Chapter 20 Chapter Twenty

Caught off guard, Mr. Fei was suddenly caught by Chu Yimin, who felt a thorough coldness seep into his bone marrow and nerves along his fingers. Without any hesitation, Fei Lao pushed back with both hands.Chu Yimin thought that he wanted to catch himself with the Tongjian pen, and flinched in a hurry.Unexpectedly, Lao Fei used authentic Tai Chi energy this time, and hit Chu Yimin firmly in the stomach with a "Pull the Clouds to See the Sun". Chu Yimin suffered from that blow, his face was in pain, he seemed to be crying but not smiling, and his whole body began to enter a strange state.His slender body swayed straight, like a zombie, and suddenly he let out a loud cry.The voice was shrill and shrill, rising and falling, lingering outside the ancient temple in the middle of the night on the empty mountain, making people feel creepy:

"Nanshan is so sad, the ghost rain sprinkles the empty grass. In the middle of autumn in Chang'an, a few people are old before the wind. The path at dusk is sluggish, and the green oak road is curling. The trees are no shadows at noon, and the mountain is only white dawn. Painted torches welcome newcomers, and fireflies are hidden. Disturb." This verse is full of ghosts, and just listening to it already makes people shiver. Coupled with Chu Yimin's own voice, there is a strange magic power that grabs people's hearts.As the verses were chanted, a group of white ghosts floated out from behind Chu Yimin.

The shape of this group of ghosts was erratic, at first it looked like a pen, and then it turned into a pale human face mask, which was attached to Chu Yimin's face, making him look blank. Just as Fei Lao was about to move, a chilly air began to spread from his shoulders to his whole body. This ghostly air echoed the rhythm of the poem, resentment and sorrow, entangled ethereally around his nerves.Chu Yimin put on a mask and started to dance. His limbs were broken, his wrists were turned and his knees were bent, and the movements alone made people feel extremely painful.Seeing his movements, Fei Lao felt his heart tremble for some reason, and he felt unbearably distressed.

He picked up the Tongjian pen and swiped it down, using Shi Jia's upright heart to dispel his grief, and then turned to grab the mask transformed by the spirit of the pen.With a flick of the pen, he almost tore off the mask.Chu Yimin suddenly changed his movements again, his mask fluttered, and a cavity of sadness surged out with the sound of the poem. "I don't know how high the blue sky is, and how thick the yellow earth is, but the moon is cold and the sun is warm, to fry people's lives..." The action is full of grief and anger, expressing the poet's sentimental heart vividly.Covering the face with a mask and expressing all kinds of emotions purely with the body is the highest state for a dancer.At this time, Chu Yimin perfectly conveys his emotions to the audience with his movements, and he can be called a master.At midnight in the ancient temple, a man in a black and white robe dances with a mask. This scene is really indescribably weird.

Historians pay attention to keeping things outside the history in mind, and don't take pleasure in things, but only the tragic incidents often cause the most embarrassment, such as Qu Yuan's throwing into the river, Tai Shigong's corruption and so on.Therefore, this kind of sentiment coincides with the historian characteristics of Tongjian pen.Coupled with the fact that Fei Lao was seriously injured, Tong Jian could no longer support himself. In order not to be affected by the mask, he closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "It turned out to be Li He's ghost pen, sorry."

"You actually recognized me, I admire you." Chu Yimin said wearing the mask. Li He was born in the late Tang Dynasty. His poems are famous for their profound and strange, illusory, absurd and unreal. Everyone calls him a ghost.He was miserable and depressed all his life, frail and sickly, his fingers were as thin as chicken feet, and he was only 27 years old when he died.After his death, the Bi Spirit was taken in by the owner of the Bi Tomb, but because of its unpredictability, it appeared and disappeared in history, and later became a legend, and neither the Zhuge family nor the Wei family had ever seen it.Unexpectedly, this pen spirit actually appeared on Dongshan today.

Wearing a mask, Chu Yimin swayed and walked forward slowly, his voice ups and downs like singing: "If you know the ghost, you must die." The white hand like a chicken paw stretched out five fingers, like five steel needles, to catch Mr. Fei head. "stop!" A saber flashed, leaving a long bloodstain on the pale hand.Chu Yimin was suddenly attacked, and hurriedly withdrew his hands.His movements became chaotic, and his emotional appeal dropped sharply.Fei Lao only felt his heart relax, he spit out a puddle of blood, and his face instantly aged a lot. 19. Yan Zheng and Luo Zhongxia flashed out from the gable.

Zhuge Chun met Nineteen, the five-color pen official met Yan Zheng, and Chu Yimin met Luo Zhongxia. The three pairs looked at each other with strange expressions on each other.The moon and stars were sparse, and under the night, the front of the Gaoshan Temple suddenly fell into a strange stalemate. It was Zheng He who first broke the silence. With the sound of crashing rubble, the gigantic Zheng He staggered to his feet in front of the main hall.As soon as he left, the Daxiong Hall of Gaoshan Temple could no longer hold on, and collapsed suddenly, turning into ruins. After the collapse of the Daxiong Palace, the Wudian behind and the legendary Lvtian Temple ruins came into everyone's sight.The ruins of Lvtian nunnery are still far away, misty, and only a corner of the nunnery can be seen.The Martial Palace can be seen clearly, this hall is a bit smaller than the Great Hall of Great Heroes, with a wooden structure, dull and dull, and somewhat dilapidated than the Great Hall of Great Heroes.

Luo Zhongxia glanced at the ruins of Lutian Nunnery in the distance, and felt a battle between heaven and man.The method of withdrawing the pen is right in front of my eyes, what should I do... Although the battle just now was fierce, it was someone else's business after all, strictly speaking, it had nothing to do with me.The real reason why he came to Dongshan here was not to avenge the nineteenth, but because he heard that there is a way to withdraw the pen here. He became confused for a moment. At this time Zhuge Chun got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, took out a powder box to touch up makeup, and smiled at Nineteen: "Oh, Nineteen, you are getting more and more beautiful after birth." Nineteen. Liu's eyes were wide open, but he didn't say a word.Zhuge Chun said again: "Why don't you call me? The mountain road is slippery and there are many bad guys. If something happens, how can I explain to your father?"

Nineteen was furious, and was about to strike with a single stroke of the lancet.Zhuge Chun put his fat palm on old Fei's head with a smile: "Fei Lao is the weight of the mountain, without him, the Zhuge family will be very embarrassed." Nineteen was startled, and said "You..." through the gap between his teeth, and finally put down the knife. Fei Lao murmured: "Nineteen, go quickly, leave me alone." Zhuge Chun pressed his palm hard, and a stream of blood flowed down from the gap between Fei Lao's white hair.Yan Zheng approached quietly around the side, picked up the thrush pencil, and wanted to help Lao Fei recover.Suddenly a drop of ink flew over, hit his wrist, and immediately discounted it.The thin gold body cherishes the ink like gold, and the characters are written with a solid backbone. The power of the ink shot out by the thin gold pen is naturally extraordinary.

"Five minutes, after five minutes, shoot him whatever you want." Zhuge Chun grinned, it seemed that he already had a clear understanding of the abilities and characteristics of these people.He suddenly turned his head and shouted, "Cheng Zhou, look who is here." The five-color pen official called Cheng Zhou came over. When he saw Yan Zheng, he couldn't help shrinking his neck. There was a bit of timidity and a bit of resentment in his eyes.When Yan Zheng saw it was him, he couldn't help laughing: "So your name is Cheng Zhou, did you heal from the injury on your face last time?" After speaking, he shook his fist threateningly, making Cheng Zhou's face a little stiff. "Today...with Big Brother Chu here, I won't be afraid of you!" Cheng Zhou tried to speak forcefully, but no matter how he heard it, he lacked confidence.After he finished speaking, he looked in Chu Yimin's direction. Chu Yimin hadn't taken off his mask at this time, the mask was as white as a skeleton, with black holes in the eye sockets, mouth and nose, it looked almost like a skeleton.He walked up to Luo Zhongxia, bent slightly, flicked his long sleeves, and the two stood facing each other. "Friend Luo, goodbye Chang Chun, long time no see, please accept the blessing of an old friend." "What did you do to my friend Zheng He?" Luo Zhongxia ignored his greeting and asked directly.Chu Yimin didn't know what the expression behind the mask was, which made him very uncomfortable and found it difficult to guess. "Mr. Zheng He has found the value of his life. As a friend, you should be happy for him." "What value?" "Being able to merge with the pen spirit left over from the millennium to do an unprecedented career for the master, isn't it more brilliant than living a mediocre life?" "Fart!" Luo Zhongxia was furious. Combining the pen spirit with himself has never brought any benefit except countless troubles and dangers.Now that he saw Zheng He turned into a muscular monster, he felt that Chu Yimin was talking nonsense. Chu Yimin tilted his head: "Do you hold such a view?" Luo Zhongxia took a few steps back, and Qinglian pen appeared, which was particularly eye-catching in the dark night.When Zheng He saw him, his eyes sparkled, and he growled deeply. Chu Yimin waved his robe to signal him to be calm, then took off the mask on his face, and said to Luo Zhongxia: "Friend Luo, I didn't expect tonight You'll be here too. Now that you're here, we might as well make a deal." Everyone present was shocked. Everyone thought that a fierce battle was inevitable, but no one expected that Chu Yimin would make such a request.Both Yan Zheng and Nineteen turned their attention to Luo Zhongxia, Luo Zhongxia licked his dry lips and said, "What do you want to say?" Chu Yimin's demeanor is like the opening storyteller in a classical drama: "I know about you, a young man running around in order to lose, a tired soul longing to return to peace, a lost lamb who strayed into another world. My sympathy." "Stop talking nonsense!" Luo Zhongxia said angrily.He glanced at Zheng He in the distance, and found something strange in his eyes. Chu Yimin continued: "This is Huai Su's hometown, and his tomb can help you get rid of the shackles of the body. I guess, you are here to withdraw the pen? But, you don't know how to withdraw it, right?" Luo Zhongxia was noncommittal.The letter that Peter brought to him actually just repeated the four lines of Wei Xiaorong's poem, and did not bring any more information. "We have the information you need now, and you, friend Luo, have what we don't have. You have nothing to do with the world of Bizuka. I think we can cooperate without prejudice." Chu Yimin said here, He cast a meaningful glance at Fei Lao and Shijiu. Yan Zheng couldn't help but sarcastically said, "This kind of deception is too obvious, boss." Chu Yimin shook his robe: "This is not a scam, I prefer to use another word - win-win." He turned his attention back to Luo Zhongxia: "Your Qinglian pen and finishing pen are unique, this It’s the key. We’ll tell you how to enter the Lutian Nunnery, and you can withdraw them and return them to us, and then each of you will live happily in the world you’re familiar with until you die.” "And I will guarantee the safety of your friends." Chu Yimin added. Seeing that Luo Zhongxia didn't reply for a long time, Nineteen couldn't help saying anxiously: "You can't trust these people!" "We are very sincere, Miss Nineteen." Chu Yimin spread his hands, and the blood on his thin face became even thinner. No one would be surprised if he suddenly rushed forward and bit Nineteen's neck, "Otherwise we will kill you all directly. Everyone, calmly accept your pen spirits, and let the girl’s wailing resound through the night sky—oh, no, that’s too ugly.” "In the end, you just want this pen spirit?" Luo Zhongxia sneered, "Don't hide it, let Wei Shiran come out to see me." "Wei Shiran?" Chu Yimin was taken aback for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders, "He is just a dangerous toy that is not so obedient. When the owner thinks it is necessary, he will put him back in the toy box and close the lid. Open it again." Luo Zhongxia moved his steps secretly, it turned out that they were not in the same group.It seems that this Qinglian pen is really a good thing. The Wei family, the Zhuge family, Wei Shiran, and these strange people are all very interested. Whether it is Guancheng Qihou, or the inheritance of the pen tomb, it has nothing to do with me.Since it had nothing to do with Wei Shiran, Luo Zhongxia's heart was really moved by Chu Yimin's proposal.He wanted to ask about the finishing touch pen, but the latter was still sleeping. "If you follow the guidance of fate too much, you will eventually become a prisoner of fate." This is what Zhuge Yihui once said to him. The finishing pen is like drugs. If you use too much and become dependent, you will be at a loss in the future. Luo Zhongxia looked up at the Qinglian pen that was still blooming in the air, and sighed, he had to make his own decision in the end.Whenever fate changed, he wanted to escape, not wanting to bear such a heavy responsibility—even if it was his own fate. "Well, would you consider my proposal?" Luo Zhongxia remained silent. "Do it!" Nineteen suddenly roared loudly, deafeningly, like a huge pen like a submarine breaking through the ice, boldly appeared, disrupting the temporarily peaceful atmosphere on the field. This is a tactic that Luo Zhongxia thought of hastily just now, fully considering the characteristics of each person's ability.After defeating Wei Qiang, something in his body began to awaken, which he didn't even realize. For example, the rafter pen can not only magnify the blade, as long as it is a non-physical thing, it can be magnified.After nineteen's voice was amplified, it became extremely loud, enough to shock the audience. Then there was Yan Zheng, he plugged his ears in advance, and as soon as Shijiu's ability was activated, he took advantage of the enemy's brief stagnation to sneak in.One pointed at Fei Lao, and the other pointed at Zhuge Chun—Zhuge Chun was injured by Fei Lao just now, and Fei Lao was still in good condition just now, and they will all be restored to the state they were in five minutes ago by the thrush. And the core of the whole operation is Luo Zhongxia.At the same time when he launched the nineteenth, he used Qinglian brush to visualize the three lines of Li Bai's poems "the military might rush through the curtain", "the body will hide the guest star", and "the armor is like a cloud", forming a layered defense. Net, isolating Cheng Zhou, Chu Yimin—especially isolating Zheng He's possible rescue operations.Nineteen's Ru rafter pen will amplify this effect to the extreme. As long as Lao Fei is rescued and he recovers, the four opponents will have nothing to fear. Nineteen saw that the five-minute time limit was about to pass, but Luo Zhongxia seemed to have forgotten about it, and in desperation, he had to start this tactic immediately. Once the offensive is launched, everything moves. The sound amplified by the rafter pen turned into a visible air ripple, which spread to the surroundings at an extremely fast speed. No matter the Panlong stone pillar in front of the Martial Hall or the pine and cypress branches and leaves on both sides were shocked.The eardrums of Zhuge Chun, Cheng Zhou, Chu Yimin, and Zheng He were suddenly pressured by the sound wave from the steep peak, and there was a chaotic sound in the semicircular canal, and their movements froze. Yan Zheng didn't let go of this opportunity, he stretched out his index fingers, and rushed towards Zhuge Chun and Fei Lao at the same time as the sound waves came. But Luo Zhongxia stood where he was, without moving. Without Luo Zhongxia, the key link, the entire tactic immediately lost its foundation for victory and immediately collapsed. Chu Yimin and Zheng He were the first to recover from the shock of the sound waves.Zheng He's body flickered, and he rushed sideways towards Yan Zheng who was about to attack. Yan Zheng focused all his attention on Zhuge Chun and Fei Lao, never expecting that someone would attack through the loophole created by Luo Zhongxia. Zheng He's huge body endowed him with tremendous kinetic energy. Although Yan Zheng was rough-skinned and thick-skinned, his whole body would still suffer from severe pain when he bumped him from the side. His fingers stopped a few centimeters away from Zhuge Chun and Fei Lao.Zheng He threw his fists wildly, forcing Yan Zheng to retreat steadily. At the same time, he had to constantly consume precious thrush pens to repair his broken bones by Zheng He. And Nineteen was supposed to assist Luo Zhongxia in strengthening the defense effect of the Qinglian Pen, but now he was in vain and fell into a moment of confusion.The entire construction plan completely collapsed. When she fell into confusion, Chu Yimin just recovered.Without hesitation, he activated the ghost pen again, and the white mask covered his pale face again. Nineteen soon realized that Luo Zhongxia hadn't moved. She didn't bother to question him, so she drew out her knife and tried to kill Zhuge Chun directly.At this time, a dancer with a white mask and a black robe stood in front of her.Nineteen raised his sword and attacked violently, the dancer twisted his joints, as if he was completely devoted to it, and every subtle movement was meticulous. After fighting for several rounds, Nineteen found that he was gradually attracted by the opponent's movements.Ghost Pen keenly sensed the paranoia in her heart, and drew out the anger with clever movements.Nineteen did not have the concentration of Lao Fei, and was dazzled by the flames of revenge. The white mask flickering in front of her eyes seemed to be tormenting her soul. Seeing that Chu Yimin had already succeeded, Cheng Zhou immediately released the blue light of the five-color pen to wrap around Shijiu.Immediately, what she feared the most appeared in front of Shijiu's eyes - Fang Bin's corpse with his throat cut off.The corpse was still convulsing, and a large amount of blood gushed out of its throat, like a balloon that had been pricked by a needle. The inexorable anger suddenly met the deepest fear, like hot magma splashed on an arctic iceberg.Nineteen couldn't bear this kind of torture in his heart, the blood on his face faded away, he couldn't help letting out a miserable cry, the steel knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. Seeing the opportunity, Chu Yimin immediately stepped forward and patted Shijiu on the shoulder with his hand.Shiji suddenly felt cold all over her body, and the ghost energy invaded the nerves of her limbs, making her unable to move. The battle between Zheng He and Yan Zheng over there was also over. Zhuge Chun's ink attack combined with Zheng He's furious fight, Yan Zheng finally had no time to recover and was knocked to the ground. Zhuge Chun triumphantly stepped on a foot. The chaotic scene quickly returned to calm. Besides Fei Lao, nineteen and Yan Zheng collapsed on the ground. The only one who was still standing there was Luo Zhongxia. He hadn't made any movement since just now, his eyes were vacantly looking at the Lvtian nunnery in the distance. "Luo Zhongxia, you bastard!" Nineteen shouted hoarsely with his trembling body.Although Yan Zheng was lying down in a awkward position, he still managed to raise his head, and said in a very serious tone: "Brother, this is really a bit insincere..." Before he could finish speaking, Zhuge Chun stepped over, forcing He shut up. "Can I regard this as your decision, friend Luo?" Chu Yimin left Shijiu, wiped off his mask, and lowered his sleeves in satisfaction. "Yes." Luo Zhongxia's voice was dry and weak.