Chapter 23 Chapter Twenty

Zhang Chang was Jing Zhaoyin during Emperor Xuan of the Han Dynasty.He is upright and capable, and he is a famous official of a generation.Zhang Chang's wife was injured when she was young, and the corners of her eyebrows were incomplete, so he held the ink pen every day to draw her eyebrows carefully.Later, someone brought this incident to Emperor Xuan for the crime of corrupting customs. When Emperor Xuan questioned the matter at the court meeting, Zhang Chang calmly replied: "The joy of the boudoir is better than that of thrushes." It is a good story, that is, the allusion of "Zhang Chang Thrush".This story is so cute that even Ban Chao, who is known for his rigidity, couldn't help but write down this anecdote in Huanghuang's "Han Shu".

"I rely on it!" Over the simple and dignified Fayuan Temple, a resounding swearing suddenly erupted. Yan Zheng was also guessing what kind of pen he could get, but he never expected it to be such a powdery thing.After listening to Monk Peter's explanation, he was greatly disappointed.Although caring for women is worthy of respect, but his pen spirit sounds really weak, compared with Ling Yun, Qing Lian, Yong Xu, Lin Jiao, etc., his momentum is much worse. "I thought it would be so majestic." Yan Zheng was very disappointed, he stretched out his fingers and looked again and again.Monk Peter laughed aloud, and said with relief: "Benefactor Yan doesn't know something. Although Zhang Chang is a follower, he is also self-willed. It is clearly recorded in history books: every time he retired from the imperial court, he deliberately chose to go to the famous red light district in Chang'an. In Zhangtai Street, they even took off their masks to flatter their horses, and invited prostitutes to pay their respects. This kind of maverick behavior can be regarded as an anomaly in the Han Dynasty.”

When Yan Zheng heard it, his worries turned into joy, he patted his legs repeatedly, and said happily, "This is good, it suits my mouth." "I knew this was suitable for Benefactor Yan." Monk Peter raised his eyes slightly. "Naturally, that's what I like the most." Yan Zheng suddenly changed the subject, "Have you ever heard of the Ten Commandments of the Martial Arts Association?" Seeing that no one answered, he replied by himself: "It's just not allowed. Drink too much, don't fight, etc." Everyone thought he was going to preach martial arts, but Yan Zheng slapped his chest and said triumphantly, "I am the only one who violated all the Ten Commandments."

This sentence caused Luo Zhongxia, Er Zhuzi and Monk Peter to laugh. Even Zeng Guifen couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "It seems that this open pen and you are really a match made in heaven." Politics is diluted to nothing, this guy seems to have the kind of fate that makes everything easier. At this time, the sky was getting dark, and the sky light lifted a corner of the night, and gradually tore it apart, labeling it as day.For Luo Zhongxia, the crazy night was coming to an end, which made him somewhat relieved.What happened in the past twelve hours was simply more than what he had encountered in a month.If he has read Li Bai's poems, he will definitely feel a lot about the line "everything happens like a torrent".

A morning gray sparrow landed on the corner of the ancient building and uttered a crisp chirp.Zeng Guifen coughed, bringing those who had just fallen into a little joy back to reality. "In any case, Mr. Luo, we have to take you back. As for the true meaning of the Qinglian pen, we will explain it to you slowly on the way. I think you will understand after listening." She raised her index finger and spoke Be polite but firm. "Hey, hey...you don't want to decide who else will stay, okay?" Luo Zhongxia's relaxed mood suddenly became tense again, "I'm a college student, and I still have to prepare for professional exams and CET-4!"

Monk Peter approached Zeng Guifen, and asked in a low voice: "Qin Yi's matter has just begun to emerge, and Wei Shiran reappeared. Teacher, don't you want to continue the investigation?" Zeng Guifen glanced at Luo Zhongxia, and said in a firm tone: "I will report the matter of the two of them to the patriarch before making a decision. Now that Qinglian's posthumous writings have been obtained, this is a big deal. Since the old Li of the Zhuge family already knows, he will definitely If there is action, we will go back as soon as possible, so as not to have long nights and dreams." Monk Peter nodded in agreement.

Yan Zheng pulled Luo Zhongxia, and asked: "Hey, if you leave, what about Xiaorong? Where is Zheng He?" Luo Zhongxia smiled bitterly, "You think I want to leave. Ever since I got into trouble with this branch Qinglian pen, I became Tang monk meat, everyone wants to grab a bite." Yan Zheng suddenly thought of something, put his hand into his pocket, and muttered as he took it out: "I just wanted to say, here is a copy of Xiaorong for you things... I'll look for them, I remember putting them in my pants pocket..." Before he turned over, he saw Er Zhuzi step forward suddenly, and said, "Someone is coming!" Monk Peter tilted his head, "Is it the staff of Fayuan Temple? The sanitation workers are very busy morning."

"No." Er Zhuzi shook his head resolutely, "It's the person with a pen, and there's more than one." Although Er Zhuzi doesn't look simple and honest, he has an extremely keen sense of the environment.When he said this, everyone present was shocked.Zeng Guifen pondered for a moment, and said, "Is it coming here?" Erzhuzi lay down on the ground and listened quietly for a while, then got up to pat the dirt on his legs, and replied, "Three people, the sound of footsteps is Go straight in this direction, you should be there in half a minute.” "Get out of the way, Peter."

Monk Peter heard the teacher's call, and immediately called everyone to stand behind him, clasping his hands together.An invisible barrier surrounded them, completely matching the surrounding bushes. "Master Peter's move is very good." Yan Zheng praised, but Zeng Guifen gave him a look, "This barrier is fragile and tight, and it depends on Peter's breath to maintain it. Don't talk nonsense." Yan Zheng shrank his neck, Ben I wanted to say a few words to Luo Zhongxia, but I swallowed them. As soon as this side disappeared, there was a rush of footsteps over there, mixed with heavy panting.Soon three people appeared on the gravel path near the ancient monument.The leader was a young man with a crew cut. He was wearing a suit and leather shoes, and he was holding another man with his right hand.The man who was dragged was hunched over, gasping for breath from time to time, his legs could barely move, and he seemed to have been seriously injured.But the young man didn't pay any attention to it, and just dragged forward.Behind the two of them was a middle-aged man, wearing a peaked cap, with a fair face, as delicate as a baby, and quite eunuch-like.

The young man walked up to Zhang Zhu's ancient stele, looked up at the inscription, and moved his palm on the stele a few inches.There was a sinister smile on his lips, and he let go of the man casually.The man lost his support, and immediately fell to the ground like a puddle of ooze, his bent body looked like a crayfish. "Zhuge Chun, it really is here." He shouted to the square-faced man behind him.The middle-aged man came over, closed his eyes and felt it carefully, took a deep breath, patted his right hand lightly, and said happily: "Yes, yes, I have walked all the way, only to feel that the spirit of the pen is gradually stagnant, this is indeed a land of heavy spirits .”

"Here, you are not afraid of not being able to close your pen." The young man kicked the person who fell to the ground. Luo Zhongxia hid behind Monk Peter's barrier and felt chills all over his body.He remembered the stern-faced young man very clearly. It was Ou Zilong who broke into Changchun's thrift store two days ago and got him involved in this series of weird incidents. Ou Zilong didn't know that the boy in the thrift store was watching him, he squatted down and turned the man over quickly, unzipped his jacket, raised his head and said to Zhuge Chun, "The people from the religious association will be there soon." It's time for work, let's hurry up." Zhuge Chun unhurriedly took his hands out of his pockets, patted his cheeks, and suddenly laughed, "If Lao Li knows that we are actually killing people and taking pens, I'm afraid we will be finished." "Are you scared?" "Oh, no, I'm just a little emotional." Zhuge Chun said. Ou Zilong straightened up impatiently, took out a short knife from his pocket and shook it: "Get ready quickly, I will stab his heart in a while, and he will die in half a second, you should pay attention to the whereabouts of the pen spirit. " Zhuge Chun took out a pen holder similar to Qin Yi's from his pocket, opened his mouth and pointed it at the unfortunate guy, and picked up a pen holder with his other hand at some point.This pen hanging is made of colored glaze, the whole body is amber in color, and there are two dragon heads at both ends of the pen bridge, which looks ferocious and fierce. I saw a ray of light slowly flowing out from Zhuge Chun's finger, and the light gradually covered the pen holder.The pen holder is like an awakened beast sitting on the roof, baring its teeth and dancing its claws, it seems to be alive.Ou Zilong threw it into the air, and the pen hanger flew to mid-air and stopped, hanging there leisurely, with the two dragon heads condescending, staring at the pen in the chest of the fallen man. The ancients said that a good bird chooses a tree to live on, a good minister chooses a master to serve, and a good pen chooses to hang and rest.The pen is a gentleman, and the pen holder is the model of a gentleman. Therefore, the pen must be used as a model when receiving a brush, so that the spirit of the pen can be tied, and then it can be put into the pen holder. Zhuge Chun took out another piece of ink, spread out his palm, and used the palm of his hand as the inkstone to grind a few times.After a while, the mist in the palm of the hand was steaming, and there was a slight accumulation of ink.He flicked his hand casually, and the ink flew out in an arc, which happened to sprinkle around the man, like a black snake circling. "I'm ready, you can start." Zhuge Chun said. Ou Zilong held the sharp knife behind his back and gradually approached the man's right eyeball.The victim was already in a semi-comatose state, unable to move, and could only sit and wait for death. Three centimeters, two centimeters, one centimeter. When the sharp blade of the knife just touched the pupil, three voices shouted at the same time: "Stop!!" Luo Zhongxia, Yan Zheng and Er Zhuzi stood up and shouted at the same time, and Monk Peter's barrier immediately lost its effect.Although they were cowardly, casual, or straightforward, they couldn't sit idly by in the face of such cruel things. These people suddenly appeared out of thin air, but Ou Zilong just raised his eyebrows, his expression remained unchanged.He withdrew his blade, stood up calmly and said, "You guys are hiding well, I admire you." Zeng Guifen also appeared at this time, she put her hands in her sleeves, and said coldly: "Killing people and picking up pens, I really admire the good disciples taught by Zhuge's family." After hearing her words, Ou Zilong's eyes suddenly became fierce. He scanned the five people in front of him with a wolf-like gaze, and finally stopped his gaze on Luo Zhongxia's face. "Aren't you..." Luo Zhongxia expected that there was no way to hide, so he straightened his chest, "That's right, Qinglian's posthumous writing is here with me." "Very good, very good." Ou Zilong laughed loudly, took off his suit, revealing a black shirt and the muscles under the shirt, "I couldn't find you around, but you automatically delivered to the door, that's very good." Luo Zhongxia retorted: "A defeated general dares to speak bravely?" "I didn't know the truth back then, so I let you and Miss Wei's family go, but today you are not so lucky." "Go ahead and talk big, there are five of us, and you only have two." "Kill one by one, it's two to zero." Ou Zilong squeezed his fist casually, making a rattling sound. Monk Peter quietly asked: "This is the Ou Zilong who put the pen into your body?" Luo Zhongxia nodded.Monk Peter sighed: "I don't think Zhuge's family has been born for a long time, but they have fallen like this." "It's not your turn to comment!" As soon as the words were finished, Ou Zilong punched Luo Zhongxia with a punch that moved like a thunderbolt.Er Zhuzi was the first to react. He stepped between Ou Zilong and Luo Zhongxia, and clamped Ou Zilong's arms with both hands.Unexpectedly, Ou Zilong changed midway, and Ling Yunbi exploded from the Lingtai without warning, and a gust of wind blew into Er Zhuzi's eyes.Er Zhuzi was not on guard, his eyes were fascinated all of a sudden, and his moves froze.Ou Zilong's fist did not relax, and he continued to punch Luo Zhongxia. Luo Zhongxia stayed where he was, unable to react in time.Seeing that the situation was not good, Monk Peter immediately stood in front of him, bent his fingers, and formed an air shield in front of him.Ou Zilong's fist hit the shield with a loud clang, and the two of them each took a few steps back, the grass behind them rustling. Ou Zilong shook his wrist, quite surprised, "You don't have a pen skill, but you have some ability." Luo Zhongxia was taken aback, and quickly asked Zeng Guifen, "Does Monk Peter not have a pen skill?" Zeng Guifen said: "The spirit of the pen is not something everyone can get. Those who can be the hosts are lucky people, such as Yan Zheng and you. We know that we have little virtue, but we never expect it-but don't worry, we will always be The descendants of Bizuka will not be bullied by others." She deliberately comforted Luo Zhongxia, but secretly she was a little worried.Luo Zhongxia and Yan Zheng, who became monks on the way, are impure in strength after all; but seeing Ou Zilong's refined movements just now, his pen spirit can be sent and received with ease, it is obvious that he is practicing the authentic method, which cannot be underestimated.Back then, Wei Qing was able to kill several elders of the Wei family whose skill was several times higher, and it was also due to the power of Pei Jianbi.Whether the pen official holds a pen or not, there can be several differences in strength. Here Ou Zilong has already made another attack. He aimed at Luo Zhongxia and sent out more than a dozen punches in a row, all of which were vigorous and powerful.Monk Peter stood firmly in front of him, taking a 100% defensive position. Half a meter of his body was tightly wrapped by an air mask, and he was able to withstand Ou Zilong's storm-like attack. Luo Zhongxia felt anxious, wanted to activate the pen spirit but couldn't.Zeng Guifen understood his doubts, and said from the side: "Peter is good at defending, but he never attacks." Luo Zhongxia said anxiously: "How can we win if we don't attack?" "Attacks come from someone." As soon as the words fell, the second pillar had already rushed up.Ou Zilong knew that this foolish boy had strong punches, so he didn't want to fight him head-on, so he took two steps back.Monk Peter saw the gap, and took two quick steps forward, with the air shield covering the two pillars just right.Ou Zilong wanted to fight back again, and the two pillars had already been included in the protection of the air shield.When he hesitated, Erzhuzi rushed forward and punched him violently. Monk Peter followed closely behind, enclosing him in the circle again. The two cooperated with each other in an incomparable tacit understanding, pressing every step of the way.Ou Zilong had no choice but to retreat again and again. Seeing that his back was almost against a green wall, and there was no way to retreat, this man's bravery was aroused.He let out a low growl, and Ling Yunbi, who had been looming behind him, appeared in his true form. A huge and upright brush appeared above everyone's heads in awe-inspiring manner, surrounded by smoke and clouds, and there was a whistling wind. Although Ou Zilong is arrogant, he is not careless. He knows that these three people are not ordinary people, so he will use all his strength when he calls out the magic pen. I saw a sudden change of wind and cloud within a square inch above the ancient stele, and layers of misty clouds surged in, completely covering the rising sun, a gloomy cloud, and the surroundings looked like a ruin.When Monk Peter saw it, he couldn't help but praised: "Han fu is the most important in terms of appearance. I saw it today, and the Lingyun pen really looks like Lingyun." Ou Zilong grinned, and the fierce light in his eyes became more and more intense. Luo Zhongxia looked at Yan Zheng, who stretched out his fingers and shook his head helplessly.Among his ten fingers, only the middle finger of his left showed a slight red light, which obviously hadn't recovered yet. Suddenly there was a strong gust of wind in the sky, with patches of dark clouds wrapping around Ou Zilong's right arm. The two winds covered the sun and the sun, changing without direction. The series of fluttering big characters is quite similar to the state in "Ode to Adults".In the past, Sima Xiangru wrote "Ode to a Great Master", and Emperor Wu praised it when he saw it: "It has the meaning of Lingyun's air traveling between heaven and earth." Lingyun's pen name comes from this meaning.So once Ou Zilong used it, his power was beyond comparison with ordinary rhetoric. "Let's try this punch again!" Ou Zilong threw another punch, this time it was a real blow.Monk Peter didn't dare to push him too hard, and went forward with all his strength.Unexpectedly, the strength of Ou Zilong's fist is like a Chinese Fu parallel poem, continuous and continuous.Tens of seconds later, the air shield finally couldn't bear it, and it shattered into a few strands of chaotic air with a bang. Monk Peter pushed away the two pillars with a wave of his sleeve, his shoulders shook violently, and he stepped back dozens of steps before standing still. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. "open!" A scream suddenly cut into the formation abruptly, blocking Ou Zilong's continuous offensive.However, Han Fu runs through with momentum, but is not very particular about rhythm.Zeng Guifen's whistling only slightly disturbed the flow of clouds, the wind and clouds cleared up a bit, and then returned to the original state. But this light blow already surprised Ou Zilong quite a bit.He didn't expect this plain old lady to have such profound skills.He hastily withdrew his hands and followed Xiaosheng vigilantly. Zeng Guifen frowned slightly, and slowly stretched out her hands from her sleeves.A string of unvoiced sounds emerges from between the lips, just like the famous drum work "Linglong Tower".Although Zeng Guifen didn't have a pen, she learned from the Xihe Dagu when she was young that the method of using qi to control sound and rhyme to control qi can use words to speak force, and the faster the words, the stronger the force. The tongue twister of <Linglong Pagoda> originally had a crisp voice, and her words were urgent, and coupled with her self-cultivation, she really responded to "big pearls and small pearls falling on a jade plate". "Linglong Pagoda, Linglong Pagoda, the first floor of Linglong Pagoda..." As soon as the words were over, Zeng Guifen's voice came over like boiling oil.One by one crisp sounds flew out, hitting Ou Zilong's cloud barrier one after another, forming countless small vortices of air flow.The elders of the Wei family, after all, have extraordinary abilities. She has no pen, and she can stand up to Ling Yunbi. Ou Zilong's cloud energy was originally formed in one go, but now it was turned into a vortex, and its momentum was greatly reduced.Monk Peter and Er Zhuzi naturally wouldn't let go of this opportunity, waiting for the opportunity to step forward and fight again. These three people perform their own duties, and they seem to be gaining an advantage.Unexpectedly, when the Linglong Pagoda reached the third floor, the sound stopped abruptly.Zeng Guifen's complexion suddenly changed, and she couldn't help but press her left chest and bend down. "No! She has a heart attack again!" Luo Zhongxia was shocked. Zeng Guifen was the backbone of this group of people, so why did she suffer from an illness at this juncture. He looked around, and suddenly found that Zhuge Chun was standing not far away, with a relaxed expression, as if he had turned a blind eye to the dramatic battle just now.