Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen Erlai is 48,000 years old

"Brother Zhonghui, is it true that you are guilty of destroying the tomb and sealing the pen?" The sound of "Lu You" resounded throughout Ge Hong Ding, the sound was not loud, but it shook the walls of the tripod, causing echoes. The Ziyang pen was quietly suspended in mid-air without making any gestures.Different from the ordinary masterless pen spirit, when this pen spirit was sealed in the Hanmeiyu book tube, it still carried Zhu Xi's "heart", so strictly speaking, this pen still has its own pen official—— It's just that its pen tomb has a soul, but no body.

Strands of memories flowed through "Lu You"'s consciousness like a tide, and the past thousands of years ago gradually became clear. There was a smile on the face of "Lu You". He woke up from the body of Monk Peter, so his appearance was no different from Monk Peter. He was no longer the unruly, broad-shouldered old man thousands of years ago. Luo Zhongxia, Wei Shiran, Qin Yi and the others stood behind "Lu You", with their hands down, not daring to breathe, even Yan Zheng held his breath.This kind of reaction is very natural. Standing in front of them at this moment is no longer the familiar Peter monk, but the living legend Lu You and Lu Fangweng!This ancient man who used to only appear in books is now standing in front of him. The heavy pressure from history is unbearable for anyone.

Xiao Rong was still unconscious, but her complexion was much better than before.Ge Hongding's pill fire has completely disappeared, and her mysterious ice body no longer feels repulsive.Nineteen put her clothes back on, and suddenly felt a little inexplicably complicated, which made her a little absent-minded, but became the most natural person to Lu You among all the people. Ziyang Pen and Lu You faced each other for a while, and Lu You finally shook his head lightly, and sighed, "It's been almost a thousand years, and you, Lao Zhu, have not changed at all." This sigh contained extremely complicated meanings. Emotions include regret, nostalgia, and a little bit of resentment and helplessness.

After saying this, he slowly raised his right hand, and said a word from his lips: "Take it." Hearing this word, the Ziyang pen and the huge bronze pen holder immediately began to shrink rapidly, and soon became only the size of a palm. With a move of "Lu You", it flew into his hand. "Lu You" held the pen holder in one hand, took off the Ziyang pen and held it in his hand, looked at it for a moment, and then put it in his sleeve—fortunately, Monk Peter was wearing a monk's robe, if someone else wore modern attire, he might be sleeveless Hidden. After Lu You left Taohuayuan that year, according to the instructions of the owner of the pen tomb, he sealed and placed the seven princes one by one.The last stop is in Nanming Mountain.He used Shen Kuomo, Mi Fuyan and Ge Hongding to form a formation, and suppressed Ziyang brush here.At this time, it was he who solved the situation with his own hands, so he had a special feeling in his heart.

After accepting the Ziyang pen, Lu You just turned around and noticed the group of juniors who were behind him after a thousand years.Monk Peter is approachable, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, but this "Lu You" has the same eyebrows and eyes, but he has an aura of power without anger. After being glanced at by him like this, everyone is afraid to make a sound.Yan Zheng suddenly thought that before Monk Peter fell into the fire, he threw the gold-rimmed glasses to himself, and quickly handed them over to this "Monk Peter" respectfully. Lu You took the glasses and fiddled with them curiously, as if he didn't know how to use them.Yan Zheng boldly made gestures, Lu You put his glasses on the bridge of his nose hesitantly, looked around, and looked very satisfied.He just wore Monk Peter's broken glasses, looked around the crowd, and suddenly smiled and said: "Unexpectedly, there is still an old man here, it's really rare."

"After the old man...is he Japanese?" Yan Zheng asked Qin Yi in a low voice, and the latter gave him a stare. Luo Zhongxia was not in the mood to listen to Yan Zheng's cold jokes, because he found that Lu You was staring at him.He had great doubts in his heart, after the old man?Did he mean me?Our ancestors had something to do with Lu You? While he was thinking wildly, Lu You had already walked up to him, and said softly, "Dubi man, we meet again." Luo Zhongxia remembered that he had told him on Sunday that his physique was a pen, which made him feel very happy.Unexpectedly, Lu You also saw through it at a glance, so he could only say embarrassingly: "Exactly, I let you make fun of me, senior."

Lu Youdao: "The talent to master the pen is even rarer than the mastery of the pen. This is a great blessing, don't underestimate yourself." Before Luo Zhongxia could distinguish, he said, "Extend your hand." Lu You The order was gentle and firm, Luo Zhongxia had no choice but to obediently stretch out his hand, and was held by Lu You, feeling uneasy.He looked towards Wei Shiran, but Wei Shiran also looked blank, and only made a reassuring gesture, which made Luo Zhongxia even more worried. A strange heat passed from Lu You's hand to Luo Zhongxia's body, and soon spread all over his body. Luo Zhongxia felt that this heat seemed to have eyes, and he saw himself clearly from the inside to the outside. .

Lu You narrowed his eyes, and murmured: "The finishing touch pen, hehe, so this pen is with you now, very good, very good... There is also a strong pen of Chen Lin... eh? This pen seems to be broken , It's a pity..." His eyes suddenly burst into two sharp looks, and his tone was very surprised: "Qinglian's last pen?! This pen is also there?" Luo Zhongxia scratched his head, this story is too long to tell.His mind moved a little, Lu You let out a "huh" and suddenly smiled: "Huaisu's Zen mind... Dubiman, you are amazing! I have never seen Huaisu's self-enclosed in the Lvtian Nunnery. Unexpectedly, I was taken under your tent."

Seeing him probing lightly, Luo Zhongxia explained her details clearly, and she was so impressed that she fell to the ground.Lu You looked at the boy in front of him, although his face was a bit tired, but he looked just like the boy in the Peach Blossom Spring, he couldn't help feeling emotional and relieved. At this time, Wei Shiran took a step forward, cupped his hands and said: "Senior Lu, Wei Shiran from the Wei family is here." Lu You said "Oh", and asked again: "Is there still someone from Zhuge's family?" Nineteen hurriedly stepped forward to pay respects.

Lu You frowned: "Why are you the only two?" The two looked at each other and smiled wryly, not knowing how to explain it. In fact, strictly speaking, Wei Shiran is no longer a member of the Wei family, he has already been expelled from the family, and his granddaughter Wei Xiaorong naturally has no status.Adding the three foreign surnames of Qin Yi, Yan Zheng, and Luo Zhongxia, as well as the dead Liu Yuanyuan and Cheng Zhou, there are only nineteen people who are descendants of the Bizhong clan in the true sense. . Lu You looked at it for a while, and sighed a long time.He has a handsome face, but he has an old-fashioned demeanor: "I set up the tripod and inkstone for the descendants of Zhuge and Wei. I didn't expect that there are so many officials with foreign surnames. In the past thousand years, the two families have already passed away. It has fallen to such an extent.”

Wei Shiran wanted to say something, but was stopped by Lu You's gesture: "This place is not a place to stay for a long time. Since the Ziyang pen has been taken by me, let's go out first." When he said that, everyone beamed with joy.They fought repeatedly in this Ge Hong Ding, their lamps were exhausted, and they wanted to get out of this ghost place for a long time.Yan Zheng and Luo Zhongxia suddenly asked together: "Then... what happened to Monk Peter? Is he dead?" Lu You glanced at them and said approvingly, "Never forget friends in righteousness, never abandon them in danger, you are very good. Don't worry, his soul is only temporarily suppressed by me, and nothing will happen—after all, he is my reincarnation." .” The two felt relieved, and Yan Zheng suddenly poked Luo Zhongxia quietly: "Hey, it's time for you to act." Luo Zhongxia followed Yan Zheng's eyes and saw Xiaorong lying on the ground.He suddenly realized, and quickly leaned over to hug her up.Bending halfway, he suddenly felt a warning, looked up and saw Shijiu staring at him, and he didn't know whether to pick it up or put it down.Yan Zheng smiled narrowly, and turned his face away as if nothing happened. Luo Zhongxia smiled awkwardly, secretly scolding Yan Zheng for provoking trouble, and retracted his hands.With a cold face, Nineteen knocked him on the head hard, and shouted: "Why are you still standing there, do you want to leave her here alone?" Luo Zhongxia immediately hugged Xiao Rong horizontally as if she had been pardoned. Nineteen snorted coldly, and couldn't help but sarcastically said: "The action is pretty fast, haven't you been thinking about it for a long time?" Luo Zhongxia didn't dare to answer her mouth, so he had to hug Xiao Rong further away from his body to show that he was only trying to save others and had no selfish intentions.Xiaorong's body exuded bursts of coldness, which meant that his physique, which had been suppressed by Pill Fire, had returned to normal, which made Luo Zhongxia feel a little relieved. At this time, Lu You's voice came over: "You all call out the pen spirit, I'm going to open the cauldron." When everyone entered the cauldron, they knew that the sea of ​​ink could only be passed through by the spirit of the pen. Hearing Lu You's order, they all called out the spirit of the pen to envelop the whole body in the circle of light.Luo Zhongxia also called out the Qinglian Pen and wrapped herself and Xiaorong in it.Yan Zheng suddenly noticed that Wei Shiran didn't call out the pen spirit, but squeezed into the aperture of Qin Yi's Linjiao pen, and he felt a little puzzled, "Could it be that this old man doesn't have a pen spirit himself? But how can he get in without a pen spirit?" Where is Ge Hongding here?" Seeing that everyone was ready, Lu You looked up at the dome with a dignified expression, and murmured, "It's been a thousand years. Now that it's opened, I'm afraid the world will shake again. I hope you're right..." He raised his finger to the sky, and Shen Kuo's sea of ​​ink, which had been gathered at the mouth of the tripod, began to churn. After turning around for several times, it suddenly lost its support, and large balls of ink fell from mid-air, turning into huge raindrops and pouring down on the sky. And down.In an instant, black water splashed from the bottom of Ge Hongding, and the momentum was extremely astonishing. The ink rain is getting bigger and bigger, and it has changed from the original sporadic raindrops to countless straight downpours.Everyone was protected by the spirit of the pen, so they were not affected by this crazy ink tsunami, but this momentum still made them a little uneasy.Because in just one minute, the ink on the bottom of the tripod had already accumulated to the knees.They couldn't help but cast their eyes on Lu You. Lu You stood on the tripod navel, maintaining a posture of looking up.He has no pen skills, but the splashed ink obediently avoids him, as if afraid of the strong breath on his body.This soul who has lived for thousands of years is not in a calm mood at this time, but slightly excited. Seeing that the ink was almost accumulated in the cauldron, he put his fingers together, and then separated them like lightning and flint, and said, "Open!" The heavy and thick bronze walls on all sides of Ge Hongding were divided into hundreds of rectangles, which were like building blocks. Move it up and make a rattling sound.The entire edge of the tripod suddenly exposed many gaps, and the ink accumulated along the gaps flowed down to the bottom of Ge Hongding's tripod, where they gathered again. Lu You put his hands in the air again, and said, "Get up!" The whole cauldron swayed slightly at first, and then made a muffled collision sound. After shaking a few times, it actually floated on the ink sea.Mo Yu's rain continued unabated, and it accumulated deeper and deeper, so the water rose high, and the entire Ge Hongding carried these people unsteadily towards the entrance of the cave... ※※※ Zheng He opened his eyes, his brows were tightly frowned, the autumn wind brush on top of his head looked sluggish, even the whiskers drooped, and the color was withered. "Is it still not working?" Sunday asked coldly, putting down the half-peeled pear in his hand. "Hmm..." Zheng He pondered, "Although the Autumn Breeze Brush is full of spiritual power, it is always separated from me, and it is difficult to fully integrate it." Sunday said: "There is nothing strange about this. Your natal life is the Qinglian pen, and this autumn wind pen is only used to reduce dryness. When that kid Luo Zhongxia finds Qinglian's pen, your strength can truly be awakened. " When Zheng He heard Luo Zhongxia's name, he frowned and said nothing.Sunday nodded his forehead, with the tone of an elder reprimanding a younger generation: "Why do you hesitate? My method of refining pens is unprecedented. Other refining pens is to refine people's talents and souls. The spirit of the pen, but I do the opposite. I can refine the spirit of the pen into aura, and then integrate it into the human body. If you refine it thoroughly, the bones and muscles will go up to more than one level. It’s the real unity of human and pen.” Zheng He said: "Teacher, you are worrying too much, I'm just a little...uh, not reconciled." Since he was involved in this pen spirit incident, he was first taken by Qin Yi to refine pens, and he was in a coma for a long time in the hospital; then he was captured by "they" as a pen refiner and disappeared for several months; now he has returned When you go to the hospital, you have to sit on the bed every day and practice with Qiufeng brush.Compared with Luo Zhongxia's ups and downs, Zheng He felt a little pathetic, as if he had done nothing except "hospitalization" and "refinement". Now even this Autumn Breeze Brush was given to him by Luo Zhongxia.Zheng He has always been a top student, and he can't tolerate such details.Sunday didn't notice his subtle thoughts, and thought it was because the young man didn't practice his brushes very well, so he patted Zheng He on the shoulder and said comfortingly, "Don't be impatient. After you have perfected your brushwork, you will be able to share it with them." longer and shorter." As soon as "them" was mentioned, Sunday showed an excited expression, and there seemed to be a deep hatred hidden between them.He has worked hard for so long, and all his hopes can be pinned on Zheng He.These days, apart from Zheng He's parents, he is the one who comes to visit the sick most frequently. Those nurses even thought that Sunday was Zheng He's real grandfather. "Who are they...?" Zheng He was silent for a moment, and finally asked a question. "A group of lunatics who want to restore." Sunday grinned, the loose muscles at the corners of his mouth pulled together the wrinkles on his face, and it was impossible to tell whether he was smiling or angry. At this moment, there was a light knock on the door. On Sunday, I immediately became vigilant. Zheng He's parents had just left in the morning, and this was not the time for doctors to make rounds.His ability can easily cover the entire building and control everyone in the building, but this time he didn't notice it at all—this is definitely not a good sign! This old man is narrow-minded by nature, and his idea is very simple, if you don't know whether the other party is an enemy or a friend, first control them in your hands before talking!His first reaction was to display his ability, and several silver threads shot towards the door. He can control human movements like a marionette. When Yan Zheng and Nineteen Qiang rushed to the hospital, they were played by him in the palm of his hand, and they had no power to fight back.This time on Sunday, the same old trick was repeated. He estimated the number of visitors: three, with a casual sprinkle, three strands of puppet silk were shot out the door. Sunday quickly discovered that something was wrong. Instead of controlling the other party, those silk threads stopped working, no matter how he drove them, they would not be moved—the feeling was like being tightly held by a big hand. "Pen attendant? Don't be in trouble."