Chapter 23 Chapter 23: Young Master Huai Su

"Young Master Huai Su." "what?" When Chu Yimin heard such a poem for no reason, he couldn't help being puzzled.At this time, the three people present stopped their hands. Yan Zheng and Shijiu, who were already on the verge of extinction, were both happy and surprised when they saw Luo Zhongxia suddenly appear.The joy is that he did not die; the surprise is that he is alone, even though he is backed by the Qinglian pen, he is absolutely unable to withstand the siege of these guys. "Cursive script is called unique in the world." Luo Zhongxia read the second sentence, his voice gradually became high-pitched, his body began to heat up, and there were blue light clusters reunited on the top of his head.Chu Yimin's movements stopped suddenly, and he remembered.These two poems are "Cursive Script Gexing", written by Li Bai, and Huai Su himself is chanted in the poem.Li Bai and Huai Su are old friends, and the Qinglian pen transformed by Li Bai...

"Oops! I forgot this!" He slapped his head and jumped three feet away from Luo Zhongxia. With a swipe of his right hand, Li He's ghost brush mask immediately covered his face, as if facing an enemy. But it was too late. The sound of chanting continued slowly. "The ink pond flies out of the Beiming fish, The stroke of a pen kills all Zhongshan rabbits. " Luo Zhongxia's sword-shaped eyebrows stood up, like the wrath of King Kong, and his two eyes were like lightning and swords, as if they had endless killing intent.The hearts of all the people present were trembling, feeling that there were dark clouds overwhelming the city, and the mountain rain was about to come.Cheng Zhou and Zhuge Chun only felt that they had become a mouse being stared at by a cat, but they couldn't move. , but relying on intuition, he feels that a catastrophe is imminent, and the only way to do it right now is to strike first.Qinglianbi uses poetry as a weapon. If it can cut off poetry reciting as soon as possible, it will still have a chance of victory.

"Go together!" Chu Yimin made a plan and called the other three loudly.The other three knew the pros and cons, and they did not dare to hesitate, and did their best.For a moment, three strokes and one child turned into four streaks of aura, and waves of attacks rushed towards Luo Zhongxia from all directions. Seeing that the waves were approaching sharply, Luo Zhongxia smiled slightly.He didn't move at all, only to see the blue light bursting out, and the green lotus spirit pen rushing out, its momentum was brilliant, majestic and majestic.When the raging waves hit, green lotus flowers bloomed, and the weather was severe. The raging waves' attack was like a wave crashing into a rock, and it was instantly reduced to dust, leaving nothing behind.

Those four people were all startled, the power of this joint force was enough to shake mountains and ground, but he took it lightly, and the feeling of shock in his heart rose sharply.And the verses are still pouring out from Luo Zhongxia's lips: "August and September are cold, The hall is full of drunkards and poets. There are several compartments lined with linen and silk, Xuanzhou stone inkstone ink color light. My master leans on the rope bed after drunk, Thousands of sheets were swept away in an instant. " Every time you say a word, the light of the Qinglian pen will become fuller, like a big bow of hundreds of stones, which is gradually gaining momentum and vibrating its strings. Once it is fully drawn, it has the great power to destroy stones and gold.The four of them all saw this, but they looked at each other, but none of them dared to move forward, for fear that they would interrupt rashly at this moment, and all the accumulated strength would be applied to themselves.

As the core, Chu Yimin had to take the lead.He wiped off his cold sweat, and thought to himself: "This Luo Zhongxia is an ignorant person, and his foundation in Chinese studies must be limited, so it's rare to be able to unleash 30% of the power of this poem, don't be fooled by the scene in front of you. He touched his mask, thinking that Qinglianbi's surname is Li, and my Ghostbi's surname is also Li. What are you afraid of? That guy is weak in mind. As long as I grab his emotions and control them a little, he will be able to do it. So he activated the ghost pen, and started to do the weird dance again, while stretching his ability to probe Luo Zhongxia's heart, as long as there is a slight flaw, it can be catalyzed by the ghost pen's mask until it can't be controlled.

But when he was investigating Luo Zhongxia's Lingtai, he felt as if he had put his hand into the empty mountain and pool water, and he felt that it was so clear and quiet that there was no fluctuation at all.The ghost pen has been turned around in the Lingtai several times, but there is no flaw at all.His heart is harmonious and peaceful, just like... "Zen mind?" Chu Yimin was very surprised when such a thought suddenly popped up in his mind.He even began to wonder if this was really Luo Zhongxia's heart, otherwise how could he suddenly have a Zen heart with no flaws at all.With his hesitation, Luo Zhongxia had already launched a real counterattack.

"The wind and the rain are frightening and rustling, What a vast expanse of falling flowers and flying snow. " As soon as the two sentences are uttered, it is like a full bow and loose strings. The Qinglian Lingbi burst out suddenly, and the huge energy accumulated in front swarmed like a bank burst, and a gust of wind and thunder surged on the ground.I saw the spirit of the pen flying in the air, ecstatic, as if it was held by an invisible hand, and wrote a lot of special books above the void. . This offensive is like a great river flowing, rushing for thousands of miles, opening and closing, and its momentum is endless, making the audience look shocked and full of powerlessness in the face of the power of heaven and earth.Luo Zhongxia got the Qinglian pen, and he has never played so heartily and expresses his joy.Facing the huge waves, the four of them felt like a solitary boat, feeling dizzy and at a loss as to how many arrowheads swished by around them.Although Huai Su has a Zen mind, he is famous for his madness. At this time, his true nature is revealed, and he is even more arrogant.

"Stand up against the wall without stopping, A line of numbers is as big as a bucket. As if hearing ghosts and ghosts, From time to time, I saw dragons and snakes walking away. Frowning left and right like lightning, The state is the same as that of Chu and Han. " "Cursive Script Gexing" is one sentence after another, and one wave is higher than the other.In the past poetry battles, one could only clarify the characters, but not understand the meaning, but today's poem has no barriers at all. So far, Qinglian's pen spirit's offensive has never been stagnant, and it has been completed in one go.The poetry is endless, the brushstrokes are wanton and vertical, and the two strokes are blended together, which vividly expresses Li Taibai's hearty feelings when he saw Huai Su's drunken grass copybook that day, almost recreating the old scene of Lingling reunion.One can't help but wonder, if it weren't for Huai Su's rebirth, who could write such unrestrained and fast calligraphy.

At this time, people, pens, and poems are three in one, and a Taibai Qinglian pen writes the charm of wild grass, thousands of miles of wind, arrogant to all living beings, and nothing in the world can lift it up or hinder its momentum. "Every family in the seven counties of Hunan Province, Every family barrier book title over and over again. Wang Yishao, Zhang Boying, It got its name from a few waves in ancient times. Zhang Dian died of old age and died too many times, I learn from this righteousness but not from the past. " It's just pity for those four people under the attack like a storm, they have no power to fight back, despite being dragged up and down by Qinglian Pen's "Cursive Script Song Line", their bodies are washed away bit by bit, and their minds are full of fear and despair And panic, he couldn't even raise his hand to call for help, let alone call out the pen spirit to fight back.

The frenzied tide rushes, the strokes of the pen are surging, and between layers and alternations, the rhythm of the wild grass whirls and flows, without beginning or end.Clanging noises resounded everywhere in the entire Gaoshan Temple, suddenly falling from the thousand-ren peak, with the sound of thunder and wind, approaching infinitely towards the unfathomable valley, colliding with the bottom of the valley, bursting out clanging sparks, Like a salute in a festival.Immediately afterwards, the huge potential energy caused the sound to bounce off the ground suddenly, and it was thrown high again, drawing a golden trajectory and flying over the top of the mountain that had become a small black spot in the sky.

The four of them only felt that their bones were crisp and their tendons were soft, and they felt that they were washed and melted bit by bit, and finally they were completely melted in this rhythm... "In ancient times, everything is precious, Why do you need Aunt Gongsun to take off the dance? " Luo Zhongxia slowly uttered the last two sentences word by word, and slowly stopped the poetry.After Qinglian finished writing this poem, she felt extremely happy, her body standing still in the air was still trembling slightly, and Qinglian's face was radiant at the end of the pen.There are still rumbling sounds from the distant mountains and deep valleys, and the lingering sound is lingering. But in front of him, the wind and rain had stopped, and no one could stand still.The strength of this "Cursive Script Song Xing" is truly unparalleled. All four—including Zheng He—were lying on the ground, dying.They didn't have a single wound on their bodies, but the strength and spirit of their whole bodies had been washed away by the blow just now. Now they stared at empty eyes, and it was difficult to even move a little finger. The whole body seemed to be hollowed out . Luo Zhongxia stood still on the ground and took a long breath, as if he had just recovered.The dazzling light gradually converges from behind, like a peacock putting away its own color screen.He beckoned, let the Qinglian pen return to the Lingtai, and then turned his head. Yan Zheng and Shijiu were dumbfounded, they didn't know what to say. Luo Zhongxia smiled at Yan Zheng and Shijiu, stepped over the four people, and came straight to them.He squatted down, stretched out his hand, and said in a low, guilty voice, "Thank you, I'm sorry." All three of them understood the meaning of these seven words, and there was no need to say anything more. Yan Zheng also stretched out his hand, slapped his hand, and said with a smile, "I'll just say, you have the destiny to escape from death." Nineteen was still silent, Luo Zhongxia bent down and reached out to wipe the tears on her cheeks.She didn't expect him to make such a move, she wanted to dodge backwards, but her body couldn't move, so she had to let him wipe.She closed her eyes, and felt that this person's aura was completely different from the timid one before, and she had a familiar feeling... By the way, it was like Teacher Fang.Thinking of this, Shijiu's pale face turned warm and bloody, and he stopped struggling. Although Yan Zheng was seriously injured, he still turned his neck and watched with all his might. Seeing that he had used such a trick, he couldn't help asking: "Where did you go just now? Is it Huai Su's tomb, or the playboy editor?" Ministry?" Luo Zhongxia smiled slightly, looking calm and steady. He wiped away the tears on Nineteen's face, and said, "I am not what I used to be today." The words were very Zen, Yan Zheng and Nineteen looked at each other, not knowing What kind of expression should I show, I actually have a sense of awe in my heart, as if this guy is a great master of a generation. Luo Zhongxia patted Shijiu's face, then stood up.Yan Zheng asked him where he was going, Luo Zhongxia turned around and replied, "I'll ask them some questions." He stepped on the piece of rubble and leaves, and came to the place where the four were lying.Zheng He was on his back, his muscles had shrunk compared to before, and he had slightly returned to his normal shape. His two chest muscles moved up and down slightly, indicating that he was still breathing; Zhuge Chun fell into a copper incense burner, revealing a huge buttocks sticking out; Cheng Zhou was lying on his side at his feet, already unconscious; Chu Yimin was the most injured, his ghost pen mask was torn apart, and his whole face was like an unfinished jigsaw puzzle. Luo Zhongxia picked up Chu Yimin first, and shook off his mask with his hands.Under the mask, Chu Yimin's blood-red eyes widened, and his lips trembled slightly - it turned out that he had a deeper skill than the others, so he never lost his sanity.But now he preferred to be unconscious. "Who is your master?" Luo Zhongxia asked, her voice was neither hasty nor impatient, and her attitude was kind, but there was a threatening aura of her own. "I can't say it." Chu Yimin's bloodless face was even paler now, "If I say it, I will die." "Oh." Chu Yimin closed his eyes, ready to endure the ensuing torture. But unexpectedly, nothing happened.Luo Zhongxia let go of him and turned to Cheng Zhou.He used Qinglian pen to give Cheng Zhou some strength, so Cheng Zhou woke up from his coma soon. "Who is your master?" "Chu...Brother Chu." Cheng Zhou panicked and began to stutter. Luo Zhongxia smiled: "Then what is above him?" Cheng Zhou quickly shook his head and said, "I don't know..." Luo Zhongxia let out an "um" and let him go.Cheng Zhou secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but Luo Zhongxia suddenly turned around again, his heart tightened again. "A digression, you attacked me, Yan Zheng and Xiaorong in the hospital that day, who initiated it?" "...Uh..." Cheng Zhou didn't dare to say, but just cast his eyes on Chu Yimin over there. "I understand, thank you." Luo Zhongxia sighed, feeling a sense of loss.It turned out that I wronged Xiaorong after all, and I don't know when I can repay her for this kind of grievance. Luo Zhongxia stood up and wanted to walk towards Zhuge Chun. Suddenly, a gust of cold mountain wind blew past, and even he, who was full of aura in his body, couldn't help shivering.He hurriedly turned around, the surroundings were dark, the mountains and forests were silent, and there was nothing unusual.But relying on the Qinglian pen, Luo Zhongxia still felt an inexplicable chill. Suddenly, Chu Yimin's body exploded, and his whole body moved.Luo Zhongxia was startled, he didn't expect that under the combined attack of Qinglianbi and Huai Su, he would recover so quickly.But when I looked more closely, I found that Chu Yimin didn't get up by himself at all, but was grabbed by some force. He remained upright, with the soles of his feet more than ten centimeters from the ground, and his limbs dangled feebly, like A grasshopper caught by someone. "Hey!" Luo Zhongxia hurried over and grabbed his legs, trying to pull him down.Unexpectedly, that force was so powerful, Chu Yimin spurted blood wildly, and there was a lot of sound in his throat.Luo Zhongxia was quick to gain wit, and sacrificed the Qinglian pen, concretizing the sentence "Mountains and seas are thousands of weights", and then dragged Chu Yimin down by gravity. But he couldn't do it right away, his pupils began to slacken, and his limbs twitched continuously——exactly the same method of killing Wei Dingbang that Monk Peter witnessed that day! With a wave of Luo Zhongxia's hand, Qinglian Pen shot a circle of blue light covering the surroundings, preventing that force from continuing to invade.Then he pressed Chu Yimin's shoulders and infused him with life-sustaining aura. But this power is too domineering, even the power from Qinglian can only make Chu Yimin regain his sanity slightly.He shook his head, his mouth was full of blood, and muttered in a low voice.Luo Zhongxia hurriedly put his ear to it, only to hear violent panting and an indistinct voice: "...Autumn, autumn..." "What? Say it again!" "...Autumn...Autumn Wind..." Chu Yimin's voice stopped abruptly, his arms dropped, and he died.A wisp of white smoke floated out of his body, whining, circled his body three times, then turned to the southeast, drifted away, and gradually melted into the pine forest.After a while, phosphorescent dots came from the forest in the distance, like lights patrolling at night - one can't help but think of the author Li He's saying "ghost lights are like paint dotted with pine flowers". When people die, the lights go out, and ghost pens are ethereal. Luo Zhongxia had no choice but to put him down slowly.He looked around, and suddenly found that there was only an open space in front of him, whether it was Zhuge Chun, Cheng Zhou or Zheng He, they had all disappeared! Luo Zhongxia, who already had a Zen mind, remained calm, closed his eyes immediately, and raised the finishing touch pen.Relying on the ability of the finishing touch pen, he listened intently for a while, then suddenly raised his eyebrows, and shouted: "Come out!" After dotting the eyes, the green lotus came out and stabbed in the direction of a certain space. All of this happened in an instant, and there was only a puff, and the Qinglian pen pierced something in the air.There was an angry muffled moan, and a few drops of green blood dripped out of thin air.Immediately, Zheng He's body suddenly appeared from mid-air, and fell on the ground in a parabola, causing a burst of smoke and dust. That force hit the wind again, but it was no longer a threat to Luo Zhongxia.He manipulated the Qinglian pen to move forward, lightly blocked it, and turned the attack into a cloud of smoke. Before Luo Zhongxia could be complacent in the future, he suddenly realized in his heart that this was a plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain! Sure enough, by the time he put away the Qinglian pen and used his eyes to sense it again, there was no trace within a radius of more than ten kilometers, and he had lost the opportunity to track it. It seems that the enemy originally planned to kill Chu Yimin to divert attention, and then took the opportunity to hide himself and move the three people away.Unexpectedly, Luo Zhongxia found out his whereabouts and intercepted Zheng He with a Qinglian pen. This hidden character seemed to be quite afraid of Luo Zhongxia, who was stabbed by Qinglian in vain, but didn't stay long, and left with one blow. Luo Zhongxia looked at Zheng He, who had been rescued by him, and thought to himself: "Probably he thinks that a pen-spirited boy like Zheng He has no mind and won't reveal any secrets." He then thought: "Alright, After all, I cut him back so that he won’t be used as a tool anymore.” His relationship with Zheng He is not good, but they are classmates in the same class after all.When Zheng He was refined by Qin Yi, he almost died, and he always felt guilty.Today, this shame is finally partially eliminated.Zheng He is still unconscious, but for the time being it seems that his life is not in danger. Luo Zhongxia walked back to Yan Zheng and Shijiu, both of whom hadn't recovered from the accident just now.Yan Zheng scratched his head, endured the pain and asked, "What did Chu Yimin say before he died?" Luo Zhongxia frowned and said, "Autumn wind... I only heard these two words." Nineteen grabbed Luo Zhongxia's hand and struggled to stand up: "Autumn Wind? Could it be the Qiufeng Brush?" Luo Zhongxia said, "Have you heard of it?" Nineteen nods: "Everyone in the Zhuge family knows this pen. This is the pen spirit of Wei Dingbang, the head of the Wei family. If the family is not overwhelmed by the Zhuge family, it all depends on this autumn wind brush." She had already straightened up, but her hand was still holding on to Luo Zhongxia. Luo Zhongxia's heart brightened. He was already very smart. After inheriting Huai Su's Zen mind, his mind became clearer, and he was finally able to connect some things together. It seems that the one who killed Chu Yimin just now was the same person who killed Wei Dingbang in Weizhuang—at least the same group—after they killed Wei Dingbang, they found that the pen was gone.So these people came to Dongshan for the purpose of breaking into Lvtian Nunnery and looking for the lost Autumn Breeze Brush. Luo Zhongxia stretched out his right hand, but felt the palm of his hand was steaming, and the aura was rolling, so he couldn't help smiling.This is what Huai Su entrusted to him before his departure, those people never expected that the Qiufeng Brush was already in their fingers.It's just that this autumn wind brush is only here, and I can't use it myself. I have to wait for someone who is destined to show up and give it to him again. This group is neither from the Zhuge family nor the Wei family, but they know Bizhong very well, and their strength and viciousness are still higher than those of the two.What is the origin? Why do they care so much about this autumn brush?Could it be said that Qiufengbi is also one of the seven princes of Guancheng? What role did Wei Shiran play in this? A mystery is solved, but more questions emerge.Luo Zhongxia shook his head, laughed at himself, and stopped thinking about these things. At this time, the moon is bright and the stars are bright, the wind is clear and the clouds are light. The whole city of Yongzhou dissolves in the night curtain, and the light flashes from time to time. It is quiet and quiet, as if there is no one there.Luo Zhongxia is on the top of Dongshan Mountain, with the sound of Xiaoshui waves in the distance, and his Zen mind is clear, and he can feel the taste even more.Only then did he truly comprehend the true meaning of "the green lotus embraces the slough and the autumn cicada is light". "What are you going to do next?" Yan Zheng asked. Luo Zhongxia clasped Nineteen's hands, and calmly replied, "Back to the beginning."