"Are you?won't let me rest?" Wen Tingyun picked up Yun Yu and looked at Su Wei helplessly.

It's only been a long time, and I've let myself out again.

"Don't trade with Bai Zigao in the future, I spent all my life to worship him, but I still couldn't stop Huang Chao from going north.

This guy's soul is so broken that you can't offer him up. ”

Wen Tingyun just used Bai Zigao's gun and disliked Bai Zigao's people.

It's deadly.

"I don't seem to have seen you, which ancient immortal are you?" Liu Mingfan held Praruo with both hands and looked at Wen Tingyun with a smile.

It's like a temptation before two tigers fight.

"I'm not an ancient immortal, I'm me, Datang, Wen Feiqing. Wen Tingyun shook his hand, and the nine-foot-long cloud gun instantly turned into a two-foot-long ink pen, and the tip of the pen was still a little inky.

"Wen Feiqing?" Liu Mingfan shook his hand and sneered, "I haven't heard of it." ”

"It's okay, anyway, it doesn't affect me to kill. ”

Soar, slash down!

"Murphy. ”

Under the pen of three or two, the strange beast is galloping.

But he couldn't stop all of them.

Wen Tingyun glanced at the split Moxia Qiqi, and without hesitation, he picked up the pen and began to sketch with the axe blade.

And, from ink to Zhu.

"Zhu Yu!" is a few strokes, but it is a skill.

A crimson barrier bloomed from the tip of the pen, enveloping Wen Tingyun and Su Wei.

"It's kind of interesting!" Liu Mingfan chuckled lightly, and hit the barrier with another axe. "But so what? You can't stop me from the people I'm going to kill!"

Three axes, broken shields.

"Boy, are you pulling me to accompany the funeral?" Wen Tingyun hurriedly retreated, but he could avoid this fatal axe, flashed to Su Wei's side, and pulled out the cloud out of nowhere. "Hold, your sword. ”

"I'm sorry. Su Wei took Yun Yu and said sorry in a low voice inexplicably.

Maybe it's because he caused this drama.

"Hmph, it's still nonsense, let's find a way to suppress him first!" Wen Tingyun glanced at Su Wei with disdain, and the pen in his hand began to swim in the air again.

"Ink Candle Shade!"

"Mo Bifang!"

"Ink and Evidence!"

"Ink Shaft!"

"Mo Tianwu!"

"Zhu Ran!"

Six paths, a whole six runes!

It is normal for a person to be single-minded, it is not difficult to use two purposes, it is rare to have three uses for one heart, and it is rare for one person to use four purposes.

It's impossible!

But this can't be here, right in front of Su Wei's eyes, showing it......

A good one is only tired of nine grades.

The five great creation gods of ancient times, each of them originally had the breath of heaven and earth, Wen Tingyun was able to attract the power of the five hidden in heaven and earth so easily, and his talent and spirituality were really envious.

When the last auxiliary array "burning" was put into writing, Wen Tingyun actually chuckled out and waved the ink wantonly!

The five gods come out together, and they become heaven and earth of their own.

"Domain?" "Liu Mingfan" was a little surprised, he didn't expect that this man who suddenly appeared actually had his own domain, and he was not weak!

If it is true that he does not have any inheritance of the ancient immortals, then this person must be a peerless genius, whether it is troubled or not, he will die!

In the Netherworld, even the earth immortals with slightly inferior talents in general can't have their own realm, and most of them are crocheted with the power of heaven and earth.

"Pain, death, loneliness, despair. ”

Four words, but worth ten thousand words.

Heaven and earth changed suddenly.

Field, dead air field.

"Go, my fools. "Liu Mingfan" threw the Praruo in his hand aside, and the more Yu Tao's side, gently hugged her.

"See, the people who used to be, they are now on their knees at my feet. ”

You can't imagine, those who persecuted me, that I'm back again, and you can only kneel at my feet and beg for mercy, begging me to spare your souls.

What a resounding revenge.

"Hmm. Yu Tao looked at the demon beside her and smiled.

But he laughed innocently.

It was a bloodless battle, and every touch was death, and there was no time to wail.

"Boy, I guess I really won't have a chance to meet my girls today, but I still have a bottle of good peach blossom brew left in the Crimson Mansion. Wen Tingyun looked at the five ancient creation gods who were engulfed in death, his eyes were a little lonely, but his words were still smiling.

His pride does not allow him to show a little frustration!

"But, I can keep you alive!"

Pounced.

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"Dead, dead!

In this world, no one understands my mysteries. ”

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"Why, why is this the case! Why do you have to go, why!"

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"Hahahaha, he's dead, that person he's dead!"

"Don't forget, Bai Zigao is not dead. ”

"But that person is dead! Wen Bacha is dead! Finally dead, he is finally dead!Hahahaha!"

"Maniac. ”

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"It's a pity, a generation of Tianjiao. If it weren't for you, it would be difficult for this Huajian word school to become a climate, so why bother to be so tired. ”

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"Back to the Japanese building, it is not a tent, and when I go, the crown sword is Ding Nian. Maoling did not see the seal of the marquis, and cried to Qiubo in the air.

General, go well, this Tang Huaxia has its own us. ”

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"Die as you deserve, die as you deserve. ”

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"Jun asked that the return date is not due, and the night rain in Bashan rises in the autumn pool.

Feiqing, this mountain and river can't be guarded by you alone. ”

When they said goodbye, the two were no longer humans, ghosts and ghosts, just two broken souls.

"I thought you wouldn't wake up. Wen Tingyun looked at Li Shangyin, and there was still that romance between his eyebrows.

"I didn't want to wake up, but you were too disturbing and had to wake up. ”

If you ask who the sleeper is, besides Li Yishan, who else is?

"Don't sleep you old bookworm to death, full of bullshit poetry and etiquette every day. Wen Tingyun chuckled, and the obscene words flew in his mouth, and there was no more elegance of "romance among flowers".

"The show of the five elements of human endowment, the movement of the seven emotions, there must be an aria, to pass the spirit. How can you say that my poems, books, etiquette and righteousness are bullshit, haven't you eaten too much rouge gouache and are confused?" Li Shangyin stood beside Wen Tingyun, with his hands behind him, although his words were frivolous, he was still upright.

The prosperity of "Wen Li" will come to the world again.

"Did you have this on you before? It's disgusting to look at. Wen Tingyun suddenly turned his head to look at Li Shangyin, his expression was a little strange.

"It's very filthy! It's very filthy! Wen Feiqing, can you let my ears and eyes be clear for a moment!" Li Shangyin scolded angrily, although it was towards Li Shangyin, but the momentum was towards "Liu Mingfan".

Words can be used as prophecies.

"Reading people is trouble. "Liu Mingfan" looked at Wen Tingyun and Li Shangyin with resentment, and constantly drove the dead qi in the realm to surround the two.

"This time you really want to go together, old scholar, aren't you afraid?" Wen Tingyun looked at his slowly dissipating figure, and he could still laugh out loud.

"I'm afraid, but I'm afraid, I still haven't escaped. Li Shangyin sighed, and the brilliance in his eyes dimmed a lot.

If he had enough courage back then, he should have followed Wen Tingyun.

"It's all gone, and the history of a thousand years ago will be left to future generations to comment. Today, you and I will go to Huangquan together, okay?"

What a good one to go to Huangquan together!

"Are you willing to let your champs be soft and red? The Oiran of Chaoqing Mansion has been looking forward to you for a long time. Li Shangyin smiled bitterly, and teased Wen Tingyun with some mood.

"Where am I willing to do it, but I can't help it?" Wen Tingyun laughed wantonly, and pounced on Liu Mingfan a little faster.

It's also quicker.

Death is better than survival.

"Jun asks that there is no deadline for return!" Suddenly, Wen Tingyun shouted this line of poetry.

Before he died, he shouted not his world-famous Bodhisattva, but this sentence.

"Night Rain Sends North", Li Shangyin.

"The night rain in Bashan rises in the autumn pool. Li Shangyin was not as presumptuous as Wen Tingyun, but decently, with his already hoarse voice, gave this poem a little warmth.

"Why should we cut the candles in the west window?"

When I wake up, it is like the wind passing through the mountains and forests, and after lying down, it is like endless water.

It is just like Zhuang Zhou turned into a butterfly and flew around the world.

"But when it rains at night in Bashan. ”

This is supposed to be a peregrine falcon