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Li Xianyuan continued: "No matter how many officials there are, it's useless, let's withdraw the officers and soldiers outside the door, I already have a plan." ”

If you are a bystander, you will be targeted by the cultivators and you will already be waiting for death. Li Xianyuan is different. Even if he is just a scholar, he has a way to deal with Wu Yi.

He can have 5,000 years of poetry in his previous life. Although it is almost forgotten, there are always some of the popular classics that should be remembered. The vision of a poem can affect the environment. For example, Situ Yanran's vision poem about the weather trapped Shen Sheng, Li Xianyuan was so shocking that he could do a few meteorological poems and ghost poems, and Wu Yi could do nothing.

"No, I can't. The county Cheng categorically objected, he already knew Li Xianyuan's strategy - and wanted to be used as a bait to lure the other party into taking the bait.

"You're underestimating cultivators. If she really wants to kill you, she has no way to fight back. My scholar can be compared with the cultivator, but he is useless to ghosts and demons, and he is not as good as a martial artist. ”

"Don't worry, my lords. Li Xianyuan looked at Fang Xiancheng, and the indifference in his eyes seemed to make people's hearts feel equally calm. "What I cherish most is my life. I'm not entirely sure, I don't dare to do that. ”

"But ......" the county was about to say something, but was interrupted by the magistrate.

"Zhenghao, he is already the Marquis of Liupin Pass in the current dynasty, and he is no longer a child who studied in the academy before. He must have a reason for doing so. I'll wait on the sidelines, and I'll just help when it's critical.

If you don't know who you know about the county, you must think that he has an enmity with Li Xianyuan. In fact, compared with the short personality of the county guard, the county is much more rigid in official affairs, after all, he will call Li Xianyuan a respectful person when he sees him.

The county man sighed lightly and stopped talking, as if he was a few years old.

Li Xianyuan saluted Lin Zhixian: "Lord Xie Lin understands. ”

"Lord Li is polite. Lin Zhixian gave up. "I just don't know how you're sure. ”

Li Xianyuan pondered slightly, and replied: "Fifty percent." ”

If Wu Yi didn't kill him immediately, it would be ten percent. If Wu Yi doesn't have the heart of playing and decisively assassinates, it will be useless.

Taking life as a bet, ordinary people's hearts have been beating non-stop, but Li Xianyuan's face is as calm as ever, as if he is gambling not his own life.

Fifty out of ......

Several people present did not believe what Li Xianyuan said. But there's nothing else to do.

The magistrate turned his head sideways and said to the master: "All the officers and soldiers outside the gate have withdrawn to the county office." ”

The master went out to give orders, and Li Xianyuan also followed them back to the county office. The wound was re-dressed with gold sore medicine.

It's a blessing that I didn't hurt my bones, but it takes more than ten days to recover.

After changing the medicine, Li Xianyuan took the sedan chair of Zhixian County back to the inn. Zhixian Zeng Yantang's Marquis Guesthouse was really not presentable, and was casually prevaricated by Li Xianyuan. He thinks this is very good, if he changes the house and does not see anyone all day, his temperament will return to the time when he was in the mountains.

Because of the wound, Li Xianyuan returned to the inn and changed the half-pillar incense time, and only when his forehead was sweaty was he about to put on a long shirt.

The two brothers of Song Shan and Song Shi still served as guards under Li Xianyuan's strong request, and they lived next door. They are naturally helpless to deal with cultivators, but they are naturally relaxed with some ordinary people with bad intentions.

As soon as Fang closed the closet, a chill surged up for no reason. Li Xianyuan's pupils shrank, and he turned around suddenly, and the brush he had always held in his hand immediately wrote in mid-air.

As soon as he wrote a few strokes, Li Xianyuan suddenly stopped moving.

The bright moon is in the sky, illuminating the empty street outside the window. A window was blown open by the wind, and the cold wind was used to the room, and the hair was blown messy, and it was a little itchy on the forehead.

I am all soldiers.

Li Xianyuan put down his pen and walked to the window. Looking at the bright moon, my mind came to mind for no reason, and I saw the people flying in the sky under the moonlight.

"Cultivator ......"

If it weren't for the lack of qualifications, Li Xianyuan really wanted to try.

Close the window, turn over and blow out the oil lamp, go to bed and sleep.

The moonlight filtered into the room, bringing a bit of silence.

……

The next day, Li Xianyuan woke up early. More than ten years have made him a habit. Whenever you sleep, you will wake up when the rooster crows, and the thunder will not move.

With his injuries, he can not go to the academy for a while. Li Xianyuan washed his face casually and went downstairs to eat some breakfast.

The diners around him pointed at him, but most of them were Li Xianyuan who didn't care, and went upstairs to his room after eating.

Open the window, and the bright sunlight and the hustle and bustle downstairs wash away the smell in the room. Li Xianyuan returned to the table, took out some of the remaining blank rice paper, pressed it with a paperweight, and dipped the brush in ink to write on it.

An hour passed. Li Xianyuan's figure did not move, and there were more than a dozen pieces of rice paper full of words on the side.

Time lapse......

"Little plums. It's not a small amount of courage, I thought you would be so frightened that you hid in the county office, huddled in the room and didn't dare to make a sound. ”

A crisp oriole voice suddenly sounded in the room.

A little weakness is hidden in it. Come to think of it, Wu Yi was injured last night.

Li Xianyuan paused, and continued to write without raising his head. It's just that the action is much faster.

Behind him, Wu Yi laughed: "Why don't you dare to speak?" Or is your composure pretending...... Don't worry, I won't kill it all at once...... What are you writing about!"

A sword intent suddenly spread out in the room!

Li Xianyuan ignored it and continued to write.

Ten years of sharpening a sword;

Frostblade has not been tried.

"You ......" Wu Yi's face changed, and he choked with a sharp sword out of the sheath, stabbing Li Xianyuan in the back of the heart!

At this time, Li Xianyuan had finished writing the third sentence.

Show you today;

Hum -

The sound of the sword chant spread throughout the room, and the sword in Wu Yi's hand also surged and trembled with the sound of the sword, as if it echoed. When he missed, the sword shook out of his hand and stabbed into the ground.

Not only that, but it is all over the place. Whether it's a knight walking on the street, or a swordsman eating at an inn. The long swords in their hands and on the table trembled and stirred, echoing the sword groan. There is an overwhelming sword momentum!

"Let's make peace for the time being!" Wu Yi's eyes finally showed a hint of panic: "Although this poem is strong, it may not be able to kill me." You can think about what will happen to you if I'm okay!"

As soon as the words fell, Wu Yi seemed to notice something, glanced out the window, then glared at Li Xianyuan, pulled out his sword, and rushed to the wardrobe.

Bang -

The two cabinet doors closed heavily, and Wu Yi actually hid in the cabinet.

Li Xianyuan was about to finish the last sentence, but at this moment, two golden lights flashed in the sky and stopped in front of the window. It was actually two young men standing on top of the flying sword, a yellow robe and a crown, and the sword eyebrows and starry eyes were graceful.

There was a commotion of exclamation from below the street. The people downstairs raised their heads one after another, and even some people knelt down and kowtowed to beg for prayers.

"This brother Tai writes a good sword poem!" one of them couldn't help but praise.

"Prizes. Li Xianyuan put down the pen and returned the salute as well.

With the pause of the pen, the sword momentum that had been agitated gradually receded, and all the swords within the hundred zhang returned to calm.

The other person asked politely, "Brother Tai, did you just see a black-robed girl passing by here?"

"See. ”