Not far in front of the gate, there is a long table with classical fragrance, quietly placed on it, and there are four treasures of study on it, brush, ink, paper and inkstone.
Huang Zheng looked around, feeling a little strange: "What is the third level?"
Gu Pofeng laughed loudly: "The vice-religion master Huang came to see the 'Supernatural Powers Ancient Books' and 'Scholars' Handwriting', these are the essence of my knowledge of the Supernatural Powers, the pinnacle of literature, people in the world think that we are profound We only know how to wield knives and guns, and kill people with iron fists, today we will do the opposite, and compare whose writing is better."
Wenbi
The third level turned out to be Wenbi.
This was beyond Huang Zheng's expectation.
The memories in his mind, those who came before the Supernatural Ability Sect, were all in the first level, and were eliminated in the second level, and no one came to the third level.
I thought about countless versions, but I didn't expect that the third level would be Wenbi.
Hehe, Gu Pofeng smiled sinisterly, Huang Zheng, we have investigated your past clearly, but it is Xiaosi, a servant of a family named General Fang in Dachu, who can learn characters and read books, It's already a blessing that you have cultivated in several lifetimes, now, you are not dead yet.
"Supernatural power taught Hong Yi to meet the deputy leader Huang."
Just as Huang Zheng was standing there in a daze, a thin boy in white clothes, only at the early stage of inner alchemy, came in front of the two of them.
"Come on, come on, Deputy Leader Huang, let me introduce you, this Elder Hong is the elder in charge of the 'Shentong Library' of our Shentong Sect. No. 1 scholar, nicknamed King of Kings, King of Broken Hearts, the emperor personally awarded the title of the world's number one young scholar, educated and rich, talented, today, let him compare with you, if your handwriting is better than his , even if you win."
"Deputy Master Huang, you have no rivals in the world. Is there any problem in this competition? Of course, if you really can't write, you can find someone from the secular or other sects to compete for you."
Gu Pofeng teased Huang Zheng.
If not, can someone else replace it
There are people, the words written by Da Chuye Piaoling, one word can be turned into a treasure, but can Huang Zheng find him? Even if you win the competition with him, you will lose your face if you pass it on.
This supernatural power sect is too insidious, even if others pass the first two levels, they will definitely die here.
How many masters are there in the world, who can be the number one scholar in civil and military affairs in the secular world
He stood where he was, thinking hard.
Seeing Huang Zheng's troubled look, everyone in the Supernatural Power Sect became excited. Forgive you for your unparalleled supernatural powers, so what if you are invincible
Can write? How many years have you read? Hahaha, you Xiaosi, bumpkin, uneducated barbarian.
Gu Pofeng smiled sinisterly, while Hong Yi was expressionless, showing the demeanor of a Confucian scholar.
In the eyes of the two of them, Huang Zheng was bound to lose.
Writing is different from martial arts.
Warriors are easy to get, but book sages are hard to find.
It is not easy to practice martial arts alone, and it is even more difficult to write well.
For a person like Hong Yi, there is only one among the millions of disciples in the entire Shentong Sect.
"Vice Hierarch Huang, if you admit defeat, we don't have to give up this spiritual weapon. After all, we also know that not every mystic can write calligraphy as well as martial arts."
Gu Pofeng kept stimulating Huang Zheng who was in deep thought.
"Okay, it's a dragon or a snake, it's just a comparison, but I have a question, who has the final say on whether the writing is good or not?" Huang Zheng said suddenly, shocking the members of the Shentong Sect.
"Can this kid know how to write? Why is he so confident all of a sudden?"
"Fart, everyone can write, but this kid's handwriting is absolutely bad, he's scaring people."
"Our investigation clearly shows that he grew up in Fangfu, and his handwriting is average. We have all the handwriting he wrote in Fangfu."
"How old is he? Why are you panicking? It took Hong Yi 18 years to learn to write, and now he has been writing for 180 years. How old is this Huang Zheng? Why are you panicking?"
In the distance, there was a lot of discussion about the Divine Ability Sect, and Gu Pofeng raised his head slightly in front of him, and looked at the ancient gate.
"This is the gate of my magical library. There are more than 100 million books in the gate. It gathers all kinds of ancient books from ancient times to the present. It is the representative of many civilizations, wisdom, and knowledge in the world. This gate is called the 'Gate of Saints'." , is the door drawn by a great sage in ancient times who exhausted his life's blood. The great sage wrote characters, submerged in water to transform fish, and painted dragons that flew into the sky. After finally drawing this door, From the drawing paper, this door really conjured up, and the great sage died with all his strength."
"Whoever writes well among you will open this door to whomever. He is the essence and blood of an ancient sage. He is impartial and unbiased. Huang Zheng, this, I, Gu Pofeng, can guarantee it with my personality."
Saint's Gate? Huang Zheng looked at this door and thought that there are still people in the secular world who call Ye Piaoling Ye Shengren.
Ha ha, is the saint right? Could it be fair and selfless? Ye Piaoling himself did something wrong.
"Okay, let's get started, Elder Hong, Huang Zhengcai has little knowledge, so let's learn Elder Hong's characters first."
Hong Yi finally smiled at this time, the expression on his face was calm all the time, when he was asked to write, he finally had a smile, that kind of smile was a confident smile, obviously, he wrote a letter to himself With more than a hundred years of writing, I am very confident.
He walked to the front of the stage, picked up a pen, and said slowly: "Today, I will only write three words, and these three words can express the life of Deputy Hierarch Huang."
Oh, Huang Zheng's eyes lit up, and he seemed to feel something, and he was also looking forward to it in his heart.
He continued: "Vice Hierarch Huang now has great supernatural powers, is invincible, sweeps across the world, and has no opponents. He is like the wild sand in the dusk desert of my Great Zhou Dynasty. When the wind blows, the sky and the earth turn pale, covering up all the sharpness. For my first character, I just write the word 'sand'."
Wild sand in the desert is the most destructive thing in the desert, even in the secular world. According to Hong Yi, Huang Zheng's destructive power is as amazing as the wild sand in the desert.
He wrote with a brush, obviously holding pen and ink, but wrote on the paper with a "rustling" sound, and soon an ancient character like quicksand appeared on the white paper.
As soon as Huang Zheng saw this word, he felt that this word was like a grain of sand. The desolation in the desert, the wind and sand all over the sky, and the destructive power that ravaged the world came alive on the paper.
Especially when Hong Yi finished writing and held it up high, even the members of the Shentong Sect in the distance could feel that the word was about to turn into a grain of sand through the screen, and it might fall off the paper anytime, anywhere.
Is this the ability of the ancient great sages who said in ancient legends that "drawing characters into gold and writing birds into the forest"
This Hong Yi held an ordinary writing brush in his hand, chatted a few strokes, and the writing was almost fake and turned into a real grain of sand. What kind of knowledge is this
This is not supernatural powers, this is a vision that will be caused when he has reached a certain level of knowledge, the article arouses the reaction of heaven and earth, and the writing is as if it is magical, and the false can be confused with the real, and he has integrated his whole life into this word.
No wonder the ancient sage died from exhaustion after drawing a real door. It was because all the essence and blood had melted into the paper, so he lost his life.
Admiration, admiration, Huang Zheng shook his head and smiled wryly, deeply admiring.
Seeing Huang Zheng's expression, Hong Yi smiled and threw it casually. The piece of paper fell gently to the side. The word "sand" on it slipped from the paper and fell to the ground with just a swipe. A real grain of sand.
"My second character is called 'filial piety'. I heard that Deputy Hierarch Huang lost his parents very early. It was Fang Han, the instructor of the Fangfu, who taught the characters. Deputy Hierarch Huang treats your husband with respect. , regarded as his parents, not long ago, he personally empowered him and raised his merits, reaching the sky in one step... "
Hong Yi's words shocked Huang Zheng because he was well-informed about the Supernatural Power Sect, but before he could reflect on the meaning of this sentence, he saw that he formed the word "filial piety" in one stroke, and it was almost completed in this word. In an instant, a vision suddenly appeared behind him, colorful auspicious rainbows, white clouds turning into carp, and two sparrows, one big and one small, swishing down in front of Hong Yi's stage.
If there are secular court scholars here, they will immediately think of an ancient allusion called "Yongquan Leaping Carp".
"Jiang Shi, married Pang. The husband and wife are filial. His family is six or seven miles away from the Yangtze River. Pang often goes to the river to fetch the Yangtze River water that his mother-in-law likes to drink. The mother-in-law loves fish, so the couple often cook fish for her. , the mother-in-law didn’t want to eat alone, so they invited the neighbor’s old lady to eat with her. Once, due to the strong wind, Pang’s fetching water was late, and Jiang Shi suspected that she was neglecting her mother, so she kicked her out of the house. Pang lived in the neighbor’s house and worked hard day and night. Weaving yarn and entrusting the savings to the neighbors to send home to honor the mother-in-law. Later, the mother-in-law learned about Pang’s expulsion, so Jiang Shi invited him back. On the day Pang’s return home, a spring gushed out of the courtyard , the taste is the same as that of the Yangtze River water, and two carp jump out every day. Since then, Pang has used these to worship his mother-in-law, so he doesn’t have to go far to the river.”
As the saying goes, "the sweet spring on the side of the house comes out, and once there are two carps. The son can serve his mother, and the wife is more filial to the aunt."
This is the ultimate expression of "filial piety" in ancient times.
And Hong Yi's word "filial piety" cited changes in the world, white clouds turned into carp, and the means of creating something out of nothing in the divine realm are nothing more than that.
Huang Zheng looked at the vision all over the sky, and recalled the words Ye Piaoling gave him that day.
Even if Ye Piaoling came here, his handwriting might not be better than that of Hong Yi.
He shook his head and continued to smile wryly, feeling faint anger in his heart.
On the surface, Hong Yi praised him for respecting his teacher and being filial to his master, but in fact it meant that Shentongjiao knew about Fang Han and his son, which was a threat.
Threatening Huang Zheng with the people Huang Zheng cares about.
"Okay, it really is the number one scholar in civil and military affairs, number one in the world, what about the third word?" Huang Zheng sneered.
Hong Yi picked up his pen and thought about it quietly.
"Vice Hierarch Huang, I heard that you were born as a secular Xiaosi and an ordinary family general, but you were not afraid of power and killed bullies. Since then, you have soared into the sky, turned into a dragon, and today, you have become one of the best in the world. , Holding a divine weapon, you are the head teacher, regardless of your status, a hundred secular emperors are not as good as you, so I will write another word 'gui' to show that you will be a powerful and respected party in the Tiandi Continent in the future."
The word "gui" written by Hong Yi, but the light black pen and ink writes golden light, riches and glory. After writing the word "gui", Hong Yi, Huang Zheng, Gu Pofeng standing next to this word, There is an air of opulence.
Good handwriting, good handwriting, even if this handwriting is held in the hand of the most shabby beggar, others will regard it as an emperor, grandson, nobleman, emperor and prime minister. In all fairness, the handwriting Huang Zheng wrote to him is an admiration. land.
However, between Hong Yi's words, he was obviously laughing at his previous background as a small mundane young man, far inferior to him, the number one scholar in civil and military affairs in the seven provinces.
You are good at writing, but your bearing is far inferior to Ye Piaoling, Huang Zheng secretly sneered.
He took a step forward and took the pen in Hong Yi's hand: "The word 'expensive'?"
Then he shook his head slightly and said something that almost made everyone jump around: "The word 'expensive' is not worthy of my identity, but Hong Zhuangyuan wrote it himself, and I reluctantly wrote it. How about it, I will write one too. Characters, only this character is worthy of my identity, Hong Zhuangyuan, open your eyes and see, which one is better, my characters or yours."