[Chapter 159 Dictation and Fragmentation (two more)]
“What is Junior Sister Yue saying?” Yuan Chaohui vaguely heard the word “Ling Jian”.
Yue Mingzhu glanced at Xia Qingchen quietly, and shook her head gently: “It’s nothing.”
Xia Qingchen is still an uninitiated disciple, and it is better not to publicize the matter of holding the arrow.
At this moment, Hengqianmo was already impatient, and said, “Junior Sister Yue, it is rare to see Lingjian in Wanjinglou in a hundred years. What are you hesitating about? If you miss this opportunity and want to see Lingjian again, it will be very difficult.
” , Moon Pearl is very determined.
“I’m only with brother Qingchen.” Yue Mingzhu said.
Yuan Chaohui’s brows furrowed high.
To be honest, what about one more Xia Qingchen at the party?
It’s just that it’s hard for him to swallow it.
Back then, he was able to enter the Nebula Sect by working hard on his own. How could Xia Qingchen get his cultivation and advice from a relationship?
However, Yuemingzhu has a close relationship with this person.
“Well, since Miss Yue said so, then you…” Yuan Chaohui looked at Xia Qingchen with a charitable tone.
Allow him to join the party, but leave him alone.
It’s just that Xia Qingchen has no interest at all in the so-called party.
They gather in groups, nothing more than to discuss gossip about testing, or to exchange martial arts.
But Xia Qingchen doesn’t need news!
The so-called detection, as long as the strength is strong enough, everything is not a problem, there is no need to pay attention.
And the exchange of martial arts is also what he does not want.
Too low-level martial arts communication, it is difficult for him to be interested.
“Miss Yue, go ahead, I have my own business to do.” Xia Qingchen said.
Redeeming the entry qualification of Wanjinglou is undoubtedly more important than meaningless gatherings.
Having said this, Yue Mingzhu naturally no longer insisted, and nodded obediently: “Okay, I will tell you when I get useful news.”
Hearing this, Yuan Chaohui’s brows stretched, and he cast a sideways glance at Xia Qingchen.
As if to say, count your interest.
Xia Qingchen turned a blind eye and came to Wanjinglou alone.
The Wanjing Building is the core of the entire Nebula Sect.
Therefore, there are strong guards inside and outside.
Xia Qingchen held the arrow in his hand and went through a triple inspection before finally entering the building.
But this time, it doesn’t seem to be the right time.
Nine disciples of different ages were squatting on the ground.
There is a stone bench in front of them each, with white paper flat on it, and everyone is holding a brush and racking their brains to think.
A fiery red-haired old man interspersed with them anxiously.
Eyes swept over and over again over the white paper in front of them.
“No, no, what you wrote is definitely wrong!”
“You are wrong too!”
“It’s still wrong!” The
old man pointed out mistakes from time to time, his eyebrows raised.
Those disciples were helpless, but they could only act in a hurry.
It turned out that there was an extremely precious orphan copy in the Wanjing Building. It was not checked for a while, and the handwriting was all blurred and could no longer be recognized.
Those who had borrowed this book were summoned by the owner of Wanjing Building.
Ask them to use their memory to silently write this isolated book out.
However, it has been half a year since they took this book at least, and at most four or five years.
Where do you remember the content?
“Hey! Are all of you reading books at a glance? No one remembers the content!” The landlord sternly criticized.
The nine disciples laughed bitterly and could only bury their heads in listening to the criticism.
The old man stomped his feet in anger.
As the owner, he cherishes the classics in the Wanjing Building the most.
The damp book “Tianyuanlu” records many secrets in the world and is one of the most precious hundred books in the Wanjing Building.
It hurts him so badly.
Suddenly, the old man glimpsed under the pine tree in the distance, Xia Qingchen was standing indifferently, waiting there.
It turned out that Xia Qingchen waited patiently beside them to see that they had something to do.
“You also came to write “Tianyuanlu” by dictation?” Usually, no one would come from Wanjinglou, but now, there are nine out of ten people who came to write it by dictation.
“Why are you here now? Come over here!” The old man beckoned.
Xia Qingchen walked over and said, “Lord, I’m here…”
To borrow the books of Wanjinglou, you must get permission from the landlord.
The old man in front of him should be the landlord.
“I know what you are here for, write quickly!” The landlord interrupted Xia Qingchen, pulled him to a stone bench, and gave him paper, ink, pen and inkstone.
Xia Qingchen was stunned for a while: “No, I’m here…”
“What nonsense, write quickly!” The landlord interrupted him impatiently.
Xia Qingchen was speechless.
He came to borrow books so much, how could he be pulled to write “Tianyuanlu”?
But looking at the anxious and displeased look on the landlord’s face, if no one finishes writing “Tianyuan Lu” in silent today, I’m afraid it will be difficult to borrow books from him, right?
“Okay, I can write, but which one do you want me to write?” Xia Qingchen sighed and said.
It wouldn’t take a cup of tea to write one anyway.
Instead, the landlord was stunned: “Tianyuanlu is just Tianyuanlu. How many more are there? If you don’t talk about it, write it quickly!”
“Tianyuanlu” is a famous book with a very long history.
Record the secrets of heaven and earth.
This record is divided into three volumes of heaven, earth, and people, with eighteen pieces in one volume and forty-nine pieces in one piece.
A total of two thousand six hundred and forty-six.
If he didn’t make it clear, how did Xia Qingchen know which one to compose?
He glanced at the disciple beside him.
The disciple was a woman in a light yellow gown with a calm temperament, about twenty-four years old.
Enchanting figure, fair skin, good appearance.
Of course, Xia Qingchen was not looking at her, but at the words she was writing silently.
After looking at the beginning, he recognized it and murmured, “It turned out to be the twenty-ninth book in the Herringbone Chapter.
” Xia Qingchen not only read “Tian Yuan Lu”, but he also had more than a thousand of them. Written by himself.
The content is naturally remembered.
He immediately picked up the pen and wrote.
At first, the landlord didn’t care about Xia Qingchen.
The stronger the martial artist’s cultivation, the stronger the memory.
Those old disciples were so powerful that they couldn’t remember them.
Xia Qingchen was too young to remember.
But Xia Qingchen’s pen was flying like a fly, and the rustling sound was like a rhythm, and it was continuous.
It’s hard for the landlord not to notice Xia Qingchen.
The other nine disciples also stopped writing and looked at Xia Qingchen with strange expressions on their faces.
“Fake it? Writing down so fast?”
I saw the white paper in front of Xia Qingchen, like snowflakes, fluttering one after another.
Each one is filled with vigorous text with neat and concise handwriting.
The landlord came over and frowned slightly: “You don’t want to write nonsense!”
Even people who have just seen it, can’t dictation so quickly, right?
What’s more, Xia Qingchen’s writing is flowing, without the slightest thought, just like a letter.
Anyone who sees it will think he is writing nonsense.
Xia Qingchen was unmoved, concentrated, and wrote in one go.
Seeing that he didn’t respond, the landlord snorted and warned, “If you can write, write it, if you can’t, forget it. If you write nonsense, the old man must deduct a few stars from you!”
Hearing this, the nine disciples smashed their tongues.
The so-called “star” is something that all Nebula Sect disciples are striving to acquire.
The number of stars determines the inclination of how many martial arts resources a disciple can get in the Nebula Sect.
For example, the treasure land of cultivation, panacea, powerful martial arts, guidance from famous teachers, etc.
[End of This Chapter]
