Chapter 20 Chapter Nineteen

As soon as the Ge Hongdan fire spewed out, the blazing flames sprayed out from the tripod navel like a fountain, rushed into the air and turned into thousands of fire rains, hanging down like a big golden umbrella, filling the entire Tai Chi circle in an instant.With the Tai Chi circle as the center, the temperature in the entire cauldron began to rise slowly but firmly, as if the god of death spread his huge cloak, approaching the life in the cauldron step by step with a grinning grin. If no measures were taken, the people in the cauldron would be burned to death by the pill fire in just a few minutes.

Zhou Cheng stared at the blazing fire, grinned and said to himself, "Ge Xianweng's cauldron fire really deserves its reputation. Without further ado, let's start burning pens according to Mr. Wei's speculation." He glanced at it Wei Shiran, who was lying motionless on the ground, continued: "The first one who is honored to present this fire cauldron is Miss Zhuge Nineteen. Ruzhuan pen... well, it is a good pen, it must be very good. Fire-resistant." Shijiu was rolled up and knocked away by him with white light just now, and Wei Shiran was hit hard. The impact caused her to feel severe pain all over her body, she almost fainted from the pain, how could she resist.As soon as the white light moved, her limp body was lifted high again, swung a few times, and she was about to be thrown into the blazing cauldron fire.

"stop!!" Luo Zhongxia yelled, his liver and gallbladder were about to burst.He didn't know where the strength came from, Qinglian pen struggled to come out of his chest. "Ride a dragon and fly to Taiqing's house!" As soon as this Taibai poem was uttered, a green dragon with flying claws appeared under Luo Zhongxia's crotch, carrying him soaring into the sky, and heading straight for Shijiu who was thrown in the air.At this time, Bai Guang had already let go of the nineteenth, and threw her towards the Danding Shenghuo that was spraying vigorously at the tripod navel.Luo Zhongxia rode the green dragon in desperate pursuit, and in a flash of thought, he flew across the sky of the cauldron.Just when he was about to touch Nineteen's sleeves, his body sank suddenly.

Although the Qinglian pen can transform into a dragon, it is not an entity after all.This sentence "riding a dragon and flying to Taiqing's house" has amazing effects, but it takes a lot of effort.Luo Zhongxia used all his strength just now, and the lamp was exhausted. He was able to use this sentence just now, it was all due to a burst of energy and blood. Now that the energy and blood are exhausted, the green dragon under his crotch can no longer hold on, and it is about to dissipate in the invisible. In desperation, Luo Zhongxia stepped on the disappearing green dragon with both legs, and jumped out, grabbed Shijiu, and hugged him tightly.The two of them paused in mid-air, and flew obliquely towards the flame fountain.Wei Shiran, Yan Zheng, and Qin Yi were all horrified, and even Zhou Cheng was in shock. The master told him that Qinglian couldn't move the pen. If Luo Zhongxia was burned to death here, he might not be able to escape the blame.

Thinking of this, Zhou Cheng gritted his teeth bitterly, and the white light danced, drawing Luo Zhongxia and Shijiu in one stroke, changing their flying direction. It's just that all this happened too fast, even if the white light has the speed of light, it was still a little slower.I saw Luo Zhongxia holding Shijiu tightly, deflected under the interference of the white light, although he would not fall straight into the cauldron navel pill fire, but he still passed through the high flame fountain before falling to the ground . In just this short moment, the two of them were already bursting with flames all over their bodies.Yan Zheng had no more eyebrow pencils, so he and Qin Yi had to rush up and fight desperately, but the real fire of Samadhi had lasted for thousands of years, so it was not so easy to extinguish it in a short while.Luo Zhongxia and Shijiu cried out in pain, and were helpless for a while.At this moment, Wei Shiran stood up and shouted loudly: "Hurry up and bring Xiaorong here!" Yan Zheng didn't have time to ask him why, so he turned around and hugged the unconscious Xiaorong.

"Tear off Xiao Rong's clothes and put her on top of them." "Ah?" Yan Zheng was stunned, "Isn't this the time?" "Don't be naughty, hurry up!" Seeing that Yan Zheng hesitated, Qin Yi pushed him away, and stepped forward to tear off Xiao Rong's shirt.Xiao Rong was wearing a thin white shirt and short skirt, which she took off in two or three strokes.Qin Yi bent down, and carefully placed the girl's pure white and flawless body between Luo Zhongxia and Shijiu, her delicate and moist skin was tightly attached to the two fiery bodies.

Strange to say, the moment Xiaorong's body came into contact with the two of them, it was like a big fistful of white snow was pressed on top of the fire, but within three or four seconds, the real fire of samadhi on their bodies was completely extinguished up.The clothes of Luo Zhongxia and Shijiu had been burnt to mutilated and blackened, but their lives were finally saved. Seeing that they escaped unharmed, Wei Shiran turned to Zhou Cheng and said, "Qinglian is fine, can you rest assured?" Zhou Cheng cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Mr. Wei. But if you want to survive, you still have to find a pen spirit to burn."

"You saw it just now. The few of us are closely related. If you want to burn a pen, I'm afraid they will all fight you desperately. If you get entangled, it will be a situation where we all die together." The temperature of the cauldron wall around Wei Shiran was slowly rising, and the surface had begun to change color slightly, but his expression remained calm.Zhou Cheng stared into his eyes for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "Master Wei taught you a lesson, I know." The snake-like white light spun a few times, suddenly grabbed a person, and threw it into the air.

The person who was captured was Liu Yuanyuan. Just now she forced to attack Zhou Cheng but failed, she was backlashed by the force, lying on the bottom of the cauldron dying, her life has already passed ten stops and seven stops.Just now when the cauldron fire was ignited and the temperature rose, she was woken up by the scorching. Before she could react, she was caught by the white light by her ankle and hung in the air. "Then let's start with the Liuyuan on our side first, is it enough to show my goodwill? If this formation is still not broken, don't blame me for being rude, I'm going to cut you." Zhou Cheng said As he said that, he controlled the white light so that Liu Yuanyuan gradually approached the sparkling red flame fountain.

"Wei Shiran, how could you..." Yan Zheng pointed to Wei Shiran. Although he had no feelings for Liu Yuanyuan, his inherent feminism made him very dissatisfied with this old man's behavior. "If not, how can we save your lives? Both the left and the right must be burned. Wouldn't it be better to burn the enemy first? Or, friend Yan, are you planning to push out a victim from among your companions?" Wei Shiran replied lightly, looking up with his hands behind his back, his eyes flickering, he didn't know what he was planning.Yan Zheng was choked back, unable to answer.The others didn't have any feelings for Liu Yuanyuan. Seeing Zhou Cheng throw her into the fire, even if they felt pity in their hearts, they still had more than enough heart and power.They were already in dilapidated condition and had no ability to save her at all.

There is only one exception. "Amitabha." A Buddha's horn sounded in the cauldron, the sound was loud and clear, but there was a trace of determination in the swan song.Zhou Cheng seemed to have expected this reaction, Liu Yuanyuan stopped in mid-air.Zhou Cheng tilted his head and looked at the monk: "If you want to say goodbye, please hurry up, we don't have much time." Monk Peter's body was crumbling, his face was pale, and the blood on the monk's robe on his chest was vividly visible.But he stood up anyway.Yan Zheng wanted to go over to help, but was stopped by his gentle eyes.Yan Zheng had never seen Monk Peter with such a gentle look in his eyes, it was like... like the serenity of a great virtuous monk before his death. Monk Peter ignored Zhou Cheng's words.He looked up at Liu Yuanyuan, his eyes were full of emotion and nostalgia, he kept silent, his whole person seemed to be in a strange mood. "Don't even think about learning the Qinglian pen, he is the only one I have to save." Zhou Chengdao.He has always dismissed people like Monk Peter who have no pen skills. Monk Peter still ignored him and walked forward with steady steps.Everyone thought that he would trouble Zhou Cheng, but Monk Peter turned his body to the side, walked steadily towards the tripod navel, and stopped at the edge of the Tai Chi circle.Neither Zhou Cheng nor Yan Zheng could figure out what he was thinking. The current monk Peter was like an unfathomable Zen master, his every move was mysterious and erratic. Flames were raging in the Taiji circle, and the tripod navel, which was originally guarded by Mi Fu Yantai, had already fallen into extremely high temperature.Even at the edge of the Tai Chi circle, the heat is astonishing, with flames wafting out from time to time.Facing the frenzied and violent dancing flames, Monk Peter did not dodge or dodge, letting the splashed sparks pounce on himself, licking himself, and soon the monk's robe burned and his brows were scorched. "So I wanted to die for love, well, whatever you want." Zhou Cheng didn't pay attention to Monk Peter anymore, he made a casual move, and the white light swayed, slowly sending Liu Yuanyuan into the flames.The moment Liu Yuanyuan's body came into contact with the flame, there was a gleam in her chest, as if the grievance pen was about to jump out of the master's body, it neighed endlessly, trying to escape the erosion of the fire.But it was too late, the fire of samadhi was not an ordinary fire, but the furnace fire used by Ge Xianweng to practice alchemy. When the pen spirit encountered this kind of fire, there was nowhere to escape. As Liu Yuanyuan's body was slowly engulfed by the flames, the neighing sound of that resentful pen gradually became subdued, and the glimmer of light from the spirit of the pen was engulfed bit by bit, like a small boat in a vast expanse of waves. Soon it was gone.The flames of the cauldron suddenly became strong, and the burnt pen of resentment gave the beast the best feast. It was so full of energy that its flames almost sprayed to the ink sea on the zenith.The golden light in the entire cauldron was so splendid that even the most remote corners could be clearly illuminated. Monk Peter let out a long sigh, took off his gold-rimmed glasses, threw them to Yan Zheng behind, and stepped resolutely into the Tai Chi circle, his figure was immediately engulfed in the fire. "Peter!" Holding Monk Peter's gold-rimmed glasses, Yan Zheng was terrified, his round eyes were bloodshot.Although he had a premonition, he did not expect that Monk Peter would jump into the sea of ​​fire and die in love with Liu Yuanyuan. Seeing that Yan Zheng's expression was not right, Qin Yi grabbed his arm from behind and said in a low voice, "Hey, don't be impulsive..." Yan Zheng flicked her arm to shake her off, pointed at Zhou Cheng and said angrily, "I've risked my life, and I'm going to kill you!" Zhou Cheng said expressionlessly: "Don't worry, if this pen of grievances is not enough, you will be next." Yan Zheng jumped up, desperate to rush over, but Wei Shiran stretched out his hand to stop him.Wei Shiran said: "Young man, don't be impatient." Yan Zheng glared at him, and cursed: "Get out of here! You're the one who fucking did this shit. You obviously forced Peter to die, and you're still pretending to be a good guy here!" Wei Shiran was not angry either: "If you rush over now, you are going to die." "It's better to die in front of a gangster than to die behind!" Yan Zheng didn't bother to talk to him, so he tried to rush again.Wei Shiran was lying in front of him, grasping his shoulders with both arms, and pressing lightly, Yan Zheng immediately felt a tremendous force pressing on him, and he was immediately suppressed and couldn't move.He couldn't move, so he could only stare and open his mouth to curse: "You obviously have a pen spirit, why didn't you use it just now, but now you use it to deal with your own people! Where the hell are you from?" Hearing Yan Zheng's scolding from the side, Zhou Cheng couldn't help but "hmm", doubts suddenly arose in his heart.The master has always valued this guy Wei Shiran, and always said that he should not be underestimated.But since entering the tripod, this person has not seen anything special except for his excellent judgment and insight. His eyes are cloudy, and he can't feel the slightest aura in his body. He doesn't look like a pen official in the same spirit .When Zhou Cheng hit him with nineteen just now, he secretly prepared to prevent him from attacking suddenly, but the old man was knocked off Fang Yan as soon as he hit him, and he was completely vulnerable. It's just... It's a bit too useless. Thinking of this, Zhou Cheng couldn't help showing a sneer.He heard Yan Zheng's words, Wei Shiran was indeed a pen official with a pen spirit hidden in his body.The reason why he shows his weakness to the enemy is probably because he wants to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, first to make others lose their vigilance, and then wait until the pen array is opened, and then suddenly attack when Qihou is born, and enjoy the benefits. What a good plan, but unfortunately, it was seen through. "Whatever tricks you have, it's useless in front of the black light of the five-color pen." Thinking of this, Zhou Cheng looked at Wei Shiran with pity.The old man planned painstakingly and made a lot of wise plans, and finally made a wedding dress for others.He turned his head away and continued admiring the fire that burned the pen spirit. The fire that had engulfed Liu Yuanyuan and Monk Peter successively was still burning wildly, showing no sign of abating at all. The temperature inside the cauldron was still rising steadily, and all the people began to look flushed and sweat freely. After waiting for about a minute, Zhou Cheng said coldly to Wei Shiran: "It seems that this pen is not enough, Master Wei." Wei Shiran continued to press Yan Zheng, and calmly replied: "It seems so." Zhou Cheng glanced at them, raised his chin and said, "Are you recommending yourself, or am I going to pick a candidate?" After speaking, his white light flickered in the air like a threat. "Then let's start with me." Wei Shiran let go of Yan Zheng, and walked towards Zhou Cheng with his arms outstretched.Zhou Cheng took a step back vigilantly: "Master Wei, please don't get close." "Hehe, the envoy has five-color pens by his side, why should he be so wary of me, a bad old man?" "Master's evaluation of you is quite high, I have to guard against it." Zhou Cheng replied frankly. "It's an honor to be commended." Wei Shiran stopped at this point, his shoulders drooped, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.Zhou Cheng suddenly realized that the calm and reassuring appearance of this person just now was just a disguise on his face, but his body was always in a tense state.Zhou Cheng's awe of Wei Shiran made him ignore some details of the old man. This shows that he has been nervously stalling for time just now, waiting for something to happen. And now it has happened. Before Zhou Cheng could think about it, he suddenly heard a strong wind, and the overwhelming heat wave hit him.Zhou Cheng was shocked, a white light rolled up, he lifted himself up in the air, and opened his eyes to look.The place where he had just landed was immediately engulfed in flames. However, the cauldron fire in the Taiji circle showed an extremely chaotic rage, it had already crossed the scope of the Taiji circle, and sprayed out towards the surroundings, burning everywhere it went.For a moment, the eyes were red, the fiery tsunami rolled, and the scorching flames danced like coral tentacles.The resentment pen that was burned just now seemed to have the opposite effect, instead it awakened the demon and made it even crazier. "Is this your trap?" Zhou Cheng also began to sweat on his forehead. He glared at Wei Shiran, and saw that he gathered several other people together and spread out a layer of mist, barely able to resist it. Invasion of splashing sparks.However, this layer of water mist is also in danger, and it may not last long under the full-blown cauldron fire. When the high jet of cauldron fire reached the bottom of the ink sea, the eruption seemed to reach a peak, and the entire cauldron furnace was almost filled with flames, like a lake of fire in hell, so hot that even the air seemed to be burning. "Am I going to die here too?" For the first time, a thought of despair appeared in Zhou Cheng's mind. At this moment, a turning point appeared. As with all highs, there are extreme lows.After the blazing cauldron reached its peak, the tide suddenly began to ebb!The soaring flames shrunk downward at a rapid speed, like a falling meteorite, and a shower of meteors and fire fell inside the tripod, drawing countless bright golden lines against the tripod wall, heading towards the tripod navel in the center of the Tai Chi circle. Fly away, as if a giant took a deep breath at the other end of the tripod's navel, sucking these wild creations back. Everyone, including Zhou Cheng, was stunned by this strange and magnificent scene, forgot their own situation for a while, and looked at this grand spectacle almost intoxicated. In just ten seconds, the originally mighty flame of the cauldron was sucked clean by the navel, leaving no embers, as if it had never existed.Only Ge Hong Dingbi's slowly lowering residual temperature can remind people how big a feast of Zhu Rong was burning here just now. Zhou Cheng secretly wiped his sweat and let out a long breath.He had never faced such terrible pressure.No matter what happened, it was finally over.He even started to regret it a little bit, he should have followed them up Moqiao and left Gaoyang Ridong before making plans. However, since the fire has receded, it means that the burning pen is effective, and the pen array should be dispelled because of this.Then the next question is one of the seven princes. Except for that Wei Shiran, the rest are nothing to say, it seems that this time it is determined to win! Zhou Cheng licked his dry lips, and slowly controlled Bai Guang to put himself back on the ground.He wiped off his sweat with his sleeve, looked around, and suddenly saw a person standing on the tripod navel. It turns out that it is not what you want to win. Instead, aim for Peter. Monk Peter is not dead yet?Zhou Cheng was startled, his spine felt a chill, but when he took a closer look, he found something strange. The figure of the man was similar to that of Monk Peter, and he stood there quietly without a single strand of hair on his body.He couldn't see his appearance clearly in the dark, but Zhou Cheng could feel an extremely deep aura emanating from this body, which made his breathing difficult. At this moment, the five-color pen began to throb violently in his chest. Zhou Cheng tried to calm it down, but it was of no avail.This kind of tremor is not the resonance of seeing his companions, but a kind of panic full of fear.The five-color pen spirit accurately conveyed this emotion to Zhou Cheng's heart. "Could it be that he is one of the Seven Marquises, but the spirit of the brush has taken the shape of a human?" An absurd thought flashed through Zhou Cheng's mind—in fact, it's not absurd. Inside the pen mound, there are all kinds of strange things, and it's not surprising that there are any changes.Only the incomparably noble Qihou can make the five-color pen shudder. At this moment, the man moved his legs, Zhou Cheng could see that the cauldron under his feet was still burning, but he was lightly suppressed by this man, and there was no way out.He seems to be very strange to this world, and he is very careful in every movement, like an astronaut walking on the moon, moving gracefully and cautiously in the Tai Chi circle.This time, Ge Hong Dinghuo lost the wildness just now, and became a tamed beast. Following the rhythm of this person's footsteps, he seeped out from the gap in the Tai Chi circle bit by bit, slowly, tepidly, and gradually Along the direction of the decoration, use the fire line to draw the yin and yang Pisces. Finally, when the fish eyes of the yin-yang Pisces were ignited by the two bursting sparks, the man finally nodded with satisfaction, and stood back on the tripod navel again.Surrounding him was a circle of flaming Taiji diagrams.The flame was elegant and calm, as if it had washed away the violence of the past, and turned into a calm hermit of fire. This is the true fire of Ge Xianweng! Everyone came up with such an idea at the same time.The wildness that wanted to burn the world just now was too tyrannical, and it was not in line with Taoism. Ge Xianweng is a Taoist, and the source is indifferent and pure. This person can easily tame the cauldron fire and return it to the true nature of Taoism, which is really awe-inspiring. "Peter, are you still alive? Is it you?" Yan Zheng's voice came from the other side. Judging from his hoarse voice, he was really burned just now.Hearing the call, the man turned his head. Zhou Cheng finally saw his face clearly by the firelight of the Taiji circle. This man was Peter, but he was not Peter.Just like Zhou Cheng and Cheng Zhou share the same face, but have different expressions and temperaments, this person still has the facial features of Monk Peter, but his spirit is quite different.The current "Peter" has a calm face, his eyes are black and bottomless, and he seems to have no focus, and there is a faint sense of oppression in his gestures and movements.Even though he was as slow as a turtle, as slow as a floating cloud, he could clearly feel the hot lava-like excitement hidden under his skin. This contradiction of movement and stillness is concentrated in this person, which seems indescribably wonderful. Zhou Cheng suddenly knelt on the ground with one leg, clasped his fists and shouted loudly: "Junior Zhou Cheng, the five-color pen, see Ge Laoxian Weng Ling Chongxian pen!" Since the Qihou pen spirits have taken human form, they must have their own personalities. It seems that other pen spirits are muddled.If you rush forward to close the pen, I am afraid that the gain will not be worth the loss, it is better to eliminate its hostility first, and then make plans. When the man heard Zhou Cheng's words, his expression showed a little confusion. "Ge Hong?" "Exactly, aren't you the Lingchongxian brush left by Old Fairy Ge?" Zhou Cheng said. "Peter" shook his head, seemed to remember something, and seemed to forget it in an instant. Zhou Cheng froze here, wasn't it Ge Hong?This is a big mistake.He hastily observed carefully and found that he had been ignoring one thing. This "Peter" does not have the slightest trace of pen spirit. Although the five-color pen trembles when it sees it; even though Ge Hongdan is under its feet, tame like a kitten.But it doesn't have a trace of pen spirit on it. The seven princes of Guancheng are all leaders in the pen spirit, and they are extremely noble.When Wang Xizhi's Tiantai Baiyun brush was first born, it was full of vistas, and everyone within tens of miles was awed by its momentum, and all the pen spirits present admired it. But the one in front of him can't even see the pen spirit anywhere.From the point of view of the pen official, there is nothing at all.But where did this prestige come from?Zhou Cheng frowned, faintly feeling something was wrong. "Then... who are you?" "He is Lu You Lu Fang Weng." Wei Shiran's voice came from the other side, the volume was not loud, but it was earth-shattering.