Chapter 28: Drawing the Sword

  (This chapter was written with great effort, so it's late, but it still belongs to No. 2 and won't be skipped... Well, as the old saying goes, a new book needs love!)

  The Bixie pen was originally the confidence of Chen Jianchen to face the wolf demon, which is a trick to suppress the box. At the beginning, he didn't use it in a hurry, but waited for an appropriate opportunity.

  When the infant Ning appeared, the wolf demon was forced to use magic, which immediately made Chen Jianchen feel that the time had come, and he took out the evil-warding brush without hesitation.

  The swordsman's sword, the knife guest's knife, and the reader's pen all have symbolic meanings and possess extraordinary significance.

  Someone once asked: What is most beneficial in the world?

  The answer is not the tip of the sword, nor the blade of the knife, but the tip of the pen!

  The pen can see nature and also kill the heart.

  Under the pen, it can encompass all things in heaven and earth, leave a beautiful name for thousands of years, and embellish right and wrong...

  Now, Chen Jianchen revealed his brushwork, and with one stroke, he pointed at the black air sprayed out by the wolf demon.

  That black air seemed to have a real substance, lingering and not dispersing, condensing into a thickness of about one finger, but it was not straight, instead presenting a twisted and curved shape, looking like a rope, also like a gloomy little snake.

  The snake's head was originally fiercely pouncing on Yining, opening its mouth to bite, but at this moment, Chen Jianchen rushed over, the tip of his brush pen was filled with thick ink, and the ink light was shining.

  Chen Jianchen was not sure if the demon-slaying brush itself had the power to kill, so to be on the safe side, he dipped the tip of the brush in ink.

  Splendid!

  A strange and eerie cry, the black air that seemed to have a spiritual aura touched the evil-warding pen tip, and it was like ice and snow meeting boiling water, with a loud crash, instantly collapsing and dispersing in an instant, blown away by the wind, disappearing without a trace.

  Roar!

  The dark energy dissipated, the spell was broken, and the wolf demon behind let out a mournful howl. Its eyes revealed an extremely humanized, unbelievable gaze. It only felt its mind shaken violently, as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, and black blood flowed from its nostrils.

  At this moment, the wolf demon who was just invincible had been injured.

  Sizzling!

  A strange echo continued, coming from the tip of the evil-warding pen; as the echo sounded, the countless fine hairs between the pen tips suddenly flashed out with tiny, delicate rays of light, like lightning in the sky, crisscrossing and entwining each other, occasionally flashing out dazzling brilliance.

  Is this the might of the demon-slaying brush?

  The pen has been lifted.

  Chen Jianchen was both shocked and delighted, without any hesitation or pause, he rushed forward a few steps, raised his pen, and drew towards the wolf demon's body.

  Not knocking, not hitting, not stabbing.

  But draw!

  His movements at this moment were as smooth and natural as clouds flowing in the sky, just like when he was sitting at his desk writing calligraphy, but even more so, more immersed, he simply wanted to write on the wolf demon's body.

  The wolf demon's anger and surprise converged, raising its wolf claws to deliver a vicious blow, but just as it approached, the light on the tip of the demon-expelling brush suddenly burst forth.

  Hehehe!

  Suddenly, white smoke emerged from the wolf's claws, as if they had been scorched by fierce flames, and even its fur emitted a burning smell. It hastily retreated, shrinking back.

  The wolf demon's pain pierced his heart, and he knew things were not going well, so he wanted to turn around and escape.

  But it was too late, Chen Jianchen's pen had already fallen, pointing at its chest, and in an instant, a word was written:

  "Right!"

  The characters are not large, about the size of a palm, and the ink is mixed with black wolf hair, making it impossible for outsiders to tell if there are any characters on it.

  Only Chen Jianchen knew in his heart that just now he had written a word on the wolf demon's chest, a single character "zheng".

  Uh!

  The wolf demon, who was originally about to escape, suddenly stiffened all over its body, as if it had been cast with a petrifying spell, and its four limbs became rigid and unable to move. Only its eyes could still flicker, and it glanced at Chen Jianchen with a very complex expression.

  The next moment, it collapsed to the ground.

  Falling to the ground, the wolf demon's limbs were able to move again, and it struggled with all its might, wanting to get up again. However, its struggles were in vain, as if something was weighing heavily on its heart, making it impossible for it to escape, not even able to open its mouth to howl, its throat felt like it was blocked by a large piece of cotton, unable to make a sound.

  In fact, from an outsider's point of view, it has nothing on its body, just a void - except for the blurry "right" character at its chest.

  This situation is quite comical and a bit like turning over a turtle, its useless efforts to struggle, no matter how hard it tries, can't get back on its feet...

  But at this time, Chen Jianchen had no time to spare. After writing the word "zheng" on the wolf demon's chest, he suddenly felt a tremor in the tip of his brush, and the light emitted from the hairs combined into a single entity, finally condensing into a bean-sized ball of light.

  The light cluster moved and flew, suddenly leaving the pen tip, and drilled into Chen Jianchen's Mud Ball Palace with a hiss.

  Boom!

  Like dispelling dark clouds to see the bright moon, it's as if riding the wind and breaking waves to know the vastness of the sea. A strange yet stirring voice echoed in Chen Jianchen's mind: "The highest is establishing virtue, next is establishing achievements, next is establishing words; even after a long time, they will not be abolished... this is what is called immortality..."

  "What is the origin of immortality? I asked the heavens, but they did not respond. I asked the living, and they had an answer. The Master said: 'I cultivate my vast and upright energy. This energy is extremely grand and strong, it can roam freely in the space between heaven and earth, and it can be condensed within a seven-foot body. When this energy condenses, one can obtain willpower, one can obtain strength. It is called: The benevolent are magnanimous and firm..."

  The sound was first "recited", gradually changed from "recitation" to "reading", and then from "reading" to "chanting". The voice grew louder and louder, finally echoing like a morning bell and an evening drum.

  "...Virtue and merit are boundless, yet sought in vain from the void; cause and effect revolve, and are bestowed upon heaven. I alone uphold justice with dignity, unswayed by the vicissitudes of things. Through reading books, I know what is right; wielding brush and ink, I clarify what is wrong. Petty men are hard to nurture, drive them away; treacherous and deceitful ones, like ghosts, execute them..."

  Chen Jianchen stood still, but his mind was already surging with waves of shock and horror, as if the heavens and earth had been turned upside down.

  Pomelo!

  As the text was recited, the sound gradually subsided, and Chen Jianchen's mental image changed again, becoming clearer. He felt that he could see a person, a man in a green robe with a Confucian hat, standing with his hands behind his back, as if standing right in front of him, yet seemingly standing at an infinite distance away; no matter how hard Chen Jianchen chased or called out to him, the other remained motionless, like eternity.

  "Who are you?"

  Chen Jianchen's cries echoed far and wide in the void, but he couldn't get any response.

  "Where is the big bad wolf?"

  A sudden burst of shouting from outside brought Chen Jian back to his senses, and he became clear-headed. It turned out that Zhang Lao San and other hunters had returned from their hunting trip, and upon hearing that the black wolf had dared to enter the village, they felt both outraged and excited.

  "What's going on here?"

  When they rushed to the Chen family's yard, they saw an incomprehensible scene - a huge black wolf lying on the ground, like an overturned turtle, unable to climb up no matter how hard it tried; while the village's young talent, Mr. Chen, stood dazed beside the black wolf, holding a pen in his hand with ink dripping from the tip.

  Could it be that Mr. Chen used a single brush to subdue the ferocious wolf?

  Everyone looked at me, I looked at them, and we were all stunned. It was the most senior Zhang Lao San who reacted first, slapping his thigh and exclaiming in surprise: "Master Chen is the literary star descended to earth, that's why even the ferocious wolf is afraid of him!"

  Is this okay too?

  Chen Jianchen, who had just woken up and regained consciousness, suddenly became confused again...