Wu Siliu

You won't understand it before you want to understand it.
After living with the old cripple for eighteen years, Shu Guan discovered that cultivation was actually a simple matter.
On the azure sea, a massive fleet of steel ships sailed against the wind and waves. Beneath the deep sea, a giant dragon opened its golden eyes and coldly looked up. 
Fighter jets roared, cutting through the clouds. Ahead, a large wing descended from the clouds, and a crane cried out in the vast sky. 
On the battlefield, artillery fire filled the sky, bullets flew, and amidst it all, sword energy could be faintly heard. 
This is a world where technology has risen, yet myths have not dissipated. 
The path to immortality has been severed, leaving only a solitary figure walking alone.

I Came From The Xanadu

As Shu Guan wrote the first character, Xu Pingxi on the side chuckled.


"Haha, Brother Shu, your handwriting is as bad as mine."


Shu Guan glanced at the crooked "Chen" character he had written on the paper, ignoring Xu Pingxi's mockery.


In his previous life, he had never even held a calligraphy brush.


In this life, when the old cripple taught him to read as a child, he let Shu Guan learn calligraphy, however, since Shu Guan had already recognized the characters, he didn't take it seriously, and the old cripple didn't push him. After all, in that small mountain village, having beautiful calligraphy wasn't very useful.


To Taoyuan Village, it was a completely meaningless skill, less practical than learning how to make a beautiful animal cage.


So, Shu Guan's calligraphy only reached the level where others could understand it.


Of course, it would be the same with any other pen.


Chapter 168: Open Book Exam_2