Real world, June 5, 2011, Niu Hua Town, Yu Wenhao's home. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It was the weekend, and the weather was cloudy.

This morning, Yu Wenhao had breakfast, finished his homework, sat on the edge of the small bed, looked out the window, and looked at the sky.

And beside Yu Wenhao, the heart demon with an illusory figure floating is comfortable.

He looked at Yu Wenhao with a deep groan, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Shouldn't I write a poem today?"

Yu Wenhao looked at the sky outside the window and muttered in his mouth.

"But what should I write?"

"Or, write a comfortable poem, this, you can refer to Tao Yuanming's poem."

"Or, write a little sad?"

Yu Wenhao hesitated, took the "Collection of Ancient Poems" next to the pillow, and flipped through it casually.

After turning several pages in a row, Yu Wenhao still didn't find a suitable subject.

At this moment, as Yu Wenhao turned the pages of the book, he couldn't help but feel that the book was filled with wisps of fragrance, and this wisps of fragrance were wisps of bookish fragrance.

This wisp of bookish fragrance is very fragrant, and it suddenly grabbed Yu Wenhao's mind, and in his mind, there seemed to be inspiration, and a vague but gradually clear picture emerged.

In the picture, Yu Wenhao is in a quiet mountain forest, standing under a tree, he looks up, and when he enters the eye, a mist covers it, swirling, showing in the distance, in a small village, a house, there is a wisp of smoke slowly rising, floating into the sky, and blending with the surroundings.

That's it, it's over.

Yu Wenhao came back to his senses, there was a light flashing in his eyes, his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking, as if he was groaning, how to record the picture that had just suddenly emerged, how to write a poem.

On the side, the heart demon Anyi was naturally with Yu Wenhao, and when he saw the picture just now, he could even be said to be empathetic.

At this moment, the comfort of the demons in the heart is also revealed.

"The fragrance of the scrolls and books refreshes the heart and spleen, and the clouds and smoke rise from the ground."

Yu Wenhao muttered here, and wrote two lines of poetry, but no matter how he thought about it, the second half just didn't come out.

"Why is it stuck?"

Yu Wenhao was a little anxious, seeing that the inspiration seemed to be slipping away.

At this moment, the heart demon was comfortable here, and its illusory figure suddenly flashed out a strong black light, and this black light, with a sharp force, emanated, enveloping Yu Wenhao's house, turning into an enchantment with a flickering black light, and stilling everything around.

It was also at this time that the illusory figure of the inner demon was already condensed.

As soon as his figure moved, he took a step under his feet, and his figure flickered and disappeared.

When he appeared, in Niuhua High School, above the playground of Zhiyuan Building, he looked coldly, looking at the sixth class classroom on the third floor of Zhiyuan Building, where there was a person who was sitting in a seat by the window at the back of the classroom, and a flash of panic flashed on his face.

"He Wei?"

The demon looked at this person, this boy, and some information about this boy appeared in his mind.

This person is Yu Wenhao, when he was in the liberal arts and sciences, after half a month of classes in the liberal arts class, he wrote an application to be transferred to the science class, and the first table mate he knew.

Hearing the voice of the heart demon comfort, He Wei looked at the heart demon comfort, the panic in his eyes flashed, and there was a moment of hideousness on his face.

In the next breath, the ripples on his body reverberate, and he appeared in the air outside the railing, looking coldly at the comfort of the demons.

"You've found out."

A familiar voice came from He Wei's mouth.

"You are? King Qinglin? The demon listened to this voice comfortably, a little uncertain.

"Hehe, it's Lao Tzu, that's it, that servant of yours actually died like this, it's a pity, originally, I still want to wait for when I'm free, Lao Tzu swallowed her soul, and she can still increase her strength a lot, now, it seems that there is no play."

He Wei, who was possessed by King Qinglin, didn't seem to care about the inner demon Anyi who he was, shrugged his shoulders, and smiled.

Hearing King Qinglin mention Qingluo, the demon in his heart was comfortable here, his expression suddenly became gloomy, and the cold breath rolled out, and the black gas filled the air, falling around, turning into a black blade, which seemed to be about to impact out at any time.

"Hehe, why, her death hit you so hard? I knew that Lao Tzu was desperate at that time and swallowed her, so you kid will be even more angry! ”

King Qinglin seemed to be intent on provoking the Heart Demon Anyi, and at this moment, feeling the suppressive aura emanating from the Heart Demon Anyi's body that made him look solemn, he laughed again.

"You, don't enter reincarnation."

After the heart demon Anyi pronounced the fate of the Qinglin King, his figure suddenly disappeared, and when he appeared, on the left side of the Qinglin King, the Dao black blade formed by the black qi around the body let out a low groan, and with the left hand of the heart demon comfortably, it fell on the shoulder of the Qinglin King, and these black blades, in a tremble, rushed towards the Qinglin King in the blink of an eye.

All of this happened in a breath, so fast that King Qinglin didn't have time to turn his head to look at the demon that appeared on his left side, the look of horror on his face just flashed, and those black blades fell on King Qinglin's body, and the black qi swirled, turning into illusory lines, these lines, densely, spread all over King Qinglin's body, and it exuded a breath that made King Qinglin tremble.

"This is? Cause and effect line! ”

King Qinglin recognized the terrifying aura emanating from these dense lines, and lost his voice.

"Since the answer is correct, let's go to the causal space and accompany the lonely person." The heart demon Anyi's face was gloomy, and he spoke coldly.

Then, I saw that the breath on the heart demon Anyi's body violently vibrated violently, pulling those causal lines and winding King Qinglin.

King Qinglin naturally would not be restrained, and when he saw that the cause and effect line was about to completely wrap him, on He Wei, who was possessed by him, at this moment, a dazzling black and cyan light suddenly lit up, and then he clearly saw that on He Wei's body, an illusory figure emerged.

This illusory figure is a cyan demon python, with cyan scales all over the body protecting the snake body like armor, the Qinglin King, the body is the Qinglin Demon Python, the strength of the early stage of the earth-level ghost king,

At this moment, after it appeared in its main body, the hideous snake eyes flashed with fear and fear.

The Qinglin Demon Python, which struggled and wanted to break free from the entanglement of the causal line, twisted its snake body violently, broke away from He Wei in an instant, and fell into the sky, but no matter how it struggled and writhed, the causal line wrapped around it contracted unhurriedly.

Soon, under the traction of the comfortable breath of the heart demon, the cause and effect line suddenly erupted with a powerful breath, directly suppressing the Qinglin Demon Python.

"Shhh

King Qinglin only had time to let out a hiss, and his body was completely wrapped in the causal line, turning into an illusory light cluster that floated in the air.

The heart demon comfortably raised his left hand and made a move towards the light group, a black light flashed in his hand, and a strong suction force poured out, instantly sucking the illusory light group into his hand and submerging into his body.

After doing this, the demon looked around in a daze, looking at this Niuhua High School that he was familiar with.

"What I'm experiencing now is true or false?"

"If it's true, why don't I have any memory of these people and these things?"

"If it's false, why are these people and things in my memory so real?"

Muttering, the heart demon turned around comfortably, and stepped out, ripples flashing out in front of him, engulfing his figure.

With the doubts in his heart, the comfortable figure of the demon appeared beside Yu Wenhao, and with a wave of his hand, the enchantment was dispersed, and the surroundings returned to normal.

The comfortable figure of the heart demon also became illusory again with the dispersion of the enchantment.

"Oh, why can't you think of it! The inspiration is gone. ”

Yu Wenhao here, after the surroundings returned to normal, scratched his head, and whispered with some annoyance.

The heart demon looked at the first two lines of poetry written on Yu Wenhao's paper, and concentrated slightly.

"Whether it's true or not, you'll know when you walk by."

"Even if it is my illusion, even the heavens cannot stop me."

"If the past and the future are like a moment, it is not as good as the will of God."

After saying these two lines of poetry, Yu Wenhao seemed to have a sudden inspiration and poured into his mind.

"The fragrance of the scrolls and books refreshes the heart and spleen, and the clouds and smoke rise from the ground."

"If the past and the future are like a moment, it is not as good as the will of God."

Yu Wenhao muttered out the first two lines of the poem he wrote and the last two lines of the poem that the demon comforted said here, and then, combined together, it became a complete poem.

"Since it is a poem written by sudden inspiration, I don't know when it will come again in the future, so I will unify this kind of poem written by sudden inspiration into one poem name, so that I don't have to worry about the name in the future."

Yu Wenhao looked at the poem written, and when he thought about the name of the poem, his brows just furrowed, and he stretched out, with a smile on his face, and muttered in a low voice the thoughts that flashed in his heart just now.

"Well, it's called feeling, accidental feeling, writing poetry is to have an ethereal feeling, although others may not be able to understand it, but I just need to understand it myself."

seemed to be very proud of the name of the poem he had just thought of, Yu Wenhao looked at the poem and smiled.

The heart demon looked at Yu Wenhao's expression, listened to his words, and shook his head with a smile.

And when the inner demon comfortably collected the Qinglin King into the causal space, it seemed that the Xingyuan Dragon who was far away in another time and space turned into a middle-aged man in a white shirt, the black qi that covered his face suddenly became chaotic, and it was about to disperse, and the moment he could see his true face, the aura on the Xingyuan Dragon's body shook violently, and the black qi swirled, covering his whole body, and in the blink of an eye, his body was hidden in a black gas.

"How did he end up there?"

When Xingyuan Dragon just let out a confused mutter, the next moment, a cold snort followed.

"Who is Your Excellency, you are sneaky when you come, why don't you show up and see it!"

As the figure of the Xingyuan Dragon disappeared in the black qi and a cold snort came, the real world where the Xingyuan Dragon was located was still.

"It is worthy of being a demon of heaven and earth, although the level is not in my eyes, but it can be regarded as a certain strength to discover my existence."

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