"Hmm, are you awake?" Furuyama said with a smile of pity, "what a poor child, to let you go through the darkest end of your life." ”

"Ahem, you know...... What day is it?"

"Aren't you here because of the Peach Blossom Festival? We call it the Hina Festival, but there is another saying that it should be Shangsi. ”

Zhong Yue leaned against the stone and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's a bit cultured." In our Jianghuai, Shangsi is also Halloween, do you understand what I mean?"

The "Great Priest" had already cleaned up the scene, selected a suitable location, and said, "Isn't that right? Today next year, there will be so many people burning paper money for you." ”

"No, no, no, Shangsi, it's a spirit!"

"Oh, are you stalling again? ”

Zhong Yue raised his hand and said with bated breath: "The ignorant who claims to be an ink person, let me show you how the real ink evolves!"

Zhong Yue was originally reluctant to use this way to change this era of peace, but there will always be some annoying guys to provoke, so ...... On the festival of Shangsi, let you understand the horror of calligraphy and ink!

Mo Yun covered Zhong Yue's eyes, and countless ink dots were like prisoners who had just been released from the shackles, growing greedily and wantonly.

"Fool me and no one in Huaxia?"

"Those who offend me will be punished even if they are far away!"

"Who?" said Eguchi Shigeike heard the roar that exploded his ears, and his soul was frightened.

There is no moon tonight, but the scattered ink world makes this dark night even darker.

Gu Shan narrowed his eyes when he saw it, and the trekking pole in his hand stabbed towards Zhong Yue.

"Back then, I killed all the ronins, and I was not happy, and today I will fight three hundred times!"

"Who are you!?" Now Gushan Jianyi was really scared, because he felt the huge force coming from the trekking pole, he never expected that this young man from Huaxia ...... "You are not human!

"Sanyin Xu Wenchang is also!"

An old voice came from the air, but he didn't care about the tense atmosphere below, "Mr. Qingteng, I would like to be your lackey!"

Zhong Yue spit out a mouthful of old blood and muttered, "Three big yellow croakers, can't you help them?"

"I'm a painter!" Bai Shiong's voice seemed to be a little angry, "Who do you think of me?" He always felt that Zhong Yue regarded him as a philistine, the kind that couldn't climb out of the eyes of losing money.

"I'm very rich!" Bai Shiweng patted his wheelchair and said, when he was shooting, in the thick cotton clothes, the metal voice clanged, and those who didn't know thought that this was the heir of the Hong family's iron fist. The wheelchair that Qi Lao was sitting in was not that kind of wheelchair, but a car chair with wheels, well, it was a wheelchair, and it was a means of transportation designed by the carpenter with the crystallization of wisdom......

“……”

Zhong Yue looked for Qi Baishi, probably because Lao Qi had worked as a carpenter, and he was easy to call, as for the others, they were all literati, and Zhong Yue didn't expect them to help him do anything.

"No, you're naughty again! How many times did I say it when I first accepted you? Foreign countries should not, foreign countries should not, you see, there is a quarrel with the Fuso people, is it that the price of the book has not been negotiated, are you going to be angry with the old man, right?"

"Uncle Wen, dissipate your anger, now they are bullying our family Xiaoyue, first of all, we have to unanimously shoot these turtle grandchildren to death!"

"A few uncles ......"

"Don't. Wang Ximeng, you are from the Middle Song Dynasty, and we are waiting for the Ming and Qing dynasties, and we are different in generation. ”

"......" Zhong Yue called it uncomfortable, "What are you doing with your sister?"

Listening to the darkness of the night, there was more than one person, the vigorous "Great Priest" no longer dared to act rashly, as for Furuyama Miichi, because he had practiced bushido, under the chaotic hammer of the madman Xu Wei, he was also very uncomfortable.

"These ...... These are the ghosts you've recruited, devil, do you know you're killing yourself?" Shigeike Eguchi frantically swept the sky with a flashlight, but there was no figure in sight.

Zhong Yue was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Xu Wei, who was fighting with Gu Shanjian, it seems that not everyone can come down, and he was almost deceived by Lao Qi to go to the big yellow croaker. He gradually felt that his body was slowly recovering under the moisture of Mo Yun, and he was already able to stand up, so he stood up with the rock mass behind him, looked at the estuary heavy pond on the cliff, and muttered: "It seems that I should do it myself." ”

The aura of his body skyrocketed!

Zhong Yue, who has long been evidenced by calligraphy and painting, waited for the mantle of the dragon saint Zhang Seng Xuan, and the squatting brushwork was complete, and the ink rhyme on his body condensed into a right flower.

Zhong Yue was taken aback.

This is...... Equipment???

His aura was still rising.

The Nine Potentials of the Gods and Men have comprehended the third layer of the realm, and they have already surpassed the height of ordinary brushwork, and it is not an exaggeration to say that now Zhong Yue wants to become his own law, unique, and can completely open a mountain and establish a sect in ancient times, and the breath is only slowed down at the peak of the squatting Feng Realm, Zhong Yue feels that in fact, he can break through this barrier with a slight force, but the Taiji Dragon Diagram has not yet been understood, and the yin and yang have not been consummated, and it seems a bit worthless to give up his hegemony for a miscellaneous fish.

"That's it for now. ”

Feeling the strength of the meridians, Zhong Yue felt how dashing and majestic He Zhizhang and the others were, and before they made a move, they were no longer the kind of literati who were weak. It seems that ink rhyme can drive any mortal thing in heaven and earth.

He stared blankly at the flashlight shining through him.

"If you can see the sun, why not be afraid of the slight!"

Eguchi Shigeike was frightened in his heart, isn't this person afraid of strong light? This is a lithium battery strong light battery, and ordinary people have already covered their eyes with their hands!

Zhong Yue walked over with a smile, "Mr. Chongchi, there will be an abyss beyond that. ”

"Ah...... 助けて!"

"助けて......"

Zhong Yue squinted, he had never thought of taking someone's life, but tonight!

Those who offend my China will be punished even if they are far away!

"Do you believe in fate, Grand Priest?"

"Bridge bean sack, bridge bean sack ......" Eguchi Chongchi has retreated to the edge of the cliff.

With a wave of Zhong Yue's hand, Mo Yun became an invisible claw in the dark night, locking the Jiangkou Chongchi in place.

Gushan Jianyi, who was dragged by the ink man Xu Wei and fell into a coma, was also thrown to Zhong Yue's side, as if he had been hit by some bullet, just emitting black smoke.

"No, just do it in moderation, it's too angry! It will do you no good in your calligraphy!"

Xu Wenchang, the ink man on the side, scolded angrily: "Fart!"

“……”

“……”

Bai Shiongweng immediately turned his back, "Mr. Qingteng said you fart!"

Wen Zhengming: "......"

"This is self-defense!"

Zhong Yue looked at the faceless ink man Xu Wenchang, took his sword, and slowly stabbed into the heart of the Eguchi Chongchi.

"If anyone does not offend me, I will not offend anyone, but if anyone offends me, I will ...... Grass...... You...... Mom!"