Zhang Ruochen stared at the direction of Zhen Yuan leaving, not sure whether he could see any tricks in the words, so he would never recognize his identity, right?

Zhenyuan is an incredible genius from the Taoist lineage. Seeing him again a thousand years later, he did not become like everyone else, but was even more extraordinary, with a feeling of "the hidden dragon goes out to the sea and the flying dragon is in the sky".

In this hurry, Zhang Ruochen was unable to see through him without mobilizing the power of the heart of truth.

Very remarkable.

"Brother Shu, do you write first, or should I write first?" Shu Yong asked.

Zhang Ruochen smiled and shook his head, saying, "I won't write anymore!"

"Why?" Shu Yong was puzzled.

Zhen Yuan's words just now seemed to be a reminder, which made Zhang Ruochen feel alert. He did not dare to write easily anymore, and he did not dare to let the words spread.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Selling words makes money too slowly!"

"But, we have earned 100 divine stones, which is not a small amount." Shu Yong said.

Zhang Ruochen said: "It's indeed a small number."

Shu Yong corrected: "What I said is not a small number."

"I have something better to sell, maybe I can sell it at a sky-high price." Zhang Ruochen said.

"Why didn't you say it earlier? You said it earlier! Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Shu Yong quickly put away his pen, ink, paper and inkstone. If there is a better way to earn divine stones, who is willing to sell calligraphy?

Calligraphy cannot be defiled by common objects like divine stones!

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Chapter completed!