Chapter 19 Chapter Nineteen

Hearing what Nineteen said, Luo Zhongxia and Yan Zheng both showed shocked expressions. Didn't the people from Zhuge's family arrive tomorrow?Why did it appear on Dongshan tonight?Moreover, judging from their appearance, they were attacked. Who did it? Luo Zhongxia and Yan Zheng looked at each other, and a name came to mind at the same time: "Wei Shiran". Nineteen walked over, turned a person's head to look at it for a while, suppressed the shock and said, "Yes, they are our people, and these are Uncle Faber's subordinates." The body of the deceased was distorted, and the bones were bent into strange shapes. There is no doubt that it was Zhuge Chun's hand.And the death of the other deceased was even worse. His neck was severed, and there were still a few claw marks on his neck, as if he had been strangled by some monster.

When the three of them suddenly saw so many dead people in the cold mountain forest, a chill passed through their hearts.Nineteen is the most courageous, with a trembling voice: "Although they don't have pen skills, their strength should not be underestimated. If they can be defeated, they must be powerful enemies..." "Except for Wei Shiran, I really can't think of anyone else." Yan Zheng said.Luo Zhongxia had some doubts in his heart, although Wei Shiran was hateful, his style didn't seem to be so cruel.If the tragic situation in front of us was caused by human beings, it could really be called insane.

Suddenly there was a faint moan in the air, and Nineteen keenly captured the voice: "There is a living!" The three immediately searched around, and finally found the survivor behind a cypress tree.He was huddled under a cypress tree, dying, surrounded by broken branches.It appears he was thrown up a tree and fell, the branches acting as a cushion saved his life. Nineteen and Luo Zhongxia flattened his body and patted his face. He moved his lips, but there was no response.She raised her head and said to Yan Zheng, "Can your thrush pencil save him?" Yan Zheng stretched out ten fingers, each of which glowed bright red.Two days ago, he was intoxicated in Zhuge's villa, and he had replenished his ability to the fullest.He stretched out his right thumb, and said with some embarrassment: "It can be used, but I don't know how much it can be saved. After all, the thrush is not for healing. Now I can only recover to what it was five minutes ago at most."

"Do your best!" So Yan Zheng straightened his right thumb and pressed it against the man's waist.The red light flooded in and instantly flowed through the whole body.The man's body trembled, and he was immediately brought back to the state five minutes ago by the thrush—his body was still broken, the only difference was that his mind was still clear.It can be seen that he was injured earlier than five minutes.What Yan Zheng can recover now is only the spirit that has not been exhausted after his injury. The man moved his neck with difficulty, saw Shijiu, his eyes seemed to be covered with dust, and murmured: "Miss Nineteen...you, why are you here?"

"Quickly tell me! Who attacked you!?" Nineteen asked anxiously holding his neck. "Strange...monster..." the man muttered, fear poured out of his eyes, and his body began to soften. "What monster!?" "Pen...pen..." Before the man finished speaking, his head tilted, and his eyes completely lost their luster.Even the thrush was just fighting for five minutes of his life.Nineteen slowly put down the corpse, and something started to burn in his eyes, and the original shock and panic turned into extreme anger at this time. "let's go!" Nineteen said that there was great pressure in her voice, which could explode at any time.Luo Zhongxia couldn't help reminding her: "Don't act rashly now, first see the situation clearly."

"I won't let them die in vain." Under the moonlight, Shijiu's face became extremely beautiful and sharp, like a sharp knife. "Hey, I remind you as a friend." Yan Zheng said solemnly, "It's not about you alone, but about our three partners, right?" Nineteen glanced at Luo Zhongxia and nodded silently. "Very well, since we are partners, we should cooperate and trust each other. If you are too impulsive, you will harm us all." Nineteen did not refute such sharp criticism at all. "I don't know what enemies are ahead. We have to unite and act in unison to be safe." Yan Zheng suddenly became a political teacher, "If you regard the other two as companions who are willing to hand over their backs, then Bump your fists."

All three of them stretched out their hands, and the three fists touched each other vigorously, smiling at each other. "Why do you have so many emotions?" Luo Zhongxia asked. "When I was a hooligan, I would always encourage others like this before a fight." Yan Zheng said a little smugly, and Luo Zhongxia and Nineteen both showed dumbfounding expressions. The three of them no longer ran wildly, they gave up the mountain road, but approached quietly from the side of the ridge covered with weeds, so as not to be noticed by unknown enemies. Gaoshan Temple is called an ancient temple, but it is actually not large in scale.Since its establishment in the Tang Dynasty, it has gone through several wars and political campaigns. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, it was once changed to the site of the Lingling Military Division Cadre School, which no longer has the grand occasion.Now all that remains are the two dark brown ancient buildings of Daxiong Palace and Wudian, as well as the bell towers and drum towers on both sides. The skeleton is huge, but the details are dilapidated.At this time, the night was quiet, and the monks in the temple also went down the mountain to rest.Against the backdrop of the moonlight, the deserted Gaoshan Temple looks even taller and lonely.The three walked around a light red gable wall with "Namo Amitabha Buddha" written on it, and quietly approached the main hall.

They saw six people standing in front of the hall. Standing on the far right is Zhuge Chun, still with red lips and white teeth, it can be seen that he is well maintained; beside him is a fat man with a short stature, wearing a pair of fashionable blue curved glasses.When Yan Zheng saw him, he couldn't help but feel happy. It turned out that this fat man was the five-color pen official who was beaten away by him that day.And next to the fat man was the "fake old Li" that Luo Zhongxia saw in Wei Shiran's yard, but today he was wearing a black and white robe, his thin pointed face was bloodless, and his eye sockets were sunken. Like a malnourished vampire.

But what shocked Yan Zheng and Luo Zhongxia the most was not these "acquaintances", but the fourth person. The fourth man grew up, nearly two meters tall, and was dressed in orange-red sportswear stretched out by his swollen muscles. He stood behind the three men with disheveled hair, swaying his body from time to time, and growling.When his face turned to Luo Zhongxia's side, his hair was slowly parted, revealing a young and familiar face. It's Zheng He! Luo Zhongxia suddenly felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of liquid nitrogen.Shouldn't Zheng He be in a vegetative state in the hospital now?Why did he suddenly appear on the Dongshan Mountain in Yongzhou and mix with these people?

After careful observation, he found that Zheng He's figure seemed to be elongated, his proportions were a little out of balance, and his whole body was glowing with a blue light, which was very strange, like a pen boy, but he felt more like a pen boy. For ferocious and terrible. Standing opposite these people were Zhuge Yihui and Fei Lao. There was a mess around the two of them, with five or six men in suits lying down, rubble everywhere.Zhuge Yihui also seemed to have been seriously injured, barely standing there gasping for breath.Only Fei Lao stood still, with his hands behind his back, the night wind blowing, his white hair fluttering, but his aura was not inferior to the other four.

None of them released the pen spirits, but the powerful power contained in the pen spirits could not be concealed. The vortex invisible to the naked eye hovered among them, reaching a delicate and dangerous balance in the air. The fake Lao Li suddenly spoke, his voice was high-pitched, as if he was scratching a blackboard with his fingernails, and there was always a drama-like translation tone in his words: "My dear friend Fei, since your surname is not Zhuge, why bother to protect you?" How about resisting the name of a family?" Fei Lao snorted coldly, but did not answer. "Without your loyal subordinates, what can you challenge alone?" Hearing this, Zhuge Yihui suddenly raised his head, and said angrily, "There's me!" Zhuge Chun flicked his finger, and a drop of ink burst out, hitting Zhuge Yihui's chest.With a click, his body was blown horizontally onto the concrete space not far from Luo Zhongxia and the others.Nineteen was about to rush out to help him, but was grabbed by Yan Zheng and Luo Zhongxia. "Zhuge Chun! You are a guy who eats inside and out." Fei Lao moved his lips and spit out a sentence from his mouth. Zhuge Chun stroked his nails indifferently: "Uncle Fei, you came to Yongzhou to arrest me, didn't you? This is also my self-defense. Don't think that I don't know what happened at home. Ou Zilong was careless and caught by you." I’ve been fooled, and I won’t make the same mistakes again. It’s ridiculous for you to announce that you’ll be arriving tomorrow, but sneak up here tonight, thinking you’ve got a plan.” "So, our every move is under your control?" Zhuge Chun rubbed his fat palms, and proudly said: "That's more than that. Let me tell you, that Nineteen has also followed, and I have tricked her into coming here too. After I finish cleaning you up, I'll go and clean her up." The little girl is so juicy, the fat water can't flow out..." He didn't finish his sentence, when a pressure suddenly rushed to his face, which forced him to choke back his words, and took three steps back, his face flushed red. Lao Fei raised his eyebrows together, and paused every word: "If you dare to say another word, I will pull out your pen spirit and break it off piece by piece." Zhuge Chun had seen Lao Fei's tricks, and knew that he was not just talking, so he couldn't help being a little timid, and his white powdery fleshy face trembled. Seeing that he was scared away, the fake old Li raised his hand and took up the topic: "Dear friend Fei, the master is so anxious that he doesn't have much patience to spend waiting. A wise bird understands Choose the right branch to inhabit." Everyone present knew that what he wanted to say was that a good bird chooses a tree to live in, but he insisted on saying so. "Who is your master? A member of the Wei family?" Fei Lao asked calmly. The counterfeit Lao Li sneered: "They are just fireflies, how can they be brighter than the sun and the moon." "then who are you?" "My surname is Chu, and my name is Yimin, a humble citizen under the rule of Goddess of Fate." "Nobody." Fei Lao slowly lowered his arms, and two bluish-purple rays of light flowed out from his fingertips, covering both arms in a short time.The power aroused by himself even formed a circle of small air ripples in front of the main hall of Gaoshan Temple, swirling with fallen leaves, incense ash and dust. Once this force spewed out, the complexions of the people on the opposite side changed slightly except for Zheng He, and no one dared to underestimate this old man.Chu Yimin said: "Friend Fei, I feel very sorry for your obsession." Fei Lao said coldly: "You don't need to say anything more, I will directly ask your souls." There is a deep threat in his words, not a metaphor, but a literal meaning—he has the ability and confidence. Not allowing the other party to answer, Fei Lao started to walk towards them step by step.Every time he took a step, the stone floor trembled slightly, and a layer of dust was shaken up.The gait was steady, extremely oppressive, the sparks of both arms were full, and the blue and purple light became more and more intense. All four of them felt the pressure, and their legs tensed.Chu Yimin turned his head quickly and asked Zhuge Chun what kind of pen he was.Zhuge Chun wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, leaned forward and said to Chu Yimin: "This old man uses Tongjian pen, so be careful." "Travel pen!? That's a good thing..." Chu Yimin sighed softly, licking his pale lips, showing envy. Tongjian pen has a great origin, it was refined from Sima Guang, a historian of the Northern Song Dynasty.It took Sima Guang a total of 19 years to complete the general history under imperial edict. It took 1362 years to complete it, and it can be called an immortal work of historians.Sima Guang I poured his heart and soul into this book, so the pen spirit he refined is named after Tongjian, and it will never change. Ordinary pens are better than poems, songs, calligraphy, Danqing, etc., and pay more attention to personal "spirit" and "meaning". Broad-mindedness. The principle of the book is "in view of the past, it is worthy of political wisdom", the purpose is to learn from the rise and fall of the past life, and to consider the gains and losses of the present, to be able to draw from the history, summarize the secrets, outline the main points, and summarize the general laws from the complex historical materials.Tongjian Pen also adheres to this way, and is good at getting to the point. It can detect the lines of ideas emanating from people and pen spirits, and can even directly hit the pen spirit itself. Zhuge Chun lowered his voice to remind the other three people: "You must not be touched by his hand... He can directly grab the pen spirit, and then he will be completely under the control of others..." Before he finished speaking, Zheng He could no longer bear the pressure.With a roar, he tore off his tattered sportswear, and rushed towards him like a ferocious black panther with the mountain wind in his arms.Chu Yimin made a gesture, and stepped back with Zhuge Chun and the five-color pen official, intending to take the opportunity to observe Fei Lao's strength. "Are you the monster who was the first to die?" Facing Zheng He's violent attack, Fei Lao didn't panic at all, he stretched out his arms and extended his knowledge.The Tongjian has a total of 294 volumes, which are extremely heavy. The stroke of the Tongjian pen can be said to be majestic, rigorous and exquisite, and has the style of a historian.Zheng He was three times bigger than Fei Lao. Instead of taking advantage of it, he was knocked away by more than ten meters, and his back hit the pillar of the main hall of Gaoshan Temple heavily.The entire main hall trembled slightly, making a cracking sound. The three onlookers thought to themselves, Zheng He's blow was purely brute force, and they should be able to take it, but they definitely couldn't do it to Fei Lao's level. Zheng He had rough skin and thick flesh, and he didn't seem to have suffered any injuries. He shook his head and rushed over again.Fei had already seen that he was a pen boy, but he was stronger than ordinary pen boys, so he didn't fight him head-on, and fought slowly. The pen boy has no soul at all, and is operated purely by the mind of the pen official. If the pen official loses the ability to manipulate, the pen boy is just a thoughtless puppet.The Tong Jian pen rotated rapidly, scanning the entire space repeatedly like a radar, and soon caught Zheng He's extremely weak line of thought, and the other end of the line happened to be connected to a certain person. It is Zhuge Chun. Fei Lao remained calm and continued to entangle with Zheng He, his figure slowly turned around by dodging, and his footwork was wonderful.Zheng Hekong had a lot of strength, but every time he almost touched the corner of Fei Lao's clothes.The two fought and turned, and when Fei Lao, Zheng He and the onlookers reached a subtle distance, the Tongjian pen suddenly shot. There was no warning about this blow, and the connection between Zheng He and Zhuge Chun was suddenly severed by Tongjian.Fei Lao suddenly accelerated, his shadow was like a ghost, and the three onlookers could only feel the wind ringing in their ears, and his palm had already slapped Zhuge Chun's chest heavily. Zhuge Chun let out a miserable cry, and spat out a mouthful of blood from his mouth.He didn't care about wiping, his fat body curled up on the spot, trying to escape.But it was too late, Lao Fei flipped his hands, and the fingers with Tongjian pen spirit plunged into his chest with a puff, pulling out half of his pen spirit.This spirit pen has an exquisite appearance, inlaid with gold and jade, but it is a pity that it is controlled by others now, so it can only shake and neigh, and has fallen into extreme panic. This brush, called "Slender Gold", was transformed by Song Huizong Zhao Ji.The calligraphy created by Huizong "Shou Jin Ti" is slender and supple at first glance, but it is only when you look carefully that you can feel the iron and silver hooks that go deep into the bone marrow.This is a good pen, but it's a pity that Zhao Ji's personality has infiltrated the pen, so although this pen has talent, it doesn't have much courage.Especially when he was under the control of others, the skinny gold felt anxious, as if recalling what happened to Zhao Ji back then. "Zhuge family rules, traitors die." Fei Lao said eight words in a gloomy manner, and raised his hand to break the thin golden pen spirit. At this moment, Fei Lao suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing, he was holding the pen spirit with both hands, unable to move, a huge pressure brought by the wind hit his lower abdomen, and gold stars shone in front of his eyes.Mr. Fei was a little surprised, he didn't expect anyone else to be able to keep up with his speed, so he had to let go of Zhuge Chun's pen spirit, use the Tongjian pen to cut backwards, and crazily cut off all the connections of thoughts around him. Human beings mostly establish contact with each other through perception, and the Tongjian pen cuts off the line of thought, which also cuts off the way of perception, which is essentially equivalent to "pseudo-invisibility", making the other party's reaction slow for two to three seconds.In a battle, the gap of a few seconds may turn the situation around. The movements of Chu Yimin and the five-color pen official stopped all of a sudden, but that force seemed unaffected, and they struck again at a very fast speed.This time it was Lao Fei's right shoulder that was hit. With a sway, Lao Fei subconsciously pushed with both palms, blasted away the threat with all his strength, and jumped back at the same time, pulling away a few meters away. This series of movements took only a second, and to outsiders, it seemed that Lao Fei's figure flashed and returned to his original position, and Zhuge Chun suddenly fell to the ground for no reason. Fei Lao stood on the ground, with a sweet taste in his mouth, he vomited blood.His lower abdomen and right shoulder were in severe pain, and the opponent's physical attack power was astonishing.If he hadn't used the bone shrinking method at the moment of contact, he might be injured more seriously now.He looked around and found that the attacker was actually Zheng He. Boss Fei doubted that he had cut off the line of thought between Zhuge Chun and this pen boy just now, even if this pen boy was set to automatic, it would definitely not have such a precise attack action. He carefully observed Zheng He, whose upper body was naked and showing swollen muscles, and found that he was a little different from ordinary pen boys: Although he was unconscious, his eyes still had a subtle look; and the most important point was that ordinary pen boys were all blue. , while Zheng He's chest was particularly terribly green, obviously much darker than other parts. A thought suddenly flashed in Fei Lao's mind. "Pen spirit boy?" The Tong Jian Pen started scanning again, this time concentrating all its energy on Zheng He.Under the perspective of the Tongjian pen, Fei Lao was surprised to find that Zheng He didn't have any external thoughts around his body, but behind his thick chest muscles, there was a flame stretching out countless golden tentacles of thoughts. , crawling all over his body like a vine, controlling his body from within like a puppet's silk thread.The only thing not occupied by the tentacles of thoughts is his brain, which still retains self-awareness, but it has shown a leaden gray color, like a tangle of limp cotton threads. It seems that Zheng He's brain function has completely failed. At this moment, he is completely controlled by the flame in his chest. "Sure enough, it's a pen soul boy!" Fei Lao roared angrily, "You've actually made it this far!" Shijiu, who was peeking from the side, trembled, his face pale.Luo Zhongxia asked her what was going on, and Nineteen said that Bi Lingtong was an evil method in refining pens.Ordinary pen children are made from Hu pen or Xuan pen, but Hu and Xuan pens have no spirituality and little power; but there is another method, which is to combine the famous pen spirit with living people to refine it. The pen boy is more powerful and can inherit some of the abilities of the pen spirit.But Biling has self-awareness. After being forcibly refined into Bitong, it will often overwhelm others and devour people's spirit, and finally seize the body as a puppet, just like Zheng He. This refining method will hurt people's lives, which is against the harmony of nature; moreover, using a pen to refine a pen boy is really a waste of everything - so both Zhuge and Wei's families have listed this as an absolute taboo, and strictly prohibited their clansmen from using it. Unexpectedly, someone blatantly broke the ban today, no wonder Fei Lao was so angry. The pen spirit boy hides the body of the pen deeply in the body, disperses it to the limbs and bones, and penetrates deep into the interstitial tissues. If it is not destroyed together with the body, it will be difficult to uproot it.The Tongjian pen can remove all pen spirits, but this one cannot.If you want to completely peel off, Fei Lao has to carefully smooth out every tentacle of his mind, which requires time and the cooperation of the other party - he has neither of these. Zheng He slowed down, and roared again and rushed forward.The identity of the pen spirit on his body cannot be determined, but it can be guessed from the swollen muscles that it must belong to the type of physical strengthening. After all, Tongjian pen comes out of the orthodoxy of historians, rigorous and lawful.When Sima Guang compiled the Tongjian, he first asked fellow practitioners in charge of various dynasties to make a long edition of the Tongjian, and then added and edited it himself, so that the pen was sharp and long-lasting.The Tongjian pen was so magical that he swiped it up and down, and a series of solemn historical training flew away. Although it couldn't hurt the body, it cut off the lines of thought that radiated from Zheng He's body one by one. Zheng He was like a tireless monkey, constantly jumping up and down between the buildings, moving a lot, sometimes flying to the top of the temple, sometimes falling to the side of the gable, and several times even landing around Luo Zhongxia's hiding place .But he seemed to turn a blind eye to them and put all his attention on Fei Lao. Fei Lao, on the other hand, stood firmly in the open space in front of the hall and fought against the surroundings with the principle of staying the same.One big and one small, you come and go, and they can't do anything to each other.The only pity is the main hall of Gaoshan Temple and the surrounding wing rooms. During the confrontation, they were either cut off by Fei Lao's pen, or smashed by Zheng He's huge body. The department wept bitterly over it. After a long time, Lao Fei's offensive slowed down a bit, the injury he suffered just now began to have a negative impact, and the scanning of the Tong Jian pen was not as dense as before. Just as Zheng He had just finished a round of offensive, Fei Lao suddenly felt two new forces suddenly rising behind him. "They finally couldn't help but do it." Fei Lao thought to himself, suddenly it was pitch black in front of his eyes, all the light was blocked by a layer of blackness, there were only three colors of yellow, blue, and red light in the dark, swimming towards him like a big snake with three distinct stripes. Yellow causes desire, blue causes fear, and red causes impotence, just the five-color pens that can control people's will. Fei Lao sneered, "Historians value moral character the most, so the Tongjian pen is also called Junzi pen."A gentleman is cautious about independence, does not stand in danger, and is strong without desires. When these five colors meet Tongjian, they just meet the nemesis. Sure enough, those three beams of light swept across Fei Lao's body, but they didn't see any effect at all.Seeing that black and white did not come out, Fei Lao guessed that the level of this official was only as high as that of Jiang Yan, and not yet that of Guo Pu, so he didn't take it seriously. Unexpectedly, the three beams of light circled around Fei Lao, but turned away, and all of them hung on Zheng He's body.Hearing Zheng He's mournful roar, the air trembled, and he was hit by the triple psychological blow of the greatest fear, the strongest desire, and the most dangerous situation at the same time, and the stimulating muscles doubled again, almost becoming A twisted ball of muscle and bone. Just as Mr. Fei used the Tongjian pen to cut out the shady scene, he saw the gigantic Zheng He flying towards him, his speed and pressure more than doubled, just like a meaty power train.Fei Lao couldn't dodge in time, he was hit straight on the ground, his chest was churning with blood.He desperately used a four-two-two thousand catty to turn Zheng He's direction.With a bang, the inertial meat ball smashed into the main hall of Gaoshan Temple, destroying three or four pillars and half a statue of Buddha, and the whole building was in danger. At this moment, the real fatal blow has just arrived. Chu Yimin suddenly appeared behind Fei Lao, and under the robe, a hand as thin as a chicken's claw rested on his shoulder: "Friend Fei, FAREWELL."