But Fang Zhengzhi obviously has no mood to appreciate Chi Guyan's beauty. After all, he only has less than an hour to solve the problem in front of him.

A piece of white paper...

What would it be?

According to Chi Guyan, all things disappear from nothing to something, and then from something to completely disappear. Therefore, this is just a piece of white paper, and this is not too difficult to understand.

But, is that true?

Fang Zhengzhi was not sure, and he had no way to affirm it, because, if this was the case, then he should be in the ninth level of heaven now, rather than being trapped here.

If there is a problem, there must be a problem, but what is the problem? Is Chi Guyan’s idea still not perfect, or is there any other meaning?

Fang Zhengzheng looked quietly at the snow-white painting above his head.

I have to say that this scroll is really white, Ruxue and Rushuang, there is nothing special at all. If it weren't for appearing in the eighth heaven, he wouldn't even be able to take a look again.

"Sure enough, it's very difficult!" Fang Zhengzhi's heart exclaimed.

In fact, when he saw this white scroll on the eighth level of heaven, he knew in his heart that since the construction of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion, only one person has reached the ninth level of heaven, which is not accidental, but inevitable.

A piece of white paper is really hard to solve and there is no way to start...

Wait a moment!

Start?

Suddenly, an extremely inexplicable and extremely bold idea was recalled in Fang Zhengzheng's mind. This was an idea that no one could think of, and no one could think of.

That's...

Draw a stroke on this scroll.

Of course, in essence, this idea is not difficult to imagine, but the Holy Rain Pool belongs to the holy land in the Heavenly Dao Pavilion.

As a disciple of Tiandao Pavilion, who dares to go up and doodle?

If Fang Zhengzhi had joined the Tiandao Pavilion now, or if he had not made such a bet with Chi Guyan now, even if he could think of this method, he would not have done so.

Because, once it fails, the consequences are almost imaginable.

It can be said that Fang Zhengzhen is the first person to enter the Holy Rain Pool as an "outsider" in thousands of years, and he is also under the pressure of having to reach the ninth level of heaven.

Thinking of this, Fang Zhengzhi's eyes became brighter and brighter, and it felt like I saw a ray of dawn in the darkness.

"Try it? Anyway, I have come to this point, and I may not necessarily get pregnant if I try it. I will take a step back and say, if it really breaks... then run away!" Fang Zhengzhi felt no pressure.

Since he must have left, it is natural that it is not a big problem to try before leaving. Of course, the main reason is that he knew in his heart that the Ninth Heaven could exist for so long, so it should not be so pretentious.

Just draw a stroke and it will be ruined?

Not so!

I do it when I think about it. Fang Zhengzhen has always been a decisive person, and I have never hesitated for too long. As for the pen... As a scholar, I naturally carry it with me.

With a thought, the four treasures of the study also appeared in front of him.

"Stop laughing, let me grind ink!" Fang Zhengzhi thought that he was about to enter the ninth heaven, and naturally treated Chi Guyan as the team leader of the bed warmer team.

"Mixing ink?" Chi Guyan's smile was calm, and she looked at the four treasures of the study in front of Fang Zhengzheng with a bright star. She looked at the white scroll above her head. For a moment, she seemed to understand: "You don't want to draw a picture on it, are you?"

"Isn't it possible?" Fang Zhengzhi asked back.

"It's worth a try." After a moment of silence, Chi Guyan nodded unexpectedly. Then, he really sat next to Fang Zhengzhi and began to grind the ink.

Such a move undoubtedly surprised Fang Zhengzhi again, because he really didn't expect Chi Guyan to agree with his behavior so readily.

Could it be that this girl has no awareness of protecting "public property within the door"?

Of course, these are obviously no longer important now. What is important is that Chi Guyan agreed. So, the next thing to consider is what to draw.

Draw a dragon?

Or, come with a phoenix, or draw a red carp in the waves, make a carp jump over the dragon gate, or something, and show your wonderful painting.

Uh, it's too complicated...

Let’s draw a stroke first, just like the first heaven, a stroke from top to bottom is simple and clear, and it also conforms to the profound truth that the way of the Tao is simple.

I thought of it and took a look at the ink gushing out of the ink and the faint fragrance of ink. Fang Zhengzhi picked up the pen and casually put it on the inkstone.

Then, he jumped up.

It can be said that Fang Zhengzhi's posture is still very graceful now, with his arms spread out and his eyes are vivid, and he looks like a wild goose flying into the sky.

Of course, it would be even more perfect without the tattered blue gown.

After seeing this scene, Chi Guyan did not move at all. She just quietly looked at Fang Zhengzhen, who was leaping up, and there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

Fang Zhengzhi did not notice the expression on Chi Guyan's face. What he looked at now was naturally the white scroll in front of him that was getting closer and closer.

It's approaching, it's approaching...

Writing the pen, from top to bottom, done in one go!

A thick ink formed under the square and upright pen, and a trace like a sword-like edge was formed on the snow-white white scroll.

"It's not bad, the pen tip is vigorous and powerful, and the domineering spirit is revealed!" Fang Zhengzhi looked at the thick ink that appeared on the snow-white scroll, and was quite satisfied.

Then……

Then there was nothing.

A thick ink did appear on the scroll, but no sound sounded, and Fang Zhengzhen was still staying in the eighth heaven.

"..." Fang Zhengzhi waited on the ground for a while and blinked: "Is it not enough to draw one stroke, so you have to draw a few more strokes? Or do you really want to draw a carp jumping over the dragon gate?"

Just as I was thinking about this, the originally silent scroll suddenly lit up a faint light, looking as crystal clear as white jade.

"Huh?" Chi Guyan seemed to be a little surprised in her bright eyes when she saw such a scene, and her eyes were still staring at the scroll emitting light.

And Fang Zhengzheng's face was also obviously happy.

"I'm really smart!" Subconsciously, Fang Zhengzhi gave himself thirty-two praises in his heart. After all, such a whimsical idea is not something that anyone can think of: "It seems... it's time to go to the ninth heaven to have a glory!"

wait.

Fang Zhengzheng was waiting for the majestic voice to ring.

But in fact, the majestic voice did not come out immediately, and the thick ink that was originally painted by Fang Zhengzhi on the white scroll was slowly disappearing.

It looks like it was absorbed by a white scroll.

"Disappeared? From existence to none? It should be!" Fang Zhengzhi looked at the scroll that had returned to white, and felt more confident.

And at this moment, the originally calm and bright sky suddenly made a huge roar.

This is thunder.

Then, a purple lightning as thick as a bowl also passed through the sky, and it was very fast, from top to bottom, and it slashed straight towards Fang Zheng.

"Huh? Could it be that this is the right way to open the ninth level of heaven?" Fang Zhengzhi was slightly stunned, and lightning also hit him directly.

"Boom!" The ground trembled.

Fang Zhengzhi suddenly felt a sense of pleasure of becoming an immortal. From head to toe, lightning streaks were wrapped around his body, making his whole body feel numb.

And, the most important thing is...

Fang Zhengzheng's face is very dark.

Of course, if anyone was struck by lightning like this, his face would be very dark, just like Fang Zhengzheng now.

Then……

Then there was nothing again.

The sky became bright again, the wind was still so refreshing, and the eight white cylinders were still standing quietly in front of him, while the white scroll above his head was still so white.

"..." Fang Zhengzhi's face was really dark now. Not only was his face darker, but his heart was even darker, so dark that he was a little confused: "So, it's gone? Is it possible to draw a stroke immediately? What about flying directly to the ninth heaven?"

"Hahaha..." Chi Guyan's laughter sounded at this time, laughing loudly, and without any concealment at all. Her unscrupulous smile made her body tremble.

"..." Fang Zhengzhi was speechless, and not only speechless, he was also very depressed. Never once, he had been as depressed as he is now.

He has always felt that he had ideas that surpass ordinary people.

For example, this time...

Who can think of such a bold and creative idea? Even if others can think of it, will anyone dare to do it?

No!

It's impossible to have it!

Fang Zhengzhi is almost certain that his thoughts and actions are definitely unprecedented, but the facts are very cruel.

Not only did the ninth level of heaven not go up, but also got a bolt of lightning?

What a few meanings!

Wait a moment!

If I really say it, I don’t seem to have gained nothing at all. At least, I was hit by a lightning bolt. Is this a fact?
To be continued...