In the cabinet, the girl held the sword tightly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info looked at Li Xianyuan's back through the gap.

The two men were beaming. They had been looking for Wu Yi for a night, and they felt the curiosity of the sword and came to come, but they didn't expect to gain something.

One of them gave up his hand to Li Xianyuan: "We are disciples of the Pure Yang Sect, and we are ordered by the master to arrest the Demon Dao, please tell the girl where she is going!"

Li Xianyuan picked up his pen again and pointed to the east. Then continue to write on the paper.

Standing on top of the flying sword, the two glanced at each other, and bowed their hands to Li Xianyuan: "Thank you, brother, let's ...... Do it!"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout, and two golden rays of light went straight to the wardrobe.

Li Xianyuan's sleeve robe waved, and he quickly wrote the last sentence on the rice paper!

Who is wronged.

Poetry!

Buzz Buzz -

The sound of the sword suddenly resounded in the circle of the inn, and the sword momentum that had already dispersed suddenly condensed, condensing a small glass translucent sword three inches above Li Xianyuan's head, and the scattered sword momentum caused ripples in the void around him.

The small sword above his head spun and spun violently, and the tip of the sword pointed straight at the wardrobe. Automatically aim at the people around you who are hostile to Li Xianyuan.

Buzz -

The small glass sword as thin as a cicada's wings trembled, and the sword roared like a dragon's groan, stabbing out in an instant, leaving a trajectory in mid-air.

Boom!

Sawdust flew, and a black shadow sprang out of the closet, rolling on the spot to avoid the two flying swords that pierced through. Wu Yi's hair was messy and looked embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, the glass sword turned around, and it went straight to Wu Yi again.

Wu Yi resisted with his sword, time seemed to slow down in an instant, and the tip of the small glass sword touched the scabbard......

Straight through!

Wu Yi's eyes froze, and he suddenly turned his head. The small glass sword seemed to cut through the air, wiped his cheeks tightly, and dissipated into nothingness.

Hum -

All the swords within the hundred zhang returned to calm.

A few strands of hair fell from Wu Yi's ears.

"You!" Wu Yi stopped laughing and glared at Li Xianyuan. In an instant, she was almost dead.

"Stupid woman, do you think I'll be like a novel, moved by compassion and pity the jade to let you go?" Li Xianyuan's eyes were cold, and with an indifferent look, he gave people a feeling of iceberg.

"If it weren't for the lack of strength, if you didn't learn to talk and sword, you would have been killed if you were stained with blood. ”

The glass sword castrated too slowly, and finally let Wu Yi dodge.

"Collect!" The two Pure Yang Sect disciples pinched the sword trick and withdrew the flying sword, looking at Li Xianyuan in surprise. Not only because of his words, but also because of the means of turning poetry into a sword.

"Even mortals dare to say big things. Wu Yi was furious. The mortal who had always regarded her as an ant almost hurt herself, making her angry and her eyebrows erected.

Li Xianyuan did not reply to her, but raised the pen and wrote in mid-air.

"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star. Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles!"

With Li Xianyuan's loud voice, a faint phantom suddenly formed behind Li Xianyuan.

With the appearance of the phantom, a sword momentum rose into the sky!

Wu Yi bore the brunt of the attack, and the monstrous sword momentum rushed towards her, almost making her unable to breathe.

Hum -

Not only Wu Yi's sword, but also the flying swords in the hands of the two Pure Yang Sword Sect disciples shook together. The long sword is like a dragon's roar!

"You ......" Wu Yixing's eyes widened, no longer indifferent.

The two youths were also stunned, but quickly calmed down. The flying sword was no longer usable, and the two grabbed the hilt of the sword, pointed the sword and rushed out, and the sword momentum was like a rainbow!

Wu Yi woke up in shock, didn't see what she was doing, and suddenly turned into a cloud of ink and appeared behind the two in the blink of an eye. Put your palms together and slap them straight to the back of the heart!

A cloud of black gas, just looking at it makes people dizzy and sick.

"Two little miscellaneous fish, dare to do something to this girl!"

"Brush off your clothes and go to hide your merit and fame!"

Li Xianyuan's cold drink suddenly came from behind him, and his voice seemed to turn into a sword, and the words resounded in his ears, like thunder.

Wu Yi was afraid of Li Xianyuan, so he hurriedly withdrew his hand and flew out, squatting steadily in front of the window.

"Pure Yang Sword Sect, don't think that having a Patriarch Lu Dongbin can chase after you like a dog" Wu Yi's tone was disdainful, his eyes moved away from the two who rushed to him, he glanced deeply at Li Xianyuan, and jumped back and disappeared from sight.

The crisp yellow oriole's voice echoed with laughter: "As for you Li Xianyuan, this girl remembers you." My name is Wu Yi, remember this girl's name!

By the end, the sound was almost inaudible.

A young man stopped his companion, shook his head and said, "Don't chase." You and I are no match just now. If it weren't for the help of this brother......" He looked at Li Xianyuan, and his eyes arched his hand with gratitude: "Thank you." ”

It is rare for a cultivator to be so kind to mortals.

Li Xianyuan stopped writing, and the majestic aura that supported the black ink in front of him dissipated, and suddenly a few lines of poetry turned into ink and dripped to the ground.

Then he stopped writing, and the phantom behind him gradually dissipated.

Wuhou Cheng County Ya

Back hall

The officials of Wuhou County, such as the county magistrate, were all in the back hall, sitting and standing on both sides of each other without saying a word.

The atmosphere in the back hall was solemn, as if they were waiting for some news.

The officials in the Liangjiu Hall suddenly seemed to feel something, and they all looked to the west.

Ordinary people couldn't detect it, but all of them, scholars, could feel the sudden burst of fierce sword intent. Like countless tiny blades roaming around.

"That's the direction of the inn where Li Xianyuan stayed!"

An official from the ninth rank hesitated: "Such a sword qi, it can't be caused by Li Xianyuan......

They are not used to calling Li Xianyuan, Lord Li, Lord Li, and the like.

The master on the side shook his head: "Don't you remember that Li Xianyuan once said that he was fifty percent sure? Now it seems that most of what he said is true." ”

"But he is a scholar, where can he make a sword ......"

The master book said: "Don't forget, poetry can evoke visions. ”

The official's face was full of surprise: "This guy ...... It's only been three days and I've written another meteorological poem!?"

"Not necessarily. The magistrate suddenly spoke.

"But a vision poem must not create such a big ......" The official's pupils shrank suddenly, and his voice stumbled: "You...... What do you mean ......"

The master looked at the sky from afar and couldn't help but sigh: "What a hero out of a young man...... But isn't that too sharp?"

"I can't hide it, anyway, report it to Xinjing, and let those ministers ......"

"Look, that vision has faded!" exclaimed, and an official shouted as he pointed to the West, regardless of his image.

Seeing this, the officials present breathed a sigh of relief. They can't afford the fact that a child is writing a poem about ghosts and gods.

Although the great merchants are prosperous, because they have a stable place, the people are worry-free, and there are many fewer vision poems than in other countries, and most of them are poems that praise the scenery and think about things.

In other words, the number of Dashang meteorological poems is not as large as that of other ghost and god poems. Even in the millennium, only Shang Taizu wrote ghost poems. Therefore, Dashang was ridiculed and ridiculed by scholars from neighboring countries. Over the years, the poetry competition has been at the bottom of the list.

But even if the ghost and god poems in the whole world are not unique, a child who writes ghost and god poems is really shocking.