Chapter 5 Chapter 4: Zhang Liang Did Not Meet Han Xinpin

It can be said that Zheng He and Luo Zhongxia were involved in the dispute at the pen tomb at the same time.It is a pity that compared with Luo Zhongxia's "luck", Zheng He's fate can be described as ill-fated.First, he was almost turned into a pen boy by Qin Yi, and he lay in the intensive care unit for a long time; then he was captured by "they" somehow, and he was transformed into a pen soul boy with a pen, becoming a lost The unconscious monster almost wiped out Luo Zhongxia's entire army in Yongzhou. During the battle at Lutian Nunnery, they managed to rescue Zheng He.It's a pity that Zheng He had already become a pen soul boy at that time.That is a taboo and evil method that is even more terrifying than refining the pen. It is produced using the spirit of the pen and the human body as materials.After he was rescued, he turned back into a vegetative state and lay unconscious in the intensive care unit.Luo Zhongxia and Monk Peter tried many methods, but they still couldn't detect what kind of pen spirit "they" used to refine Zheng He.The only thing that is known for sure is that Zheng He is still alive, and the pen spirit turned into vine-like spiritual branches and spread to his limbs and bones, but never reached his brain. It is a blessing among misfortunes that he preserved a trace of consciousness.

Why can't the refined pen spirit enter his brain?Was it intentional by the enemy, or was there something peculiar about his physique?Even Fei Lao couldn't figure this out, so Zheng He just lay down back to the ICU, motionless, quietly waiting for someone to come up with a good way to recover the pen spirit for him. Now he's awake, which is by no means a good sign. Teacher Zeng Guifen was hospitalized due to a heart attack. She is fine now, but she still has to stay in the hospital for observation for a period of time, so she is in charge of monitoring Zheng He by the way.Although she has no pen skills, she has practiced kung fu with a strong drum and sound, and all the juniors respect her very much.

Now that she said something happened, it must be something big. The four hurried from Songtao Garden to the Third Hospital.Although Nineteen is sad, he also knows which is more important. Remembering the dead can be done at any time, but the enemy in reality can attack at any time. The intensive care unit is an independent building, and very few people usually enter it.When they arrived, Zeng Guifen was already waiting at the gate in hospital gown, her old face was full of sadness. Monk Peter didn't bother to exchange pleasantries, and immediately asked, "Teacher Zeng, what's going on?"

Zeng Guifen tremblingly supported the stainless steel crutches, and sighed: "Just now I went to the intensive care unit to check on Zheng He's condition according to my daily routine. Everything was normal at first, but just as I was about to leave, I was suddenly struck by a kind of A strange feeling enveloped me, as if being manipulated by an invisible big hand, and I walked out involuntarily. I tried to struggle, but there was no room for resistance, so I could only keep walking. When I left the ward, I caught a glimpse through the reflection of the glass on the door, and Zheng He, who was lying on the bed, half sat up from the bed!"

There was still a thin layer of sweat floating on Zeng Guifen's forehead, which shows how much pressure she was under at that time. Peter's heart trembled, how familiar this scene was.His father, Wei Dingbang, the patriarch of the Wei family, danced violently like a marionette in front of him, and then died.It's just that it was replaced by Teacher Zeng this time, but the technique was slightly gentler, and no one was injured-not yet. In other words, Wei Zhuangzhong's invisible enemy is now in this building. Maybe it's "them". It may even be the "master" in Chu Yimin's mouth.

Seeing that Monk Peter's eyes flickered, Yan Zheng seemed to be thinking about something. He was always careless and didn't bother to think much, so he directly asked, "Then how is the situation now?" Zeng Guifen said: "All the doctors and nurses in the building were kicked out like me, probably controlled by that kind of force—there is probably only Zheng He in there now." "Isn't that hard to say? Just go in and have a look!" Yan Zheng opened the glass door of the building and walked in after speaking.Unexpectedly, his legs froze in mid-air as soon as he took half a step.Yan Zheng was startled, and tried his best to control his right leg to land forward, but unexpectedly, his right leg seemed to come alive by turning slightly, but instead swung backwards, and he lost his balance all at once.Thanks to Yan Zheng's better sense of balance, he swayed slightly, touched the ground with his left foot, and stretched out his hands, so he didn't fall to the ground.

But in this way, he turned his back to the glass door, as if he had just been kicked out of the building.Yan Zheng muttered unwillingly, waved his hand, turned around and rushed into the building again.This time the ending was even worse. His two legs flew into the air, and then he fell straight to the concrete floor, as if he had just finished practicing the buttocks backward flat sand and falling wild goose pose. "Yan Zheng, don't be brave!" Monk Peter reminded him from the side.But Yan Zheng had never suffered such a loss, he was angry from the heart, evil to the gall, he got up from the ground again, with a shake of his right hand, five red lights flashed out.

eyebrow pencil. Luo Zhongxia, Peter, and Nineteen all cried out together.The pen spirit on Yan Zheng's body is Zhang Chang's thrush pen in the Han Dynasty, which can restore objects to the state of a specific time-but what use can it be at this time? Yan Zheng kicked the glass of the door and ran abruptly inside.Just like the previous two times, his two legs began to lose control again, and they reversed rapidly, trying to take him out of the building.During the struggle, Yan Zheng suddenly raised his right index finger and middle finger, and quickly tapped on his thigh, and the muscles of his legs returned to normal immediately.The figure of the whole person only paused for a moment, and then walked through the glass door into the building.

Only then did others see what he was thinking.The mysterious power of unknown origin can control the subject to leave the building by manipulating human muscles, just like manipulating a puppet.This function is obviously not triggered until the moment you enter the building, but Yan Zhengchao used a thrush pencil on his legs to restore them to the state a few minutes before entering the building. Naturally, his legs were not there at that time. under power control.In this way, Yan Zheng manipulated his legs like arms, and was able to move on. This idea can be described as ingenious and unique, and only thrush can do this.

But the question is, how long can it last? There are ten eyebrow pencils in total, five of which have been used up in the subway.Now every few steps I take with my legs, I have to use up one branch, and the effect doesn't last long.Yan Zheng only took five steps before the muscles of his legs began to reverse again. He had to tap again to keep control.Calculated in this way, he can only take twenty-five steps at most, and then he will be beaten back. What's more, there is a great danger in it: that force can control your legs, and naturally it can control your whole body.If the caster realizes Yan Zheng's intentions and controls his wrist and shoulder blades instead, the thrush pencil will be useless, and the whole body will be restrained at that time, who knows how that power will deal with Yan Zheng...

Monk Peter first saw this verse.As soon as he expressed his worry, Luo Zhongxia immediately said in a hurry: "Then I'll drag him out!" Regardless of whether he could enter the building, he rushed forward.Seeing that the situation was not good, Nineteen also jumped forward. She felt that the glass door was really in the way, so she flew up the lancet and sacrificed it like a pen.There was only a bang, and the gate had already been smashed to pieces by her enlarged lancet, and glass shards flew around. Luo Zhongxia and Nineteen's eyes intertwined, they nodded knowingly, and walked in side by side.As soon as Nineteen's feet entered, he felt a little weird, as if his legs were firmly held by a pair of invisible hands, dragging him back.Nineteen was furious, letting the lancet dance around him, trying to smash the invisible enemy to pieces.It's a pity that all this was in vain, her knife could only cut through the solid body, but it was useless to this unknown force, so she could only watch her feet dragging her body back to the gate, then stomped her feet and flew out. Seeing that the situation was not good, Peter folded his palms together, grabbed Nineteen's body with a soft force, and then slowly put her down.Subconsciously, he threw out an extra force, trying to catch Luo Zhongxia too - but this move failed.Monk Peter, Zeng Guifen, and Shijiu, who was still in shock, were surprised to find that Luo Zhongxia had walked dozens of steps into the building, but he was still safe and sound, and nothing unusual happened. Luo Zhongxia himself was also inexplicably surprised. When he stepped into the building, he was fully on guard. The Qinglian pen and Zen heart were ready to go, but in the end they were all in vain. There was no strange force to pull his body, and there was no puppet. Silk thread, everything is as normal as it could be. But Shijiu and Yan Zheng were simply blown out of the building, and the other was advancing step by step with great difficulty. This shows that his "normal" is actually a kind of abnormality. At this time, there was no time to think about it, Luo Zhongxia gestured to the three people outside the building, then turned and ran towards Yan Zheng.Yan Zheng gritted his teeth and was still in a stalemate with that force, step by step, out of ten fingers, only two little fingers were still glowing red, his forehead was dripping with sweat, he was at the end of his battle. "Yan Zheng, get out!" Luo Zhongxia yelled. Hearing Luo Zhongxia's shout, Yan Zheng turned his head and saw Luo Zhongxia's calm demeanor, he couldn't help but asked in a daze, "How did you come here?" When he opened his mouth, his spirit relaxed, and he was immediately engulfed in strength. He turned his head and dragged towards the outside of the building.Luo Zhongxia grabbed Yan Zheng's sleeve, and Yan Zheng's fists immediately slammed back at him. "Hey, it's me!" Luo Zhongxia yelled while dodging. "I know, I can't control it!" Yan Zheng explained pantingly, but he never let go of the moves in his hands.Fortunately, he was being manipulated by others, and his fists and feet seemed blunt. If Yan Zheng used the means he used to fight on the street back then, Luo Zhongxia might not be able to walk away after three face-to-face encounters. The two tugged a few times, Yan Zheng said: "I say, you should let go quickly. If this entanglement continues, we will be finished together." Luo Zhongxia thought to himself that although this power is powerful and domineering, it hasn't hurt the killer so far. Just throw the intruder out of the building, and the life can be saved.Thinking about turning around in his heart, he let go of Yan Zheng's sleeve.Yan Zheng seized the time and yelled: "Go to the intensive care unit quickly, I'm fine, the fortune teller said I have..." Before finishing speaking, the whole person scrambled and scrambled towards the gate, staggering all the way. Luo Zhongxia had no choice but to walk towards the intensive care unit on the third floor alone.At this time, the building was quietly empty, and the sound of his footsteps was very clear in the empty corridor.The porch lights, the floor, the notice boards, the rows of wooden doors and glass windows, everything is normal, but there is an indescribable feeling that permeates the surroundings, which is not scary or weird, but closer to a kind of unfathomable The majesty stood like an invisible guard, staring at the young man walking among them. "Am I chosen?" Luo Zhongxia thought to himself.There seemed to be no doubt that that force repelled Peter, Nineteen, Yan Zheng, Zeng Guifen and everyone else, but it couldn't stop himself alone.This must be deliberate, just want him to appear alone.A definite hint. Is it Zheng He?There is no reason for this, he is not so good at fighting. Is it Lao Li?There is no reason for this, why the Zhuge family must be so mysterious. Is it "they"?That's possible, but if they have such means, wouldn't it be easy to pinch Luo Zhongxia and others directly, why bother so much. Luo Zhongxia thought over and over, but couldn't figure it out.He has the advantage that if he encounters something he can't figure out, he simply doesn't think about it.Not everything in this world has to be understood. "It's rare to be confused" is his philosophy of life, and it also corresponds to Huai Su's Zen mind. Even if you encounter the worst situation, you can use Qinglian pen to do your best.This is Luo Zhongxia's confidence. In fact, since the combination of poetry and pen broke the ghost pen, Huai Su's Zen mind has been dispelled into the consciousness and subconscious mind, which melted into the depths of his heart, causing subtle changes in his temperament.Although in this way, the incomparably powerful "Cursive Script Song" has become a swan song and can no longer be used, but his overall strength in controlling the Qinglian Brush has reached a new level-it can even be said that his life The realm has also risen to a higher level. Luo Zhongxia walked to the intensive care unit on the third floor and took a deep breath.The menacing aura became more obvious, and it poured out from the crack of the intensive care unit door without any cover, hitting his legs like a dark tide.Qinglian pen is eager to try in her chest, and she will shoot immediately if the situation is not right. He was hesitating whether to knock on the door first, when the strong aura around him suddenly "swished" away, and the tide receded in an instant, as if it had never existed before, without any trace of it.This made Luo Zhongxia a little dazed, as if mentally throwing a fist to no avail and exerting too much force. "come in." An old voice sounded in the house. Luo Zhongxia sorted out her thoughts in a bit of embarrassment, pushed the door open and entered the room. He saw Zheng He half-sit up from the hospital bed, looking at himself in surprise, still with that disgusting face. There was an old man beside Zheng He. The old man was not tall, thin and dry, wearing a worn navy blue cadre uniform.There was also a dirty cloth sign leaning crookedly beside the bed, on which were written the words "Fortune-telling and fortune-telling, fortune-telling and fortune-telling". Luo Zhongxia's mind buzzed, and the memory suddenly returned to the beginning of the whole adventure. It's that flea market fortune teller! On that fateful morning, he went to the flea market to buy pens for Ju Shigeng, and as soon as he entered, he ran into this fortune teller.The fortune teller said that his face was in great trouble, but he still didn't believe it, so he used the English word person to test the word. "Going to PER is not an adult, but the pronunciation of this SON is like a death. You are in a catastrophe, what kind of future is it!" "S is a dead letter, and RO is two wings. If you want to save your life, you should stay away from R and O, but you should stay on a PEN." Those two words of interpretation echoed in Luo Zhongxia's mind very clearly.At that time, Luo Zhongxia only thought that the fortune teller was talking nonsense, but now that he thought about it carefully, he was right on everything! RO is a "banyan", and his fate should be on this PEN pen? From this point of view, Luo Zhongxia stepped into the world of the pen mound since the early morning of that day. Seeing the fortune teller suddenly at this moment, Luo Zhongxia's almost forgotten memories burst out, instantly confirming the prophecy of the word test in his mind, which made him horrified and inexplicable. "You...you..." Luo Zhongxia pointed at the fortune teller, opened his mouth but was speechless. The fortune teller smiled slightly, walnut-like wrinkles twisted into swirls on his face: "Long time no see, little friend Luo." With a flick of his index finger, a folding chair took the initiative to run behind Luo Zhongxia, and he plopped sat down. Zheng He said at this moment: "How could it be him?" "Why not him?" The fortune teller said leisurely, "A person has a destiny, and a destiny has a certain number, and the number has a certain rule. You have been lying down for too long, and the outside world is not the same." "But he is just an ordinary person, how could he be the one who crossed me..." Zheng He frowned, showing the usual face of an elite student. The fortune teller laughed loudly and said, "This is an ordinary student, but his experience is already extraordinary. How can he not be a pen reader?" Luo Zhongxia saw the two of them talking to themselves, and summoned up the courage to ask, "Who the hell are you?" The fortune teller turned his face and said: "It doesn't matter who I am - Wang Laowu, Zhao Laosan, Neil Gaiman, whatever you call it - come on, I won't embarrass you, see "American Gods"? Just call me Sunday." He breathed a sigh of relief, and stared at Luo Zhongxia with two eyes hidden in wrinkles: "The important thing is that I gave you a life review that day, my friend, Is it all fulfilled now?" "En." Luo Zhongxia replied cautiously, secretly trying to figure out the origin of this fortune teller who turned out to be born out of nowhere.He sneaked a glance at Zheng He, and found that the current Zheng He was not quite the same as the Zheng He he was familiar with. He also had an elite face, but now this one was a little more natural and plain—in other words, Zheng He's past The demeanor is "I am superior to you", but now Zheng He is "I am superior to you, does it need to be said?" What has happened to him?And what does it have to do with this old man who calls himself "Sunday"?Countless question marks swirled in Luo Zhongxia's chest.Sunday ignored him, and said to himself: "At that time, I taught you how to avoid disasters. It's a pity that you have short-sightedness and ignorance, so you have this kind of disaster. This is called not listening to the old man's words, and you will suffer in front of your eyes." "It can't be called a disaster, right?" Luo Zhongxia felt that this word was used too much.Although he has gone through ups and downs and encountered dangers many times, he will not rise to the height of disaster. Sunday smiled and said: "You are just a lazy and leisurely guy in the world, but you strayed into the world of this pen tomb, and bear the fate of being the seven princes in charge of the city. Is it still a blessing?" The temperature in the surrounding space instantly cooled down, Luo Zhongxia's heart beat wildly, this guy really had something to do with Bizuka. "So your wish to withdraw the pen is understandable." Sunday nodded as if to comfort him.Luo Zhongxia had no expression on his face. In order to save Yan Zhenghe Shijiu, he had already given up the last chance Huai Su gave him to withdraw his pen. Now his mind is calm and he doesn't think about those things anymore. "It's a pity, it's a pity, good luck tricks people. You want to withdraw the pen, but the pen spirit is retreating more and more. First there is Qinglian, then there is a little eye, and there is a tube of Du Zimei's autumn wind hidden in your right hand." After finishing speaking on Sunday, Luo Zhongxia glanced at his right hand meaningfully, Luo Zhongxia couldn't help it anymore, stood up from the chair suddenly, his face pale.Before his death, Huai Su entrusted Wei Dingbang's Qiufeng brush to his right hand and entrusted him to give it to someone who is destined.Where did you get the news this Sunday? Sunday seemed to be quite satisfied with his reaction, and continued: "Since ancient times, among the officials of the pen tomb, there has never been a single person who has been able to hold two pens, but you have made a two-for-one all at once. Do you know the reason?" In the past, Luo Zhongxia also heard Mr. Zeng, Mr. Fei and other elders of the Wei family and Zhuge family say that according to the tradition of the pen tomb, one official will write a stroke without exception. I am very curious that the spirits do not contradict each other, but they can't tell why.The old fortune-teller seemed confident, as if he knew the answer. Huai Su's Zen mind, entangled in Luo Zhongxia's nature, played a role at this time, secretly suppressing his impulsive side.Luo Zhongxia licked her slightly dry lips, tried not to look too impatient, and said in a deep voice, "Listen to the old man's advice." "Because your original destiny is not to be a pen tomb official, but to be a pen ferryman." Sunday said unhurriedly.