Chapter 11 Chapter Ten

"You want me to save Wei Shiran?" Luo Zhongxia never expected that she would make such a request. "Yes, Grandpa is in crisis now, and his life is in danger." Xiaorong spoke lightly and with a calm voice, but it would be dangerous to put Wei Shiran's old fox in trouble.Luo Zhongxia subconsciously let go of Xiao Rong's body, and took a step back: "That's why you came to find me?" Xiaorong didn't seem to notice his expression, and nodded slowly. "Oh..." Luo Zhongxia didn't want to accuse Xiao Rong of anything, but he couldn't hide his strong loss.

Xiaorong continued: "My grandfather is trapped in Gaoyang Cave on Nanming Mountain..." "Wait a minute, you know he's been using me, right?" "Yes, I know that." "I was almost killed by him." "Yes, I know that." "Even so, you still want me to save him?" "Yes, are you going?" Xiaorong looked at him calmly. "No!" Luo Zhongxia waved his hand angrily, feeling that this was going too far. When Xiaorong heard his answer, she smiled sadly, and shook her head, seeming to be disappointed, but at the same time mocking herself.She murmured in a barely audible voice, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come." Then she took a few steps back, turned slowly and left.Seeing her thin body swaying slightly in the mountain wind, Luo Zhongxia couldn't bear the indescribable desolation of her lonely petite back.

He was about to stretch out his hand to grab Xiaorong, but suddenly another voice came from nearby. "What's the use of you working so hard to find such a rat?" The tone was full of pride, and Luo Zhongxia was very familiar with this tone.He looked up and stared, a young man appeared beside Xiao Rong, it was Wei Rongyu who betrayed the Wei family to follow Wei Shiran.He still had the same haughty expression, with two white eyebrows raised, a little more arrogant than before. Wei Rongyu glanced contemptuously at Luo Zhongxia, ignored him, turned to Xiao Rong and said, "Xiao Rong, why didn't you obey my order and ran out without permission?" His tone was gentle, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

Xiaorong was not afraid at all, met his gaze and said, "I'm here to ask someone for help, to save Grandpa." "Presumptuous!" Wei Rongyu's voice suddenly increased, "Master Wei has explained before leaving, if he is not here, I will take full responsibility. How dare you make decisions without permission? Do you think I am not worthy to preside over the overall situation?" Xiaorong lowered her head, without making any excuses, and let him taunt with a stick. Luo Zhongxia couldn't see it, and said loudly: "Wei Rongyu, don't bully me too much!"

Wei Rongyu looked at Luo Zhongxia for a while, as if he had just discovered the existence of this person, he suddenly smiled and said: "I heard that you are not an official of the Bi Tomb, but just a mere Bibi-doctor." He bites the word "mere district" very heavily, and his contempt is beyond words.Luo Zhongxia was very suspicious. Du Biren only heard about Sunday's mention a few days ago. How did it reach Wei Rongyu's ears so quickly? Seeing his strange expression, Wei Rongyu thought that he had been hit by a sore spot, and said leisurely with his hands behind his back: "I think back in the day, how proud you were of holding the Qinglian pen. Time has changed, and it turns out that it was just a little servant who crossed the pen." , It’s really making people laugh--that’s good, you give me the Qinglian pen, I’ll go save Mr. Wei, and spare you from death by the way. Consensus, each takes what you want, what do you think?”

Xiao Rong frowned, raised her head and said, "Brother Rong Yu, is this too much?" As soon as the words were finished, Wei Rongyu moved his left hand and slapped Xiaorong's mouth. The girl was beaten to the side, leaving a clear five-fingerprint on her fair and delicate face. "Don't think that there is no distinction between superiority and inferiority if there is a melt in the name! You are just a bastard puppet, remember your duty, and don't overstep." "I rely on it!" When Luo Zhongxia saw Xiaorong being humiliated for the first time, a furious electric current instantly spread throughout the nerves of his whole body, and the blood in his whole body boiled.Furious emotions spewed out without any hindrance, and without saying a word, he drove Qinglianbi, who was also in a frenzy, to attack Wei Rongyu.

A violent storm struck out of nowhere, and Wei Rongyu was caught off guard. He was staggered all of a sudden, and managed to gain a firm foothold.He looked around and found that Xiaorong was dragged behind him by Luo Zhongxia due to the wind.Before he had time to say anything, Luo Zhongxia had already attacked desperately.Sentences of Shiyong come out one after another, and when they come out, it is a sentence of killing—— 〖Meteor White Feather Insertion Sword flower and autumn lotus come out of the box The Heavenly Soldiers Shine on the Snow at Jade Pass Captive arrows are like sand shooting golden armor

Clouds, Dragons, Winds and Tigers all returned Taibai enters the moon and the enemy can be destroyed〗 This song "Hu Renren" is Li Bai's rare work of swordsmanship, and the spirit of killing is strong and high.Luo Zhongxia burst into anger, and naturally sacrificed this song.He is integrated with the Qinglian pen, and a series of attacks are flowing like clouds and flowing water. The lines of the poems are closely connected, and the waves are higher than the waves.Although Wei Rongyu has Yan Yu's Canglang pen, which was originally the nemesis of poetic pen spirit, Taibai's poems are unrestrained and unrestrained, winning purely with courage, but Canglang pen cannot be analyzed.

In addition, he was unprepared in advance, and was attacked suddenly. Under such a violent offensive without any consequences, he had no ability to fight back at all.He retreated in succession and rolled all the way on the top of the mountain, in a state of embarrassment, relying on some methods of criticizing poems taught by Wei Shiran to barely resist.Finally, Luo Zhongxia finished reciting a whole poem, and the offensive paused for a while. Wei Rongyu saw the opportunity and summoned three light feathers, trying to cut Luo Zhongxia's mental power, and at worst would drag him into the vicissitudes of life. Within the domain of the waves, defeat can be turned into victory at that time.

But just as the three feathers flew out, Wei Rongyu suddenly felt an ominous feeling in his heart.He raised his head suddenly, but was almost terrified.I saw Luo Zhongxia's right hand soared into a hideous and terrifying giant arm with spikes, smashing towards him with the sound of strong wind.This thing is purely a physical attack, and the light feather is useless.Wei Rongyu was so frightened that he was out of his wits, he was unstoppable, and he didn't care about his face at the moment, so he rolled on the ground to avoid the sharp edge.Luo Zhongxia's gigantic arm hit the rock with a bang, causing stone chips to fly everywhere.A huge boulder was torn apart.

He didn't know that it was the power of fragments of the Zhuang brush, but he thought it was the Qinglian brush that was visualized, and wanted to sacrifice Guangyu to chop it.But it was too late at this time, Luo Zhongxia jumped up high, shouted condescendingly: "Wei Rongyu!!" The deformed right arm was smashed again.The body of the Canglang pen is not afraid of physical attacks, but Wei Rongyu was so suppressed by this imposing and unreasonable offensive that he couldn't hold his head up, let alone build a domain. The two fought for several more rounds. Wei Rongyu couldn't find a gap under the attack of Qinglian Pen and Zhuang Bi. Broke his left arm, finally couldn't hold it anymore, staggered and fell to the ground, turned his head away and waited to die. At this time, a crystal snowflake fell on the bridge of Luo Zhongxia's nose. The coolness brought back a little reason to the furious Luo Zhongxia. He tilted his right arm and hit the ground next to Wei Rongyu, smashing a big hole. He is not an inch away. Luo Zhongxia fell back to the ground, picked up Wei Rongyu who was still panting, and shouted: "Listen to me the fuck, Wei Shiran, I'll save him!!" He has never been so elated since he had a pen.Xiao Rong stood aside and saw this situation, with joy or worry between her brows. ※※※ There was a lot of fighting over there, but there was a subtle stalemate on Yunge Cliff. Zhuge Yihui, Monk Peter, Yan Zheng and the Nineteen Four stood back to back and stared in the same direction.The figure in the mist walked dozens of steps away from them, and no longer approached. The other party was also four people, at least only four people were seen. "Your family, Qin Yi, just took Luo Zhongxia away, and four unexpected guests came here. It's a coincidence. Fortunately, you are not a bad person!" Nineteen looked around vigilantly, and took the time to mock Yan Zheng. Yan Zheng never took the beauty's taunts seriously, he just grinned: "Kill all these four guys, can't we ask clearly." "You speak lightly!" "Don't worry, the fortune teller said that I have undefeated fate." Yan Zheng said the mantra which was not inspiring at all, making all ten of his fingers glow red. The words are so, but the situation is not so optimistic.Among the four of them, there are only two pen spirits, and one of them is not a fighting type.The enemy's reality is unknown, and their capabilities are also unclear. This kind of unprepared and uncertain battle made Zhuge Yihui, who had always planned first and then decided, really confused. He turned to look at Monk Peter, only to find that the monk changed his calm expression, his brows were tightly frowned, and his eyes behind the lens were very strange, as if something in the fog touched him. "Could it be that even he has no confidence?" Zhuge Yihui lamented in his heart, his mind began to run rapidly, thinking hard about how to maximize the use of Nineteen and Yan Zheng's pen skills to solve the predicament in front of him.He thought about strategies one by one, but for some reason, the final conclusion would always come down to the fact that he didn't have a pen spirit. "If Lao Li had given me a pen spirit, I wouldn't be like this today." Zhuge Yihui occasionally thought about this kind of thought on weekdays, but it mostly passed by in a flash.But today it lingers and becomes more intense, and the more I think about it, the more entangled it becomes.Rationally speaking, Zhuge Yihui understands that retreating the enemy is a big matter now, and it is not the time to think deeply about it, but this is like an obsessive-compulsive disorder, always lingering in his heart, suppressing other emotions, making people suffocated, almost making it difficult to breathe. In fact, it wasn't just him, Nineteen was also troubled by this inexplicable emotion at this time.She was extremely sensitive in her heart, and she was deeply concerned about Fang Bin's death.At this time, for some reason, Fang Bin's figure lingered in her heart, never leaving her, and kept whispering in her ear: "If you had discovered Ou Zilong's conspiracy early, I would not have been killed." Nineteen shook his head desperately, thinking Getting rid of this kind of psychological paranoia made the feeling of self-blame more vivid, occupying all her consciousness. Even a heartless person like Yan Zheng actually showed hesitation at this time. "It's a great regret in life that I haven't slept with a female lawyer so far." This is a small and wretched regret hidden deep in his heart, but it actually just reflects his curiosity about legal workers.But today this thought broke through the barriers of the subconscious, and jumped into his mind, becoming an irresistible wild desire. "Could it be that this is the enemy's ability?" Zhuge Yihui managed to squeeze out a bit of reason to think in the interval of pain, "It seems that it is a pen spirit that can control the opponent's emotions. We are not mentally prepared. Peter is a Zen practitioner, so it should be fine. Bar……" He turned his head to look, but saw that Monk Peter's face was distorted, more so than the three of them. The usual kind and calm signature smile was gone, replaced by a complex expression mixed with anger and surprise, pain and relief. The eyes behind the glasses shot out Fudo Mingo-style anger, staring straight at a certain place in the fog. "Looks like it's over this time..." Zhuge Yihui thought dejectedly. At this moment, a flying pen flew out of the fog in the distance, the tip of the pen was sharp, and it aimed straight at Zhuge Yihui's face.Both Nineteen and Yan Zheng were in a daze, and there was no time to react to this. Just at the very moment, Monk Peter raised his head suddenly, stretched out his hand to hold the flying brush firmly in his hand, with a strange light in his eyes, he roared like a lion: "Wake up!" This roar shocked the audience, and even the dense fog shivered.Zhuge Yihui, Shijiu and Yan Zheng were heard by the sound of the lion's roar, and their paranoia and entanglement were swept away, and the three of them woke up one after another.Yan Zheng shook his head and said with lingering fear, "Brother, if it weren't for you, brother, I would have handed over to the female lawyer today." Monk Peter didn't answer, he slowly sat down on the spot, his eyes never leaving the fog.At this time, several flying pens swished in the fog. Monk Peter usually only defended but not attacked, but today he showed unprecedented aggressiveness. He put his hands together and yelled again: "Liu Yuanyuan, you Where!?" The three flying pens were shaken by this roar and lost their aim.The other three looked at each other, wondering why Monk Peter suddenly asked, who is Liu Yuanyuan? It was still quiet in the fog, and there was no answer.Monk Peter kept chanting sutras, but his expression became more and more painful, and sweat gradually oozes from his smooth forehead. Zhuge Yihui said: "That pen official who can control his emotions must be putting pressure on Master Peter." Nineteen anxiously said, "Then let's help him quickly." Zhuge Yihui shook his head: "Emotions are too delicate. At this time, Master Peter is resisting with all his heart. If we break in without authorization, we will only harm him." Yan Zheng glanced at Peter, and said, "Could it be that the opponent is using a ghost pen? I remember that Li He's ghost pen can catalyze the opponent's emotional flaws, but that's not right... The ghost pen should be on the female staff member of the bank..." Zhuge Yihui said: "The ghost pen is guided by the actions of the pen official, but this one in front of me makes the opponent fall into paranoia like obsessive-compulsive disorder. One outside and one inside are different." "You still have the mood to talk about this! What should we do now?" Seeing that Monk Peter was a little overwhelmed, Nineteen felt anxious. Before Zhuge Yihui could answer, there was a low humming sound in the fog, and dozens of flying brushes with sharp blades pierced the air from different angles.Monk Peter raised his eyes, and shattered the yellow wooden Buddha beads on his neck with a clatter. The wooden beads immediately scattered and flew in the air, spinning rapidly, connecting each other to form a screen shield with a faint yellow light.This trick was created by him with painstaking efforts. He fought head-on with Ou Zilong who had the Lingyun pen that day, and he did not lose the wind in the slightest. The dozens of flying pens hit the wooden bead shield, making a bang, and fell to the ground one after another.Zhuge Yihui secretly admired him, he has cultivated to this level with only his physical body, and he is indeed a rare talent in writing in a hundred years. Nineteen has long been impatient with this style of play that only defends but does not attack.She couldn't hold back her anger, her chest vibrated, and she woke up like a pen, then she drew out the saber at her waist, swayed it in the wind, it was two feet long.She threw the saber outwards, and under the action of the rafter pen, the saber suddenly extended and flew towards the fog in a circle. Nineteen's idea is very simple, since the enemy is hidden in the fog, then use this extended saber to sweep across a large area, no matter how concealed you are, you will still be affected by the blade.The effect of this move was immediate, as soon as the blade reached, the figures in the dense fog immediately became scattered and flustered.The saber circled around and turned back. Nineteen saw a few strands of cloth hanging from the blade, presumably he had gained something. She succeeded in one blow, her spirits lifted, and the long knife was spun out again.The long knife, which was as huge as the rafter pen, was already fierce, and with Shijiu's temperament, it was very hot. Even if it couldn't cut through the thick fog, the wind it carried was enough to blow open a gap in the fog.If this kind of offensive can continue, within a few minutes, they will all be cut and swept within a radius of fifteen meters. But just when Nineteen was smug, that strong paranoia suddenly hit his heart again, and his whole mood suddenly fell down.The pen follows one's will, and the owner's mood changes, such as the rafter pen and the long knife that flew out also stopped.Seeing that the situation was not going well, Yan Zheng suddenly patted Shijiu on the shoulder with his right hand, and managed to recover her.It's a pity that emotions are illusory, not as real as the physical body. Even if the thrush can reverse time, it has a very limited impact on emotions. Yan Zheng thought that going on like this wouldn't be a fucking problem, the enemy couldn't see it if he was hiding in the thick fog, so if I hid in the thick fog, the enemy wouldn't be able to see it either.He stepped out of the range of Monk Peter's shield, bowed slightly, trying to sneak into the fog, and use his fists to deal with the enemy.Unexpectedly, he had just gone three steps when a flying pen flew over from an unknown angle and pierced into his lower abdomen with a puff. Yan Zheng was furious and wanted to jump up, but several flying pens stabbed towards his eyes and heart respectively.Under the sluggish mood, Nineteen swung his knife vigorously and chopped them off. Zhuge Yihui rushed over and dragged Yan Zheng back desperately.Yan Zheng had no choice but to use the thrush again to heal himself. Zhuge Yihui could see that the enemy's strategy was very clear, which was to completely hide in the fog, suppress their emotions with the ability of the pen spirit, and then use the flying pen to attack from a long distance, so as not to give them a chance to fight hand-to-hand.But there is a big loophole in this strategy, if Luo Zhongxia is there, then Nineteen's rafters and Qinglian's strong wind can easily blow away the dense fog, and the strategy will immediately collapse. The only possibility was that the enemy had isolated Luo Zhongxia in advance before using this move with confidence.Thinking of this, Zhuge Yihui couldn't help but glance at Yan Zheng. Qin Yi, who he had sworn to say was not a bad person, was probably the most suspected one. At this time, the flying pens in the fog had resumed their offensive, spreading like locusts crossing the territory, covering the sky and blocking out the sun, attacking continuously.Fortunately, Monk Peter is an expert in defense, so he set up the shield without hesitation, blocking all those flying pens outside. Strange to say, they were also suppressed by paranoid emotions. Nineteen and the others almost lost their combat effectiveness, but Monk Peter was not affected at all. Instead, the more he fought, the more courageous he became. The wooden bead shield became more and more radiant and indestructible under his maintenance. . "It's too full, it's too full, something's wrong..." Zhuge Yihui looked at the radiant shield in front of him and muttered to himself.When it is full, it overflows, and the dragon has regrets. The shield in front of him is somewhat unusually strong, which always makes people feel a little uneasy.He turned his head to observe Monk Peter, the core of the shield, and found that Monk Peter's expression was even more distorted than before, and his facial muscles would twitch from time to time.It's just that instead of being depressed, he transformed the depressed paranoia into spiritual motivation and strengthened the shield with one breath. However, what makes Zhuge Yihui suspicious is that paranoid emotions are extremely directional, and one emotion can only affect one thing.Monk Peter was able to use this emotion to counter the spirit of the pen, which showed that what he was obsessed with must be inextricably linked to the spirit of the pen.However, this is too painstaking, I'm afraid it won't last long... Just as he was thinking, there was a thin weeping sound in the mist, and then the flying brush disappeared, and a woman's figure gradually emerged from the mist.This woman is about thirty, with flat eyes and thin eyebrows, also wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, full of intellectual dignity.She walked near the shield, and there was a tube of pen spirit floating beside her.The pen is short, gray and white, the tip of the pen is slumped like a fluff, and there is only a touch of bright red at the end of the whisker, which looks like blood. Monk Peter's eyes were slightly closed, and his voice was hoarse: "Yuanyuan, is it really you?" "If it wasn't for your Buddhist lion's roar, I wouldn't know it would be you." The woman named Yuan Yuan smiled slightly, and the lines of her face became softer with her smile. "I can't guess, it's you who came here." Monk Peter said. "The world is unpredictable...Qingdong, oh no, I should call you Master Peter now." After Yuanyuan finished speaking, she urged the pen spirit next to her to lightly tap the wooden bead shield.As soon as the pen spirit's red head touched the light yellow layer of the shield, the whole shield immediately made a crisp explosion, and the wooden beads shattered into powder one after another. "Unexpectedly, your paranoia towards me is so deep!" Yuan Yuan looked at the sawdust falling all over the sky, her tone couldn't tell whether it was emotion or sarcasm. "Amitabha……" Monk Peter gave a wry smile, unable to hold on any longer, he spurted out a bloody arrow, and fell down slowly...