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"Huo Guang, you go to the army, everything is ready, wait for me at the bamboo house!" Yan Chuan ordered.
"Yes!" Huo Guang responded.
Huo Guang left. Twenty silver armours guarded Yan Chuan. Liu Jin followed Yan Chuan back to the bamboo house.
"The writing brush, is it all here?" Yan Chuan asked Liu Jin.
"Yes, although the prince seldom uses it, here are all of them!" Liu Jin respectfully said.
"Well, you go out! No one can come in without my order!" Yan Chuan said solemnly.
"Yes!" Liu Jin exited the bamboo house with curiosity. And close the bamboo house from the outside.
Yan Chuan took a look at these brushes again.
There are fifty-four brushes in total, but these brushes are too bad in Yan Chuan's eyes. I took one before and only wrote the word Zhen Xiong. It was unbearable and collapsed.
"Wow!"
Yan Chuan throws a lot of brushes on the floor, and these pens can't bear his own writing. .
Fifty-four brushes, in the end, only three purple jade brushes were left, all with exquisite jade dragons.
Rolling out a piece of rice paper, calmly, grabbed a purple jade brush, and looked at the newly laid rice paper, Yan Chuan was silent for a while.
Yan Chuan squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was holding a copy in his heart.
Suddenly, Yan Chuan opened his eyes, and a bright light shot from Yan Chuan's eyes. Picking up his pen and dipping the ink, Yan Chuan slowly began to write on the rice paper.
"call!"
The room was whirlwind again, and even a faint mist was condensed around it. With each stroke, it seemed like a golden light came out from under the brush. The golden light was everywhere, and the wind and rain loomed in the room. The golden light in the pen is getting brighter and brighter.
Yan Chuan wrote a big "town" stroke by stroke.
Obviously it was written in pitch black ink, but after writing, the words overflowed with golden light weirdly.
The last stroke fell.
"call!"
The surrounding cyclones and fog were quickly absorbed, and quickly sucked into the word'town'.
"Boom!"
Holding the pen, Yan Chuan heard roars from the words.
After absorbing all the wind and rain, the word'town' became more and more shining, and even amid the roar, radiating dazzling golden light, golden light shining all over, amidst the golden light, a seven-story octagonal gold pagoda slowly floated up.
The Jinta is unnamed, but it is full of aura of everything.
The word'town' reveals a golden pagoda. Yan Chuan's writing has also completely stabilized into the state of'the pen showing the atmosphere'.
"Huh!" Yan Chuan exhaled with satisfaction.
The purple jade brush in his hand had already turned into powder at this moment, completely dissipated by the vitality of heaven and earth.
Yan Chuan's face was pale, with a wry smile and said: "Anyone who practices Chinese characters, one word falls, and he can inject the vitality of the four directions into himself, and temper his **. This is a great good thing. I don't want my ** because of too much vitality. , Almost can't bear it? Haha!"
Looking at the golden pagoda floating on the rice paper, Yan Chuan smiled faintly, and folded his hands gently.
The rice paper folded up, and the golden pagoda suddenly disappeared.
After stacking it several times, Yan Chuan carefully took it into his arms.
After that, he closed his eyes and adjusted his breath for a while before he got up and reopened the bamboo house.
Outside the bamboo house, Huo Guang and Liu Jin were waiting. Not far away is a big sedan chair carried by sixteen people.
"Lord!" everyone respectfully said.
"Ready?" Yan Chuan said lightly.
"Yes, the three thousand guards of the monarch camp have all been rectified, and the subordinates have already sent five hundred soldiers to investigate the enemy situation in the Quartet!" Huo Guang respectfully said.