Chapter 10 Chapter 10 If You Don’t Come, You’ll Only Have Resentment

There is a record in "Famous Paintings of Past Dynasties": "Zhang Sengyou painted four white dragons in Anle Temple in Jinling without touching his eyes. Every cloud: "When you touch your eyes, you will fly away." People think it is false, so please click it. In a moment, lightning breaks The wall, the two dragons ride the clouds to go to the sky, those who have not touched the eyes of the two dragons will be there." With the finishing touches, everything comes to life.The finishing touch pen, who had been sleeping all this time, woke up at this most critical moment.

Different from the huge Nineteen Ru rafter pen, the finishing pen is extremely slender, just like a Gui pen, with a weak tip and the end is as thin as a hair tip, leaving only a strand of golden hair sticking up high, which is the end of the finishing touch pen. . Luo Zhongxia and Nineteen maintained the posture of falling to the ground, and they went up and down, stunned for a moment, and the two of them stared at the finishing touch pen intently.The radiance of Qinglian, which was originally floating in mid-air, became dimmer, as if being overwhelmed by the dotted eyes, it re-hidden into Luo Zhongxia's body.One person can't accommodate two strokes, once the finishing touch comes out, Qinglian has no choice but to hide.

At this time, the menacing black air has converged from the initial covering of the sky and the sun into a low black cloud, covering the square inch of Tallinn in darkness, condensing into a vague human shape, with the snake-like lower body covered by a half-destroyed body. Tuibizhong is Ji Zhang's teeth and claws, full of resentment.The black soil in the Tuibi mound gradually showed a light color, as if the tide was ebbing, the accumulated ink was sucked away layer by layer by this powerful force, and the black air became more and more dense. Nineteen only noticed the ambiguous posture between herself and Luo Zhongxia at this time, she was startled and angry, struggling desperately.Luo Zhongxia was embarrassed, and tried to loosen her arms, but she pressed her hands around Nineteen's body.He wanted to move his body so that both of them turned sideways, so that he could let go.Nineteen mistakenly thought that he was going to do something wrong, so he slapped him in shame and indignation with a crisp voice.After Luo Zhongxia took this blow, he felt angry and rolled over. The two separated and sat on the grass looking at each other, gasping for breath.

Luo Zhongxia touched the knife wound on his body, and didn't understand why he wanted to save the woman who was about to kill him just now. It would be too forced to explain it as a gentleman. After the past, is this related to the finishing touch pen? "I don't expect that woman to repay her kindness, anyway, don't chase me for no reason." While thinking this way, he glanced to the side, and found that Nineteen ignored him and did not pick up the willow that fell on the ground. Instead of Ye Dao, he raised his head and stared at the tube of finishing touch pen in a daze.The terrible expression just now turned into a sad expression, and the eyes were full of sadness that I still feel pitiful for.

At this time, there was a rumbling sound in the air, like a low and gloomy Buddha's name.A human head is looming in the billowing ink, and one can barely see the appearance of an old monk. His beard and hair are all stretched out, and his expression is mixed with pain, anger and a kind of viciousness after extreme despair. There are scratches, like a flowing charcoal sculpture. Luo Zhongxia and Nineteen temporarily put aside their grievances and looked up together. The same question arose in their hearts at the same time: "This...is this Zen Master Zhiyong?" ※※※ At the same time, Rong Yu fell into a strange confrontation in the dense forest more than a hundred meters away.

As soon as he rushed into the woods just now, he immediately found a figure disappearing in a hurry.Rong Yu was as careful as a hair, he knew that the other party also had a pen spirit and could not rush in rashly, so instead of chasing after him immediately, he urged Nezha Guang Yu to clear the surrounding obstacles and walk slowly.The other party obviously intends to lure him to go deep, so there is no need to worry about running away. Severe winds rolled in from the forest, approaching Rong Yu in an instant.But Rong Yu didn't even look at it, raised his white eyebrows, and countless light feathers came out, some of them formed a light grid around him, and some of them flew out quickly, confronting Li Feng head-on.

All of a sudden, the wind blows from all directions, and the feathers fly from all directions. The surrounding cedar and cypress leaves rustle and sway. The wind and feathers are not real.So for a while, the sound of the wind, the sound of feathers, and the sound of trees entered the ears, crackling.Ou Zilong's Li Feng is more than enough to deal with Luo Zhongxia, and he can also gain an advantage against those who have no pen skills like Monk Peter and Zeng Guifen, but when it comes to Rong Yu, it doesn't take advantage at all. Rong Yu walked slowly with his hands behind his back, allowing Feng Yu to collide and burst around, as if everything that happened around him had nothing to do with him.He habitually touched his nose, closed his eyes, and listened to the wind direction.Although Li Feng rose from all directions, there were traces to follow after all.After about a minute, a smile appeared on his lips, his body moved slightly, and he disappeared from the forest while taking advantage of the explosion when the gust of wind and the light feather died together.

Ou Zilong took advantage of Fengyun to hide his figure and hid in the dark place in the forest, trying to blast down the melting feather in the dark, when he suddenly lost the trace of his opponent, he was shocked.Before he could react, he heard a cold voice behind him: "As expected, all the rats are staying in the corner." Ou Zilong was so shocked that he didn't even turn his head back. With a wave of both palms, he drove the Lingyun Pen to spray out clouds, and took the opportunity to turn over and jump forward.He jumped more than ten meters, and just as his feet landed, the voice came from his ears again: "Do you still want to escape?"

Ou Zilong opened his mouth and was about to cry out, but suddenly he remembered something, quickly covered his mouth to suppress the cry, stopped his feet, and jumped away again. This happened three or four times, but he still couldn't get rid of Rong Yu, that indifferent and cold voice was like an ant attached to the bone, like a shadow.Ou Zilong had no other way out, his fierce heart was aroused, and he simply straightened his body.Rong Yu peeped at the right time, flew up a palm, and hit his vest.Ou Zilong was beaten until he spat out a mouthful of blood, his body fell forward, and he got up from the ground after rolling three times.Although he was severely injured, he also used this to distance himself from Rong Yu.This desperate and fierce style of play exceeded Rong Yu's expectations.

As soon as the distance between the two opened, Ou Zilong's whole body shook immediately. Xiangru Lingyun pen sensed the master's thoughts, and drew the beginning of "Adult Fu" in mid-air, trying to force the opponent back with the tyrannical atmosphere of Han Fu. "Don't dare to speak out?" Rong Yu couldn't help mocking Ou Zilong when he saw Ou Zilong's lips tightly pressed.At this time, the cloud around Ling Yunbi was lingering. He knew that there must be a powerful killing move, so he stretched out his right index finger and hooked it. At the beginning of the resurrection.

I saw Lingyun pen swallowing clouds and blowing out mist, and the clouds and mist turned into countless simple Chinese characters; Nezha Guangyu did not show any weakness, and surrounded Rongyu's head. Han fu and poetry are two styles of writing, with completely different standards, rules, meaning and rhythm.The predecessor of Canglang pen was Yan Yu, who commented on all kinds of poems of a hundred schools of thought. He could deal with poetry pens like a paw Ding Jie Niu, with incisive analysis, but it was congenitally deficient in dealing with Xiangru Lingyun pen, which was better than Han Fu.Under normal circumstances, when Nezha Guangyu encounters Han Fu, it means that the text is wrong and there is nowhere to use it. However, Ou Zilong had learned about Rong Yu's ability from Zhuge Yihui, and he was deeply afraid. He was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would step into the rhyme of the other party and be dragged into the realm in the end.Therefore, he was always on guard and kept silent.Han fu pays attention to charm, and with such a layer of scruples, its power will inevitably be compromised. One article is wrong, and the other has scruples. Both sides can't show their power, but they are evenly matched.Two people come and go, no difference. The first to break this delicate confrontation was Rong Yu. "The power of the soldiers is soaring through the curtain, and the murderous aura soars to the sky." He chanted loudly, with a chilling tone, and it was Li Bai's "From Jibei Gate".Ou Zilong suddenly laughed, and his originally tense expression suddenly relaxed. "Before you didn't set up a rhyme department, I still hated you a bit. Now that you have marked the way, as long as I don't step into you, I will do nothing to you!" "You know a little bit about the Canglang pen." Rong Yu raised his chin slightly, approving, and suddenly put away Guang Yu, and said without thinking: "I won't fight with you, let you die, you can go .” Ou Zilong laughed back angrily: "Let me go? Don't be ridiculous..." Before he finished speaking, a slight pressure submerged him silently, and he stayed where he was, his eyes lost their spirit in an instant, as if a soul Out of body. "I don't know how to learn." Rong Yu shook his head, as if this level of victory was not worthy of his joy. From the very beginning, he had calculated this move well, and deliberately set up a "Cang" character.In "Pingshui Yun", Cang character belongs to both Xiaping Qiyang and Shangsheng 22 Yang.Ou Zilong avoided all the Chinese characters of Xiaping Qiyang, but ignored the particularity of this character belonging to two rhymes. As a result, he was lured by Rong Yu to say a character "Fang" that belonged to the same twenty-two Yang as "Cang", and immediately being dragged into the realm. Now Ou Zilong has been imprisoned in the domain, and does not pose any threat for the time being. Rong Yu brushed her forehead hair, looked around, and suddenly found that she was far away from the Cloud Gate Tower Forest, and was at the foot of a green hill at this time.Not far from there is a pool of clear water, a few poles and green bamboos, and a deserted path winding from the mountain to the pond.For some reason, Rong Yu feels that this place is different from other places. The scenery is simple, but permeated with a kind of elegant grace, like an eye staring at the sky, and the water surface reveals agility and wisdom. At this moment, a violent explosion suddenly sounded in the distance.He looked up, just in time to see black clouds cover the sun, go straight up to the blue sky, and then turn into a hideous human head and recoil down.He wanted to leave, but a feeling of unease suddenly surged in his heart, and when he looked back, the water in the pool started to roll, and there were clouds of ink. ※※※ At this time, Zhuge Yihui was fighting Yan Zheng and Er Zhuzi to the bitter end.Among the three of them, although Yan Zheng has a good brush, it is not for fighting. After all, Er Zhuzi is young, and Zhuge Yihui has been immersed in martial arts for quite some time.He didn't have any enmity with these two people at first, he just wanted to restrain them for a while so that Nineteen could seek revenge on Luo Zhongxia, so he used less killing moves and focused on wrapping words.After dozens of rounds, he felt that these two people were quite skeletal, and he developed a heart of sympathy for each other. Yan Zheng and Er Zhuzi felt like they were facing a big enemy at first, but after dozens of moves, they felt that the other party didn't seem to have any killing intent, and their spirits gradually relaxed, and instead they felt as relaxed as they were in daily training.Yan Zheng is the most restless person, he couldn't help but ask between the fights: "Hey, let me tell you, what kind of boxing do you practice?" Zhuge Yihui didn't expect him to have such leisure, so he couldn't help being taken aback, and replied casually: "Shaolin." "I'm the Kongtong faction, nice to meet you." Zhuge Yihui thought for more than ten seconds before realizing that there is no Kongtong faction in reality, this young man was talking nonsense.When he paused, the offensive suddenly slowed down. Erzhuzi saw a flaw, and he threw out both fists, but when he was about to reach his body, he suddenly stopped and withdrew again.Zhuge Yihui wondered: "Just now you were able to hit me, why did you withdraw your punch?" Erzhuzi removed Zhuge Yihui's cloud hand, and said seriously: "Senior has been able to kill a few times just now, and my subordinates are sympathetic." The three of them came and went like this, although Zhuge Yihui couldn't subdue the two of them, they couldn't break through his obstruction and go to the retreating pen grave. However, she was at the side, unable to see with both eyes, only the soundtrack with a strong sense of rhythm was ringing in her ears. At this time, the melody she heard was sonorous and powerful, spinning rapidly, and there were a few flower sounds at every turn, intense but not overwhelming. nervous.She was a little relieved, but she frowned after a while, because a few subwoofers would pop out from time to time in the soundtrack.These accents have gradually become more frequent and dense, and have quietly formed their own short theme under the warm main theme, which has the momentum to replace it. Monk Kong Kong huddled under a tree and shivered, counting prayer beads in his hand. The big explosion on the tomb of withdrawing pens came suddenly, and the three of them immediately stopped fighting, exchanged glances with each other, and reached an agreement in an instant - stop fighting, and go to save their own people. The three of them turned their faces in the direction of the tomb of retreating brushes at the same time. They were about to step forward, but they stopped in shock.In the distance, a black smoke soared up, and there was the monk's hideous face. "Damn, what is that?" Yan Zheng blurted out.Kong Kong opened his mouth wide, and the two were fighting. When he got up this morning, he never expected such an encounter. "It's important to save people first." Zhuge Yihui said in a deep voice, he was very relieved of Ou Zilong, but worried about Shijiu's safety. The second pillar helped Ran Ran, Yan Zheng glanced at Kong Kong, "You are the person involved, don't run away." Regardless of whether he wanted to, he pulled him up and left. So the five of them braved the billowing ink mist and rushed across the Yunmen Pagoda Forest to the open space next to the Tubi Tomb, just in time to see Luo Zhongxia and Shijiu rolling apart on the grass, and the huge Monk Mo, who had begun to take shape, was not far away The place, floating in the air like ghosts, horrific and terrifying. "This...is Zen Master Zhiyong?" Zhuge Yihui raised his head and muttered, he asked the same question as Luo Zhongxia.Everyone present was overwhelmed by this gigantic fierce god, and they could hardly move their feet on the spot.Even Yan Zheng put away his joking expression, and a rare seriousness appeared on his face. The monk suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared loudly, the air trembled violently, as if he was calling someone's name, but he couldn't hear it clearly.Before the sound wave died down, the monk let out another scream, and the huge shock wave spread around like ripples, and everyone was knocked down at once.As the resentment grew stronger, they felt that it was difficult to breathe, and their whole bodies were extremely heavy, as if they were also suppressed and bound by the boundless grievances of the ghosts. It took all their strength to get up from the ground, let alone escape. Luo Zhongxia wanted to withdraw his pen wholeheartedly, but he didn't expect to provoke such a god.The finishing touch pen is still shining, but he doesn't know what its function is and how to control it, so he can't help feeling sad.Nineteen still looked like that, staring at Dianyan intently, ignoring the crisis in front of him. "This Zen master Zhiyong is really harmful..." Yan Zheng complained, twisting his neck with difficulty. At this time, a panicked voice sounded: "This... this is not Chan Master Zhiyong." All of a sudden, everyone except Nineteen focused their attention, and the one who spoke turned out to be emptiness.He timidly pointed to the monk swinging in the air, and stammered, "There is a record in the small temple that Zen Master Zhiyong had a disciple named Biancai, who was said to have extremely long eyebrows and beard, maybe..." "What do you know?" Zhuge Yihui grabbed his collar and asked sharply. Kong Kong regained his composure at this time, and sighed: "This Chan Master Biancai can be regarded as the most pathetic person in the history of this temple." It turned out that this Zen Master Biancai, whose common surname was Yuan, was the great-great-great-grandson of Liang Sikong Yuan Ang.Because he admired Zen master Zhiyong's name of calligraphy, he entered Taoism himself, worshiped Zhiyong as his teacher, and got his true teaching.Before Zhiyong died, he entrusted him with the most treasured work in the world——Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Collection Preface".Biancai didn't dare to take it lightly, and hid the real copy in the secret place of the bedroom, never showing it to others easily. Tang Taizong Li Shimin asked Biancai many times to ask for it, but Biancai always said that the original copy had been destroyed in the fire of war.When Li Shimin was helpless, one of his supervisors named Xiao Yi volunteered to go to Yunmen Temple pretending to be a scholar from Shandong.Xiao Yi is knowledgeable and like-minded in debate, and the two became close friends.Biancai took out the authentic copy of "The Preface to the Lanting Collection" that was kept in secret to play with him, and Xiao Yi took this opportunity to steal the post and dedicate it to Li Shimin.After these changes, Chan Master Biancai was shocked and angry, and regretted endlessly, and finally passed away in the temple.His disciples buried his ashes under the stupa, just a few steps away from the Tubi Tomb. After listening to this koan, everyone couldn't help but nodded.It seems that this Chan Master Biancai has a lot of resentment, and after his death, a little resentment is entangled in the Tubi Tomb set up by his mentor, dormant for thousands of years, and the hatred has not disappeared but has become deeper.No wonder Yunmen Temple is always shrouded in deep resentment, it is because of this eloquent talent. "A thousand-year-old resentful soul, how much resentment should that be..." Thinking of this section, everyone gasped.At this time, Zen Master Biancai had exhausted the ink in the Tubi mound, and the mound became pale, but the area of ​​hundreds of meters was covered by black clouds.Biancai's physical and spiritual consciousness has long since decayed and nirvana, only resentment is left to pass on to future generations, now he may have lost his judgment, everyone he sees is Xiao Yi in his eyes, and they all deserve to die.The loud roar just now, I'm afraid it was also to seek debt from Xiao Yi. They were just clerks—some of them half-baked—not Taoist priests, and they didn't know what to do in the face of this situation.Whether it is Yan Zheng's Thrush, Luo Zhongxia's Qinglian or Nineteen's Ruzhu, they are all unable to deal with such an enemy. "Where's the finishing touch pen? Did it stop Biancai's attack just now?" Zhuge Yihui suddenly thought, and asked Luo Zhongxia.When the two met for the second time, it was a little embarrassing, but they didn't care too much about it. Luo Zhongxia said sadly, "I don't know..." At this moment, Ranran sobbed, her small body trembling under the suppression of resentment, like a fallen leaf.Yan Zheng struggled to crawl over, and while stroking her hair, comforted her: "Ann, things won't get worse, because it's already the worst. We will find a way to deal with that big guy, don't be afraid." Ran covered her ears and cried, "No, it's not this, I can feel it, it's not it, it's bigger...it's coming soon, just below, I heard the theme of great danger approaching, the scale is gradually rising. " "Is there a bigger one?" Everyone couldn't help but looked at each other, in the Yunmen Pagoda Forest deep in Qinwang Mountain, could there be something more terrifying than the Zen Master's wraith in front of him?