Looking at the two people staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes, Situ Xing touched his nose a little helplessly, he seemed to be the main one, why did he have a feeling of an outsider at this time. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Good poems, good words, but the gods are disrespectful. ”

Just when neither of them could help anyone, a round hole suddenly appeared in the void, as if the palm of Bai Yu suddenly stretched out, and the manuscript that was as heavy as a thousand pounds was like a straw in his hand, as if it had no weight at all.

"How can this be reasonable, how can this be reasonable, leave it for the old man!"

Fu Juren shouted angrily when he saw that the manuscript of the poem was robbed.

With his angry shout, the aura above his head suddenly gathered and turned into a swarthy ring ruler, which struck down on the white jade-like palm.

Situ Xing's eyes couldn't help narrowing slightly, and he felt a trace of the power of the precept on Fu Juren's ring ruler.

Syllable!

The ring ruler slammed on the jade hand, leaving a black trace, the jade hand was obviously stunned, and Situ Xing also heard a painful snort. But the jade hand did not let go because of the pain, but retracted at a faster rate.

"Old man Fu, why is your temper still so big, be careful and hurt yourself. ”

After a cold snort, a chuckle came from inside the round hole. Situ Xing faintly saw a god wearing a bright red court uniform, stepping on black boots, wearing an official hat, with a face like gold leaf, a green aura hanging down on the top of his head, and a looming face.

Situ Xing's pupils constricted, and his face was incredulous.

There are ghosts and gods who dare to risk the world's great inaction at the county's Liuyu poetry meeting, and forcibly grab the manuscript under the noses of the dragon qi legal network and the great Confucian scholars.

Not to mention that Fu Juren is a party to study politics and has a strong accumulation of literary spirit, that is, the great dragon qi legal network symbolizes the majesty of a country, and it is not something that ordinary ghosts and gods can resist.

"I really don't know if I'm alive or dead. ”

Situ Xing secretly sneered in his heart.

"Presumptuous!"

"Bold!"

"Damn it!"

"Hugh be presumptuous!"

The other Confucian scholars looked at the stolen manuscripts, and couldn't help but be furious, and with their reprimands, a trace of literary qi turned into the shape of swords, sticks, and axes and slashed towards the gods.

Situ Xing's eyes looked at everything in front of him gloomily, and the Confucian scholars were much worse in terms of personality and accumulation of literary qi, so the sword soldiers turned into literary qi should appear a lot more transparent and virtual.

But the number is staggering.

"Humph!"

Looking at the sword soldiers in the sky, the gods hidden in the round cave couldn't help but snort coldly, and there was a golden official seal in the white jade-like palm.

The dazzling divine light, as well as the red dragon qi turned into a cloud, whether it was the sword soldiers turned into a literary qi, or the ring ruler of Fu Juren were blocked by this seemingly soft cloud, and there was no way to fall again.

"Divine energy, dragon energy, this god must be the righteous god who has been enshrined by the imperial court. Otherwise, there will be no dragon qi protection. ”

"I just don't know which god dares to take the risk of offending the literary world of Zhibei County to rob the manuscript?"

Situ Xing looked at the red dragon qi, and suddenly had a plan in his heart.

"Du Chenghuang, leave a manuscript!"

"Otherwise, the old man will seal your temple and smash your idol. ”

Seeing that the sword and soldier ring ruler was blocked by the clouds turned into the official seal, and the manuscript of the "Burrow Inscription" written by Situ Xing was taken away, Fu Juren's face suddenly turned red, and he didn't care about the image, like a shrew, he pointed to the city god in the round cave like a shrew, and shouted threatening and scolding.

"It turned out to be the master of Shinto in Zhibei County, and there was only the city god who was enshrined by the Daqian Dynasty. Chenghuang is the unified edict of the Great Qian Dynasty, commanding a county of ghosts and gods, and the official rank is higher than the county order of the Yang Dynasty, no wonder this god is not afraid of the Great Qian's dragon spirit!"

Situ Xing heard Fu Juren's voice and said secretly in his heart.

"Humph!"

Du Chenghuang didn't take the threat of Fu Juren to heart, he was a member of the imperial court during his lifetime, a half-step Confucian, and after his death, he was posthumously awarded the title of Chenghuang in Zhibei County, and enjoyed the luck of a baron.

Did Fu Juren seal the temple when he said it was sealed, and smashed it when he said it was smashed?

It's no wonder that Du Chenghuang didn't take Fu Juren's threat to heart at all.

"It's really annoying old man. The old man will definitely inform the imperial history of the court, and he will refer to you in front of the king of the people and cut your title. ”

Looking at Du Chenghuang, who was unmoved, Fu Juren's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, his eyes were cracked, and he gritted his teeth and said.

"Hey, hey!"

Looking at Fu Juren, whose face was dark and the corners of his eyes were cracked, Du Chenghuang couldn't help but snort coldly, although Shinto is under the jurisdiction of humanity, Shinto has had a great influence among the people since ancient times, and has countless believers.

Their own power is also very strong, holding many powers such as harvest, thunder, rain and dew.

Therefore, whether it is a lord or a courtier, for the sake of social stability, it is easy not to kill and denigrate the gods. So as not to cause Shinto to endanger itself and eat humanity.

Throughout the ages, the change of the imperial court, although there has been a decline in luck, natural disasters and man-made disasters one after another, but it is also not much related to the promotion of Shinto.

Even if it's to appease Shinto.

As long as Chenghuang does not commit serious crimes such as disobedience and forgiveness, even if Fu Juren writes, Du Chenghuang will only be symbolically reprimanded. It doesn't hurt at all.

"Brother Wen Can, leave the child's manuscript. ”

"Bullying the small with the big is not done by the elders. ”

A huge, arm-thick brush covered with ink, entwined with starlight, suddenly fell from the sky and smashed into the round hole.

Click!

Cracks suddenly appeared in the round hole that was still extremely strong just now, and because of the shattering of the round hole, most of Du Chenghuang's faintly visible body was exposed to everyone's eyes.

Huang Zicheng heard the voice, and after seeing the familiar brush, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Brother Huang, bullying widows with the crowd is unkind. ”

"It's not just you. ”

Du Chenghuang looked at the broken round hole, and the two Huang Fu who were staring at him with a tiger's eye, their faces were slightly ugly, and they said coldly.

"Li Shothu, don't make a move now, let alone when. ”

"Smack!"

There seemed to be a thunderclap in everyone's ears, and two flying arrows shot out suddenly from the shattered round hole.

Situ Xing listened to the sound of a bowstring like thunder, and for some reason, he inexplicably thought of a poem by Xin Qiji.

Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dreaming back to blow the horn company camp. Eight hundred miles of fire, fifty strings turned over the outside sound, and the battlefield was an autumn soldier.

The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt. But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death. Poor white happens.

In the past, Situ was only a descriptive adjective because the bow was like a thunderbolt.

It is not until today that I know that after some people and some bowstrings are opened, the sound they really make can really be no less than the sound of a thunderbolt.

Boom!

Boom!

Fu Juren's ring ruler, Huang Wenfeng's brush and arrows collided together, and the two were hit by a huge force, and their bodies couldn't help but fall backwards.

In the round cave, a veteran wearing armor put down a giant bow made of dragon tendons, with an indifferent disdain. It seems that the shooting just now is just casual for him, and it is indescribably relaxed.