Live Cultivation of Immortals

Chapter 42

When Xinyang heard this, he sat up suddenly from the lying position, stared at Lu Bei's face expressionlessly, looked at Lu Bei's face several times carefully, and asked a very concerned question, "Can you write?"

"Yes." Lu Bei discovered long ago that the characters in this world are the same as those on Earth, but they just changed to traditional characters.

People who grow florists have their own function of recognizing traditional characters.

"Go down and write a word on the ground." Xinyang pointed to the open space under his eaves.

Lu Bei put away the small bench in a hurry, and climbed down from the eaves along the wooden frame unsteadily all the way.

The more than 200,000 viewers in the live broadcast room were stunned. Someone lit a cigarette and began to analyze the meaning of the behavior of this former Wan Jianzong disciple.

"Is there any boss to analyze, what does he mean?"

"No matter what it means, don't you know when the anchor finishes writing?"

"I don't know what words he will ask the anchor to write."

"How much is the anchor's score in the Chinese college entrance examination after graduation from high school? It shouldn't be some uncommon word, right?"

Some people even worry that Lu Bei's education level is not enough, and he can't write the characters requested by the other party.

"It's okay, no matter how difficult the word is, there are still our audience. At worst, we can type that word in the comment area and let the anchor copy it."

This is the good thing about the high-tech era. Even those who killed the Xianxia world would never have imagined that Lu Bei still carried more than 200,000 extracurricular tutors with him.

Lu Bei had already brought his own wooden frame to the ground. After searching around the clearing that Shibuwen pointed to just now, he went to break a branch of an unknown plant.

Standing in the open space holding a long branch, looking up at Jianxiu lying on the eaves, he raised his voice and asked, "Brother, what do you want me to write?"

"I told you to write." Xinyang sat up and motioned for him to turn his back to him.

When he turned around and stood firmly holding the branch and pointing to the ground, he heard the voice of the senior swordsman behind him.

"From top to bottom."

Lu Bei lowered his head and held the branch, dragging a long vertical line on the ground.

"Left-handed and right-handed."

The audience in the live broadcast room also followed Jianxiu's words, and many people took out the pens and papers that could be seen everywhere and began to write.

Lu Bei, who used a tree branch to draw large strokes on the open space, carefully followed the instructions and wrote the word Xinyang said stroke by stroke.

"The answer you want is in this word."

Xinyang waited for him to finish his last stroke, then lay back down again.

After writing for a long time, Lu Bei threw it to a branch, took five steps and stood under the word he wrote.

A huge "Enlightenment" character on the ground appeared there.

Many viewers in the live broadcast room also looked at the words they dictated, and they were all speechless.

The teenager, who will be an adult in the modern age in six months, looked down at the words written by himself on the ground, and couldn't help sighing with the audience on the earth.