Elf Archer of Life in Another World

A gentleman has six arts: etiquette, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and numeracy.

The Jade Emperor Academy is a Confucian sect that specializes in calligraphy and uses the pen as a weapon. Players' growth is divided into three realms: calligraphy form, calligraphy affairs, and calligraphy meaning.

"Xing Tianxia" is booming in the Huaxia District. As the veteran vice-president, Zang Jiu has a lot of free time, and he also has a somewhat lazy attitude towards managing the guild. In addition, he is already very thoughtful and active, so he concentrates on searching. After leveling up in missions, the level will naturally increase rapidly, just like Sanchi Shui who worked hard to become stronger, he is still at level 68.

At that time, the retired former president lived a relaxed retirement life in the Emerald Forest, and was influenced by the overall atmosphere of the elves. He gave up the idea of ​​​​competing and comparing data, although he later made a surprise attack. Now he is only at level sixty-four, and the effect of his musical skills on increasing three feet of water is no longer particularly ideal.

With San Chi Shui's current level, his ultimate divine move is naturally not as powerful as the one used by Immortal Taihui in the Four Seasons Valley under Beitai City. It lasts even shorter, in order to exert the maximum power within the effective time. , this period of fighting side by side gave Sanchi Shui and Zang a % tacit understanding.

Xuanming is the god of water and rain.

At the same moment when San Chi Shui had finished drawing the forty-nine talismans and stepped on the stars, three ink-colored dragons composed of Chinese characters flew out from the left, middle and right directions behind him.

The Gaia continent players, who were suppressed and panicked, couldn't understand these words. The Chinese players who were in a state of excitement couldn't understand them. Only Shi Sui, a bystander suspected of paddling, could see it slightly more clearly and supplemented it based on his own knowledge. Here is the complete poem:

The black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and the white rain dropped into the boat...

The wind drove the rain and poured down the high city, and the clouds pressed lightly with the sound of thunder...

The wind is so angry that it wants to uproot the trees, and the rain is so angry that it wants to tear down the house.The wind stirred the sea and the raindrops fell on the axle of the car...

The calligraphy player swung his pen, and the ink-colored dragon rushed into the sky silently, causing thunder and thunder, and the clouds formed like countless huge ferocious fighting beasts roaring in the mid-air.

This is not the powerful and destructive five-color thunder caused by the Five Elements Alliance in Mingtang, but natural lightning and thunder, hidden in the black clouds hanging low in the sky. In an instant, the pouring rain was swept from the clouds. It squeezed out and covered this small piece of sky in the Holy Temple Academy.

It is really a small piece of sky, only half the size of a football field in length and width. It just fits Sanchi Shui, who is at the forefront of the Chinese players, and the Gaia continent players he faces.

The Xuanming shadow that appeared behind Sanchi Shui did not appear and dissipate in the wind as usual. Instead, it made a very obvious movement of looking up at the sky. The fish tail flicked, and the black scales shone brightly. In an instant, all the lightning and lightning in the sky were suppressed.

Opportunities must not be lost, and they will never come back. With San Chi Shui's current level, this divine descending state with only three points of divine power can only last for a short twelve seconds. However, the three calligraphers from the same guild as him The brothers used all their magic power to create a small environment for him that could best please Water God Xuan Ming and best utilize the power of Water God Xuan Ming. He did not dare to miss it.

The light of Ryuko's sword was like a weave, and little bits of sword light were pierced into the void by him. The soft sword body was like a twisted and bent silver dragon, connecting with the purple lightning peeking out from the thunderclouds that were getting lower and lower. Many Gaia continent players who responded quickly thought that he was using skills such as drawing lightning, so they avoided his position and quickly added defenses to themselves.

The proud smile on Sanchishui's face flashed away, and with a twist of his wrist, the Longzi Sword flew into the clouds, with the tip of the sword pointing downwards and spinning rapidly. In a trance, he could only see a blurry shadow of the sword light, and there was something swimming behind the shadow. Dragon, there is a giant whale under the dragon.

In the next breath, the heavy rain turned into a waterfall with an unknown width. The rain was mixed with unknown light and poured onto the light shields, steel shields, water walls and soil covers. It's like pouring boiling water into a smoothie, not even a single bubble of resistance can be seen.

Sanchi Shui considered the situation and chose to form a net. The shadow of Xuanming, the water god who also served as the rain god, came. The three scattered calligraphy players wrote about the rain scene in tacit understanding, which made the rain fall well. It has real dragon bones, and after being processed by Kraft in Beitai City, three whale tendons from the blue emperor whale, one of the overlords of the sea, were added to the sword body. Various conditions were superimposed, turning the rain silk into sword silk. Every drop of rain contains awe-inspiring sword energy.

The sword energy is white, and the light that indicates when the player dies is also white. In the blink of an eye, the space sandwiched between black clouds and reddish-brown earth is blasted clean by a series of white lights.

After three breaths, Sanchi Shui raised his arm, grabbed the dragon sword that flew back in advance, stumbled forward and fell into the mud, lying in the puddle looking at the cleared field in front of him and giggling.

The heavy rain suddenly stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the three giant black dragons swimming in the clouds began to slowly disappear from their tails. The afternoon sun was bright and bright, and a rainbow crossed the horizon, decorating the battlefield that had calmed down for some time.

In the dormitory building with the resurrection point function not far ahead, one by one, shocked figures were crowded behind the glass windows, stunned. After a while, Gaia players in twos and threes quietly left the window, not knowing where they were going. .

Behind San Chi Shui is a team of Chinese players whose number has shrunk by more than half. The emotional transition from extreme excitement to extreme surprise is obviously not very smooth. Many players' facial expressions and muscles have not been adjusted yet, and they are doing ferocious " grimace".

Zang Jiu, who was standing next to Shi Sui, immediately turned pale. He put the porcelain bottle containing the blue elixir in his hand into Shi Sui's hand and smiled smartly:

"The mission was successfully completed. Hey, a very interesting conjecture was also verified today."

Sui smiled and accepted the porcelain vase, stretched out his hand to support him and walked towards the three feet of water:

"What guess?"

"We calligraphy players are definitely not weak scholars without fighting ability!" Zang Jiu's eyes were as bright as stars, and he said excitedly.

"What do you think about your statement? Those of you who are from the same school as Li and Shu, and, by the way, those of us who play small tunes, think about it?" Shisui said in a faint and authentic tone.

For players of the same game, it is inevitable to compare the combat effectiveness between different sects and between different branches of the same sect. In all these comparative analyses, players whose professional functions are more auxiliary will be more aggrieved.

"Haha, don't you see that your musical arts have become so brilliant after the birth of the demon clan?" Zang Jiu said with a smile.

Shisui heard the implication of Zangjiu's words: "You mean, you found a special stage where your calligraphy skills can shine?"

Zang Jiu nodded heavily: "The frustration of our calligraphy skills in the past was that our opponents could also understand what we were writing. No matter how fast or slow their reaction was, they could all have a psychological defense."

Shi Sui thought for a moment and couldn't help but laugh: "So, when facing enemy groups that can't understand Chinese characters, your skill effects will be increased?"

Zangjiu raised his hand and pointed upward. The three ink dragons had already dissipated to the dragon's corners, and he nodded repeatedly:

"Otherwise, just the three of us, even if we have been inputting internal energy to maintain it, would not be able to get such a heavy rain that can disrupt the system's weather!"

All three of them have advanced to the third realm of "calligraphy". The abstract meaning of Chinese characters needs to be fixed by context. Players like them usually use poetry as a medium to shape it.

If you write about the Yellow River, you can lead the mighty river to the west; if you write on the mountains, you can move a majestic mountain. The skill is very powerful, but the preparation period - that is, the skill reading time is a bit long. After all, it is necessary It was written, and if the other person had read the book a little, he would know what he was trying to do here. It broke the artistic conception, and the actual effect of the skill was not very impressive.

Therefore, they usually write "wind, water, fire" in ancient calligraphy to deal with the opponent's attacks. They are relatively passive in the situation, or write "iron mixed with silver and white snow sword" or "dragon shadow, gold and silver, Zhuang Tang broadsword" "This kind of item is for one-hit power.

Today's miraculous scene of a pen stirring up turmoil is the style of painting that their calligraphy skills have dreamed of!

"Well, it may have miraculous effects on special groups, or it may have miraculous effects in special environments. Both are good news."

Shi Sui followed the excited Zangjiu and continued, looking at the Chinese players who had recovered from the static state, letting go of Zangjiu, and watching this person run to the other two calligraphy players to dance.

Shi Sui coughed softly, attracting attention:

"Everyone, it's not the time to celebrate yet, so don't be careless and regroup."

While talking, the archery player who was originally hiding in a high place missed Sanchi Shui's superb performance and ran back to the ground to return to the team according to the plan. Gu Yu from "Tiangongfang" carried a quiver on his back and held a hard bow in his hand, facing the old man. Nodding, he turned around and looked at Sanchi Shui, who had already turned over and sat up.

There are still many restrictions on the ultimate move like God's Drop. It takes a while to sit in a mud puddle with three feet of water before you have the strength to stand up.

It’s time to count the number of remaining players. Among the remaining thirty or so players, none of the players Mingtang and Mojiang can be seen. There are still seven players from the Yunji Sword Sect, including Sanchi Shui, and Wandao. Six of the Mo Xia players survived, the nine archery players were unscathed due to their positioning, and the six supporting music players were not injured because they habitually stood at the end. Then there were the three books from Zangjiu who fiddled with their pens. An art player.

It can be considered a complete team with melee, long-range, and support.

Shi Sui looked at the remaining players on his side again, lowered his head and recalled the passionate brawl just now, walked up to Zangjiu and the other three, and asked:

"Have you seen the two apprentices Jiang Bo and Jiang Jinse, the heroine?"

Zangjiu thought about it carefully and shook his head: "I didn't see it, but the two people who had arranged to burn the library came back and told me, thanks to the generous help of Su Ze and Tang Qingli."

Shisui nodded without asking any more questions. He looked at the empty space that no Gaia players had ever set foot on since it was cleared. He turned around and looked at the teacher's office building next to the auditorium.

It was quiet, like an abandoned building that had been vacant for several years.

"Shao Wu's side lasted longer than I expected. I guess..." Shi Sui murmured.

Has everyone died together?

With a twitch between his eyebrows, Shi Sui concentrated his attention and stopped making unnecessary lucky guesses. He tilted his head and told Zang Jiu:

"Don't take a rest yet. Let everyone continue to press. Divide into three teams. One team will block the main entrance of the dormitory building, and the other two teams will search for any fish that have slipped through the net."

Zang Jiu took the order, and after hearing Shi Sui's instructions, the players immediately and consciously split into three teams according to their professional positioning. Zang Jiu and Gu Yu carried the three feet of water to Shi Sui's feet, asking him to continue waiting for the countdown of the negative status. After a general discussion with Gu Yu, he led one of the teams to block the door.

The three teams stepped on the water on the ground and walked away. Shi Sui lowered his head and looked at the three feet of water next to his legs:

"If by the time you are able to move, there is no news from Shaowu, we will be ready to retreat to Nick."

Sanchishui nodded silently and looked at the quiet office building with Shi Sui.

Separated by a thick wall and an imaginary space shell, Shao Wu turned her head to look somewhere as if aware. The red brush in her hand had been cut into a short wooden stick, but it was still held by her. Stabbed into the stomach of a white-robed mage.

The enemies here are all NPCs, and she has no scruples in using her hands. She can be as brutal as she wants.

But correspondingly, the injuries on her body were equally brutal.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught another old man trying to break through the space that trapped them. Shao Wu kicked away the groaning white-robed mage at his feet, picked up the staff that had fallen to the ground, and kicked the old man who was facing the wall and mumbling something. Guy.

A question suddenly flashed through Shao Wu's mind as he flew over:

This painted stage can last for so long. Is it really because Su Ze's painting skills are incredible?

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Note: The poems cited are "Wanghulou Drunk Book" (Song Dynasty/Su Shi), "Heavy Rain on May 19th" (Ming Dynasty/Liu Ji), "Great Storm and Rain on October 28th" (Song Dynasty/Lu You)