At this time, in Xicheng District, in the Red Flame Academy, Xiang Anran had also received the news of Guo Sheng's death, which was simply the sky falling for him.

If the thigh is broken, will he fall down with it?

Do you want to leave the imperial capital to take refuge?

As for Guo Sheng's previous confession of "going to bully Xia Yuan and getting back to the field", he would definitely not do it.

No matter how good the feng shui treasure land of the island in the middle of the lake is, it has nothing to do with his Red Flame Academy.

Xiang Anran hurriedly walked into the house.

As soon as he entered, his hair suddenly exploded, and there was a tall man in the room who was almost like a beast, and the animal skin cloak he was wrapped in was bulging with muscles, and the hood covered half of his face, showing only the white teeth under the bridge of his nose.

This is exactly the twenty-second murderer - heaven killing.

The man locked on to him for a moment.

Sense of danger.

The sense of oppression made Xiang Anran like falling into an ice cave.

The man spoke directly: "Don't be afraid. ”

The terrifying aura of lockdown eased slightly.

Xiang Anran felt a little more comfortable at this time, he couldn't help but be surprised at how many people the man in front of him had killed, but he didn't escape, but squinted, and then slowly let go of the hand holding the edge of the door, pressed it back, and locked it.

The man's teeth grinned.

If Xiang escaped safely, then he wouldn't say much, and directly killed the palace master.

The room was quiet.

Heavenly Killer said slowly: "The task that Guo Sheng gave you before he died, continue." ”

Xiang Anran remained silent.

If the other party is really sincere, many things should be said together.

God Killer said: "One thigh is broken, and there are other thighs, whether you can hold it or not, it's up to you this time." ”

Xiang Anran: "Wuxin Xue Palace can't move, even if the palace master in Dongcheng District has a good relationship with me, he won't take the initiative to touch them, let alone touch Xia Yuan, Xia Yuan's two poems lead to the vision of heaven and earth, now it's Qinglian Gongzi, plus the White Dragon King, you and I both know that he is very stable at this time, if I continue the original task, I will drag the Red Flame School Palace down the abyss." ”

Heavenly Killer sneered: "Then it depends on whether the Xiang Palace Master wants to soar by himself, or retire with the Xue Palace, right... This matter of the imperial capital, it is easy to get involved, but it may not be easy to exit, it is an end horizontally and vertically, I will give you ten seconds to think clearly. ”

After saying that, the god killed himself and counted it.

"Ten. ”

"Nine. ”

"Eight. ”

...

...

"Three. ”

...

Xiang Anran's thoughts were flying.

He didn't know who the man in front of him was, but he probably guessed that he was a person from the top ten attendants, and now that Guo Sheng is dead, it should be another attendant who directly intervened in the game, as for which one, his level is not clear.

But he couldn't refuse.

This is not a multiple-choice question at all.

Xiang Anran would not be so naïve to think that he could really choose.

Therefore, he said directly: "Okay, the original mission continues." ”

The beastly man bared his teeth and seemed to be laughing, and then took out a long box from his sleeve and a long shaft and put it on the table, "This is done, even if the Xiang Palace Master proves his ability, those who are capable will always be welcomed, and then you can have a new father-in-law, humhahaha..."

The man turned.

Xiang Anran heard the sound of the stone slab behind his bed being lifted.

Another moment.

Silent.

Xiang Anran ran to the back of the bed to take a look, and the stone slab that had been lifted was put away again, but the beast-like man had disappeared without a trace, and he hurriedly lifted the stone slab to take a look, and it was all dirt under it.

Xiang Anran was silent, if this wasn't his territory, he really thought that there was a secret passage hidden behind his bed.

Taking a deep breath, he ran to the table and looked at the two things.

The long axis is a transfer book.

There was a mansion in Dongcheng District that had been abandoned a few years ago, and it would be the new address of the Red Flame Academy, and he needed to move there within three days.

The long box opens.

Seven colored pills were neatly placed inside.

There was also a note similar to "Instructions for Use" left next to the pill:

Little Demon Soul Pill: After use, you can greatly increase your strength within seven days, and there is no abnormality in appearance, and the inner demon will definitely break out after seven days.

The formula is unknown, the grade is unknown.

Maybe even experiments.

Xiang Anran stared at this elixir, and he suddenly remembered the sentence that the man asked just now, "Then it depends on whether the Xiang Palace Master wants to soar by himself, or retire with the Xue Palace."

The so-called gloomy exit is not to get out safely, but to die...

Under the nest, will there be no eggs?

That being the case, then...

Xiang Anran covered the box of the Little Demon Soul Pill and sighed softly.

He could probably guess a little bit of what the new attendant thought.

It is to promote the plan that originally belonged to Guo Sheng, to keep everything unchanged, since - fishing.

And he's the bait on the rod.

The bait will be eaten by the fish.

Still succeeded in hooking the fish's mouth.

It's up to you.

The Red Flame Academy Palace Master glanced out the window in fear, high up, there seemed to be a fishing rod fishing down, he was just a small bait at the end of this fishing line, shaking in the calm water on the surface and turbulent water inside.

I can't help myself back and forth.

...

...

The spring rain is amorous, the streets are red and green, and the oil-paper umbrellas are floating like duckweed.

Xia Yuan lifted the corner of the curtain and looked outside the painting boat.

Dozens of miles of lakes, hundreds of thousands of ripples blooming white flowers.

In the distance, the trembling red flowers on the peach branches should also be fat after this rain, right?

Outside the curtain

Song Dian is extremely serious and sacred, and he is swearing a demon oath.

"Disciple Song Dian, swear with the devil in his heart, no matter whether the teacher recognizes it or not, from now on Dian only recognizes the teacher, and will never betray the teacher or go against the teacher.

What the teacher asks is what the teacher thinks, what the teacher wants, that is, what the teacher thinks, and what the teacher wills, that is, the fate of the classic.

...

...

If half of the sentence is violated, but the canon immediately falls into the abyss of the demons in the heart, the body dies, and the soul is scattered..."

The words ended.

Song Dian knocked his head nine times again.

Nine is the number of poles.

Even if he had kowtowed to the Son of Heaven, he would have only bowed five times.

These nine are the real net worth and life completely entrusted.

Song Dian really had no choice.

If there was the slightest hope, he would not have made such an oath that was almost a "deed of sale".

Xia Yuan glanced sideways at Ning Bao.

Ning Bao nodded at him, signaling that this heart demon oath was no problem.

Xia Yuan spread out the paper, locked on Ning Bao with his tyrant talent, and immediately put down the pen.

He thought about it for a long time just now, and finally remembered the full text of the poem, fortunately he remembered, otherwise it would be really difficult.

Thereupon...

Following the previous writing style, the pen fell like a ghost.

Ning Bao leaned over to look...

She only knew that Jun Shang was very capable of fighting, but now she found that Jun Shang was not only able to fight, but also a first-class and merry talent.

The handwriting on the rice paper is extremely sloppy, full of the malice of the sky***...

But the handwriting is still legible.

Ning Bao recited softly:

"Will scorch Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Huan. ”

Zhu Hai and Hou Huan are two strong men with a record of history.

...

"Three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light. ”

...

"After the eyes are dazzled, the spirit is vibrant. ”

...

"Save Zhao waving the golden gavel, Handan was shocked first. ”

"Two strong men in Qianqiu, Xuanhe Daliang City. ”

"The bones of the dead man are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world. ”

"Who can write Your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan ......"

The pen fell here, and Xia Yuan didn't continue to write.

The entire imperial capital.

Hundreds of miles of spring rain.

Suddenly, they were all filled with mysterious gestures, as if they had stopped, as if they were silent, and after waiting for the last word to fall, they were going to have a vision.

The first half of the birth has already made the heavens and the earth recite it.

Now that this is complete, it is carrying the momentum of wind and rain all over the city.

But Xia Yuan didn't leave the last word behind.

Heaven and earth are looking forward to it.

Nor does he fall.

Although he was not him at this time, but a tyrant who had never been transformed, this vision might not provoke Qinglian, but he was still worried that his peaceful and leisurely life would change with the fall of this last word.

So, he threw his pen and looked sideways at Ning Bao, who smiled at him softly and nodded.

Xia Yuan got up, turned around, pressed the hat, and walked out of the cabin in one step, and walked into the shadows that no one could detect, even in Ning Bao's divine sense, his existence suddenly disappeared, this is the hermit talent.

One more step, he walked to the surface of the lake, not the slightest ripple, the slightest wind and rain.

In a step and a half, clouds grew under his feet, shrunk into inches, and in just a few breaths, he was completely away from the scene.

The vision of heaven and earth has nothing to do with him.

Ning Bao took the wolf's hair, raised his slender hand, dipped a drop of ink obliquely, and at the end of the poem of the ghost drawing, the last Juanxiu "Jing" word fell, so it was complete:

- Who can write Your Excellency, the White Head Taixuan Sutra.

This poem already contains a murderous aura, coupled with the billowing evil aura that Xia Yuan integrated into it when he wrote, at this time, it was like a god of killing grabbing a hammer and smashing the drum.

Every word in the scroll of poetry rises with a suffocating evil aura that is so thick that these evil qi are like substance, intertwined, combined, decomposed, and moved, and in a few moments they turn into a magic dragon in the palm of their hands.

The magic dragon takes off an inch in the air, and when it sees the wind, it grows.

Take off one foot in the air and grow as long as a person.

Soaring into the air, it was already like breaking free from the shackles, and the figure was accompanied by a long dragon chant, spanning thousands of meters, straight into the sky.

When heaven and earth came to the complete poem, it hummed and began to whisper.

The dragon soars into the sky, hovering for hundreds of miles, overlooking the world.

With such a vision, the entire emperor was stunned.

Read it five times.

Song Dian knelt down and took the scroll of poems handed out from the bamboo curtain, he knew that the teacher was gone, he didn't even know who the teacher was, but this did not mean that his demonic oath was invalid.

Perhaps, our family is not qualified to know the identity of the teacher, right?

The attendant took the scroll and said sincerely: "Thank you." ”

After speaking, he didn't care about everything, spread out the scroll of poems, greedily absorbed the artistic conception in it, immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself, the broken state of mind was suddenly continued, like a long drought and a rain, Song Dian began to quickly enter the state, which does not mean that he can break through the grandmaster now, but it means that he is slowly walking on the road again.

He needed to take a moment of stability, and then quickly return to the chamberlain's mansion for retreat.

Xia Yuan walked on the noisy streets, and the people around him were still shocked by the flying demon dragon, shocked by the poem, and even with a look of horror, they were even scared to cry, and some were so frightened that they peed their pants.

The evil spirit is like this, how can mortals be contaminated with a single star?

He walked through the hustle and bustle, came to the arched bridge and found the old man selling sugar gourds, spent 20 yuan to buy two strings of sugar gourds with sesame seeds, unpacked the sugar coating and ate a bunch by himself, and brought a bunch back to his junior sister.

Walking and walking...

He was stunned suddenly, because of his eyebrows, the fourteen-petal green lotus suddenly appeared a flower stem, and the stem was wrapped around the demon dragon, and then slowly retracted until it subsided...

The lotus is holy, and the stem is like a demon.

Xia Yuan was surprised.

Even if the last word is not written by himself, this "reward of heaven and earth" still belongs to him, and God really has eyes.

"Shhhhh

He gasped and muttered, "This hawthorn is too sour, isn't it?"

He spat out the nucleus casually and took a few more steps.

He suddenly felt something in his heart, and when he looked up, the peach blossoms were actually blooming in the rain.

Smile at the sight of flowers.

The magic dragon and these miscellaneous things were left behind.