Yunyan Gate!

Su Tinghe and Hang Qing sat together.

There was another person in front of them.

He was dressed in gray cloth, with white hair and beard, an old face, but his eyes were very vivid.

"Old Mo! Are you going to Qingzhou this time to recruit disciples from inheritance?"

Su Tinghe looked at the old man with a respectful attitude.

This is a famous casual cultivator in the Shenmu Dynasty, and is known as Kuangmo!

He is even rare practitioners who follow the word "六文".

Unpredictable strength!

At least Su Tinghe broke through the transformation of the gods and could not see the strength of the old man.

"Yeah! I'm not young anymore."

Kuangmo stroked his beard and smiled and said, "It's time to find a inheritor after practicing for two thousand years. When my skills are passed down, I will go and find the ethereal sky-recording pen and floor-carving paper."

"These two treasures are ancient legends with the Zhuxian Sword, and it is not certain whether they really exist."

Hang Qing sighed, "These are only rumors, and no one has ever seen them before. Why don't Mr. Mo let go of this obsession?"

"Hahaha!"

Kuang Mo said calmly, "I can die in the morning and the sky!"

Recording the sky pen and carrying the floor paper may not be very tempting to other practitioners.

But for those who walk the word or the painting.

It's like seeing a fairy wearing a bikini, and it's unbearable to desire.

It is said that if there are two words written on the Lutian pen and the floor paper, you can immediately understand the great way, ascend in the sun, and live forever.

Kuangmo doesn’t want the great way, don’t ascend in the daytime, don’t live forever.

He just wanted to see what the two words on the Tianzhu pen and the floor paper were better than himself.

Kuangmo, how could he have such a title if he is not Kuang?

He also knew that the reason why Hang Qing advised him to let go of his obsession was that he wanted to recruit himself into the Ruoshuimen and become the Supreme Protector.

Over the years, many forces have extended olive branches to him.

The conditions offered are higher than the other.

But Kuangmo didn't even look down on him because it would delay his time in searching for Taoism.

"If you, Ruoshuimen, take out a record pen or a floor paper, what if I give you my life?"

Kuang Mo looked at Hang Qing with a smile, without any fluctuations in his eyes.

His desire for Tao is firm. Except for the heavenly pen and the ground paper, nothing can touch his firm Taoist heart.

"Old Mo! If you want to find traces of these two treasures, I would recommend it to you."

Su Tinghe remembered Shen Tian, ​​the man who fought with the Demon Ancestor who was in trouble ten thousand years ago.

She felt that if anyone in the world knew about the news of recording the pen and carrying the floor paper, only Shen Tian might have known it.

“Where?”

Kuang Mo became interested and sat upright.

Su Tinghe smiled and said, "At the foot of our Yunyanmen, there is a hidden senior who is fighting with the Demon Ancestor ten thousand years ago. I think this senior has a long history and should know the news of the Lutian Pen and the Lidian Paper."

"I've written it down!"

Kuang Mo didn't ask much, since he heard that this senior was a hidden senior.

It must be that he can ask directly, but that he has to search for it himself.

Although the senior Su Tinghe mentioned may have the same cultivation level as him.

However, people chose to hide.

If I asked in detail, I would feel a little disrespectful.

What's more, Kuang Mo may have a request.

Although he did not think that Shen Tian had a record pen and a floor paper in his hand.

This is something in ancient legends, only rumors have not been seen before.

..... "You write two words! Let me see how good you are!"

Chen Tian took out the paper and pen and put it on the counter.

Since I want to teach Jian Chi, I must see how good he is.

Only in this way can we further teach him.

"Master! What do you want me to write?"

Jian Chi picked up the pen and looked at the empty white paper, his head was also empty.

My whole body was as nervous as if I was facing the college entrance examination, and blue veins appeared in my hands holding the pen.

Crack... His power is not weak.

The brush broke directly under his grip.

"You don't have to be nervous, it will affect your performance."

Chen Tian did not blame Jian Chi for holding the broken brush, but bent down and took out one again from under the counter.

He rarely uses this pen, and it was rewarded by the system at the beginning.

Although I can't understand it, I know it's a treasure.

"Master! I..."

Jian Chi was about to apologize, but his hand that took the pen suddenly felt a slump.

It seemed as if he was holding a huge weight in his hand, and he was a little staggering.

Boom... The sword snail subconsciously used the exercises to offset the heavy gravity brought by the brush.

"I'm so irritable! I can't even hold a pen!"

Chen Tian hurriedly reached out to hold the staggering sword crazy, but he didn't feel any difficulty.

It seemed that the heavy gravity of the brush had failed to work here.

At the same time, Jian Chi also felt the force on the brush disappearing when Shen Tian touched him.

The brush is a treasure!

Jian Chi understood that this brush was powerful and realized that he was not the master.

Qianjun’s gravity comes from the test of the brush on oneself.

This is also because Chen Tian handed him the brush, otherwise he would have felt that he might have been seriously injured by three words that day.

What is the origin of this brush?

Why does it feel similar to the Zhuxian Sword?

Jianchi looked down at the brush, and there were two clear small words engraved at the end.

Record the sky!

Hiss... Jian Chi took a breath of air conditioning and was shocked by the atmosphericity of the pen's name.

Record the sky!

It means recording the world!

And the height of the sky, the strength of the sky, and the power of the sky.

Anyone who practices can feel something.

A brush actually wants to record the world. How much magic power should this be and how high the cultivation level is to dare?

Jian Chi raised his eyes and looked at Chen Tian carefully. He felt that he wanted to refresh his guess about the master's strength.

master!

How strong are you?

Chen Tian did not see Jian Chi's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "I'm still ignorant? Write two words as soon as possible and write your name!"

He didn't know what to write about Jian Chi.

Just follow the habit and just ask someone to write a name to see the level.

But as soon as he said that, he regretted it.

After all, when Yuan Duoer told him the origin of Jian Chi, no one knew the name of Jian Chi.
To be continued...