The more he thought about it, the more it seemed possible. Xie Bian looks cold and indifferent on the outside, but in fact he doesn't know how delicate and sensitive his mind is. Maybe it was because he was entangled in bed for a long time or not, and he came over in the middle of the night to copy books for him.

"Brother, who cares about this." Fan Wujiu quickly comforted him, "Besides, you also come to copy it for me. We are brothers and sisters in trouble. No matter what the cause or the effect, we will share the responsibility. There is no need to distinguish right from wrong."

Xie Bian didn't speak again, only the tip of the pen rustled on the paper.

Fan Wujiu looked at his nose and heart, and concentrated on copying the book.

——The concentration is fake, shoulder to shoulder with the person next to you, elbow to elbow, the distance is terribly close, how can you not be distracted?

The two seem to be completely absorbed in doing their own thing, but in fact they are in a variety of situations. Fan Wujiu made a typo and turned over a lot, and it was terrible to see; Xie Bianmo forgot the words halfway through writing, and it took a while to remember them.

Fan Wujiu copied halfway and suddenly said, "Old Bai, look at this."

Xie Bian turned his head: "What are you looking at?"

"Looking at the picture in the book, the clothes in the Wei and Jin Dynasties are also wide robes and large sleeves, but they are smart and elegant, and they look better than our current clothes. If you like it, change the style to this?"

Xie Bian was silent for a moment: "You still have time to think about this."

"Didn't you say you want to change the style?" Of course I take your words to heart.

Xie Bi settled down, didn't turn his head, and said, "Well. That's it."

The two immortals copy together, and the efficiency is extremely high. Regardless of the quality, speed is a big plus. By four o'clock in the morning, had already copied it eight hundred times.

Xie Bian finally felt a little tired and stopped to rub his wrists.

Fan Wujiu looked at it and felt distressed: "Okay, okay, I'll do the rest."

Xie Bi'an didn't listen, picked up the pen and continued to write: "Didn't you say you have to share the cause and effect?"

Fan Wujiu blurted out: "You taste the good fruit, but I bear the bitter fruit."

Xie Bian looked at him in surprise.

Fan Wujiu reacted and felt that these words crossed the line a bit, and stammered and began to make up for it: "Brothers share blessings and share difficulties. I am more loyal, and like to leave more blessings to brothers and more sufferings to myself. ."

Xie Bi'an nodded: "Then you are really righteous." Then he lowered his head and continued to copy.

Fan Wujiu: "..."

It doesn't seem to move Lao Bai at all.

So the two immortals continued to copy in silence. The interior is extremely quiet, except for the tickling of rain outside the window, hitting the glass, which is very poetic.

So they listened to the rain all night.

When the morning light was dim, they put down their writing at the same time, a thousand times no more or no less, just in time to finish it at dawn.

Xie Bian looked at Yumabaibai in the east outside the window and said, "It's dawn."

I don't know when the rain stopped, dawn came, and the golden rays of light penetrated the thin clouds and wrapped around the early sun.

The world is impermanent, and every night some people leave their souls and run towards death;

Fan Wujiu slumped on the chair tiredly, closed his eyes and rested, and had no time to see the beautiful scenery in the sky: "Finally, I can meet His Highness the King of Hell."

"You should pay more attention in the future." Xie Bian reminded, "His Royal Highness doesn't like things that are too Western, you'd better mention less."

Fan Wujiu suddenly froze, opened his eyes, sat up and said, "It's over."

Xie Bian: "What?"

Fan Wujiu stared at the paper that had been copied on the table, and was heartbroken: "We use a fountain pen. The fountain pen was invented by foreigners. We should copy it with a writing brush!"

"..."

Xie Bi'an: "There is no need to overdo it. His Royal Highness Yan is only traditional, not feudal."

Without further ado, Fan Wujiu and Xie Bian returned to the Hall of Hell, ready to present the copied paper to the King of Hell.

Yama still sits quietly in front of the desk and writes, with clear eyes and deep elegance.

Hades has two artifacts in his hands, one is the book of life and death, and the other is the pen of reincarnation. Impermanence to attract dead souls need to consult the book of life and death, and judges need to use the reincarnation pen to distinguish between good and evil. Because the reincarnation pen was given to the underworld judge, it is also called the judge pen.

But now the underworld trial system is fully automatic, the judges have been sent to do business, and the judge pen is back in the hands of the King of Hell. As for the book of life and death, the black and white impermanence and temporary impermanence are only used for inquiry. The real one is in the hands of the king of hell, and it is very useful to write with the judge's pen.

Impermanence to read the book of life and death, is to seduce the soul.

The judge uses the judge pen for judgment.

When the king of Hades wrote the book of life and death with a judge's pen, he was creating cause and effect. Everything he writes will become real, and the fate of all lives can be controlled by him.

Possessing the power to control cause and effect is the reason why the King of Hell is unparalleled among the gods in this world.

"Have you copied it?" This time, Yama already knew why they came.

"Yes, please take a look." Fan Wujiu handed the copied stack of papers to Yama, hoping that nothing would be seen.

The paper floats in mid-air, and the pages are automatically turned quickly.

Yan Luo browsed through it very quickly, looked up at Xie Bian with interest: "You copied it for him?"

Xie Bi'an frowned.

... There should be no flaws in his handwriting.

"Your handwriting is exactly the same as his, except that 428 of them have no mistakes and omissions, and the other 572 have a series of typos. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it was written by one person." Yama explained kindly.

Xie Bian: "..." Never expected.

Fan Wujiu: "..." What a fucking shame.

Fan Wujiu was heartbroken, and took the responsibility on himself first: "You will punish me! I want to be lazy and ask Lao Bai to help me write it."

Xie Bi'an frowned, wanting to deny: "His Royal Highness—"

Yama interrupted him: "You brothers are deeply in love, and this king will not bear severe punishment. As long as another thing is done, it will be over."

Xie Bian asked cautiously, "Is this difficult to do?"

"It's not too difficult."

Yan Luo is serious: "Let you understand Eastern culture is to generate cultural self-confidence, and let foreign gods understand it is called cultural export. As long as a Western god reads this book "The Evolution of Chinese Costumes in the Past Dynasties", and hand over 10,000 words after reading it, even if Your mission is complete."