"Seller of storybooks!"

"Come and help!"

He used up his last strength and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Don't forget, when you were down and out, those dirty storybooks you secretly wrote were all half-sold and half-gifted by me for you!"

Buzz!

The voice fell.

The sky trembled slightly, and a golden book slowly floated down. On top of the golden book, there were densely packed words all over it. There were crazy men and women who were entangled in love and hate, talented men and beautiful women who stayed together for life, and wealthy men and women traveled far away with their swords.

There is an ascended immortal who can move mountains with one finger...

A little golden page.

It has written all the various situations in the world, and the Tao has covered all the vicissitudes of the world.

"oh?"

Fu Shengke stared at the golden book and was a little surprised, "There is an unexpected gain. It turns out that you are also lingering on?"

Hear the words.

The golden book trembled and exploded instantly, turning into little golden lights.

Golden light is surging.

A young man slowly walked out of it. He was wearing a Confucian shirt and had a dignified appearance. He was surrounded by a literary aura. As soon as he appeared, he steadied the chaotic power of the era in Huangliang Dojo.

Ignore Fushengke.

He looked at the grinning old Taoist and said seriously: "There is nothing improper in what I say. Don't slander my reputation."

"Yes, yes! You are the most serious!"

The old Taoist had a headache and pointed at Fushengke, "Stop talking nonsense and take action quickly. I am no match for him!"

"He hides in his dreams."

Fu Shengke suddenly laughed and said: "You hide it in the book, but the two sad thoughts are in sympathy with each other."

"so what?"

The Confucian scholar said indifferently: "You are the original demon, but the original demon is not you. Even if I am Can Nian and only have one page left in the golden book, I can still kill your dharma body!"

The voice fell.

The golden light condensed in front of him and turned into a piece of golden book falling in front of him.

Take it with your right hand.

A Zhu Hao jade pen has fallen into his hand, and his body is filled with literary energy, and there is a hint of irreversible power of destiny!

"good!"

The old Taoist felt refreshed and said, "I didn't expect that you still retain such a strong power!"

"nature."

The Confucian scholar said calmly: "Your immortality skill is not as good as my destiny method after all. A mere fushengke can only scream in front of you. How can he survive even half a moment in front of me?"

"good!"

The old Taoist looked greatly excited, "Write! Write him to death quickly!"

"Just rest."

The Confucian scholar said calmly: "I am there for everything."

The voice fell.

He wrote four small characters in golden seal script on the golden book.
Chapter completed!