Chapter 112: Martyrdom

"Worship heaven and earth! ~" Grandma Montenegro held a long box containing a small paintbrush in her right hand, and shouted in a strange manner. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Li Yuetong helped Zhang Kai and bowed for a while, but heard Grandma Montenegro say again: "Second worship the sages!" ~" Zhang Kai bowed again.

Grandma Montenegro took the long box to Zhang Kai, and continued to shout in her voice that was neither yin nor yang: "Husband and wife worship each other!" ~”

Zhang Kai had a red hijab on his head, and through the gap in the hijab, he saw the small paintbrush in the long carton, his eyes shrank slightly, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed the paintbrush in his hand.

The sudden change made Grandma Montenegro feel stunned for a moment, but then she saw that the new queen actually ripped off her hijab, revealing an unfamiliar face. Grandma Montenegro was stunned for a moment, stared at Zhang Kai and asked loudly: "Who are you, why are you wearing the queen's wedding dress?" What about the queen, what about the queen? ”

Zhang Kai smiled: "The young master will not change his name, he will not change his surname, his surname is Zhang Mingkai!" ”

"Zhang Kai?" Grandma Montenegro's eyes widened, and she shouted loudly: "Where is the Black Mountain Iron Guard, don't you take down this thief who messed up the wedding for me!" ”

When the Black Mountain Iron Guard outside the main hall heard his grandmother's order, he rushed in at once, and the black pressure suddenly filled the entire hall, surrounding Zhang Kai and Li Yuetong together.

"Who dare!" Zhang Kai held a small paintbrush in one hand, held it in the air, and shouted: "Whoever dares to step forward, I will kill your king!" ”

After listening to Zhang Kai's words, everyone stayed there, not daring to make any rash moves. Grandma Montenegro hurriedly stretched out her hand to stop the Black Mountain Iron Guard behind her, stared at Zhang Kai and said viciously: "Stinky boy, don't come nonsense, otherwise the deity will never let you go!" ”

Zhang Kai didn't seem to hear the words of Grandma Montenegro, took a small paintbrush, and said coldly: "Pen Ling, don't tell me how to leave the painting realm!" ”

Listening to Zhang Kai's words, Li Yuetong and Grandma Montenegro paused at the same time and looked at the paintbrush in Zhang Kai's hand. However, the brush did not react at all, as if it were an ordinary small paintbrush.

"Pen Spirit!" Zhang Kai shouted loudly, but the small paintbrush in his hand still did not respond. Zhang Kai couldn't help but feel a little anxious in his heart, originally he thought that as long as he got the projection of the pen spirit in the middle of the painting, that is, the small brush in his hand, it would be easy to leave the middle of the picture. But now it seems that this small brush has nothing to do with the spirit of the outside world!

At this moment, there was another sound of panicked footsteps outside the main hall, and then the Black Mountain Iron Guards surrounding Zhang Kai and them automatically separated into a road. "It's Xue Ying!" Li Yuetong, who was beside Zhang Kai, cried out loudly, "There are also stupid scholars!" ”

Zhang Kai turned his head to take a look, but saw Fu Xueying's hand pinched the stupid scholar Ruan Junqing's neck, and dragged him in half-pulled and half-dragged in, staring at the small paintbrush in Zhang Kai's hand with both eyes, and said coldly: "Let go of my king, otherwise I will kill him!" ”

"Don't, Xue Ying, you're a human, not a monster, wake up!" Li Yuetong shouted anxiously on the side.

"Shut up!" Fu Xueying glared at Li Yuetong coldly, and shouted in a cold tone. Li Yuetong's tone froze, and he was speechless for a moment.

Ruan Junqing held the picture scroll given to him by Zhang Kaisai in his hand, his eyes were dead, everything that happened in front of him seemed to have nothing to do with him, and he couldn't stop muttering: "Yan Xi is dead, Yan Xi is dead." ”

Suddenly, Ruan Junqing seemed to be back to the light, and shouted loudly: "Yan Xi is dead, I don't want to live anymore!" ~" screamed, and I don't know where the strength came from, I suddenly broke free from Fu Xueying's restraints, rushed to Li Yuetong's side in three or two steps, held the saber hilt on Li Yuetong's body with both hands, turned the sword head, and stabbed it into his chest.

This change was sudden, Fu Xueying and Grandma Montenegro paid most of their attention to Zhang Kai and the small paintbrush in his hand, and they didn't expect Ruan Junqing to commit suicide at all, and they wanted to save it for a while, but they were all one step slower.

I can only hear "Whoa! ~" With a sound, the sword passed through Ruan Junqing's chest and stabbed out of his back, and blood immediately dripped down the tip of the sword to the ground.

"Silly scholar!" Zhang Kai screamed, but he felt a flash of white light in front of him, his eyes bloomed, and he closed his eyes involuntarily. When he opened his eyes again, he was back in the real world.

After a few seconds of adaptation, Zhang Kai realized that he was still on the hill, but the sky had changed from morning to night. He still held the small paintbrush in his hand, and Fu Xueying was still lying not far from the ground. On the lawn not far in front of Fu Xueying, there was a picture scroll, which was half open, revealing half an image of a woman in ancient costume.

I didn't expect the stupid scholar to commit suicide for Mo Yanxi in the end, it's really an amorous seed. Zhang Kai shook his head secretly, and was about to step forward, when suddenly there was a flower in front of him, there was already one more person, and if he looked closely, it was the stupid scholar Ruan Junqing!

"Scholar." Zhang Kai exclaimed in a low voice, he knew that the real Ruan Junqing had committed suicide in the last years of the Ming Dynasty, and now in front of him was just the ghost of Ruan Junqing who had just come out of the trapped painting.

"Late to come in a hurry, dazzling in the spring boudoir; When the apricots were yellow, they met Qing for the first time, and the pear blossoms were reunited; The lonely shadow of the remnant lamp is in the night, and it is difficult to describe the peerless appearance of the bald pen; The piano rhymes in front of the window, and the aftermath is difficult to enter this painting. Ruan Junqing stared at Mo Yanxi's portrait with dead eyes, reciting the poem he had written for her in a low voice, and two lines of clear tears fell on the grass at his feet.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Kai couldn't help but feel sour in his heart, turned around and patted Ruan Junqing lightly on the shoulder, but he didn't know how to comfort this infatuated ghost three or four hundred years ago.

A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed on the small paintbrush in Zhang Kai's hand, and a small figure sprang out, which quickly pounced into Ruan Junqing's chest, crying with joy and shouting: "Master, master, great, you finally came out, Yan Xi finally saw you again." ”

"Yan Xi? Yan Xi? Is it really you Yan Xi? Ruan Junqing hugged Bi Ling in surprise.

"It's me, it's me, master, I'm Yan Xi!" Pen Ling said with a smile on his face.

After Ruan Junqing was pleasantly surprised, he suddenly pushed the pen spirit away a little, carefully looked at her familiar face, and after a long time, he shook his head and said, "No, you are not my Yan Xi, you are not!" ”

Listening to Ruan Junqing's words, Bi Ling was almost so anxious that he was about to cry, and said loudly: "I am, master, I am Yan Xi, I am really Yan Xi!" You will hold Yan Xi, whose name I pronounce countless times every day! ”