Chapter 17 Chapter Fourteen

The pen boy is refined from ordinary people, the human body is the body, the lake pen is the orifice, and the pen hair extends into eight extraordinary meridians.The writing brush is originally made of bamboo and wood, and has never been inspired, so the brush has no thoughts and thoughts, and its only characteristic is its infinite power.If they were hit head-on by them, a normal person like Luo Zhongxia's physical body would not be able to bear it at all. Yan Zheng's arms sank, and he heard a shrill groan and then a heart-piercing scream in his ears, thinking that his spine was probably broken; then thinking of his hands flying into flames, he would still kill him. After catching it, the feeling of panic doubled from the top of the peak.

Feeling panicked and weak, he subconsciously let go of his hands and threw Luo Zhongxia to the ground. He closed his eyes, unable to bear to watch that human tragedy.Fortunately, the ground was covered with thick velvet blankets. Luo Zhongxia dropped his body to the ground, making only a muffled crashing sound. Yan Zheng was very frustrated. He wanted to be a superhero, but he never thought that he would kill one of his own people as soon as he made a move.He raised his hands in disappointment, but was surprised to find that among his ten fingers that were originally covered in flames, the little finger of his left hand had faded and returned to normal.

A faint groan came from under his feet suddenly, Yan Zheng quickly lowered his head to look, and saw Luo Zhongxia rolling around on the ground like a cabbage caterpillar, moaning, but his skin was not scorched like a roast duck Rinen. Yan Zheng hurriedly leaned down and shouted: "Hey, are you still alive?" He gestured with both hands to help, but stopped halfway, not daring to approach.Hearing the call, Luo Zhongxia barely raised his head, "It depends on what your standard is..." After speaking, he stood up unsteadily, straightened his waist - Yan Zheng noticed that he was pale , there is nothing unusual about the whole body.

This change surprised Xiaorong and the five-color pen officials in the dark. They all knew the weight of the pen boy's hand, and they all guessed that Luo Zhongxia's bones were broken after being punched.Now that the predictions came to nothing, the two of them couldn't help but stop their movements, and the originally fierce battle came to a halt. "What...Could it be that Qinglian's posthumous writing has already..." The person in the darkness exclaimed. "Taibai Relics, how can a mere Jiang Yan see through it!" Xiao Rong didn't miss any opportunity to ridicule him, and brought up two clouds of snow mist, trying to use the opacity of the snow to cover the five-color light.

"I do not believe!" Feeling being fooled, the voice suddenly increased, and a pen boy sensed the master's order, and rushed forward.Luo Zhongxia was caught off guard, and was hit by an uppercut aimed at the chin.This time everyone saw it for real, Luo Zhongxia was hit head-on, fell on his back, and blood flew in the air. Yan Zheng next to him supported Luo Zhongxia's shoulders so that he would not fall to the ground, but he secretly groaned in his heart.Judging from his experience, Luo Zhongxia's jaw has been dislocated by the beating, and the mandible and jaw may have been crushed.But the moment his palm touched Luo Zhongxia's shoulder, Yan Zheng suddenly felt a heat gushing out from the palm, flowing into the opponent's body along the shoulder.With the influx of heat, Luo Zhongxia's originally painful expression began to slow down, and soon his mouth could open and close.

At this time, Yan Zheng noticed that the red light on his left ring finger also quietly went out.His mind turned quickly, and he immediately thought of the greatest possibility. "Could it be that... my hands are not flames, but first aid spray?" He was talking to himself, but the three people around him could hear him clearly.Xiaorong was both surprised and happy, Luo Zhongxia was a little more afraid in addition to being pleasantly surprised - if Yan Zheng's pen spirit didn't have this kind of effect, I'm afraid he has already been called by the Lord. Now that Yan Zheng was backing him, Luo Zhongxia's fear gradually subsided and his anger grew.It's not his fault, anyone who has just been beaten twice and almost lost his life will also get angry--the clay figurines have an earthy nature, and Tyson still bites people when he is in a hurry.

Taibai's poetic realm was originally based on talent, letting go of the poems, turning the poems at will, all driven by a single emotion in the five inner circles.When Luo Zhongxia got angry, his mind changed, and the relationship between Yuanshen and Biling was smooth and smooth; Qinglian got emotional nourishment and became more radiant. The four pen boys had already readjusted their formation, and came again under the cover of the five-color light.Luo Zhongxia settled down for a while, and finally thought of a suitable poem - and she was sure it was Li Bai's. "Moonlight in front of the bed,"

Moaning softly, the entire corridor suddenly overflowed with blue light, and the five-color light suddenly shrank a little, and he dared not move lightly. "It's suspected to be frost on the ground." Xiao Rong had been trying her best to fly frost and cover snow just now. Although she was repeatedly blocked by the five-color pen and couldn't make a move, the corridor space was already extremely cold and covered with ice and snow particles.As soon as Luo Zhongxia's words were spoken, the particles floating in various places immediately condensed in one place, settled to the ground, and covered the carpet with a thick layer of frosty silver.

The five-color rays of light have been completely suppressed, and Xiao Rongfei, who has no more worries, is in front of a few pen boys.In an instant, a pen boy was cut off in the middle by the ice pick, and fell heavily on the ice, turning into two severed pens.Seeing that things were not going well, the other three pen boys turned to attack Luo Zhongxia.Luo Zhongxia rolled on the spot, avoiding the sharp edge on the smooth ice surface, and could barely finish the next two sentences: "Look up at the bright moon, lower your head and think of your hometown." These two sentences are full of sentimental wishes, and the words are so gloomy between every move and low.A pen boy pretended to follow, but was suddenly enveloped in a blue light, his movements suddenly became sluggish, his joints creaked, and he was as slow as a turtle.Seeing the situation, Xiaorong picked up the Yongxu pen, and the tip of the pen swept out two streams of icy air, freezing it completely.

The five-color pen official in the dark was caught off guard by this series of changes. The pen boy lost half of it in a few seconds, and the five-color light was so suppressed that he couldn't lift his head. The situation was not good. "I have had pens with Qing for many years, and I can return them when I see you." Xiaorong never forgot to taunt him.This sentence is what Guo Pu said to Jiang Yan back then, and now it is said by Xiao Rong, it is obviously a mockery of that person's inability to get on the stage. This time the five-color pen official has learned his lesson, knowing that he can't compete with Xiaorong in terms of words, he simply pretended not to hear, but said in a deep voice: "I will cut off your hope first!"

The two surviving pen boys immediately rushed towards Yan Zheng after hearing the master's order.His intentions were obvious. Yan Zheng's pen spirit could only be recovered, but he had no combat power. As long as he disabled the recoverer first, it would be much easier to deal with the enemy.The ancient art of war cuts off the food path first, and the modern video game kills the priests of the recovery system first. This is the same principle. Xiaorong and Luo Zhongxia were startled by this move of encircling Wei and saving Zhao. One waved his sleeve and flew out two ice picks; the other flew forward, but the reaction was too slow.The bamboo fists of the two pen boys hit Yan Zheng's face and lower abdomen in the blink of an eye, and they only needed half a point forward to kill him. But this half point is insurmountable. Yan Zheng moved his palms up and down, each blocking the fist of a pen boy.He moved lightly, and drew a half circle with both hands. Immediately, the two pen boys were pushed forward by his own strength, and fell to the ground with two plops.Yan Zheng swung his wrist triumphantly, and made a smart gesture: "I'm sorry, the fortune teller told me that I have the third stage of Taijiquan." Luo Zhongxia asked in surprise, "You know Tai Chi?" Yan Zheng changed to "grab the bird's tail" again, and said with a smile: "Please call me the number one hand gesture master in the Taijiquan performance of the men's group under the 60kg class in the Internet cafes of Huaxia University." "..." Whether friend or foe, they were shocked by this series of gorgeous titles, and the corridor fell into a slightly comical silence for a moment. "Don't think I don't read enough!" The voice in the dark roared, feeling that he had been fooled and was very angry.The sound echoed in the hallway. Yan Zheng didn't say anything, but turned his head and listened thoughtfully, then a smile appeared on his lips.He put away his moves, and walked towards a certain direction in the darkness with great determination. Xiaorong and Luo Zhongxia didn't understand what he was going to do, but the five-color pen officer immediately saw his intentions and became very nervous: "What are you going to do?" Yan Zheng didn't answer, but just walked quickly, and the five-color pen official hurriedly sent the two pen boys who had just got up from the ground to intercept him.Bi Tong quickly ran to Yan Zheng's side, swung his fist and smashed it. He raised his arm to block it, and the bone in his right arm broke with a click.Yan Zheng snorted, but didn't stop walking for a moment. He just raised his left hand and touched the broken arm.The red light of another finger disappeared, and the broken bone was reborn. This method seems to be messy, but it is very effective.The pen boy broke Yan Zheng's arm several times in a row, and the clicking sound was endless, but he still couldn't stop the scary guy from moving forward.When Yan Zheng still had two fingers still glowing red, he finally walked to a certain place in the dark corridor. "Today, let's count it as a tie!" The voice in the darkness suddenly became very panicked, and the five-color light hissed back.To Yan Zheng's ears, the voice was close at hand. He swung his left hand to block the last attack of the pen boy, followed up with his right hand to recover, and then used his newly recovered left hand to reach forward and grab a figure in his hand . "Tie is not my style!" Yan Zheng looked down, he couldn't see his opponent's face clearly in the dark, but he could roughly tell that he was not tall, he was a short and fat man, and he seemed to be wearing a pair of glasses.Yan Zheng picked him up by the neck and lifted him up like a toy. Once the leader was captured, the two pen boys were like puppets with broken strings, lying limp on the ground, unable to move.The fat man with glasses tried to struggle, but Yan Zheng punched him in the lower abdomen and let out a scream. "Hey, you broke my arm at least seventeen times, and now you can't take it anymore with one punch back?" The fat man with glasses glanced at Yan Zheng's right middle finger that was still shining red, and replied timidly: "Seven times at most..." Yan Zheng stretched out his middle finger in front of his eyes alone, and cursed: "Bah! Seven times Not too many!" After he finished speaking, he punched him several more times, causing the fat man with glasses to scream, and soon he became bruised and swollen, and he was in a panic.The boxing method does not conform to the way of Taiji Chongxu and harmony, it is just a word of cruelty.In the end, Yan Zheng withdrew his fist in a slap, and said seriously: "I should have punched you more, but since I saw Haruhi Suzumiya just now, I should hit you less." "Many, thank you..." the fat man with glasses gasped. "But you use spiders to scare girls, and your sin is unforgivable!" The fist that had been retracted hit it again. "Wow!" This punch was really hard, and it hit the nose of the fat man with glasses, and blood gushed out immediately.The fat man with glasses was crying and moaning indistinctly. Yan Zheng decided that this guy had completely succumbed, so he put him back on the ground, and said coldly, "Let me get rid of this shady layer first." "...Yes." The fat man with glasses knelt on the ground, and the five-color pen appeared in midair.Yan Zheng saw that this five-color pen was small and delicate, with a short front and purple hair, and the five colors flowed around him, he couldn't help but wonder, thinking that the only thing this pen has in common with its owner is probably the "length". "I said, let me give you an opinion." "You say you say." "The eloquence is not good, so I will talk less in the future. When the villain treats you like this, it is too cheap to be choked up by the little girl." "What you said is true." Fatty replied respectfully, not daring to show any dissatisfaction with the teasing words. The dark surroundings gradually faded away, Yan Zheng looked left and right, trying to find out the location of Xiaorong and Luo Zhongxia first.The fat man with glasses lying on the floor saw the right moment, and suddenly jumped up and clasped his fingers together.The five-color light that was lying on the ground like a dead snake was suddenly pulled up, and the red was the most prominent.The fat man with glasses waved his index finger, and the red light turned a corner, immediately covering the unprepared Yan Zheng. "Wahahaha, let's shed tears of fear to your heart's content!!" The fat man with glasses didn't care to wipe off the blood on his face, and shouted excitedly.Before the laughter fell, Yan Zheng kicked him flying, kicking him heavily.Fatty fell from heaven to hell all of a sudden, rubbed his stomach in embarrassment, and shouted angrily: "...you... I obviously hit you!" "I'm sorry." Yan Zheng's head was red, and he rubbed his hair nonchalantly, "I'm a bit of a bastard, and I don't have any hypocritical psychological trauma." Another kick kicked him into a somersault. Yan Zheng took out a pack of napkins from his pocket and threw it to the fat man with glasses: "Hurry up and wipe it clean, so as not to scare the girls after seeing it." The fat man with glasses took the napkin shyly and wiped the blood off his face.In the next few minutes, he didn't dare to make a mistake, so he had to slowly remove the shady scene. As the darkness faded, Yan Zheng found out that they had been just wandering around in this short corridor, and Xiaorong and Luo Zhongxia were just a few meters away.The nurse on duty in the distance dozed off in front of the intensive care unit, not paying attention to the upheaval here. "Hey, here it is." Yan Zheng greeted the two of them, waved his hands, and suddenly felt a gust of wind around him.He hastily turned his head, and found that the persistent fat man had pounced on him again, but this time his target was Yan Zheng's only red middle finger. He knew that this healing ability would be automatically triggered as long as there was physical contact, so he fought desperately, no matter how hard Yan Zheng beat him, he would not let go.This tenacity greatly exceeded Yan Zheng's expectations, and he couldn't shake it off even if he tried his best. Finally, the fat man with glasses caught a chance and let his face touch the middle finger. The light of the middle finger suddenly went out. Fatty's face immediately flowed into a river of blood. Not to mention Fatty himself, even Yan Zheng was shocked by this turn of events.This healing ability has been used nine times without any difference. Why did it show the completely opposite result this time? Just when he was surprised by a flash of thought, the fat man in glasses rolled on the spot, using colored pens as a cover, and rushed to the stairs.By the time Xiaorong and Luo Zhongxia arrived beside Yan Zheng, he had disappeared at the stairway, leaving only a trail of blood stained on the carpet. The three of them looked at each other, feeling exhausted.The battle just now was full of ups and downs and dangers. There were no congratulatory words or cheers. Their first reaction was to sit back on the sofa and let out a long sigh of relief.Yan Zheng reached out and took out three cans of Red Bull from the plastic pocket next to the sofa, one can for each person.The cans had been frozen by Xiaorong's snowstorm just now, and the three people who had just experienced a fight were drinking it in their mouths, and it was refreshing and pleasant. After drinking a can of Red Bull, Luo Zhongxia recovered a lot, turned her head and sighed, "Hey, Yan Zheng, if it wasn't for you today, I would be finished." "It's easy to say." Yan Zheng had already drank it, playing with the empty can with his hands.Luo Zhongxia turned his head to look at Xiaorong again, recalling the scene of standing side by side during the deadly battle just now, both of them smiled slightly, and the slightest bit of unhappiness had disappeared. "By the way, do you now know the origin of Yan Zheng's pen spirit?" Luo Zhongxia asked. Xiaorong cast her eyes on Yan Zheng's two arms that had been broken several times. The tendons were clearly visible, and there was no sign of any breakage.Xiao Rong put her fingers on her temples and thought about it for a while, and finally said regretfully: "...Unexpectedly, at least among the pen spirits I have heard, there seems to be no match for it." "Could it be that the master of the pen mound also practiced Sun Simiao or Li Shizhen?" Luo Zhongxia was half nonsense and half serious guessing.Yan Zheng frowned, raised his ten fingers to look again and again, the red light had completely subsided: "But, if this has the ability to heal wounds, why did that fat man get blood all over his face when he touched it just now?" No one can answer. Finally, Yan Zheng shrugged his shoulders, saying that it didn't matter, and asked instead: "Xiao Rong, I also have a question." "Huh?" Xiao Rong sipped her drink, her complexion slowly turned rosy. "You hurt that guy just now, what happened to Jiang Yan and Guo Pu?" "What sauce to pickle? Preserved fruit?" Luo Zhongxia also brought her ears closer. Xiaorong rolled Luo Zhongxia's eyes, and said slowly: "Jiang Lang only made this allusion, have you heard of it?" Both of them nodded hurriedly.Xiaorong said again: "Jiang Lang, I mean Jiang Yan. He is a great writer in Nanliang, who is excellent in both poetry and prose. When he was in his forties, he dreamed of Guo Pu of the Jin Dynasty one day. Guo Pu I asked him to ask for a five-color pen. But after he returned the pen, his wits and ideas faded, and he was so depressed that he could no longer write good articles.” "I seem to have heard idiom stories when I was young..." Luo Zhongxia scratched her head. "That's right, that's how the idiom Jiang Langcaizhu came about." "So this five-color pen is the one we encountered today?" Xiao Rong nodded, "I heard from my grandfather that this event of returning the pen is also related to Bi Zhongda. The matter can be traced back to the time of Emperor Jin and Yuan. Guo Pu was the secretary of General Wang Dun at that time. He tried to rebel, but he failed to dissuade him, and was killed instead. The owner of the pen mound was in Shi'an at the time, discussing the Daoism with Ganbao. Guo Pu was dead when he arrived, and he could not refine his pen. The half-dispersed soul was stored in the pen container. It was not until two hundred years later in Nanliang that the owner of the pen mound found a suitable child shelter for the scattered soul, which was Jiang Yan." The two of them almost stared at each other, unable to speak.Xiaorong took a sip of red bull, and continued: "Jiang Yan got his literary name by virtue of Guo Pu's scattered soul. When he was in his forties, he had reached a peak in terms of talent, intelligence, and knowledge. The master of the pen mound sees the opportunity When he arrives, he appears in his dream, uses Jiang Yan's body, which has reached the pinnacle of literary talent, as the alchemy furnace, and finally refines the soul of Guo Pu, who is two hundred years late, into a five-color brush, and puts it back in the pen mound." "It sounds mysterious enough." Even Yan Zheng expressed such emotion. "Why have I never heard of this Guo Pu..." Luo Zhongxia became more and more confused as he listened.Xiaorong glanced at him, and said calmly: "There are not many works left by him, and most of them are in the field of annotation and exegesis. You can look for "Guo Hongnong Collection"." Luo Zhongxia closed his mouth knowingly, these things were too difficult for him.Xiaorong returned to the topic again, "Because of this allusion, this five-color pen has two levels of realms, one is Jiang Yan, which only has its appearance; the other is Guo Pu, which is the true source and heart. That guy just now can only control three colors, obviously he can only display Jiang Yan's strength." "The pen is a good pen, but it's a pity that it's not entrusted to anyone." Yan Zheng shook his head, and Luo Zhongxia gave him a suspicious look. He didn't know who he was referring to, and was afraid that he would say something nasty, so he hurriedly moved away. Changed the topic: "By the way, Yan Zheng, when did you learn Tai Chi?" Yan Zheng shook his head triumphantly, raised his hands and pushed back and forth: "I don't have a teacher, I learned it through correspondence." "Damn, correspondence Taijiquan, are you reliable or not?" When Luo Zhongxia heard that he was bragging again, he quickly waved his hands, "Come on, I didn't ask." After eating a can of Red Bull, his lower abdomen was a little distended, so he stood up and said, "I'm going to the bathroom. " The enemy had just retreated, and it was expected that there would be no danger in a short time, so Xiao Rong did not stop him. Luo Zhongxia walked out of the corridor alone, and walked towards the toilet along the signs.Next to the toilets on this level is the wing staircase.Luo Zhongxia was just about to step into the toilet, but suddenly there was a creaking door next to him, and then a hand was placed on his shoulder. "Luo Zhongxia?" asked a voice from behind.