chen Jianchen can write a huā, it seems to have nothing to do with dealing with the tree demon outside.

It doesn't matter at all.

"I am worried all the time, and the heaven is full of genus! The philosopher is far away, and the punishment is in the past. I read books on the wind eaves, and the ancient road shines on the face."

At this point, the song "Song of Righteousness" was just finished. He wrote on the wall with pure intention, so the most suitable one was cursive script. It was written in one go, with the words broken and the meaning was continuous, and the meaning was connected in a complex manner. It seemed that all the words were connected together, with the beginning and end connected, and it happened to be a whole. A circle was surrounded on the four walls. When encountering places with doors and windows, they did not avoid them, and they directly wrote them on the doors and windows.

There is a young scholar now, and dragons and snakes can fly on the wall!

Chen Jianchen threw a large pen on the ground, which was originally a very casual move, but unexpectedly,

The god felt an undepressed sense of fatigue, which reached the bone marrow, and his feet softened and his butt sat on the ground.

"Young Master..."

Yingning behind her reacted half a beat slower under the pressure of the room with full force of righteousness and did not support her at the first time.

Chen Jianchen shook his head and said, "I'm fine, just take a break."

Wu Yan and Huo Jun were watching each other on the other side, and both showed strange gods!
Chapter completed!