Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 444 The Suspected Soldier's Plan
"Bright Moon Da Cang Pass in Jin Dynasty..."

Two battle walls only three feet high were formed, blocking the sides of the boat.

The battle wall, which was a hundred feet high just now, is only three feet at the moment. This is the coercion of the holy power.

"bristle……"

A round of silver moon appeared on the bow of the boat, and the black text on the boat was erased, but it could only erase the words on this boat.

The two poems handed down from generation to generation were written together, but he still couldn't get out of the black swamp. His boat and his people all slipped into the bottomless abyss.

Lin Su's eyes closed suddenly, and a green flute appeared in his palm.

A ray of sound broke through the air and went straight to the sky...

The boundless pressure suddenly plummeted, the boat seemed to break out of the mire, and the light boat slid across the spring river...

Zhou Mei's spine, which was about to be crushed, snapped straight, and her black hair flew up again. She stared at the green bamboo flute next to Lin Su's mouth, and for a moment she didn't know what happened...

flute!

Such a brisk and moving flute sound suddenly came from the most tragic battlefield.

No one knew that he could play the flute, and no one knew that his flute was so moving.

This song is brisk and smooth, this song is going forward indomitably, this song is enough to tear away all the haze, and it is enough to turn the fighting-like Yangtze River into a spring river flowing with blue waves...

Qu Feiyan already felt something was wrong.

He forcibly integrated his literary world into the real world, which can be said to have brought his literary skills to the highest level. In this state, even if he is a prisoner from the Confucian Temple in the capital, he will be surprised if he encounters him. Lin Su should be He was killed without any suspense, but Lin Su made three moves.

With one move, he blocked the first wave of killing intent.

One trick is full of Jianghong, which provides power to the boat.

The most unbelievable thing is this piece of music, the brisk tune, completely opposite to his artistic conception, together with the piece of music, it separates his integration with reality a little bit...

This is tantamount to forcibly separating his connection with the Holy Way!

What a stunningly talented Lin family monster!

He had to draw his trump card, if he couldn't kill him today, Lin Su would be his demon in the future!

His literary heart will still be covered with dust!
He raised his hand suddenly, and an antique manuscript appeared. As soon as the manuscript came out, the sky disappeared completely, replaced by a pale yellow sky, and the water of the great river instantly turned into pale yellow water.

There is a soft sigh between heaven and earth, an old sigh...

Lin Su's flute made a loud noise and broke into pieces, all of which were old and dry...

The heavy rain suddenly poured down from the sky, and Lin Su saw with his own eyes a drop of heavy rain falling on the bow of the boat, which turned into a big word: broken!
The bow broke immediately.

There are countless raindrops falling in the sky, death, injury, sorrow, stone, knife, sword...

Every drop of rain is a ghost gate, overwhelming the sky and the earth, and there is no life in the world, not at all...

Lin Su's face was pale, this is the Holy Treasure!

Qu Feiyan used the Holy Treasure!
No matter how powerful he is, how can he escape under the Holy Treasure?

Tonight, he had calculated many things accurately, but in the end he still underestimated Qu Feiyan. Qu Feiyan's literary power might not be able to do anything to him, but Qu Feiyan is the dean of Bailu Academy. He can measure.

Did it really fall like this?

Does he really have to die?

Does Zhou Mei beside him have to die too?
Do not!
Lin Su's thoughts flashed, and he sank between his eyebrows. He wanted to find the last straw.

At this moment, the pen on his Wenshan suddenly lit up, and he seemed to wake up suddenly...

The next moment, the pen rushed out from between his brows and landed on his hand...

As soon as it fell into his hands, Lin Su's whole body's literary energy and true energy were instantly emptied...

He raised his hand with difficulty, like supporting a heavy mountain...

"break!"

A word is earth-shattering, a pen is like holding the universe, and a faint power of the holy way shoots out from the tip of the pen, whew...

Heaven and earth parted!

The pale yellow manuscript in the air was torn into pieces with a hiss, and the vision all over the sky disappeared instantly.

Qu Feiyan yelled, "No!"

That mighty force had already arrived in front of him, and in the holy light, his eyes were filled with despair...

At the moment when Sheng Dao's mighty power was about to tear him apart, the sky where he was located suddenly changed...

A snow mountain is transformed into a bright moon above the snow mountain...

Qu Feiyan quickly shrunk, merged into the snow-capped mountains, and disappeared without a trace, leaving only a mouthful of blood spattered by him in the air...

The water of the great river flows normally.

The boat drifted normally.

The sky is raining normally.

Fog opens and closes normally...

Lin Su stood quietly, with the pen in his hand pointing at the sky...

Zhou Mei raised her eyes and looked in the direction of his pen, her heart skipped a beat: "There are still enemies?" With her keen killer vision, she sensitively noticed that the sky over there was not normal.

Lin Su said: "Wu Xinyue, have you arrived yet?"

The sky is silent, the wind is heavy and the rain is heavy...

Lin Su said: "Don't you dare to come out, the holy son of the holy family of painters? Let me tell you, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I just fought against Qu Feiyan, and my literary energy has been exhausted."

Zhou Mei's heart skipped a beat, is it true?

Shouldn't it?
Although in such a fierce literary battle, the exhaustion of literary energy is a high probability event, but you must be deceitful if you say so.

This is common sense.

The sky remained motionless.

10 minutes, 10 minutes, half an hour...

The boat has traveled more than ten miles.

Lin Su let out a long breath: "It seems that he really left!"

Zhou Mei's heart skipped a beat: "You seem to be relieved."

"Of course, just now I played a game of tricks where the false is true, and the real is false. An hour ago, I really exhausted my literary energy. If he appeared at that time, we would really be over."

Zhou Mei's heart skipped a beat: "So, you intentionally exposed your weakness to make him feel suspicious and not dare to come down?"

"This is the weakness of human nature. The more I expose him, the more suspicious he will be!" Lin Su smiled happily.

Zhou Mei stared at him, not knowing what to say.

She has never been a fool, she is also a master at acting secretly, her experience in fighting the enemy, her planning, she thinks she is no worse than anyone else, but compared to him, she suddenly feels that she is still a kid playing in the mud in the yard .

She didn't notice that above the clouds, there was a person who seemed to have swallowed a lump of shit suddenly.

He is Wu Xinyue.

Lin Su had predicted his appearance and planned to make a move, but he used a suspicious strategy to make him dare not act rashly, but afterwards he taunted him. This taunt made Wu Xinyue almost vomit blood.

That's all, if the opportunity is missed, there is no way to look back.

go!
The clouds in the sky changed, and Wu Xinyue took Qu Feiyan away.

As soon as he left, Lin Su's body suddenly went limp, and he fell on the bow of the boat...

Zhou Mei grabbed him, and her palm touched the back of his neck, which was covered in sweat...

A person of his level, even if he fights fiercely for three hours, he will not sweat, and the wind and rain will not wet his clothes, but the back of his neck is sweating.

"you……"

Lin Su raised his head slowly: "You forgot to ask me, until now, have my literary energy and true energy recovered?"

"You...you haven't recovered?" Zhou Mei was shocked.

"The words I said just now pretending to be relaxed are still a trick of suspicion, and now they are really leaving." Lin Su sighed: "I will borrow your thigh for use!"

Lying on Zhou Mei's lap, he closed his eyes.

Zhou Mei opened Kazi Lauder's big eyes and looked at the handsome boy lying on her lap, full of distrust.

Tell the truth, are you taking advantage of me?

Lin Su is a strange person with rejuvenation seedlings!
In theory, there is no such thing as exhaustion of his literary energy!
Even if it is really exhausted, he will definitely be able to recover within an hour!

Others don't know this, but Wu Xinyue knows it, because he is also a person who has participated in Qinglian Taoism, and he knows how strange the recovery speed of a person who enters the sea of ​​Taoism and sets foot on Qingfeng as the leader of Qinglian.

Therefore, he believed Lin Su's words.

But he never thought that Lin Su was telling the truth.

Lin Su's literary energy was really exhausted this time.

And his true energy was really exhausted.

and……

It really hasn't recovered until now!

Why is this?

The root cause was the Weiyang pen. The Weiyang pen drained all of his literary energy and true energy, and he recovered surprisingly slowly.

No one knows the reason, but Lin Su has been in awe of Weiyang pen ever since.

He's fine and really dare not touch this thing.

This thing is too domineering.

When it is used, it can kill others, and after using it, it can kill itself...

When the sun went down, he didn't wake up.

When night came, he didn't wake up.

It was windy and rainy, and the boat was pitching up and down, and he slept soundly on the lap of little witch Zhou.

Little Witch Zhou's legs were numb, and she wished she could wake him up, but Lin Su was probably a bit handsome, and she was a little bit reluctant, so she persisted until the next morning.

Lin Su finally opened his eyes, to be precise, he opened one eye, looking at the little witch quietly.

The little witch also looked at him quietly: "Have you recovered now?"

"It's restored now!"

"It's no longer a trick for suspicious soldiers?"

"The soldiers are gone, why are you still suspicious?"

"Well, get up and sing to me!"

"No way? I just came to a life-and-death battle and recuperated for a whole night. Shouldn't you get me something to eat and drink first?"

"I have no trust in you at all. I think your so-called recuperation is actually an excuse. The fundamental purpose is to aim at my thigh..."

Depend on!Girl, you are really a witch. It's okay to think about it in your heart, but it's embarrassing to say it...

"Okay, okay, I'm moving my thighs, I'm numb from your pillow..." Zhou Mei stood up, twisted her waist, stretched her legs, plunged into the Yangtze River, and quickly caught a big fish. And, it turned into a sharp sword, peeled off the scales and guts, and took out a stove like magic. Soon, under the action of the fire magic stone, the fish was fragrant.

"Where is the top white cloud side?"

The two of them ate fish and drank white clouds at the same time, what was the wind and rain?
The Yangtze River flows all the way to Quzhou...

"You beat Qu Feiyan with literary knowledge, does that mean you have created a literary legend?" The little witch raised her wine glass and signaled him.

"Is defeat enough?" Lin Su narrowed his eyes slightly.

Zhou Mei's heart skipped a beat: "I can roughly imagine how you will be pointed at next time you go to Beijing."

"What do you think it will mean?"

"Challenge the White Deer Academy, pushing all the way, and then a battle of literature and Taoism, killing the song at the foot of Bailu Mountain!"

Lin Su was dumbfounded: "This is too cruel, are you going to create an aesthetics of literary violence?"

"Are you feeling agitated?"

"Somewhat!"

"Singing or reciting poetry? Choose one..."

Little Witch Zhou has the light of a little fox in her eyes...

Lin Su patted his head: "The injury hasn't healed yet, so I'll borrow your thigh..."

He grabbed her thigh directly and fell down.

Zhou Mei gritted her teeth fiercely: "I didn't fish for anything, I've hung out my thighs twice, remember Lin, if you tease me again, I'll...I'll play big with you."

"For example?" Lin Su opened one eye again.

"For example, your size... Do you think I don't know what you're thinking?" Zhou Mei directly laid hands on him, pressing his eyes shut.

When he opened his eyes again, Lin Su held his mouth, and the fish he ate in the morning wanted to escape from his stomach.

What did he see?
A few floating corpses floated on the river surface, and the corpses were soaked to death. At some point, countless wood residues appeared on the river surface.

Zhou Mei sighed: "Looking at this posture, Nanjiang Mansion should be short of embankments again."

Lin Su stood up: "There is no way to sit on this boat, let's go to heaven!"

So, the wonderful scene of rafting in the river disappeared, and the two went to the sky. The small boat they were riding hit a big log in front of them in a few circles, scattered, and finally realized the wish of the boat boss when he set off...

Two hours later, Lin Su above the clouds saw the Haining River Embankment.

The clouds were drooping, the waves were rolling, and the water of the Yangtze River hit the Haining River Embankment directly with the force of the heaven-swallowing impact. The river embankment was like a strong lock, firmly locking the embankment.

On the embankment, countless people were running, and there was an official in red standing on the eagle's beak, like a javelin in a storm.He is Yang Wenze, the prefect of Haining.

"My lord, don't worry, this year's flood is similar to last year, there is no possibility of problems with the Haining River embankment." Sun Butou, who was next to him, said.

"Although the flood is dangerous, it is not as dangerous as people's hearts!" Yang Wenze lowered his head slowly: "This year's flood may not be stronger than last year, but this year's stormy waves are ten times stronger than last year!"

Butou Sun sighed: "My lord, are you worried that someone will destroy it?"

"Pass down the order, the third class of yamen servants, and control the whole line, but if anyone dares to destroy any brick and stone on the Haining River Beach, he will be killed!"

"Yes!"

Catcher Sun suddenly stood up straight.

A voice suddenly came from the air: "Brother Wenze, don't worry, all the Confucian scholars in Haining Academy are dispatched, and all key points are under the control of the Confucian scholars. No matter what extreme situation arises, there are countermeasures."

"Thank you, Brother Baoshan!" The frown on Yang Wenze's face relaxed.

Meet the Baoshan that descended from the sky.

Baoshan landed on the eagle's beak: "You want to thank me? This Haining Academy is owned by Baoshan, and you think it's his work if that kid pays some bad money? I'm keeping my whole life's hard work, but it's not a Helping you, let alone helping him... Hey, brother Wenze, is there any news about that kid?"

Although he kept saying that he was not very satisfied with that kid, but the three words he uttered were still involuntarily brought up on that kid...

"The old man was a little worried about hearing his news, so he didn't bother to inquire about him..."

Baoshan laughed loudly: "Are you still worried about him? He is ten times smarter than the foxes in Qingqiu! This trip to Beijing, Zhao Xun killed him immediately, just look at this trick..."

Yang Wenze's face changed: "You...why do you say it's him?"

"Okay, okay, I didn't say he did it in front of others, but what's the point of the two of us talking? Why are you so nervous?"

"The old man is not nervous, it's just...it's just...it's a taboo thing, think about it, in the early days, Zhang Wenyuan came and wiped out all the men for no reason. In less than a month, Zhao Xun followed closely. Your Majesty probably Eyeballs are red..."

Suddenly, his voice was muted, he stared at the sky, his beard flying...

Baoshan also raised his eyes, looking at the sky where a figure came from afar and fell into the Lin family...

"He is back!"

Baoshan yelled: "I told you not to worry about him, right? Zhao Xun is dead, and His Majesty is furious. Didn't he come back alive and kicking without losing a single hair?"

The yamen servants below all raised their heads in surprise.

Yang Wenze slapped himself on the forehead, completely speechless.

Baoshan, Baoshan, take care of yourself, if you are so outspoken, if you lose the head of this champion and miss my son's future, I will never end with you

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(End of this chapter)