The atmosphere in Yuecheng is getting higher and higher. After the Qingxian War last month, Lin Tian took the opportunity to encroach on Dadong, causing chaos in the situation, and the Yuecheng market was seriously impacted. So by this month, the number of martial souls registered for bidding in each auction house had doubled as usual, and the reserve price was relatively low, which was an out-and-out event for the martial kings and associations in various places.

I found another hotel to sleep in to relieve the fatigue of a few days of war damage and staying up late. Lian Po and Lin are similar to the situation in the world with pen and paper. When they first got started, they were not proficient, but after using a few pieces of paper, they were able to use gel pens proficiently, but unfortunately their hands were too big. Both of them are listed as secretaries, with broad horizons, and many interesting ideas collide. I slept for twelve hours, and when I woke up they were still talking, joldering down all the ideas they agreed on a piece of paper for me to review. It's not difficult for me to be full of volumes, and I'm also a poet and lyricist. It's just that the ideas of the two still have the color of the slave feudal society during the Warring States period, as well as a small amount of feudalism - I completely deny it. Today, martial kings like Lin Tian have given up this backward system and adopted the company management model, and their old division will not work after all.

I went to the small restaurant opposite the hotel to eat, picked up the bun with chopsticks before taking a bite, and saw a pair of murderous eyes through the gap. When I put down the bun and drank the soup, I also saw the hostility that came in from the edge of the bowl. I smiled, the human eye is really strange, it can tell lies, it has a set of emotions, once it involves interests, it will be exposed! Someone must be staring at me, maybe as soon as I go out, I will be attacked. As for whether he was a person sent by the boss or a subordinate of Li Lei and Wang Yanyu, I didn't bother to think about it.

Zhang Mingxin's call also came just right: "Guo Qian, you made a big fuss." I came out to talk about business three times today, and every customer talked about you! If you don't keep a low profile, how can I lead you to do business! You either come to me, don't move around these days, and when the auction starts, we will buy the gods you have booked. ”

Listen, just listen with your ears open. I deliberately said loudly, "Okay, I'll wait for you at the city gymnasium after dinner." "You report, you report, then it's better for everyone to come over, I'm going to try the power of Lin Xiangru and Lian Po!

The city gymnasium is spacious, and a huge park has been built under the adjacent viaduct. There are no tall trees in the park, but the shrubs are abundant, and the spherical bushes are two meters high, enough to block the view from the outside world. During the closure of the gymnasium, no one will appear in this vicinity, and it is a good place to resolve disputes between the rivers and lakes. Because I said in advance that I would wait for the other party, the person who was watching me would definitely think that I was the only one there, and if I didn't move at this time, how long would I stay? Sure enough, not long after I arrived at the park, I met someone. The man was of medium build, wore a pair of sunglasses, and had very strong bare forearms with a lot of hair. Seeing that I didn't speak, he snorted coldly, pulled out the toilet paper from his pocket, blew his nose fiercely, and then rubbed the paper and threw it into the flowers on the side.

There is not much nonsense among the people in the sunglasses, and the yin qi skyrockets, that is, two huge portals float behind them. The gate on the left is simple and heavy, the pillars are bronze, and the dragon carved on it is still abstract, which is obviously the style of the pre-Qin period. The doorpost on the right is like two tigers descending from the mountain, and their heads are gathered in the middle, and the general is arched out. The two doors slowly opened, and the man in sunglasses slapped his hands, and the corners of his lips smiled. The general who came out of the gate on the left was holding a short sword, his hair was barefoot, and he was in a white robe and black hair, like a doctor. The one who came out on the right was taller and bigger, with gold armor and red robes, and actually held up a red-veined gold-body tiger roaring sickle. The yin and qi of the two are distinct, one soul fire is quiet and thin, like the mist between the lakes in the early autumn morning, and the other is gorgeous and gorgeous, a piece of gild, made of tiles and paved with gold.

"Lord, the man on the left, quite acquainted. Lian Po smiled, "At this moment, he should be like a rui martial spirit." ”

Since it's a figure that Lian Po knows, I don't dare to be careless. When I looked at it again, I deliberately moved closer to that era, and my brain was working at high speed to search for people who were close to him. His deep clothes are so clean and spotless that it makes people sigh, as if he is not a thing of this world, and has nothing to do with the dust and mundane things of this world! I am a person who has read books, but everyone who has read books knows who he is. He walked along the cement path, and the flowers and plants in the flowerbed beside him were sensitive, and he tilted his head slightly and bowed in his direction. A sky-blue air escaped from his ankles, blowing through the flowers and grass and through the bushes. He made them sway naturally, listening intently to his silent teachings. He chanted for a long time, and the miraculous and wonderful words turned into the words I heard: "Commit yourself to the mire?"

"Is it possible that there is something spiritual that can live innocently?" I laughed, "whether it is man or beast, from the time of intuition, it is no longer innocent. I, Guo Qian, am stuck in the quagmire, and I can't be like a lotus flower out of the mud without staining, but what I do, I have a clear conscience!"

I also circulated the yin qi in my body, urging the two gates to pull out the land next to the Yin River and manifest in this world. Needless to say, the golden lion roared, according to the dome, the runes on both sides shone brightly, the yin qi burned violently, and the orange flames surrounded the doorpost, like a long snake twisted up, along the river of golden runes to the top of the portal, and the flames floated into the air. Lian Po fell first, and the long knife shook the ground, breaking up a lot of road debris and smashing into the feet of the three main generals of the other party. The man in sunglasses was very disdainful, kicked the stone away, and said, "It seems that you knew that someone would come, you found the person who made the report, and deliberately waited here." Let me tell you, I'm not one of those incompetent merchants, I'm an assassin, taking people's money and helping them from disaster. ”

Lian Po wanted to stroke his beard, but he was burned and had not yet recovered, so he wiped his chin a little crampedly, shook his hand and dragged the knife away, and took the general of the tiger's head sickle. The souls of the two people were the same color, and the blade of the knife hooked the sickle, that is, the golden light chips that exploded into large beams. The work of the welder can't make so much light. After trying the strength, Lian Po was still larger, and took the initiative when he returned the knife, Lian Po stepped forward and leaned over, leaned down with the handle of the knife in one hand, and threw the knife forward. The Tiger Head Scythe General supported the ground on one leg and leaned back at a flat angle, avoiding the sweeping knife, and the Yin Qi that probed forward directly burned the tip of his bulging nose, burning a little scorched black. Lian Po immediately kicked the ground and raised his body after sweeping, the hand holding the knife was released, the knife rotated and flew to the back for a moment, and then taught his left hand to catch it, just grasping the three-point position; In this way, Lian Po was kicked away, and the general of the tiger-headed sickle stood again, and the two of them finished fighting together.

"Similarly, are you sure about dealing with Qu Yuan?" I secretly shouted, please bring out the newly included Lin Xiangru. The layout of his general's mansion is similar to Lian Po, but it is beautiful and crystalline, and the whole body is like jasper. Lin Xiangru pulled out his sword, slid his fingers over his body, and said with a smile: "Listening to what I said just now, this Qu Yuan's martial soul soul is no longer as pure as it was back then, perhaps because his current master pattern is not enough. The Lord is of good cheer, and he has come to purify him as he is. ”

"Isn't this pure? You can't see his miracle in my body, even ordinary flowers and plants know to bow down to him. Look at his clothes, so flowing······"

Xiang Ru smiled lightly, and slightly watched the sword and said: "The Lord was born in that era, and I don't know Qu Ping's virtuous ability." As we know now, later people called us the Warring States, but in the past few hundred years, how many saints have there been? General Lian is not a saint, and he is also blunt, but Dr. Qu Ping is an out-and-out saint. Whoever knows that there are seven heroes at the time, he will know the doctor of Chu!"

The fairy-like man held his sword and smiled: "This is not bad. Qu Ping, who is on the right path, has long since died, and now lives as a martial spirit. But the monarch I care about, besides King Huai, can there be a second one! It turns out that the water of the Miluo River cannot wash away my thoughts of the dead king of my homeland, and the water of the Miluo River cannot bring me innocence! But as a human minister, how can I not serve my monarch with all my loyalty and wisdom--you will taste the bitterness of the river like me!"

He pointed down from the sky with a sword, although he was more than ten steps away from me, he could still create yin qi into a stream of water, and the clear waves were rolling, almost hitting me. Fortunately, Lin Xiangru then dropped the sword, and the jade-colored yin qi filled my body, expanding outward, forming a jade shell. This jade cover kept the water out for me. I was both shocked and thrilled by the magic of the Martial Spirits! They were able to reach the edge of their imagination and restore those complex patterns and even entities with their simple Yin Qi. This kind of literary fighting is no less exciting than Lian Po Zilong's martial arts!

Who's to say it isn't. When Lin Xiangru persuaded the King of Qin with his incorruptible tongue and returned to Zhao to the top, General Lian was not convinced, and in the end he was not convinced! Qu Yuan was even more powerful, he was the spiritual root of our nation, and he was one of the first people to bring us national cultural heritage. He was the forerunner of Romanticism, Romanticism itself. Innocent. To this day, when we mention this word, we can't help but think of Qu Yuan. Although, as he said, because some people engage in historical fiction and fabricate nonsense based on wild history, they go so far as to tarnish the names of the sages and sages of other people for thousands of years, regard them as "foolish loyalty," and classify them as "victims" without argument -- how can this be right? I would like to believe that the worship of people in ancient times, the worship of those noble people with stories, was not only the need of the ancient feudal rulers. Their self-spirit, their sacrifices, their deep understanding of righteousness, their unyielding willingness to die······ Their innocence is their innocence. The Miluo River water that Qu Yuan invested will be filled with glutinous fragrance for him every year, drunk countless fish and shrimp, and will also drunk every one of our Yanhuang descendants. For a thousand years, we have taken them as our benchmarks, and there should be nothing but pure admiration here. I think what Qu Yuan just said is not that some people splashed ink on him, but that his innocence was unknowingly kidnapped by us.

Would you rather commit yourself to the quagmire?

How desolate and miserable he said this. He didn't expect that he could still exist as a martial spirit, let alone serve a person who made a living by killing so casually. He only misses his old kingdom and monarch, and he only hates the bitterness of the water of the Miluo River, but it cannot make him sleep forever.

I don't know what kind of person Sunglasses is, he can subdue such a martial spirit, he must have his own blood, but the side he showed me is just like this. I knew I was just a bystander to his story, and I didn't dare to assert it.

No one can use their own stories to pour out others, this is the truth I learned from observing Lin Xiangru's battle with Qu Yuan. Which of them is not a famous minister of a generation, but has become a figure we revere? There is no superiority in the story, just like this martial spirit, there is no absolute strength or weakness. Qu Yuan groaned, pointed his sword at the sky, and the sky called for water, and rushed down like a waterfall. Can you say that Lin Xiangru's heart is not as good as Qu Yuan's body? It suddenly occurred to me that maybe the emotions poured into the battle between the martial souls came from the soul master. Otherwise, what is the point of fighting in this era? It is we who are vying for victory, and it is we who are superior.

As the Man in Sunglasses says, he is an assassin. From the beginning, I had to care about how I could defeat him, not whether my general would be able to kill his general. For a long time, I put the cart before the horse.

The jade bi that was similar to Lin Xiangru was ruthlessly dispersed by the flow of water, dissolving into the original form of yin qi. It's like a leak in the house, and the water condensed by Qu Yuan's yin qi drip down the cracks on the roof, and then string it together, and finally break my thoughts. This water is not sharp, only the feeling of turbulent hitting, but its power lies in the penetration of the spirit. When I was doused with this water, I saw those scenes of right and wrong in the past, playing out in my mind over and over again. Every mistake I've made, every action I've hurt someone else, even every thought, is endless. When the water touched my skin, it attracted all the yin veins in my body, and then collided and abrasive, immediately creating billowing black smoke in the ruins of the jade.

Before he fell, I saw the barefoot man wandering with his sword, surrounded by water, like a river and sea. He stood on the edge of the stone by the flower bed, his eyes slightly widened, and he was draped in a smile.