Wang Shizhen's letter caused a lot of waves in the Guozijian, although the content was scolding, but what kind of person Wang Shizhen is, it is a great honor for him to take a look at it more, and it is a symbol to let him scold: it shows that you have climbed to a position similar to Wang Shizhen, which is worthy of his attention and scolding, at least an opponent worthy of a battle.

After Chen Musa learned the news, he also smiled bitterly and said: "Wang Shizhen is not young anymore, why is he a child again, I also read the things you printed, and I didn't find anything to stab him in the ass, why can't he sit still, and he jumped out in a hurry." ”

"It can't be someone else's fake, right?"

"No, I'm a classmate with him, and I don't know his words. It's just that I haven't passed the letter for many years. Chen Musa said with a smile.

"The teacher and he are classmates?"

"Of course, Wang Shizhen and I are the same year as Zhang Taiyue, and the three of us had a good relationship back then, but later we went our separate ways, I studied science, Wang Shizhen took retro as his own responsibility, and Taiyue took a career as a specialty. ”

Besides, I didn't expect that there was such a connection between these three people, and it was normal to part ways, after all, their life goals were different. He knew that the teacher's contact with Zhang Juzheng had never been interrupted, but for some reason he lost contact with Wang Shizhen.

Since the establishment of the periodical, there have been many people who have exchanged letters with him, some of whom cannot buy books, some of whom have written letters to discuss their opinions on Su Wen, and some of whom have submitted articles, hoping that they can occupy a few lines of space in the journal, and even many ladies and ladies have taken the opportunity to express their love to him tactfully.

In the Guozi Prison, you can see people everywhere holding Dongpo articles and reciting them aloud, and the seeds planted have sprouted and arched out of the ground and grown.

However, there has never been any sound from the retro faction, and it stands to reason that the thorn in the side of these stubborn retro factions is Su Shi, how can they tolerate this phenomenon? Su Wen's re-incarnation is digging the grave of the old ancestor of the retro school, and if this continues, the coffin board of the old ancestor of the retro school will soon be unable to hold it down.

Besides, I don't understand, I think that the retro faction of Guozijian is pretending to be profound, pretending to disdain to argue with him. What he didn't expect was that Wang Shizhen, the leader of the contemporary retro school and the overlord of the literary world, jumped out all of a sudden, and it seemed that this war of the century was inevitable.

One day in the summer, besides, he took out the hell maps he had drawn before and hung them on the wall, he felt that the password for the production of the talisman was still in these hell diagrams, and it was the two hell diagrams that constituted a complete talisman at the beginning, killing Han Ziping hundreds of miles away without any suspense.

He was watching intently, when suddenly Zhou Dingcheng broke in and shouted, "What are you doing, it can't be doing evil things, right?"

Besides, I looked back at him and wondered, "I didn't do anything, what are you yelling for?"

Zhou Dingcheng came in to look around, and sure enough, he was just looking at the painting, and he wondered: "What's going on, I feel miserable outside, as if hell is coming." Yes, it's your hell plots that are at work. ”

He came to look at a picture of hell and couldn't help but shudder: "Did you find it, these pictures of hell seem to have changed." ”

"Has there been a change?" and stepped forward to take a closer look at the one he pointed out, but he didn't see any change.

"It's more eerie, and there's a yin wind flowing, really, you touch it with your hands. Zhou Dingcheng shouted again and waved his hand violently, as if he had been stung by something.

"Nonsense. He touched the painting with his hand, but he took it away, and he did feel that there was wind flowing on the picture, and there was an eerie and bloody atmosphere.

"What's the matter, I didn't lie to you, right?" Zhou Dingcheng said, his face did not smile, but became more solemn.

"What's going on, and it's going to be a demon again?"

Besides, I don't understand, the original portrait of Qiu Xiang was painted because he inadvertently injected the energy of the golden dragon, but he knows these hell pictures himself, and he definitely didn't inject that kind of energy, how could he be a ghost?

"This one, this one, is the most violent. Zhou Dingcheng pointed to another painting and shouted.

Besides, he knew at first glance that it was the first one he painted, and now he looked miserable and weird, revealing great horror.

He used to test it with his hands, and sure enough, he didn't need to get close to the painting, and he could feel the flow of the yin wind from a few inches away.

"What's going on, where does the wind come from?"

"I don't know, it can't be from hell, you kid don't open the gates of hell. No wonder I have an indescribably strange feeling outside, hell is coming, you should put the painting away. Zhou Dingcheng was a little scared.

Besides, I was a little scared, so I quickly took the painting off the wall.

Zhou Dingcheng suddenly stopped him: "I'll collect it later, I want to do an experiment." ”

He went out to the kitchen and grabbed a big rooster and threw it in the house, then went out and closed the door.

Then I heard the big rooster flying around, as if running for his life, and let out a strange cry.

After a while, it was quiet inside, Zhou Dingcheng opened the door, and the big rooster fell to the ground and was dead.

"Can these paintings still kill people......? The big can't be scared to death, right?"

"It's not as simple as scaring to death, if it's like I think, these hell maps seem to have the energy to suck people's souls. These big cocks are just sucked and soulless. Zhou Dingcheng's face was full of horror.

"Nonsense, I've been looking at these hell pictures a lot, and I've never had anything like sucking souls. "I don't believe it.

"You drew it yourself, and of course it won't be done to you. But how can I be fine......" Zhou Dingcheng couldn't explain.

If the Hell Diagram could really suck people's souls, he would have been in it for a long time, and the three souls and six spirits should have been sucked dry, but he was fine.

"Could it be that now we can only suck the souls of animals, not humans?" Zhou Dingcheng guessed again.

Besides, he took out the big rooster and told the servants to throw it away, and told them not to eat it, for it was not a good death, and that if they ate it, they might have problems.

"Besides, I think these hell maps may be very useful, if the Protector sends them to the door in the future, you can directly unfold these maps, and I guess it will scare them to the core. "Zhou Ding became enlightened.

"Those people are all high-ranking people, where can they be so timid. ”

"It's not a cowardice, and I wouldn't dare come in if I didn't know you were inside. You're used to being here, and you don't feel that eerie. Zhou Dingcheng said, and couldn't help but tremble.

Besides, I didn't believe him, but examined these hell pictures one by one.

These hell maps seem to really have the ability to grow themselves, he didn't care about it before, and he didn't notice it, but now that Zhou Dingcheng brought it up, he found that all the hell maps were much more gloomy than before, and they really lived up to the name of the hell map, especially that kind of yin wind, which was absolutely not there before.

He was thinking about whether to burn all these paintings, if they had the ability to grow, what they would look like in the future, he was not sure, if it was really like Zhou Dingcheng said, it connected to the gate of hell, he would break into a catastrophe.

"Don't burn it, don't burn it, these may really be of great use in the future, used to deal with those bastards of the Ancestor Protector Sect and the Empty Dao Gate, it's best to catch a live one, and then lock it in this room and try it to see if it has the effect of sucking souls on people, if that's the case, you will have a big killing weapon in your hand." Zhou Dingcheng was both frightened and full of excitement.

"Wait a minute, I might know why this happened. ”

Besides, he suddenly remembered something, and he walked to the cupboard, opened the cupboard, and took out two paintings.

These two paintings are the weapons that he successfully made at the beginning, the sharp weapons that killed Han Ziping, because he heard that the talismans were scrapped after they were used, so they have been placed here and never looked at them, and those hell maps are put together with these.

It can't be this thing, right?

He opened the two paintings, and suddenly felt a strong yin wind spurting out, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

"Close, close. Zhou Dingcheng screamed, and then escaped like a rabbit, at this moment he had carried Wudang's Tiyun Vertical Light Skill to the extreme.

Needless to say, he quickly closed the two paintings, but the moment he opened them, he felt as if the dead bodies inside were alive.

"What kind of monster did you get?"

Moreover, after coming out, Zhou Dingcheng looked at him with an incredible expression.

Besides, he never admitted to killing Han Ziping with a military talisman, and the explanation afterwards was also very satisfactory, it was a friend of his who took his painting to kill Han Ziping, put the painting on Han Ziping, and just showed him that he had completed the task.

This explains that everyone believes it, and Zhou Dingcheng is also one of them, and he doesn't know about the military talisman.

At this moment, he was shocked in his heart, and he somewhat understood that these two paintings were not to kill Han Ziping, but to suck his soul dry. Those hell diagrams and these two talismans are put together every day, and they may have been infected with the soul atmosphere in them, and they were infected.

Could it be that those two talismans can still be used?

Besides, there is a big question mark drawn in my heart, this is unreasonable, the talisman made by the old man of Qianji will be scrapped after use, and there is no possibility of reuse. And there are doubts about whether these two paintings are military talismans, at least not regular military talismans. Moreover, the talisman is only used to kill people, and it has no ability to suck people's souls at all.

"What the hell is going on, aren't those the two paintings you painted in the first place? These are not painting demons, but they have brought hell out. Zhou Dingcheng's face was pale, he was really frightened, and his legs were still weak.

At that moment just now, he really felt that a door had opened, and not only a fierce yin wind erupted out, but also endless unjust souls were rushing out.