white head demon

"Hula..."

I don't know how many people were shocked and straightened up hastily.

In a short while, I saw that purple shadows flashed by He Zhenzhang's side, but he was caught off guard and hurriedly sacrificed more than a dozen purple talismans. Covering him all over...

The appearance of this talisman was like lightning, but in Hong Shaoer's view, it was still slow.

When Fu Guang was together, she had withdrawn more than a dozen feet away, and she was not affected at all. Looking at those talisman seals that were obviously valuable and powerful, she did not show any surprised expression on her face. Instead, he pursed his lips and smiled, seven or eight shadows appeared in an instant, some went up, some went down, some went to the left, some to the right, surrounding He Zhenzhang.

……

……

"This demon girl is so powerful..."

"I can't see that she is delicate and soft, but she has such means..."

"Those who repaired the Book of Books met someone who was good at martial arts. There is no reason to talk about it. No matter how well prepared Mr. He is, there will always be a time when the talismans are used up, and there will always be a gap. Flaws, I'm afraid my life will be ruined..."

"How do you fight this?"

"Anyway, I can't fight..."

"..."

"..."

In the panic, He Zhenzhang looked graceful and indifferent, letting the talisman seals around him fly around, protecting himself in it, while he calmly rolled up his sleeves and rubbed the ink, spread out the rice paper, and pressed down The paperweight was dipped in enough ink, and he held it in the air. He sighed lightly, then raised his head, and said with a smile, "If you want to defeat you, it's actually easy, one poem is enough..."

There seemed to be a faint chuckle coming from the void, apparently not taking what he said seriously.

But He Zhenzhang only shook his head slightly, and suddenly laughed loudly: "Here comes the wine..."

As he spoke, he picked up a wine jug, raised it high, and poured the wine into his mouth like a column.

Then he shouted again: "Shilai..."

Throwing the jug out violently, raised his sleeve to wipe his mouth, and wrote on the rice paper with a brush.

"Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Immortals in Peach Blossom Temple..."

Chapter 312 Wensi Miaohua

"what is that?"

On the arena, the Thunder Talisman cast around He Zhenzhang's body was crackling and crackling, and coupled with the rapid movement around Hong Shaoer, the sound of the wind was also chaotic. However, in this chaotic environment, He The voice of Zhenzhang reciting poems is still strange and high-pitched, and it is passed out in a chic and lazy way, becoming the only voice that can be heard clearly in the heart of this chaotic arena...

"Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Immortals in Peach Blossom Temple..."

"The Peach Blossom Immortal planted peach trees..."

"... Another flower branch for wine money!"

"..."

The voice groaned, like throwing a stone, it instantly struck the hearts of all the old cultivators.

Especially those who drink and read poetry and books, and love the meaning of poetry and poetry, are subconsciously startled slightly.

"This poem is not bad..."

The first reaction was good.

There is no such kind of reaction that one is immediately surprised when one hears a poem. In fact, when most people see a good poem, their first reaction is just to feel that their eyes are bright, and it seems to be good. After that, subconsciously smacking carefully, his eyes gradually lit up, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that there was a lot of meaning in these few words, which was beyond words.

"Good good..."

"It's not just good, it's really wonderful..."

"..."

Also when this group of old cultivators, or knowledgeable people, are curious and appreciative in their hearts, they can also see that He Zhenzhang, who was splashing ink on the ring, chanted loudly while The pen went like a dragon and snake, and every word fell on the paper.

And as his handwriting fell down, his mana surged out of nowhere, with a sense of lofty pride, as if he had completely let go all of a sudden, his mind was free, and his mana gushed out like a spiritual spring, hula la With a sound, all the talismans around him were stimulated by his mana to spread out, and even some red flowers were flying, like peach blossoms blooming in an instant between heaven and earth.

"laugh……"

The figure of the demon girl Hong Whistle was forced to pause by that magic power, and was almost pushed down by this excited magic power.

She suddenly turned her head and looked at He Zhenzhang, who was writing poems with a pen brush. Her small face was already pale.

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……

"Is this what you taught this guy?"

Also in the building watching the martial arts performance, the Goddess King was also a little curious, and turned her head to look at Fang Cun.

"This is what suits him!"

Fang Cun explained with a smile.

"Sister Shenwang understands better than me. People whose natal scriptures are the "Book of Books" are the most unreasonable people. In terms of mana, they read and understand the Tao, and cultivate a noble spirit. They are far more pure than others. When it comes to defending against enemies However, it is far inferior to "Shu Jing" and "Wu Jing". If you use talismans to defend against the enemy, it is almost foreign, and if you compete with your peers, you will not gain much advantage. If you do not use talismans to defend against the enemy, you will only You can become famous by virtue of the scriptures or poems, and among them, the scriptures are the most important, after all, the scriptures and essays can be regarded as the way to govern the world..."

"It's a pity that not everyone can write classics and righteous articles. Those who have become famous like Mr. Fan back then, how many, most of them are just poor scriptures, but they can only catch up with others. If they Although writing articles written by sages and sages can also resonate with the world and defeat the enemy, but compared to writing articles written by oneself, it is far behind!"

"The same is true for poetry. Reciting poems can calm the mind, and writing poems can ease the mind. They are all wonderful strategies that can improve one's own mana in a short period of time and defeat the enemy. It's a pity that poems that can arouse the feelings of the people around them are natural, and they are just obtained by chance. , how many can be written? Don't you still have to write and copy other people's poems, so that the power will be reduced!"

"The effect of writing other people's poems is at least a hundred times different from the good sentences written by myself that touch heaven and man!"

"..."

The Goddess King turned her head to look at him, and said, "This guy can also write such poems?"

"he can not!"

Fang Cun laughed and said, "But he has a thick skin!"

The Queen of Goddess raised her head subconsciously, and then cast a question.

Fang Cun said with a smile: "There is a huge difference between writing your own poems and writing other people's poems. So, if the poems you write are plagiarized, so what if others don't know about them? It's like Mr. Fan back then. The old slave around him pointed it out, and who knew that his shocking article was actually plagiarized? So, I also remembered it. Maybe it doesn’t matter whether it’s my poem or not. What’s important is that You have to be thick-skinned, as long as you are thick enough, you can treat it as your own poem, causing the earthquake to shake..."

The Goddess King was silent for a while: "I understand the truth, but who made this poem?"

As he spoke, his eyes just turned on Fang Cun's face, looking very suspicious.

Fang Cun was dumbfounded all of a sudden, and could only show a wry smile with some embarrassment.

He is not as thick-skinned as He Zhenzhang, who can write fake poems and still feel the wonderful state.

So his choices are also different.

Anyway, I can't tell others that there was a person named Tang in my previous life, so whenever I "borrowed" something from my previous life, I just laughed like that.

If he laughed like that, others would think he did it himself, and they would just be ashamed to admit it.

As for him, he didn't have to go through the hurdle in his heart, he was perfect!

Seeing Fang Cun's wry smile, the Goddess King couldn't help but sighed, and said, "Your brother is an extremely rare person who annotates scriptures. I thought you didn't have the talent for this, but I didn't expect you to be so talented in poetry. You are good at it, sure enough, there is no one in your Fang family who is simple, but this kind of poems and famous court songs are enough, how can you just give it away?"

Fang Cun blushed upon hearing this.

I thought to myself: "There are about the same poems, I still have three hundred..."

"These three hundred poems are not enough, there are still three hundred poems..."

"Plus the lyrics are not enough, I can play the whole [-] songs..."

"So, the key is not in poetry, but in face..."

"How did the seniors who traveled to other worlds not blush..."

"That's right, those who have transmigrated are okay, and there are still some who have not transmigrated, and they are also not blushing..."

"..."

Also at the same time, on the arena, He Zhenzhang had already written to the point of excitement, amidst the laughter, he waved his hair like a dance, and his voice was clear and clear, which shook the four directions, not only forcing the red whistle to not even get close to him, Even a group of old cultivators were overjoyed when they heard it.

"You only sit in front of the flowers when you are sober, and you have to sleep under the flowers when you are drunk."

"Flowers before and after flowers day after day, drunk and sober year after year."

"I don't want to bow before chariots and horses, but I hope to die of old age in the wine shop."

"..."

The sound of chant is clear, resounding all over the field, and a little bit of pen and ink condenses into golden light.

"It's amazing, it's amazing..."

Already a little old, he couldn't hold back anymore, he patted his knee vigorously, and even stood up directly.

Especially those old Xiu who secretly observed these young juniors who were performing martial arts, their beards trembled with excitement, and they said repeatedly: "I didn't expect that I saw that Meng family girl so talented the other day. I have seen the treasure first, but it is unimaginable, today I saw another poet, Xiao Xiaoyuan City, how can I see such two fairy seedlings in a short period of time?"

The other old man kept his eyes on the field and said nervously: "Such a poetic talent, don't be beaten to death..."

……

On the side of Leshuizong, the head of Leshuizong's eyes widened in shock when He Zhenzhang uttered the first few sentences. After hearing this, his excited palms trembled: "The hard days are over, In the past, we in the Water Sect could not do well in terms of talismans, and could not rank high in terms of scriptures and meanings. We did not expect to have a poetic talent, wonderful, wonderful, and we will have the capital to brag to others in the future..."

As he spoke, he waved his hand: "Did he come to the sect to pay the bill before?"

The elder on one side murmured: "Yes, this is against the rules..."

"Reported!"

The suzerain shouted loudly: "In the future, all his accounts will be reported to him!"

……

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In the midst of the panic, the demon girl Hong Whistle secretly gritted her teeth, feeling the changes around He Zhenzhang's body. She felt ashamed for no apparent reason, as if He Zhenzhang, who was writing a poem now, had A certain kind of divine light appeared, and this kind of divine light was high and high, but he was as humble as mud, and subconsciously, he felt endless awe of him.

She was shocked and anxious again.

She knew that this was a sense of oppression caused by Wen Si Miao Hua shaking the world.

She was born in Yaobi, and she had heard some ancient stories told by the elders of the clan, just like a certain demon king who saw an old Confucian on the side of the road who was hungry and wanted to catch him to eat, but failed. Thinking, the old Confucian clearly has no strength to restrain the chicken, but when he looked up, the demon king felt his hands and feet were heavy, panicked in his heart, not to mention cannibalism, his knees suddenly became heavy, and he knelt down in front of the opponent.

At that time, she was still very puzzled, how could the demon king have such great abilities, how could he be so in awe of a mortal?

But the elders in the clan told her: This is the beauty of the scriptures and culture, and it is also the reason why the current human race is the ruler of heaven and earth!

It wasn't the old Confucian that scared the demon king.

It was the induction of the Wenhua Avenue between the old Confucianism and heaven and earth.

The demon king Gu Ran could kill that old Confucian, but if he really did, there would be a catastrophe in the next second!

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"Did I also encounter such a situation?"

Hong Shaoer gritted his teeth, and desperately aroused the murderous aura in his heart: "I can't lose, let alone lose to this person!"

Then she suddenly screamed, her face was flushed with abnormal red, her figure was almost twice as fast as before, just like lightning, she bypassed the intertwined wounds around He Zhenzhang's body in an instant The talisman, like thunder and lightning, held a sharp snake-toothed short blade in his hand, fiercely aimed at the golden light floating, and stabbed Crane Zhenzhang in the middle of the cloud and mist that was hard to distinguish between reality and reality...

When the knife was stabbed, she had already risked her life.

Even if that kind of scourge is real, I will try my best to kill the person in front of me...

……

So, she successfully broke through the layers of golden mist and came in front of that person. It seemed that it was not as difficult as imagined.

But after rushing over, she suddenly saw that person, looking up at herself.

The smile is clear and unrestrained, with no intention of killing himself, only enjoyment.

But facing him rushing towards him with a murderous look on his face, he lightly lifted the pen and tapped on the tip of his nose.

"Rascal!"

Chapter 313

There was no murderous intent in that stroke, or even any power, only ink.

One stroke reached the tip of the nose, but Hong Shaoer froze on the spot.

She knew very well that if this stroke meant to kill her, she only needed to put in a little more strength and it would be done.