Chapter 13 Chapter 10 Who can see the towering Lin Pavilion

It is only 40 meters away from the entrance of Mo Yuxuan to the exit of the courtyard, as long as you escape there, you will be safe.I just wanted to walk through these forty meters, but it was like crossing a deep cliff. As soon as Luo Zhongxia turned around, he heard Mo Yuxuan's door being pushed open behind him with a snap, and then a gust of wind brushed past his ears.He took a closer look and saw that the man in the windbreaker had blocked the way between him and the exit of the courtyard. The man in the windbreaker looked at Luo Zhongxia, and said with a smile, "Who am I? It turns out I'm a young man again. What are you doing in such a remote place when you're not sleeping at home?" His tone was relaxed, as if chatting.

Luo Zhongxia hesitated for a moment. It might be too late to escape now, so he might as well give it a go.He was also a person who liked to play tricks, so he boldly shouted: "I have seen everything you do." At this time, he was facing the man in the windbreaker, and the sky had already brightened, so he could see clearly , was actually a beautiful young woman nearly thirty years old.She has short hair at the ear level, plain makeup, and a pair of round eyes that reveal a capable look. When she heard Luo Zhongxia shouting, she held her pointed chin with her hands, seeming to be very interested, "Oh? Tell me, what did I do?"

"Hmph, you want to refine him into a pen and become your slave!" "Ah, ah." The young woman raised her wrist, patted her cheek shyly, and smiled charmingly, "What a child, you misunderstood. The word 'slave' has a different meaning." "I did not misunderstand." Luo Zhongxia replied coldly: "The pen boy is like a walking corpse, what is it if he is not a slave?" The young woman didn't expect that the young man in front of her knew what the pen boy was, and her frivolous behavior disappeared, and a fierce look appeared between her brows, "You, are you from the Zhuge family or the Wei family?"

"I'm from the Luo family." Luo Zhongxia was calm and composed, standing with his hands behind his back.The young woman was intimidated by his demeanor, and she wondered, "The Luo family? Why didn't I know there was such a school." "There's a lot you don't know." Luo Zhongxia replied calmly, took two steps forward, suddenly stretched his neck, and greeted the exit over the young woman's shoulder: "Old Li, I'm here!" When the young woman heard the name, her complexion changed drastically, and she turned around quickly.Seeing the opportunity, Luo Zhongxia couldn't miss it, with an idea in his heart, he ran wildly, passed the young woman, and rushed straight to the exit.From just now, he counted on the timing and knew that he was no match for her, so he bluffed his opponent first, and then waited for an opportunity to escape.

Qinglian's pen is good at agile, but Luo Zhongxia doesn't know how to control it, and her acquaintance with the pen itself is low.At the beginning of the full blow, it was all in one breath, with desperate thoughts, Qinglian pen leaped with force, and went out more than ten meters away.But after a long time, the circulation between the body and the pen spirit became suffocated again, and his pace suddenly slowed down again. Seeing that people had rushed to the entrance, a black shadow flashed in front of Luo Zhongxia's eyes, filled with a faint fragrance.He felt a nephrite hand pressing against his chest, and with a bang, he was shaken more than ten meters away, and his back was hitting the Mo Yuxuan door.

This hit him so dizzy, he lay down on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time. The young woman came slowly, smiling, "I'm really scared by you, you're such a bad boy." After saying this, she stopped abruptly, with a surprised and suspicious expression on her face.For some reason, Luo Zhongxia struggled to get up. When she lowered her head, she saw that the clothes on her chest had been reduced to pieces, and her bare chest was shining with a blue light. "You also have a pen spirit?" The young woman restrained her smile. "And there are many branches."

Luo Zhongxia babbled nonsense, and recited the deadly poem in his heart, hoping to stimulate his pen spirit.Although the pen spirit responded with drums, he didn't know how to use it.It is like a person who takes the key of a car and starts the engine, but does not know how to get started on the road.It's true that when the book is used up, one hates less. If I had read a few poems seriously last night, I wouldn't have fallen into this embarrassing situation. The young woman didn't know that Luo Zhongxia's mind was fluctuating, so she stopped vigilantly and dared not go forward.The two looked at each other, but neither of them dared to move first.

The situation was stalemate for a while, the young woman rolled her eyes, and said, "Since you also have a pen spirit, then we are on the same path. My name is Qin Yi, what's your name?" Luo Zhongxia didn't know what she wanted to do suddenly, so she didn't answer, trying her best to hide her weakness.If she finds out that she can't control the pen spirit at all, she's afraid that life and death will be decided. "Tsk, I'm quite suspicious. Alright, alright, to show my sincerity, I'll let you see it first." The young woman thought he didn't believe it, so she smiled charmingly, reached out and started to unbutton the windbreaker.Luo Zhongxia was embarrassed, and quickly turned his gaze to the side.Qin Yi smiled and said, "My child, you are so impatient, what I'm showing you is something else."

Under the windbreaker is a pink OL suit, which is uneven and curvy on Qin Yi's body.What attracted Luo Zhongxia was not the two attractive round protrusions on her chest, but a jade unicorn pendant between the two peaks. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Qin Yi lowered her head, her voice was soft and charming, and she didn't know what she was referring to. As she stroked with her fingers, a few rays of light floated out from the head of the jade unicorn. In a haze, Luo Zhongxia saw the phantom of a tube of writing brush slowly forming from Qin Yi's back. Hidden amber.

This is the fourth pen spirit that Luo Zhongxia has seen besides Lingyun pen, Yongxu pen and her own Qinglian posthumous pen.The pen was radiant and gorgeous, and he was dazzled when he saw it, so he couldn't help asking: "What kind of pen is this?" "Hehe, it looks good, this is called the Unicorn Pen." Qin Yi's smiling face was infinitely charming in the colorful light, "What is the spirit of the pen?" "It was used to sign when the Japanese army surrendered. It's called a parker pen." Luo Zhongxia said solemnly.Qin Yi was taken aback for a moment, and then said bitterly: "It's too much, you've read all of others, and you're still lying to them."

Qin Yi showed her naivety, and Luo Zhongxia's heart was shaken by her soft voice of resentment.He suddenly thought of the life and death of Zheng He in the room, and a gust of cold air pierced through his heart, suppressing the false fire. "Show your sister your pen spirit quickly." Qin Yi urged half-truthfully. Luo Zhongxia glanced sideways at the room, Zheng He's complexion turned paler and greener. I'm afraid that, as Qin Yi said, he would be refined into the Wuxin Sanzhuo brush at sunrise and reduced to a puppet. "Damn it, I have to find a way." Luo Zhongxia moved her limbs, anxious in her heart.The current strategy is to try to activate the super speed ability of Qinglian's posthumous writing, and break through to find Xiaorong or Wei Shiran. He has a negative personality and knows that he has no chance of winning.Qin Yi took another two steps forward, Luo Zhongxia suddenly said, "Aren't you afraid that the Zhuge family will be unhappy if you do this?" Qin Yi really stopped, with an unnatural expression on his face.Judging from her reaction to the name "Lao Li" just now, she seems to be quite afraid of Lao Li.Luo Zhongxia knew that he had made the right bet on Zhuge's house. "He, they already know?" Qin Yi's voice trembled.It's not the kind of vibrato that pretends to be coquettish, but born of panic. "That's right, everything is under our control." Luo Zhongxia continued to act and deliberately stopped talking. Qin Yichao took a step back, his pen spirit faltered, and his expression seemed not to believe it.Luo Zhongxia decided to scare her again, narrowed his eyes and said, "This is an instruction from Mr. Li himself." "..." "If I don't go back now, someone will come to meet me. Don't blame Mr. Li for being ruthless." Qin Yi backed away timidly again, Luo Zhongxia was overjoyed and said that he had succeeded, so he got up and left.Suddenly Luo Zhongxia felt his right leg brittle, and immediately fell to the ground, unable to move, as if paralyzed. Qin Yi laughed loudly: "Young man, I was almost deceived by you." "What... what's going on?" "You are really interesting, when did Lao Li take the surname Li?" Luo Zhongxia felt regretful after hearing this, and scolded himself for playing carelessly and showing flaws. "Children who are disobedient must be trained." Qin Yi snapped his fingers twice, and Luo Zhongxia's left leg and right arm were also brittle, and they were also paralyzed.He could vaguely feel that the nerves in his three limbs seemed to be locked by three heavy locks, and the soreness oozed out, like an ant possessed. He rolled on the ground uncomfortably, opened his mouth and shouted, Qin Yiju said condescendingly: "How? Let's change the taste." There was another snap of the fingers, and the soreness disappeared suddenly, replaced by a sharp itching, which was even more unbearable.This feeling lasted for a minute, Qin Yi snapped his fingers again, and said softly, "How is it now?" The itching disappeared in an instant, and an unspeakable excitement quietly rose from his lower abdomen. "Don't think that my sister only abuses others. There are so many men who want to die in my hands." Qin Yi teased and swept his eyes down, and said kindly, "As long as you tell my sister, she will use this Linjiao Pen thank you very much, wouldn't it save more effort than your hands?" Luo Zhongxia didn't know that this rare pen originally originated from Zhang Hua, Zhang Maoxian, a famous scholar in the Western Jin Dynasty.Back then, Zhang Hua wrote "Natural History" eloquently and presented it to Emperor Wu of Jin Dynasty. Emperor Wu was overjoyed and gave him multi-color rare brushes in Liaodong.In terms of age, Linjiao is still ahead of Yongxu and Qinglian.Kirin is originally an auspicious animal, and its horns can straighten and develop yang, so there is a saying that "the horns of the unicorn are like a deer, and they breed antlers to herald the spring". Therefore, the unicorn pen is born to control human nerves and control various nerve impulses.As long as it is locked by its rare horn, it is equivalent to being taken over the whole body. If it hurts, it will hurt, if it wants to be sour, it will be sore, if it wants to be cool, it will be cool. Qin Yi kept stroking his excited nerve center with the Linjiao pen, and asked forcefully, "Are you going to say it or not?" Luo Zhongxia thought to himself that if you knew that I had the Qinglian pen, I would die even worse. Quick, so he died silently, just gritted his teeth and tried to hold back the waves of pleasure coming from his lower abdomen. Seeing him like this, Qin Yi turned pale, jumped into the room, held the small bamboo tube just now in his hand, and said coldly to Luo Zhongxia: "I said, I'm already polite enough, don't toast without eating and punishing me." Wine." Luo Zhongxia just closed his eyes and remained silent. "Okay, since that's the case, I won't ask any more. Anyway, when I collect your pen spirit, I'll know what it is." Qin Yi said bitterly, holding up the small bamboo pen holder, the rare pen on his head was shining brightly, a huge pain instantly crawled all over Luo Zhongxia's nerves. "what!!" Luo Zhongxia yelled in pain, but Qin Yi remained unmoved and continued to exert pressure until his nerves were all crushed.At this moment, Luo Zhongxia's body trembled suddenly, and his muscles trembled at a very high frequency. When it reached the extreme, a wisp of blue light swirled out, lingering around his body. Originally, because the host didn't know how to use it, although the pen spirit ability in the body was abundant, there was nowhere to vent it, but now it was stimulated by strong external pressure, and its momentum became extremely fierce and powerful.The Qinglian pen spread out from the chest, and when the spiritual wave touched it, the erotic locks on both legs and right arm were instantly shattered by the shock. Qin Yi had expected this kind of thing to happen a long time ago, and she was both delighted and surprised.The joy is that the young man's pen spirit was finally forced out, and he can see his true colors; the surprise is that the power of this pen spirit is so powerful that it shattered his three rare locks with one strike.I saw that the blue light lingering around Luo Zhongxia's body became more and more intense, and finally condensed on the top of his head, converging into the shape of a brush.This pen is light and erratic, with ever-changing shapes; a wonderful green lotus flower blooms at the end of the pen, with seven petals, and the treasure looks solemn. Qin Yi could hardly believe his eyes, "Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, it is Qinglian's posthumous writing!" Luo Zhongxia recovered slowly at this time, seeing the blue lotus blooming, felt relieved for a while - but she still didn't know what to do next. Qin Yi's complexion became radiant, she swayed her waist habitually, and couldn't help but said happily: "God really favored me, first let me get Wuxin Sanzhuo, and then sent Qinglian's posthumous writing to my door, it's really worth it It takes a lot of work." She pointed the bamboo pen holder at Luo Zhongxia, "You are lucky to be part of my collection!" Between the words, it seemed that she was sure that Qinglian would be in her pocket. "Damn, what a breath!" With Qinglian appearing, Luo Zhongxia's courage grew. "Then, you have to be careful." After Qin Yi finished speaking, his figure disappeared suddenly, and the whole courtyard could only hear the sound of extremely fast footsteps echoing among the four walls.The Linjiao pen flew into the air, and every penny was scattered, and every penny turned into a strange thing, there were locks and swords, dragons and fish, all of a sudden, the sky was full of chaos, turbulent rushing.Zhang Maoxian is well-known for natural resources, with extensive knowledge, and his rare pens are full of spirit, so they are naturally unpredictable and eclectic. Luo Zhongxia was dazzled and wanted to resist, but found that he couldn't do anything. He thought "Move" in his heart, but Qinglian Wenfeng didn't move; he shouted "Move" again, but it still didn't move.The green lotus bloomed just now, purely because it was forced out of the body due to excessive external pressure.If the host cannot agree with it, it will not help. He is not moving, but the enemy is moving. Hearing several muffled bang bang bang bangs, the helpless Luo Zhongxia was hit by these things. These strange things were all transformed by spiritual energy. As soon as they entered the body, they turned back into the Unicorn Lock. Lock his whole body tightly. Luo Zhongxia's whole body suddenly collapsed to the ground, no different from a vegetable. Seeing a successful blow, Qin Yi showed her figure, parted her red lips lightly, and kissed Luo Zhongxia: "Goodbye, dishonest little guy." She slowly raised two fingers, just rubbing them together , Lin Jiaosuo will immediately cut off his nerves, bringing Luo Zhongxia's twenty-three years of life to an end. Luo Zhongxia knew that the situation was beyond serious, and he was powerless. When he was in despair, a sentence that Xiaorong once said suddenly flashed through his mind: Watching poetry is like watching the heart, the deeper the acquaintance, the deeper the joy. Watch poetry? What poems are you watching? Snapped. Qin Yi rubbed his fingers together, and the Unicorn Lock was activated. ... 〖Rizhao censer produces purple smoke, Looking at the waterfall hanging in the front of the river. Flying down three thousand feet, It is suspected that the Milky Way falls for nine days. 〗 A seven character quatrain, twenty-eight characters. As soon as the word is heard, the blue lotus blooms, and the horns and corners are broken. Luo Zhongxia slowly got up from the ground, and the Qinglian's posthumous pen on the top of his head vibrated again in the clouds, just to welcome the morning sun and the morning sun, shining golden light. This song "Looking at the Lushan Waterfall" was written by Li Bai when he was traveling to Lushan Mountain in his prime. It has been widely spread for thousands of years. Even a three-year-old child can recite it silently.Although Luo Zhongxia is not familiar with the subtleties of banishing immortals, he is very familiar with this poem. When encountering a critical moment, he will naturally react instinctively without thinking. Everyone in the past dynasties commented on this poem, and they all called it "magnificence" and "extraordinary beauty".The brilliance of poetry is just in line with the essence of poetry, so that it can immediately penetrate the spirit of the master's pen, making people's pens unite and inspirations converging.If it is changed to the second song, it will not be able to break through the Unicorn Lock so easily. Under the good situation, Qin Yi was not at all psychologically prepared for such a drastic change, his face instantly swelled purple. At this time, the Qinglian pen is affected by the spiritual energy, and when it is moved, the wind and clouds will expand, and when it is moved again, the green energy will be blocked.Under this pressure, the Linjiao pen flinched slightly.The fallen leaves in the small courtyard were blown and swirled into blossoming vortices. "It doesn't make sense!" Unwilling to give up, she joined her four fingers together, and the Unicorn Pen released several Unicorn Locks, which directly locked Luo Zhongxia's heart.As long as the heart tendon can be locked, the enemy can be killed.It's just that the reality is never as good as the theory, and when the lin horn lock flew halfway, Luo Zhongxia swiped his hand across and chanted loudly: "The sun shines on the censer to produce purple smoke." At this time, the sky was bright and the golden crow was rising in the east, matching the image of the sun.As far as the sunlight reaches, purple smoke curls up, blocking the castration of Linjiao. "Looking at the waterfall hanging in the front of the river." The purple smoke spread out, forming a barrier between Luo Zhongxia and Qin Yi, about ten meters high.This barrier is like a purple tide rising from the sea, turbulent and rolling, and from time to time there are waves standing upright, as if this wall of smoke can turn into a huge wave and beat down at any time, sweeping everything. Qin Yi also knew that what Luo Zhongxia was reading was "Wanglushan Waterfall", and when she thought of the next sentence being "flying down three thousand feet", her pretty face immediately changed color.As long as Luo Zhongxia uttered this sentence, there was no need to "suspect that the Milky Way fell for nine days", and he would have been shot to death by the raging smoke.The Linjiao pen is just a small thing, and it is helpless in the face of such an attack——Although Zhang Maoxian is a virtuous person, how can he be as good as Li Taibai! On the verge of desperation, Qin Yi gritted his teeth secretly, recalled the Unicorn Pen, closed his eyes and concentrated.The Linjiao pen seemed to have sensed the determination of its owner, and flew to the front of the person and kept beeping, with a hidden sound of clanging.Qin Yi opened his eyes suddenly, and with a shake of his arms, he pulled out two long swords with sharp edges from the pen tube of the rare horn. One Longquan, one Tai Ah. Zhang Maoxian once had a glimpse of the great prosperity of Longguang in Wuzhong, and went to try to dig it himself, and got two ancient sword handles, holding them like treasures.Therefore, although there are many changes in the rare pen, it is the most perfect with these two swords.Qin Yi usually refuses to show others this way, but now it is really a last resort. She raised the two swords high above her head, and a wave of spiritual energy evaporated from the top of her head, trying to turn the tide. "Flying down three thousand feet." With a soft groan, the smoke screen was like a huge wave. It first started up thousands of feet, and then flew down from the zenith, smashing into the rock. The entire courtyard was submerged by purple waves for a while. After the waves passed, there was no one in the courtyard, only a small bamboo tube and two broken swords were left on the ground.