Baoyu sent the paper forward, met Qian Sanjia's stunned eyes, and said coldly: "What, reluctantly?"

Qian Sanjia gritted his teeth and did not speak.

yes, reluctantly.

He is a top three-class person, and he has refined eight Wen Courage, and only the last one is Jinshi. With his plan, he can refine the ninth literary courage within three years and achieve the rank of Jinshi, which is enough to follow the law.

Moreover, it is necessary to enjoy a 500-year lifespan.

[Just one point away, I have achieved the Jinshi literary position, why do I take the text out of context, and consume my talents......?

Qian Sanjia's lips trembled, his eyes flashed with a fierce light, and his good literacy made him feel guilty.

Wrong is wrong, even the red-sleeved fairy has been injured, what qualifications does he have to care about......? Qian Sanjia smiled miserably and took the paper.

Twitched, didn't move. He looked at Baoyu and saw Baoyu squinting at him, and a fierce light faintly flashed in his eyes.

"It's a pity, I thought you couldn't bear it. Baoyu smiled and let go of her hand.

The paper was picked up by Qian Sanjia, and he was not in a hurry to open it, but looked at Baoyu twice. Qian Sanjia put his eyes on Jiang Liu'er and Jia Zheng, shook his head, and sighed: "I understand your thoughts." As it should be. ”

He opened the paper and instead of reading it, he looked at Baoyu and looked it up and down.

In the past, he was all hearsay about this second master, and even this hearsay was not very much. It's just a matter of being a student inside and out, and he can't get into the eyes of his money Sanjia.

But now, he really wants to figure out Baoyu thoroughly.

After all, a person who has just passed the ghost gate must always think about his opponent clearly......

He thought about what Baoyu had done: first he subdued him and admitted his mistakes, and then he made him flustered. I thought I wanted him to soften, step on his head, and add a literary name, but I didn't expect that in Baoyu's heart, killing him was more important than the literary name.

If he didn't answer the paper and kept taking the text, Baoyu would kill him in public, and with Baoyu's plan, the ultimate goal was to kill him.

If you lose your literary name, you can't be a reason to kill a top three-class person, and if you hurt Daiyu, it's not a reason to kill him. But as a literati, if he doesn't meet the conditions put forward by Baoyu, and Baoyu besieges him in anger, it is understandable that people take out Xuanhe's poems and have already given enough sincerity, if he is reluctant to be talented, kill him, and be unyielding.

[Good strategy, good calculation, but ....... you lose or not?]

Qian Sanjia sighed and arched his hand: "Second Master Bao is so calculating. ”

Baoyu smiled humbly and said, "You are a top three-class person, why do you call a junior like that? ”

"Very good, you and Na Jia Yucun are really chess opponents, and they will meet good talents. Qian Sanjia also held his breath and didn't forget to pull Jia Yucun into the water.

He unfolded the paper and looked at it, his face full of admiration. This makes everyone wonder - what kind of article is this poem that Bao Er Ye defended himself?

"Good poems, good sentences, good bones!"

Qian Sanjia praised it three times in a row, and laughed loudly: "Compared with this article, my three-percent talent is nothing?

"If you are reluctant, are you not looking down on you?"

"Is that reluctant?" Qian Sanjia grinded his teeth, still distressed.

Thirty percent of talent is equal to ten years of hard work.

He saw that Baoyu's expression was firm, and if he wanted to say something different, it was some regrets that he didn't find a chance to kill him. Qian Sanjia's teeth grinded twice, straightened his expression, and groaned loudly.

"Insist that Qingshan will not relax......"

As soon as half of the sentence fell, the towering green mountains appeared from the sky.

This is a mountain peak of eighty or ninety zhang, Qian Sanjia looked at it and sighed - since he had to consume three points of talent, he also wanted to make a bigger scene. However, it is taken out of context, it is all his talent that manifests, and it will last forever. With his strength, it is only eighty or ninety zhang at most.

[It's a pity, if you keep taking chapters and texts, it's just manifested for a moment and a half, at least it's a mountain dozens of miles high. 】

He shook his head, intending to continue.

Suddenly, an eight-foot spiritual spring gushed out from the mountain. Baoyu's literary name has been reversed, and when using "Bamboo and Stone", he still broke through the eight-foot talent.

Baoyu's face moistened for a while, and it was obvious that he had lit another simmer. This made everyone envious for a while-with such literary talents, the cultivation speed is really fast.

Qian Sanjia suppressed his talent and rolled over, and said aggrievedly: "Second Master Bao, you are already eight feet talented." When you are admitted to Xiucai, at most, as long as you do it, your talent can be higher. Maybe you can hold ten cities together, are you really willing to do it?"

Baoyu's expression remained unchanged and said, "Read on." ”

Qian Sanjia's eyes widened and he gritted his teeth to look at Baoyu. It turns out that he is really willing, really willing, not trying to use this as an excuse to kill him. It turned out that in Baoyu's heart, it was best to kill him, but if he couldn't kill him, he would lose both.

Is it worth it? He just wanted to ask: Is it worth it?

This is an article with the potential of ten cities!

Everyone looked up at the green mountain, only to see that the green mountain was floating in the air, as if it could not fall. Qian Sanjia shook his head, took out a long piece of paperweight from his arms, blew it bigger, and erected it in a small alley.

The green hill fell slowly, just on the paperweight, only holding up for half a meter, but it was extremely stable.

He opened his mouth like a wind and a dragon, and instantly used the exit into a chapter.

Also, taken out of context!

I only listened to the continuous sound line, which spread leisurely for dozens of miles. In the palace courtyard and the mansions of wealthy families, those who study hard, walk dogs and fight crickets, and clean the courtyard, regardless of their status, whether they are rich or poor, they can't help but raise their heads and look at the sky, the green mountains are towering.

"Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks.

Thousands of blows are still tenacious, and the southeast and northwest winds are restricted. ”

The golden light is shining, under the blessing of the original golden light, the green mountains have risen by more than sixty percent, and at the same time, the inexplicable wind swept from all directions, rolling the green mountains and swaying, and making the green green bamboo at the peak of the green mountains continue to shake.

But no matter how much wind blows from all sides, the old bamboo has never fallen.

Qian Sanjia's expression was sluggish, and after consuming thirty percent of his talent, his literary courage was about to crack, and he gasped and said: "Good poems, good sentences! On the surface, you are writing bamboo, but in fact you are writing about people, writing about your own upright, upright, strong and unyielding character, and never bowing to any evil forces."

It's good, it's good, I'm a person, and now it's an evil one, and sure enough, it's good......"

He bent down, saluted respectfully to the old bamboo on the green mountain, and strode away.

Later, Lin Juren and Zhao Juren also followed closely and saluted Lao Zhu, quietly removed the suppression of the position, and went in a gray manner. They said goodbye around the corner, glanced at each other, snorted coldly, and went their separate ways.

If you want to say that Lin Juren and Zhao Juren naturally went back to their respective homes and held their breath. They didn't have the courage to ask anyone for trouble, and they didn't have the face to see anyone, so they could only hide in the mansion by themselves and wait for the aftermath of the incident to pass before they dared to go out.

Qian Sanjia looked at their hurried backs, wiped off the dark red blood clots at the corners of his mouth, gritted his teeth and groaned, turning into green smoke and dissipating.

After a while, a building appeared by the river.

The tower is transformed by poetry, which is in line with his identity as a top three-class lifter, but by the river, where eight lifters once gathered together, there is no trace of people. Qian Sanjia sneered loudly: "Jia Yucun, you don't have the face to see me?"

The void replied, slightly apologetic, and said with a little smile: "Qian Sanjia, you are the pioneer of the royal road, acting like thunder, I, Jia Yucun, how dare I deliberately harm you? ”

"You ......."

Qian Sanjia vomited out a word, but he couldn't say half a sentence anymore.

Wang Dao Striker? It's just a contradiction with Jia Baoyu, how can it involve the dispute between the king and the law? He thought for a moment, and his pupils suddenly constricted: "You are a person of the Fa Dao?"

The Great Zhou Dynasty has always had a dispute over the law of kings. 'Benevolence from the king' is "the one who practices benevolence with virtue", and 'the one who follows the law' is "the one who pretends to be benevolent with strength". The purpose of Confucianism is relatively clear, that is, to enrich the country and strengthen the army, to rule the country by law, to expel the demon clan, and to dominate the world; Wang Confucianism is benevolent and virtuous externally, to influence and rein in the demon clan, and to be gentle to the inside, to cultivate and shape a large number of literati with both virtue and virtue, to achieve the ideal effect of 'Confucianism in the world without seeing blood'. (And there is no royal law, that's from this.) ）

Qian Sanjia studied under the city-breaking jinshi Chen Changgong, and he was the vanguard of the royal road to overcome obstacles, but he Jia Yucun has always been indisputable with the world, why did he suddenly become a person in the Dharma Dao and set him up?

[No, it's not just for me. It's killing two birds with one stone!]

Qian Sanjia thought for a moment, trembling with anger. He is a man in the royal road, promoting reform, reining in the demon clan, and is on the same front as the four major families. And this matter, to put it mildly, is that he Qian Sanjia can't get used to Jia Baoyu, and to put it bigger, it is Qian Sanjia and even Chen Changgong, a city-breaking jinshi, who wants to deal with Jia Mansion!

Kill two birds with one stone, kill two birds with one stone!

He was so angry that he vomited three mouthfuls of old blood in a row, gritted his teeth and groaned: "The water flows into the eight waters, and the placket is opened into the four qus." ”

The terrain was divided, and the water suddenly opened in all directions. The mighty rivers of more than ten miles converged from all directions, suddenly collided, like a gap in the flood, and suddenly exploded a thunderbolt that rushed to the sky. More than ten miles of barren land in the vicinity were swept away by the water, rolling out large pieces of soil, turf and other things, and even large trees were uprooted and stirred up into the sky, and when they fell, they had become decaying fragments.

"It's so powerful!" Jia Yucun said with a leisurely smile.

Qian Sanjia looked up to the sky and laughed, and said, "I don't know what kind of poetry you used, but you actually hid your grass house, so that I can't find you." But even if you hide it, try my money to learn if there are any other earth-shaking abilities besides my teacher's "Longbow Yin"!"

Laughing, a graceful long chant, like a wandering cockroach, slowly stretched out its head and paws.

"Zishan is a wonderful combination, and it should be with heaven and earth. ”

Qian Sanjia's majestic face was black and purple, and black blood gushed out from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, but he still didn't stop, only with this groan, and then another sentence:

"Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks. Jia Yucun, you can taste this poem of Jia Baoyu, how powerful it is!"

Turned upside down.

The waters of the eight directions converged into a lake, which seemed to be calm, and only misty smoke came out. The smoke was constantly churning upward, about to connect with the sky, and at this moment, a cyan mountain peak dozens of miles high smashed down, to press the smoke back, to fill in the lake.

The two are in contact, like an iron pot hundreds of miles in size, fried and poured into the Milky Way water. Countless explosions burst eardrums, and countless boulders and blisters flew everywhere. Whether it's hard boulders, splashing blisters, or lifted surface soil, each one has an explosive force like a volcanic eruption, and the power is unmatched.

It took half an hour before it subsided.

What was originally a small river meandering along, and dozens of miles of wilderness was uninhabited—such a quiet scenery has now turned into a mess. The river completely disintegrated, and the puddles that turned into them were also frozen by the cold wind, and the green mountains disappeared for dozens of miles, which made people unbearable to look at directly.

It's not desolate anymore that can be described, perhaps, ruins, and a little bit of meaning.