Chapter 24 Chapter Twenty-One

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Yan Zheng grabbed Zeng Guifen's shoulder.Zeng Guifen waved his hand weakly, signaling to leave her alone, his brows furrowed again, obviously his heart hurts again, it seems that the illness is quite serious. When Luo Zhongxia saw Zhuge Chun standing beside him furtively, he felt suspicious and was about to step forward.Yan Zheng shouted loudly: "Go and help Erzhuzi and the others, I am here, and now only you can control that kid!" He held up his left middle finger and vibrated it vigorously in the air, which means first-class red light Help when you're done.

Luo Zhongxia didn't care about his ugly gestures, so she turned her head and focused on Ou Zilong.Right now, Zeng Guifen is ill, Monk Peter is injured, Er Zhuzi has no pen on his body, Yan Zheng has not recovered, and there is still one person on the other side who has not made a move yet.The only one you can rely on is yourself. As cowardly as he is, he has to cheer up in the face of a dangerous situation and put aside thoughts of withdrawing his pen. Luo Zhongxia licked his lips and clenched his fists, but his heart was beating wildly.Although Ou Zilong is strong, after all, he was once defeated by himself, so he should have some psychological advantage.But seeing him being so fierce, his self-confidence was unknowingly reduced.

At this moment, Erzhuzi was still fighting with Ou Zilong, but facing the Lingyun brush blowing by the strong wind, he was struggling left and right, only relying on his blood and pure kung fu to barely survive until now.Luo Zhongxia sighed, and shouted, "Er Zhuzi, I'll help you." "Mr. Luo, no." Monk Peter, who was leaning against the ancient stele, suddenly cut off his mouth, before wiping the blood from his mouth. "what?" "Have you forgotten? In the final analysis, the spirit of the pen is transformed by emotions. The Qinglian pen is known for its elegance, and it has been suppressed in this place of sorrow and injustice. It cannot be used. In the past, it was just sent to death."

Luo Zhongxia didn't believe it, so he tried to call Qinglian, and sure enough, his chest swelled, but the spirit of the brush couldn't be stretched, like a grandson monkey being crushed under the Five Elements Mountain.Luo Zhongxia was surprised: "But why can Ou Zilong use it?" Monk Peter said: "The spirit of the pen also has its own personality. Lingyun's pen is generous, so naturally it will not be affected by this place. If it is Du Fu's Qiufeng pen, Yi An Shuyu's pen and so on Here, the power may have to be increased. But Qinglian just...cough...cough..."

"Yes, but if I don't make a move, aren't we even more dangerous?" Monk Peter took off his glasses and put them into his arms, patted Luo Zhongxia on the shoulder, and forced a smile: "The ancestors of the pen tomb say, don't kill for the sake of picking up the brush, and don't see the dead without saving—we just follow the legacy of our ancestors That's all. What's more, Mr. Luo, you are Qinglian, we will risk our lives to keep you safe. Don't worry." Luo Zhongxia felt his nose a little sore for a moment.These people have only known him for a few hours, but now they are working hard for him, and he doesn't know what to say for a while.

The second pillar over there suddenly yelled, his right leg was pulled by the cloud and lost his balance, he was punched flying by Ou Zilong, and he flew more than ten meters away before landing heavily on the ground.Ou Zilong stopped his moves, glanced at Zeng Guifen, moved his wrist joints slightly, and said with a sneer, "Do you have any other juggling?" Monk Peter wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, stepped forward, and said calmly, "Amitabha, isn't Master Ou Shi afraid of violating the precepts of his ancestors?" "Rules are made by man, God has no eyes." Ou Zilong's ferocious nature was undoubtedly exposed. He pointed to the sky, and several clouds rolled up like waves, and the sunlight could not penetrate at all.

"In that case, we don't have a consensus?" Monk Peter glanced at Er Zhuzi. Although he was injured, he had thick skin and thick flesh. After rolling over, he got up by himself and stood next to Monk Peter. "The only thing you need to know is that you are all going to die." Ou Zilong shook his arms, the wind and cloud opened up, and the word "Nagato" suddenly appeared in the air, and another pattern suddenly appeared. "Changmen Fu" is different from Sima Xiangru's other works. It is intended to be spoken by concubines in the cold palace. "Floating Clouds", "Days of Darkness", "Sounds of Thunder", "Winds and Curtains"... The originally raging winds and clouds converged, condensed into large pieces of characters, and for a while the whole space was covered. These words are so full of words that even Zhang Zhu's ancient stele faintly resonates with each other.Without Zeng Guifen as a disturbance, it would be almost impossible for Monk Peter and Er Zhuzi to fight against him.

"Mr. Luo." Monk Peter turned his head and whispered. "Well?" "Look at the timing and escape." After saying this, Monk Peter and Er Zhuzi shook off the astonished Luo Zhongxia, one behind the other, and rushed forward against the wind again. At the same time, Yan Zheng carefully put Zeng Guifen on the ground, touched up and down, but couldn't find the medicine.He suddenly felt a wind blowing in his head, he suddenly raised his head, and found that the baby-faced Zhuge Chun had already stood in front of him. Without the slightest hesitation, Yan Zheng hit with a punch.The ink marks on Zhuge Chun's palms were still there, and with a flick of his finger, a few drops of ink flew out.Yan Zheng felt that this small drop of ink had the power to break a stone and crack a brick, so he immediately covered the front door with both hands, his calf tensed.Even so, he was thrown backwards.

"Why bother?" Zhuge Chun said, his words were sympathetic, "Or do you say that you know you are invulnerable, so you just want to die quickly?" Yan Zheng stood up again, looked down at the front of his coat, there were two ink dots on it, but it didn't seep into the inside at all, it can be seen that the blow just now was light as heavy, it was really ingenious. "You can really fight." Yan Zheng praised with a thumbs up. Zhuge Chun was quite surprised, "Aren't you afraid?" "Fear is natural, but it doesn't make sense not to fight because of fear." Yan Zheng still looked tired and unrestrained. He took out a coin from his pocket and put it on the back of his hand, and said, "Guess what?" .”

"Oh?" "Martial arts are not elegant enough, it's better to guess pros and cons. If you guess correctly, you will punch me, if you guess wrong, I will punch you, and the one who can't hold on first loses." Zhuge Chun was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed, "This is really interesting, what if I don't agree?" Yan Zheng shrugged, "At least I have a 100% chance of winning against you in coin guessing." Zhuge Chun glanced to the side. Monk Peter, Er Zhuzi, and Ou Zilong were fighting happily. Although the latter had the upper hand, it was difficult for him to completely knock them down for a while.He pinched his chin and pondered for a moment, then said happily, "That's fine, this bet is more elegant."

Yan Zheng flicked his thumb lightly, and the coin flew up and spun with a clang. With his right hand palm facing down, he slammed the coin with his left hand, pressing the coin onto the back of his right hand. "Guess." "Let's face it." Zhuge Chun said casually, as if he didn't care much about the result of the victory or defeat, like a cat patiently teasing a mouse. Yan Zheng moved his left hand away, and the coin turned upside down.Zhuge Chun tilted his head, folded his arms, and put on an appearance of a human sword, "I would like to admit defeat, you can fight." Yan Zheng spit on the ground, rolled up his sleeves, and waved a blow unceremoniously. Left uppercut.When Yan Zheng was in Daoer, he was nicknamed "Left-handed Yan" in the industry. Although he has been out of the arena for a long time, the power of this trick is still unabated. If an ordinary hooligan was hit head-on, at least his jaw would be half shattered.But when Yan Zheng's fist touched Zhuge Chun's cheek, it was as if he had hit a huge piece of jelly, which was so soft and greasy that he had nowhere to vent his strength. When Yan Zheng retracted his punches and came back, Zhuge Chun's face was as clean as new without any trace. "Damn, is that a man's face or a woman's chest?" Yan Zheng shouted, feeling a chill in his heart.It wasn't because of fear, but because the two felt exactly the same to him. "How is it? Doesn't it feel good?" Zhuge Chun felt a little proud, and reached out to touch it. Yan Zheng's hair stood on end, and he couldn't help but mocked: "It's really rare for a big man to have this kind of skin." "Oh, you know what you're looking for. You don't know how much effort it takes to create this effect." Zhuge Chun took out a handkerchief and wiped his face, urging, "Flip a coin." The coin flew again. "front." The right hand moved away, and the coin on the back of the hand suddenly turned upside down.Zhuge Chun sighed sincerely: "You are so lucky." Yan Zheng didn't answer his words, and just threw his fist and smashed it. After repeating this five times, Zhuge Chun guessed and lost every time, and received five punches from Yan Zheng, but Yan Zheng's fists had no effect at all. Zhuge Chun's face seemed to be broken by blows, but it was extremely soft.In the end, it was Yan Zheng who gasped a bit. "Stop guessing?" "Last time." Yan Zheng tossed the coin again, this time he tossed it very high. When Zhuge Chun's sight gradually rose with the coin, Yan Zheng quickly lowered his body, raised his left middle finger and stabbed at Zeng Guifen who was still lying on the ground.The coin fell to the ground with a clang, and Yan Zheng felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him, and his finger suddenly hurt, and Zhuge Chun held it firmly. Zhuge Chun pinched his middle finger and looked carefully, the red light was shining brightly on this finger, which covered half of his finger.Zhuge Chun looked at Yan Zheng's face again, and said with a smile, "Although I don't know what's going on with the red light, but you're trying to delay the time, there must be some secret hidden, tell me?" "Okay, let me say! But you have to let me go first." Yan Zheng frowned tightly, the feeling of being pulled with his fingers was actually very painful. "Okay." Zhuge Chun let go of his hand generously.There is a huge difference in strength between the two of them, so he is not worried about Yan Zheng playing tricks. Yan Zheng rubbed his sore fingers, and said, "This matter starts with the Neanderthals..." Before Zhuge Chun could realize who the Neanderthals were, Yan Zheng leaned over, The old trick was repeated, and the middle finger went straight to Zeng Guifen. "Tsk, are you a rat? Put your claws down and forget about it?" While Zhuge Chun was speaking, he swung his palms lightly, and Yan Zheng was involuntarily deflected by the palm wind.Unexpectedly, Yan Zheng's drunkard's intention was not to drink, he had already calculated that Zhuge Chun would be able to stop him, so he pushed the boat along the current and leaned towards Zhuge Chun along with the palm wind, and a left uppercut secretly prepared with his left hand moved in response to the wind. Zhuge Chun snorted coldly, his face only tilted slightly.His fist missed his head, he stretched out his five fingers involuntarily, and with a thud, Yan Zheng's middle finger swept Zhuge Chun's left cheek.With a backhand flick from Zhuge Chun, a cloud of ink splashed on Yan Zheng's body, knocking him to the ground heavily. "not good!" Yan Zheng was very depressed.What he had planned was to "do what he can with the tricks", and use the red light on his middle finger to rescue Zeng Guifen, but Zhuge Chun saw through it, and even the red light that had been accumulated with great difficulty was now used by the enemy for treatment.Forgive him for being an optimist, and at this moment, all hope is lost, and he feels that there is no hope of turning around. But a strange thing happened, the red light penetrated into Zhuge Chun's left face along Yan Zheng's middle finger, and slowly, Zhuge Chun's delicate skin began to crack along with the flow of red light, like poorly decorated wall tiles. The pieces peeled off. "What, what's going on here!?" No matter how calm Zhuge Chun was, he also became panicked at this moment, and his unfathomable appearance was gone.He kept running his hands over his face, trying to push the skin back, but it just made the peeling go faster.Yan Zheng watched from the side, a little confused, the red light on his finger, is it healing or disfiguring? Suddenly a thought flashed through his mind like lightning, and those who had been exposed to the light of the thrush flashed out one by one, and finally formed an almost absurd guess. It seems that the effect of thrush is not to cure, but to turn back time. So Luo Zhongxia and himself were not healed, but returned to the state before the injury; and the five-color pen made blood flow all over the face after touching the thrush, just because he had been beaten to the point of bleeding before—as for the one who just The unlucky patient who had the surgery, apparently had his wounds restored to the state they were in when he was operated on. The only thing I don't know is how to control the length of time reversal. If this logic is true, then this guy with a baby face must have put a strange powder on his face every morning, so now he is reversed by time and returned to the state when he woke up this morning. Zhuge Chun was still rubbing his face desperately, and said ho ho, it seems that the damage to his face was really a blow to him, and he didn't even care about the enemies around him.Finally the last piece of skin fell off, Zhuge Chun let out a cry of despair, covered his face tightly, jumped up, turned around and ran away in a hurry, and soon disappeared.This was beyond Yan Zheng's expectations.He wanted to chase after him, but his whole body was hit by the ink and he lost consciousness and couldn't move, so he comforted himself and said, "Forget it, it's a tie." He resisted the pain, barely raised his head, and looked at the battle situation over there. Luo Zhongxia over there stood there blankly, with mixed feelings.In the past, he tried every means to get rid of the pen spirit, but he was always forced to use it; now he really wanted to use it, but the pen spirit could no longer be extended. Could it be that he escaped by himself according to Monk Peter's instructions? Do not escape?If you don't escape, what will you use to fight? Luo Zhongxia raised his head again, and saw that Monk Peter and the two pillars had gradually faded away.Monk Peter is still trying to support himself, but the air shield in front of him is getting thinner and thinner, and it is almost invisible; the two pillars without effective protection can only be beaten.Ou Zilong, on the other hand, became more courageous as he fought more and more, his air currents surged wildly, and he criss-crossed the world. "Erzhuzi, take them away!" Monk Peter, who had always been calm, suddenly shouted angrily, and smashed the yellow wooden beads around his neck with a clatter.The wooden beads were scattered, floating in the air and spinning rapidly, forming a screen and becoming a small safe haven in the strong wind. "Small tricks!" Ou Zilong slapped again, a wooden bead exploded in response, but the screen guard was still there.Monk Peter has only studied defensive techniques all his life, and this string of wooden beads is his painstaking efforts, even the Lingyun pen cannot break through immediately. When Er Zhuzi heard Monk Peter shout, he immediately jumped in front of Luo Zhongxia and shouted, "Mr. Peter let us go." "Let's go? What about Peter?" Luo Zhongxia asked him. "Mr. Peter, let us go." Erzhuzi's eyes were red, and he knew that Monk Peter would suffer misfortune, but he still repeated stubbornly. "Fool!" Luo Zhongxia scolded Er Zhuzi, shook off his hand, and ran forward with a burst of blood.He thought to himself that the previous two times he showed his strength only when he was on the verge of extinction, and now if he put himself in a dangerous situation, maybe he could also force out the Qinglian pen. Sitting and watching others die for him, he couldn't tolerate this kind of thing happening. Ou Zilong got angry when he was blocked by Monk Peter, he stood up with both hands, and the clouds turned into blades, cutting towards the wooden bead.Dozens of explosions were heard at the same time, and Monk Peter's wooden bead array immediately collapsed.Monk Peter let out a long sigh, several blood mist erupted from his body, and he fell backwards. Luo Zhongxia just ran over at this moment and supported Monk Peter's shoulders.Seeing this, Ou Zilong raised his sword and flew, and the three Lingyun swords flew straight towards Luo Zhongxia who had no protection. The second pillar slammed from behind, and Luo and Peter fell to the ground, avoiding the blade.But Er Zhuzi couldn't dodge in time, he was stabbed in the back with two puffs, puffed, and fell to the ground with a muffled groan. Ou Zilong laughed loudly, the situation calmed down, he walked to the group of people who had lost their combat effectiveness, and grabbed Luo Zhongxia. "You kid, you ruined my big business a few days ago and made me suffer humiliation. Give it all back to me today." Luo Zhongxia's throat was pinched, and he couldn't speak, so he could only stare angrily.Ou Zilong let go of him and threw him to the ground, then summoned a Lingyun Saber and stabbed him on the spot. "Oh no!!" The light of the knife flashed, and the person lying on the ground at first let out a miserable howl. The Lingyun knife had already been inserted straight into his heart, and he died with a kick of his legs. "Wait for me to take out this pen first, count it as a celebration of Qinglian's acquisition today." Ou Zilong returned the knife with his hand in his hand, and blood spewed from the chest of the unfortunate man. He lowered his head to admire for a moment, and was fascinated by this bloody scene. This was the first time Luo Zhongxia saw a human being die in front of him. His hands and feet were cold, and his nerves were seized by a huge chain of terror. Ou Zilong looked around and found that Zhuge Chun had disappeared, so he spat contemptuously, picked up Zhuge Chun's pen container from the ground, and held it up high. At this time, the Ssangyong Pen Hang hanging in the air seemed to come alive, and began to circle around the still warm body of the man.A small but clear breath emerged from the wound on the chest of the deceased, was slowly sucked into the mouth of Shuanglonglong, and then concentrated under the bridge of the brush, gradually showing the shape of an upside-down brush.The whole body of this brush is stiff and straight, only the pen hairs are unusually full, as fluffy as a broom, and half of the ink is left on the tip of the brush. "The finishing touch pen is really good!" Ou Zilong nodded with satisfaction, and opened the bamboo tube. "break!" Suddenly there was a scream, the sound was urgent and hurried, the Ssangyong pen hanger that was suspended in the air couldn't bear the pressure, it fell apart with a crash, and sawdust scattered everywhere.The finishing touch pen suddenly lost its restraint in mid-air, and began to wander around. "who is it!?" Ou Zilong was furious, he followed the prestige, and saw Zeng Guifen barely propped up not far away, looking at him coldly.The old lady actually suppressed the pain in her heart and let out such a sharp whistling sound, she was not afraid that her heart would burst. "The pen hanger is lost, you will never receive any pens today." Zeng Guifen smiled lightly, her voice was weak, the last sliver of strength had been exhausted by the sound just now. "Damn, I'll kill you old woman first!" Ou Zilong was extremely angry, his long face was full of ferocity, and he moved forward. Luo Zhongxia lay limp on the ground, watching the man die in front of his eyes. Fear, resentment, panic, sorrow and other emotions rushed over him for a while, and he couldn't control himself for a while, so he suddenly roared and hugged Ou Zilong by the waist. Ou Zilong only wanted to kill Zeng Guifen, but he was caught off guard and was embarrassed by him.Ou Zilong was in a fit of anger, and couldn't help turning into anger, he spewed out a blast of wind, shaking Luo Zhongxia far away. The finishing touch pen originally wanted to leave, but the gloomy air here was so heavy that it could not fly far, so it had to float in mid-air, at a loss what to do.At this time, a strong wind suddenly blew up on the flat ground, blowing it to one side, and being pushed around by the air current. Just a pop. The pen penetrates into the chest. into Luo Zhongxia's chest. Enter again. The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and even Ou Zilong was stunned, not knowing what to do.He is very familiar with this situation and this situation, just a few days ago in the Changchun thrift store, this kid got the Qinglian pen by the same coincidence.Now that history is repeating itself, he really can't laugh or cry.Besides Monk Peter, who was unconscious, Zeng Guifen, Yan Zheng, and Er Zhuzi were also stunned by this accident, speechless. The whole scene fell into a subtle silence. For a while, everyone didn't know what to do, and seemed to be waiting for the movement of the person involved.After a while, Luo Zhongxia, who was lying on the ground, moved his hands, and then Youyou stood up from the ground.His original frightened expression disappeared, replaced by a half-smile, mysterious and unpredictable. Ou Zilong was fearless at first, but when he saw Luo Zhongxia's appearance, his heart skipped a beat.That day, Luo Zhongxia lost his mind after being entered by Qinglian, and instead was controlled by Qinglian's pen, falling into a state of madness with unparalleled power, which he could hardly resist. And now there is another tube of finishing touch pen. There is no precedent in the history of Bizuo. Ou Zilong has no idea what the effect will be.Fear is born of the unknown. Facing Luo Zhongxia in this state, even as fierce as he was, he also felt a trace of fear, and took a step back involuntarily. Luo Zhongxia raised his arms above his head, his left arm was blue like lotus, and his right arm was golden like scales.The scales are like dragon scales.Ou Zilong's complexion became extremely ugly.He suppressed the fear in his heart and shouted: "As long as I kill you, both pens will be mine!" Having said that, the figure of Ling Yunbi on top of his head shrunk slightly, and his aura was greatly reduced.The spirit of the pen follows one's heart, and the Lingyun pen pays attention to the grandeur. If the master shows timidity at this time, the spirit of the pen will naturally be unable to display it. Luo Zhongxia didn't hear it in a daze, the light in his arms became more and more intense, it seemed that two forces were violently colliding and trembling, and his whole body swayed slightly.Yan Zheng quietly leaned over to Zeng Guifen's side: "He, it doesn't matter..." Zeng Guifen stared intently at Luo Zhongxia's changes. At this time, his body became almost transparent, and two light clusters could be faintly seen in his body, changing in no way, like a small nuclear fusion furnace. "Qinglian pen, finishing pen... how can these two be combined into one... I'm afraid, I'm afraid..." she murmured.Bi Ling is a very proud soul, most of the eyes are higher than the top, and they are unwilling to divide the nest.Now that the two strokes belong to one person, it is hard to guarantee that there will not be a tragedy where the spirits of the strokes devour each other and the two strokes attack each other.At that time, I am afraid that Luo Zhongxia's body will not be able to withstand such a violent fight, and being torn apart is no joke. The atmosphere shook slightly at this moment, and then returned to incomparable silence.The sounds of wind, sand, and grass all around stopped for a while, and all the strange light on Luo Zhongxia's body suddenly retracted and shrank into his body, leaving only his tattered and dim body. Ou Zilong regained his composure, Luo Zhongxia was not so bluffing now, he felt that he still had hope.He put a Lingyun pen on his head, thinking of strangling this brat who has repeatedly done bad things to death. But he only took a step forward and stopped. Because Luo Zhongxia moved. He straightened his right arm, opened his palm to aim at Ou Zilong, and said something in his mouth. I saw a piece of gold surged out of the faded arm again, and the golden scales reappeared. A few seconds later, a cloud dragon flew out from his palm with a long roar, its golden scales were extremely dazzling, it dived into the abyss, and its scales and claws flew.It was not very big at the beginning, but it grew when it met the wind, and finally it was twenty or thirty feet long. The dragon's teeth and claws are open, especially its eyes are piercing, as if it has just been pointed out by a famous painter, breaking the wall to come out. The cloud follows the dragon, and the wind follows the tiger. The finishing touch dragon is precisely Ling Yun's nemesis. Ou Zilong's expression became even uglier, and he took another step back. "Let me give you a ride!" Luo Zhongxia smiled evilly, her voice was quite different from usual.In the palm of Yunlong's teeth and claws, he was about to pounce, and the wind and clouds in the surrounding area changed all of a sudden, as if he was intimidated by Yunlong. Even the Lingyun brush trembled slightly, as if it couldn't bear the pressure. Ou Zilong's mind was torn apart, although he didn't know what method Luo Zhongxia used, but now he has obviously convinced the two strokes, and he has mastered the combination of the two strokes.The finishing touch dragon is still devouring the wind and clouds in the air, and the cloud barrier that Ou Zilong worked so hard to set up has been eaten up, and a few rays of morning light shine through.At this time, the situation has reversed. Luo Zhongxia danced with the eye-dotting dragon, and gradually approached Ou Zilong, deliberately walking around him like a show off, deliberately swimming without attacking, as if provocative, and the stern golden scales showed full power. Ou Zilong still wanted to fight back, but Luo Zhongxia saw through his thoughts, and drove the golden dragon soaring upwards, almost wiped the tip of his nose from Ou Zilong's face and flew into the air, and opened his mouth to swallow the Lingyun pen that was still hovering. As if being struck by lightning, Ou Zilong didn't hesitate any more, he hurriedly folded his arms together, Ling Yunbi was summoned, and flew towards the head of its master.The golden dragon was relentless, and chased after him wagging its tail. Ling Yunbi was in a panic, and a famous Han Fu pen was like cursive, and fled.Ou Zilong tried his best to avoid the pursuit and bite, and let Ling Yunbi return to the altar. The moment Ling Yunbi returned to his body, the golden dragon suddenly grew more than a foot long and came after him.Ou Zilong hurriedly leaned back, and with the Lingyun brush, he managed to dodge it, and he was only a hair's breadth away from Jinlong's Big Mouth, which was extremely dangerous. He was sweating profusely, knowing that he had no chance of winning today.After all the tossing just now, the wind and clouds that were originally attached to Ling Yunbi gradually dissipated, and the surrounding scenery became clear.Ou Zilong glanced at Luo Zhongxia bitterly, bit the tip of his tongue in pain, blood splashed out, stirred up layers of sand on the ground, the wind blew up, and the sandstorm blew up, all of a sudden covering his figure again. The sand and dust suddenly blew past, covering the sky and the sun, but this time the golden dragon stopped moving in mid-air and remained motionless.It took a long time for the yellow sand to fall, and Ou Zilong had disappeared as far as he could see.There was a pool of blood on the ground, showing that the wound was extremely deep. Once this person judged that the situation was unfavorable, he left as soon as he said it, without delaying the muddy water. This kind of thoroughness in carrying out the situation is really amazing. The surroundings returned to calm, Luo Zhongxia stood quietly in the center alone, took Yunlong away, and did not chase after him.The others were paralyzed on the spot, looking at him in awe. "Luo...Mr. Luo?" Zeng Guifen pressed his chest and asked tentatively. Luo Zhongxia lowered his hands, turned his head and said in a low voice, "It scared him away." "What?" Zeng Guifen was puzzled. Luo Zhongxia collapsed to the ground with a thud, and there was a hint of joy after a successful prank in his exhaustion, "I just took a risk and frightened him with the Qinglian pen. The eye-catching dragon is actually not real." It turns out that although his Qinglian brush is suppressed here, he can still use his ability to visualize poems.When Luo Zhongxia heard Ou Zilong call the finishing touch pen, he immediately thought of the two sentences in Li Bai's "No Man", "A captive's arrow is like sand and shoots a golden armor, and the cloud, dragon, wind and tiger are all handed back", so he gave it a go. At the end of the sentence, use Qinglian's ability to conjure up a golden cloud dragon, making the other party think that they have obtained the magic of two strokes, so that they can retreat. It was also a coincidence that although Luo Zhongxia was ignorant, he loved watching "General Huo" very much, so he was deeply impressed by "Huo Ren", which praised Huo Qubing—unexpectedly, these two sentences would be the same today. Played a big role. Jinlong pretended to eat the Lingyun brush, but it was just a show.However, Ou Zilong had already had prejudices, and he believed that the golden dragon was transformed by the touch of eyes, so he was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, and he fled with serious injuries. Luo Zhongxia resisted the movement in his chest, and staggered over to see everyone's situation.Er Zhuzi was stabbed twice; Monk Peter was in a coma; Zeng Guifen was conscious, but her heart might be worrying, and she might have an attack at any time.The result was dire. He walked to Yan Zheng's side.Yan Zheng was still in severe pain, struggling to get up, he could only smile and said: "Although it's not the time to say this, but... I have something for you in my arms, take it yourself." Luo Zhongxia pulled from his arms After groping for a while, I took out a plain note. "what is this?" "This is a letter from Xiao Rong. I was too busy just now, so I have time to send it to you now." Luo Zhongxia unfolded the letter paper, on which were written a few beautiful words of five lines.Yan Zheng explained: "She left a message saying that this is the method her grandfather found to return the pen, and asked me to pass it on to you." When Luo Zhongxia heard the word "return the pen", he couldn't help snorting coldly: "Return the pen ? Wei Shiran came to deceive me again." "I don't know about others, but at least I can be sure that she will not lie to you." Yan Zheng said seriously.Luo Zhongxia's heart was in a mess, and all kinds of memories with Xiaorong came back to his mind again. He was pinching the plain paper, but the change in his chest was getting bigger and bigger. Now he has two pen spirits on his body like never before, conflicting with each other in his chest, he really doesn't know what is good or bad.Feeling depressed, conflicting with the pen spirit, the two strokes meet at one place, making it even more unbearable. In addition, after a big battle just now, Luo Zhongxia finally couldn't hold on.He closed his eyes, fell down heavily, and Su Jian fell to the ground... At the end, I am sad and sad at the end Luo Zhongxia had many strange dreams, each of which was colorful and chaotic. He seemed to be trapped in a colorful spider web, and his mind hissed with countless words and colors switching rapidly, which made him dizzy and even too late Thinking about it carefully, my thoughts have already been involved, climbing the peak suddenly, and falling down the unfathomable valley with the sound of wind and thunder. Everything finally returned to silence, he slowly opened his eyes, the first thing that caught his eyes was the warm afternoon sun of Hexi, and then Yan Zheng. "Yo." Yan Zheng put down the newspaper in his hand and waved at him. His head was still a little confused, and he had to slowly turn from left to right, then from right to left, only then did he realize that he was lying on a makeshift hard bed in a treatment room, and the oxygen cylinder in the distance had a big " The words "Three Hospitals of the City". "Welcome to the real world." Yan Zheng imitated the tone of Morpheus in "The Matrix" and said, with a tinge of sarcasm.They made a big circle and finally came back here again. Luo Zhongxia finally remembered what happened before. He moved his body, but his limbs were a little sore, and nothing else was serious.He struggled to sit up from the bed, and his fingertips accidentally touched the piece of plain paper next to the pillow. He picked it up and saw that there were five lines of elegant script on it: 〖It is better to shovel the tomb of withdrawing pens, The hops are full of spring and green. Say goodbye to all the people and go away, Qinglian embraces the slough and the autumn cicada is light. Treasure yourself—the banyan character〗 This poem looks like a way to withdraw the pen, but it is written vaguely.When he saw the word "banyan" at the end, he felt depressed again for no reason. He quickly grabbed the plain paper and put it back in his pocket, then turned to ask Yan Zheng, "Where are they?" Yan Zheng pointed to the door: "Next door, Teacher Zeng has a serious heart attack and is already in the hospital. Master Peter and Er Zhuzi are fine, and they are with her." "How are you?" Yan Zheng raised a finger and replied with a relaxed expression: "It's all right now. I calculated that it takes about five hours to fill a finger with red light. Unfortunately, the law of reversing time is difficult to master, so I dare not try it on others. I took the risk of poking myself, luckily, I finally returned to the state of last night." Luo Zhongxia nodded. Strictly speaking, the thrush is not a restoration system. It can only restore the state of the object to a specific time, and it cannot be used casually. Then Yan Zheng briefly talked about what happened afterwards: After Ou Zilong left, Er Zhuzi and Monk Peter woke up one after another. Three homes. "Then, what about the deceased?" When Luo Zhongxia mentioned this matter, his heart sank.For the first time in his life, he saw a person die in front of him so clearly, and his relics are now in his body. "We didn't pay attention, maybe the body has been found by now." Yan Zheng said, his tone became low, and he took out a driver's license from his trouser pocket: "I left his ID card to the police. I brought the driver's license. He died because of the spirit of the pen, so I would like to make a memorial." Luo Zhongxia took over the driver's license. The photo on it was an ordinary male, only twenty-six years old, and his name was Fang Bin.He couldn't help sighing: "He died because of the spirit of the pen... I don't know if he was like me before he was alive, and he couldn't avoid it, so he encountered such a disaster. It is said that the spirit of the pen is a treasure, and I don't know where the treasure is." Yan Zheng knew that he had always had a grudge about Bi Ling, so it was not good to provoke him.Just at this moment, the little nurse hurried into the treatment room and patted Yan Zheng on the shoulder, "Hi! Your friend is awake?" "Yes, I invited many princesses and nurses to kiss him before he woke up." The little nurse raised her fist and hit Yan Zheng, "Go, you are still glib! You bastard, you suddenly threw me away yesterday and ran out, and brought a group of strange people to the emergency room in the morning. What are you doing? The underworld ?” Her words were crackling like cannonballs, Yan Zheng hurriedly stopped her, “Is everything done over there?” "I'm here to tell you this. It's been done and the patients have been assigned to beds. I'll take you to see it." So Yan Zheng and Luo Zhongxia followed the little nurse into a ward.Zeng Guifen, who was lying on the hospital bed, was pale, but her eyes were firm.Monk Peter next to her was wrapped in bandages, and one side of his glasses was broken, looking quite distressed; Er Zhuzi was rough-skinned and thick, with only a few Band-Aids stuck on his chin. "Teacher Zeng, how is your health?" Luo Zhongxia quickly approached the hospital bed and greeted him softly.These three members of the Wei family did not hesitate to die for him, which moved him inexplicably, and he couldn't help being a little more affectionate. Zeng Guifen didn't look very well, but her voice was still clear, "It's like that when you get older, it's nothing. But Mr. Luo, how do you feel now?" Knowing that she was asking about the two pen spirits in her chest, Luo Zhongxia hesitated for a moment, pressed her chest and replied, "There is no abnormality at present." He couldn't help asking again: "If a person implants two Zhibi Ling, what will happen?" "It will turn into red and blue pencils." Monk Peter said half-jokingly and half-seriously. Zeng Guifen tapped the back of his hand to signal him not to talk nonsense, then turned to Luo Zhongxia and said apologetically, "It stands to reason that one person A kind of talent should only be combined with one pen spirit. There may be precedents for two pens of one person in ancient times, but I have never heard of them. Whether it is harmful or beneficial, I really don’t know.” In other words, his fortune is uncertain now... Luo Zhongxia thought pessimistically. Yan Zheng suddenly interjected from the side and asked, "This is a new one, but what kind of pen is it?" "The finishing touch pen." "The finishing touch? The finishing touch?" Zeng Guifen nodded: "This painting is made by Zhang Sengyou, a master painter in Nanliang. You have all heard the story of the finishing touch." Yan Zheng patted Luo Zhongxia's shoulder and said with a smile, "You are really lucky, you are Li Bai and Zhang Sengyou, you can be called a master of both poetry and painting." Luo Zhongxia smiled wryly, how could this be called luck.He took out the plain note that Xiaorong gave him from his pocket and handed it to Zeng Guifen. Zeng Guifen took a look at the plain note and asked, "What is this?" "Xiao Rong...uh...it was given to me by Wei Shiran's granddaughter, who said it was a way to withdraw the pen." The three members of the Wei family looked at each other. It seemed that Luo Zhongxia still had no intention of accepting the reality of the pen spirit.Monk Peter first took the plain paper and looked at it, then patted his bald head: "According to the poetic flavor, you can taste something, but this letter is from Wei Shiran, it's hard to believe..." Luo Zhongxia took a step forward and said firmly, "Anyway, I have to give it a try. This is my only hope right now." 曾桂芬注视罗中夏双目，见他态度坚决，徐徐叹道：「也罢，罗先生你本非笔冢中人，又无此意，若能及早脱身，也是桩好事。」 罗中夏感激地看了曾老太太一眼，颜政靠在门口，不以为然地耸了耸肩。曾桂芬又从彼得和尚手里拿过素笺，皱着眉头沉思。彼得和尚扶了扶碎掉一半的眼镜，开口道：「此诗看起来是集句，我想推敲诗意没什么用处，重点应着落在『退笔冢』三字上。」 「退笔冢吗……」曾桂芬目光一凛，彼得和尚别有深意地点了一下头。 罗中夏听得着急：「你们说的退笔冢，究竟是什么？听名字像是一个确实能退笔的地方啊！」 「是两个地方。」彼得和尚伸出两个指头，郑重其事地在他面前晃动了一下。罗中夏迷惑地看了看他，彼得和尚露出好为人师的表情，对他讲解。 「退笔冢」共有两处：一处是在绍兴永欣寺，是王羲之的七世孙智永禅师在南梁时所立。他三十多年时间里用废了五大筐毛笔，后来特意把这些毛笔埋在永欣寺内，立了一块碑，号「退笔冢」，留下这么一段典故；另外一处则是在零陵的天绿庵，乃是唐代草圣怀素所留。此人擅书狂草，笔意直追草圣张旭；他嗜写如痴，在自家故里的天绿庵中每日习字，日久天长，被写废了的毛笔甚至堆积成山，遂起名叫做退笔冢。 「……也就是说，一个在永欣寺，一个在天绿庵；一个在浙江，一个在湖南。」 「不错。这两个地方只是书法史上的两段典故，没有人真正见过，甚至存在与否都不能确定。韦势然说退笔冢能退笔，未免望文而生义了。」 「那其他三句是不是也有什么典故？」罗中夏仍旧不甘心。 「也许吧，不过现在还参详不出来。」彼得和尚抖了抖素笺，抱怨道：「这集句的人真可笑，他以为这是达文西密码啊！」 罗中夏没注意到他的玩笑，他现在满脑子都是退笔冢的事。退笔冢，能退笔，听上去实在是合情合理，充满了巨大的诱惑力。更何况，在他内心深处，还有一种含糊的预感：他觉得这样就可以再次见到小榕，至于见到她以后该如何面对，罗中夏自己也迷茫得很…… 最终，他抬起头，做出了自己的决定：「那么，我两个都去看看。无论如何，我都希望能够尽快摆脱这些笔灵。」 曾桂芬早料到他会做如此打算，于是颔首道：「退笔冢一直以来只是个典故，究竟虚实如何，没人知道。即便如此，罗先生，你还是要去吗？」 「是的。」罗中夏斩钉截铁。自从青莲入体，他总是不断遭遇生命危险，到处被人追杀，这种生活可不是一个正常大学生想过的。 彼得和尚急忙趋身向前，想跟曾桂芬说句话。曾桂芬知道他想说什么，虚弱地挥了挥手：「我知道青莲笔关系重大，绝不会放任不管。」她转向罗中夏：「罗先生，老太太我如今动不了，就让二柱子跟着你，一路有个照应吧，你看如何？」 罗中夏有些犹豫，曾桂芬劝道：「韦势然所说，不可全信。倘若真的顺利取出青莲笔，罗先生回归正常生活，我们自取了青莲，各得其需；万一那里是个圈套，你也好有个帮手；你看如何？」 曾桂芬分析得中肯在理，让罗中夏无法拒绝。于是曾桂芬把二柱子叫过来，嘱咐他一路看顾好罗中夏。二柱子憨憨地挠了挠头，似乎有些不舍。彼得和尚见状说道：「老师，您还不如让我去算了。」曾桂芬摇摇头：「你不行，你回族里，把这里的事汇报给族长。」 就在这时，一直没怎么说话的颜政忽然开口：「喂，你们也算我一个吧。」 四个人同时转过头去看他。颜政乐呵呵地说：「这么有趣的事情，我又怎么能错过呢！」 罗中夏暗自叹了口气，试图说服这个好奇心过剩的家伙，他实在不想再把无辜的普通人牵扯进来。「退笔冢里会发生什么，谁也不知道，诸葛家半路会偷袭也说不定。其实你与这件事全然无关，何必冒这个险呢？」 颜政却对这些警告置若罔闻，他活动活动手腕，露出招牌般的阳光笑容：「因为它值得冒险，谁让算命的说我有探险家的命格呢！」 残阳如血，车鸣萧萧，一条铁路延伸至远方。 前往退笔冢的三个人站在月台上，各自背着行囊。颜政头戴棒球帽，身着花衬衫，甚至领口还挂了一副墨镜，心不在焉地嚼着口香糖；二柱子则换了一身普通的蓝色运动服，土是土气了点，但是他自己明显感觉自在多了；罗中夏的行李不多，最重的是一本叫做《李太白全集》的书，这是他安身立命之本。 来送他们的彼得和尚看看左右无人，从怀里掏出一包香烟，颜政毫不客气地拿了一支。彼得和尚给自己也点了一根，狠狠嘬了一口，半支烟就没了。他解嘲似地冲罗中夏道：「老师不在，我解解馋。」 罗中夏看到他不顾形象的馋样，尽管心事重重，也不禁莞尔一笑。 彼得和尚徐徐吐出一团烟雾，道：「学校那边都办妥了？」 「嗯，我请了病假。」罗中夏看了颜政一眼，他正跟二柱子连说带比划，似乎在讲什么摔跤技巧，「倒是那家伙，把网吧都给关了，好像不打算回来似的。」 彼得和尚随手扔掉烟蒂，双掌合十，呵呵一笑，「颜施主有大智慧，罗施主你有大机缘。」 罗中夏听了他这句机锋，忽然觉得人生真是充满了幽默感和矛盾：此次出行寻找退笔冢，为的是及早解脱笔灵牵绊，前路茫茫，险阻未知，自己与笔冢的关系却是越来越深，纠葛愈多。 想到这里，他仰头望天，涌出一股莫名惆怅之气。意随心动，胸中笔灵忽有感应，也开始鼓荡起来。 与此同时，在市三院深处的一处特护病房里，原本陷入植物人状态的郑和突然唰地睁开了眼睛，心率监视器开始发出急促的嘟嘟声……