Chapter 459

Tens of thousands of ink swords flew in the sky and finally landed on the third piece of paper.

The white paper has been dyed red by Wei Yu's blood.

The ink sword was restored to Liu Gongquan's masterpiece the monument of Shence army, and the whole piece of paper was transformed into a calligraphy monument.

There was a faint blood color in the blue stone tablet.

The tablet of Shence army on the monument is full of blood, and the words are like a sword.

Wei Yu, who was in a pool of blood, opened his eyes hard, looked at the monument and said with a sad smile: "ink sword blood monument, no injustice, no injustice in losing..." he fainted.

Fang Yun walked slowly to the end of the lecture hall and disappeared.

Qiao juze forgot Wei Yu lying on the ground and Fang Yun leaving. He didn't care about you Nian, the Jinshi of Shangshe who had just entered the mojian Pavilion. He looked up, watched the monument of Shence army carefully and commented in a low voice.

"The word 'country' is square and vigorous, showing the majesty and stability of the country, especially the process of writing by the center, like the river of protecting the country, which is like a spring breeze!"

"If this character is too square and strong, I will doubt that this font was not created by him, but the characters in this Xiongwen are beautiful, hard and thin, balanced, rigorous and tall, but it is most likely created by his enlightenment."

"Not only is the text new, but the content of this inscription is also considerable. If the legend is true, over time, this inscription may make meritorious contributions."

"With the sentence 'the knot is handed down from time to time, and it is not easy to write through the ages', the more you look at it, the more meaningful it becomes. This article is bound to be included in Wendao. I'm afraid many scholars will begin to learn this style. If this style is spread to a certain extent, it will be strange to write war poems in this style."

You Nian came quickly and said, "brother Qiao, what are you talking about? These three new inscriptions were written by Fang Yun? How could Wei Yu do this? Could it be... Fang Yun's ink sword? Darling! Why don't I come in first! Brother Qiao, please explain the process in detail!"

"Go, don't bother me to appreciate the inscriptions!" Qiao juze, a modest gentleman, became extremely impatient, waved his sleeve and walked slowly to the Wentai.

You Nian shook his head reluctantly and said: "Unexpectedly, he's still a little slow. Now that Fang Yun has entered the last seventh Pavilion, he can't see it. Wait for his last news. The three monuments in the sixth Pavilion must be ten chips. So, his first six chips must be full! Now Yan Yukong, the tenth son of Lingyan Pavilion, can only get sixty-two chips even after the last seventh Pavilion! As long as Fang Yun can If you get three chips, you can surpass Yan Yukong! "

Qiao juze said slowly, "Fang Yun's opponent is not Yan Yukong who has not grown up, but the saints, the leaders of hundreds of families and the unknown."

"I'd like to know how the Lei family handles this!" the Jinshi said and saw Wei Yu disappear in the mojian Pavilion.

In the Jingguo school palace, tens of thousands of students gathered outside the Lingyan Pavilion, looking forward to the results of the Lingyan Pavilion, and even more eager to know the dispute between Fang Yun and Wei Yu.

Lei Yuanting, the son of the Lei family in Jingguo, looked at him from a distance with a gloomy face.

Since he came to Jingguo, he has never been short of people. However, after being punished by Wen Xiangxiao for a slip of the tongue, all Jingguo students are far away from him. Even most of the students from other countries have gone to Jingguo, and only a few students attached to the Lei family are still standing beside him.

All the students bowed their heads and dared not look at their classmates.

Not long ago, Kang she and Liu Feng she, who failed to play Bo Ting, appeared one after another. Lei Yuanting saw with his own eyes that Xiao Guogong was carried out.

As the key person of gambling on Denglong stone, Lei Yuanting has always been quite stable, but now he is more and more depressed.

Suddenly, the light in Lingyan Pavilion flashed, and a man whose whole body was stained with blood appeared on the ground.

"Wei Yu!" Lei Yuanting strode to his wife and brother, but he suddenly stopped after only a few steps and looked at the wound on Wei Yu in disbelief.

"Well... You have entered the ink sword Pavilion. Only the ink sword can hurt you like this! Who, who did it! Who dares to hurt my Lei family like this! Is it Qiao juze or you Nian! Come out! Come out!"

Lei Yuanting said, quickly ran to Wei Yu's body and bent down to pick him up. However, the moment his hand touched Wei Yu's arm, a dozen translucent ink swords suddenly rushed out of Wei Yu's wound and swept Lei Yuanting's fingers.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss..." a few slight noises appeared, and I saw that many fingers of Lei Yuanting were cut off.

People nearby immediately talked about it.

"It's a worded ink sword! If you can bring this power out of Lingyan Pavilion, it shows that the owner of ink sword has at least got a calligraphy monument."

"Say less, at least two monuments can have such strong residual strength after leaving Lingyan Pavilion."

"I really don't know what Wei Yu's opponent wrote. You carefully recall the ink swords just now. They are full of war intention and national prestige. They are not like ordinary people. If this ink sword power can leave Lingyan Pavilion, it will be enough to force Hanlin to flee in a hurry."

"Is it you Nian, an official fan? He is quite official."

"What's his official prestige? If you want to say official prestige, the biggest one in Lingyan Pavilion this time is Fang Yun, who walks in the cabinet. He must be greeted under the three grades."

"But... Fang Yun can hurt Wei Yu like this?"

"Hasn't he done anything incredible?"

"It should be said that if he can't do so, I'll be surprised to wait."

Many students laughed and completely ignored Lei Yuanting.

Lei Yuanting cried out in pain. He looked down at his broken finger and scolded his entourage: "fool, what are you doing? Don't wrap my finger quickly?"

The entourage hurried out, tore off his clothes and bound Lei Yuanting, but when he was about to meet Lei Yuanting, he suddenly withdrew his hand.

More than a dozen smaller and more transparent swords splashed from Lei Yuanting's wound.

Lei Yuanting was stunned and muttered to himself: "it's an animal! The sword hidden in the wound has overwhelmed the heroes. Now it's actually a sword hidden in the sword. This man's pen is not only as fierce as a soldier's edge, but also as powerful as a thousand armies! With such pen power, he must have set up three monuments! This means that he can go straight to the seventh Pavilion. Which strange man is hidden in Jingguo school palace?"

"Could it be Fang Yun?" a man whispered. He had already failed in the third Pavilion.

"No way! He could never have such a pen!" Lei Yuanting said, but a flash of doubt flashed in his eyes. Everyone saw that he didn't believe his words at all.

"Wait, someone will come out of the ink sword Pavilion soon."

After a while, you Nian appeared outside the Lingyan Pavilion and complained: "that bastard Qiao juze said that I disturbed him to study inscriptions and forced me to return three papers in a row. This kind of heartless classmate deserves no monument!"

"Brother you!" a large group of people rushed over.

"Brother you, who is the one who writes ink sword?"

"But Fang Zhenguo?"

You young coughed and looked around.

The audience was silent.

You Nian nodded slightly, his tongue cracked, and Chunlei said, "you guessed right. Lord Fang wrote ten thousand swords. If Mo Jianting hadn't been injured and didn't die, Wei Yu would have died a hundred times. However, you can see that there are no two physical fruits, which is no different from death."

"So... What's the process?"

Lei Yuanting, who was on one side, listened attentively, even though his fingers were broken.

You Nian said, "when I went, Wei Yu was already lying on the ground. In the process of comparing words with Qiao juze, I probably understood what happened..."

You Nian adds a little spice to Qiao juze's words and tells them to the people present with spring thunder.

After the lecture, many students were inspired with enthusiasm.

"Ink sword blood tablet, this is something that doesn't happen once in hundreds of years. It seems that not only the text itself is extraordinary, but also the inscription is very murderous."

"After Fang Yun becomes a Jinshi, I'm afraid the power of the ink sword is very important. The power of the ink sword varies. If Fang Yun can get its essence, the ink sword will evolve into the legendary realm, which will be invincible."

"The sentence 'I said to wait for you in mojian Pavilion, not to give you a chance to win, but to give you a chance to admit defeat' is really overbearing! Not many people can say it, let alone do it, except Fang Yun and Shangshe Jinshi."

"Look at Lei Yuanting. The Lei family's Dragon climbing stone is going to disappear."

When they followed the prestige, they saw Lei Yuanting standing there with a disheartened face, holding an official seal and passing a letter to the geese.

Lei Yuanting ignored everyone's comments and truthfully sent what he had seen and heard back to the Lei family.

In the Lei family, the Dragon Spirit rippled in the conference hall. The remains of a big demon Wang Jiaolong were suspended over the lobby, as white as jade, running through the whole lobby.

Under the Dragon keel, many managers of the Lei family sit on the periphery, and the core figures of the Lei family sit on the inside. Lei Yue, the master of the Lei family, is full of accounts and records of the Lei family. There are twenty-two stacks, each one a foot high.

Seeing Lei Yue's eyes swept, the top paper of each stack of paper immediately flew in all directions, some flew back to the steward, some returned to the core family members, and some flew in front of him.

He glanced slowly. Every time he glanced, the paper would fly up.

The number of pages gradually decreased. Soon, another 22 pieces of paper flew up and flew to half. All the pages suddenly trembled, and then everything went as usual.

Everyone's eyes moved and then lowered their heads as if nothing had happened.

Lei Yue raised his head, looked at the Dragon keel over the main hall, and then looked at the blue sky outside the door.

Lei Yue seems to be only forty years old, with three wisps of fine beard and gentle eyes, like a modest gentleman.

"You go down first." Lei Yue whispered.

The sound was very quiet, but some new managers shook their hands.

A page of paper fell, and then one of the new managers was stiff and held his breath.

Lei Yue smiled coldly. The paper suddenly flew up against the wind and flew back to the new manager.

"Xiao Zhuo, you're still as careless as you used to be. Go."

The new steward blushed, bowed excitedly to Lei Yue three times, and then walked out with firm steps.

The stewards left the assembly hall, where there were only fifteen people left.

"Wei Yu failed. Remember to tell the dragon family that the Dragon climbing platform is opened and the Lei family's Dragon climbing stone is sent to Fang Yun."

"Master, never!" an old man stopped excitedly.