Holding the Tianya Demon-killing Pen in his hand, Su Lin, who was unbelievingly evil, wrote other words and verses on the Holy Power Golden Page paper again. However, each word was clear, but when he wanted to write the pinyin characters, there was no trace at all.

"It's really strange. Ordinary paper and pen and ink can write pinyin characters. But I can't write it with holy power. I'll try ordinary paper again!"

Su Lin put away the Holy Power Golden Page and the Tianya Demon-killing Pen, picked up the ordinary brush and paper, stained with black ink, and just scratched a few strokes, as soon as the entire pinyin shape was formed, it immediately ignited without fire, burning the entire piece of paper completely.

"Brother, what are you doing? Why is the fire on the table?"

At this time, Su Ru, who was getting up early, jumped to Su Lin's wing to look for him, but was startled by the flames on the desk.

"Ru'er, why did you get up so early?" Su Lin quickly put out the flames on the table and said to Su Ru with a smile, "Didn't my brother say that he would teach you to recognize words before? He thought of a way to create some characters and pinyin. In this way, you only need to learn the pinyin method and then note the pinyin next to each new character, so you can learn it without a teacher, greatly improving the efficiency of literacy and literacy, and there is no need to memorize it by rote."

"Is there really such a way? That's great. Brother, yesterday Mr. Hua not only taught me how to practice the piano, but also taught me to recognize words. I recognize words one by one. If no one taught me, I would have no way to recognize words by myself. If there was really a pinyin that my brother said, Ru'er could recognize one hundred... no... five hundred words a day!"

Su Ru smiled and stretched out five fingers. Then she grabbed Su Lin and said, "Brother, teach Ru'er this good method quickly! Mr. Hua wants me to recognize twenty words every day! Ru'er feels that her little head is about to explode!"

"Nuo... Ru'er, look. I have figured out this method. However, there is no way to write these pinyin. As long as it is written on ordinary paper, it will spontaneously burn. But I can't write it with the holy power..."

Su Lin pointed to the ashes of paper on the table and said to Su Ru with some headache.

"Wow! It seems that the pinyin invented by my brother is really a very amazing thing. Brother, my husband told me yesterday that a truly powerful music score cannot be written on ordinary paper, otherwise it will be spontaneously ignited without fire. It must be written with holy power. Moreover, it must be the holy power of a great scholar or even a semi-saint, otherwise, as my brother said, there will be no trace of writing..."

Su Ru blinked her cute big eyes, recalling what the pianist Hua Wuyue said to her yesterday, while looking at Su Lin eagerly, obviously eager to master the pinyin method that Su Lin said.

"By the way! The music score has similarities with the pinyin to a certain extent."

Although this world does not have a music score like the five-line score on the earth, it has its own way to record rhythm and rhythm. For example, "The Book of Rites. Touhu" contains the rhythm scores of drums during the shooting ceremony of Lu and Xue countries: a symbol is drawn as a circle, and a symbol is drawn as a box.

After hearing Su Ru's words, Su Lin asked in confusion: "As far as I know, Ru'er, isn't Hua Wuyue, who teaches you to read and play the piano, a girl's family? Even if she is enlightened, she will definitely not be able to obtain a literary position. How can she have the holy power of a great scholar or even a semi-saint?"

"Brother, use silver notes! The gentleman said that our women cannot obtain literary positions and holy power, so they can only use semi-saint holy power on the silver notes. Similarly, when we play the piano music, we must put silver notes under the Wenbao guqin..."

Although Su Ru was a little naughty, she taught the class very seriously yesterday. Because Hua Wuyue told her that only by learning the piano skills well could she better assist her brother Su Lin in studying. So although Hua Wuyue talked a lot of knowledge yesterday, Su Ru still gritted the bullet and wrote it down.

"Use the holy power on the silver bill? OK! Then let me try it..."

After hearing the explanation of his sister Su Ru, Su Lin took out a silver note of 1,000 taels from his sleeve, which had a brick of semi-saint holy power on it. Although Tong Sheng is now able to exert less than one-tenth of the power.

"The holy power of the semi-saint is indeed powerful, and there seems to be a little more thought of the semi-saint practicing who made this silver note. Before, I could not detect this kind of thought lurking in the holy power, but now I have three ways of thinking, and I can see more thoroughly for many things..."

Su Lin used three ways of thinking to force out a brick and a half of the saint's power on the silver note, and then immediately took the Tianya Demon-killing pen, which was contaminated with the half-saint's power and writing. His spirit was very nervous, and his thoughts became tense. He used all his strength to write on the Holy Power Golden Page.

Sizzle...

The tip of the Tianya Demon-killing Pen actually emitted a holy fire, making a harsh sizzling sound. Su Lin's face was pale, and his spirit was overdrawn and he entered the Tianya Demon-killing Pen. He struggled to write a pinyin character "ㄅ" representing b.

As soon as the word "ㄅ" appeared, a dazzling holy light burst out. It was filled with a mysterious atmosphere of thought, the exquisite thought of being wise and foolish, turning complex into simplification. It filled the entire room. After knowing for a quarter of an hour, it slowly retracted into the word "ㄅ" on the golden page.

call……

After writing the word "ㄅ", Su Lin sweated heavily, Zhihai was completely empty, the power of the holy power was weak, and the three ways of thinking were also weak.

"This...it just takes such a huge effort to write an initial consonant... Is this pinyin also considered a thing against the sky by the ideological system of the Tianren Continent? I didn't have such difficulty when I wrote poems on the country?"

Su Lin sat on the stool, and the Tianya Demon-killing Pen could no longer hold it and fell to the ground. His whole person's hands were trembling constantly, which was a sign of exhaustion and weakness.

"Brother, what's wrong with you, brother?" Su Ru was also frightened by this situation. She was stunned for a while before rushing forward, hugging Su Lin's arm, and asked with concern on her face.

After gasping for a while, Su Lin recovered, supported himself to stand up, waved his hand. Looking at the word "ㄅ" on the Holy Power Gold Page on the table, he said with a serious look: "Ru'er. It's nothing. My brother just used too much force, but I'm afraid he won't be able to teach you the pinyin method so quickly..."

Now Su Lin, who is weak in his body from holy power to spiritual thoughts, can only barely maintain the walking movements of ordinary people, and cannot even emit the simplest holy power spell. Just this "ㄅ" initial consonant made him so exhausted, and there are twenty-two initial consonants and twenty-four final consonants. Su Lin feels that it is absolutely impossible for him to completely create pinyin with his current Tongsheng Literature.

"Brother! Ru'er doesn't want pinyin anymore. Ru'er will learn to recognize words with her husband. Don't work so hard to create pinyin."

Su Ru couldn't bear to see Su Lin so weak and painfully, and shook her head with tears in her eyes and said.

"Ru'er, you silly girl. After your brother gets into the scholarship, you won't have such a hard time. It won't take long, half a month later. At that time, your brother invents the pinyin and Ru'er can recognize many words in one day."

Su Lin smiled. When he was about to put away the Holy Power Golden Page, he did not expect that the word "ㄅ" on the Holy Power Golden Page actually flew out of the gold page, floating in the air, and then escaped into Su Lin's wisdom orifice and floated over his wisdom sea. It was parallel to Su Lin's holy character "Qin".

"This... is this the word holy? I... the word ‘ㄅ’ I wrote has become the same existence as the word holy in the word forest?"

Su Lin's heart was so excited that he jumped up wildly. What is the word "Saint"? The word "Saint" is the supreme force in the Confucian and Taoist world, and is the substantial condensation of a certain ideological power. Especially the only word "Saint" can be regarded as the word "Saint" for a country's capital.

Now, Su Lin found that the pinyin word "ㄅ" he wrote has become a existence similar to the holy character. It is even the only holy character with greater power.

"No wonder! No wonder it's easy to write pinyin characters for the first time on ordinary paper. But when I understand the meaning and thoughts of pinyin characters, ordinary paper cannot withstand such a huge and important thought, and it will ignite without fire. Only by writing with holy power can it survive, and it must also be used to use semi-saint-level holy power. My holy bricks of poetry and lyrics in the country are at most equivalent to the holy power of a great scholar, so it is impossible to write pinyin characters at all."

Seeing the pinyin characters after it was formed, Su Lin suddenly understood that creating pinyin was far more difficult than he imagined, and more important than he imagined to the human race of the nine countries in Tianren Continent.

At the same time, Su Lin also understood that the sacred power is based on bricks, but it is also differentiated. Tong Sheng’s sacred power is very different from the scholar’s ​​sacred power. Similarly, Tong Sheng’s sacred power is even more different from the sacred power of the great scholar.

The poems that Su Lin wrote about the country and the poems that were rewarded by the Great Wall of Saint Power are all equivalent to the holy power of a great scholar. They are also a brick, but their power is countless times greater. It's just that because Su Lin is still only Tong Sheng's literary position, his thoughts and literary position cannot keep up with him and cannot exert his full power. Otherwise, the last time in the palace, Xiang Tian, ​​a descendant of the Chu King Xiang Yu, was jealous of the juren, who was broken and vomited blood.

Holding his body hard, Su Lin picked up an ordinary pen and wrote the word "ㄅ" on the paper, but it was not at all laborious. After writing, the word "ㄅ" was not abnormal, nor did it cause the paper to burn spontaneously.

"As it turns out, as long as I write it with the semi-saint holy power for the first time, the word " will exist in my sea of ​​wisdom. I will write it again as easy as writing other words."

After confirming this, Su Lin was relieved. He was afraid that if he had been so difficult to write pinyin every time he wrote so many things, he would have no way to mark all Chinese characters.

PS: First update! Sorry so late. Today I went to a mobile game company to discuss cooperation. So I didn’t have time to write it. However, today I promised three chapters to add one chapter to the likes of the madmen! So no matter how late I write it, three chapters will be finished! In addition, the monthly ticket will immediately exceed 100, and it is getting closer and closer to the tenth place. Can you work hard? Tomorrow, update one hundred monthly tickets first! I hope everyone will give up the monthly tickets! Come on Duanmu! Come on! We will never give up, we must catch up!
Chapter completed!