"Murong family's dog is crumb, do you know what time it is? Fighting! Do you think it's a child who stops when he wants to play at home, and fights whenever he wants? Lao Tzu tells you: Since you have become a lackey, if you die, you will be thrown into a mass grave, what kind of funeral will be held? You are not a person from Jintang anymore, and what kind of martyr ceremony do you have the face to hold? I have never seen such a brazen person in my life!

Well, Lao Tzu tells you, I am willing to stop the war, recuperate until you hold a martyr's ceremony, and then launch a fierce all-out attack, this time it is definitely not a joke, but to kill you three thousand!

If you are afraid, hurry out and surrender with the coffin, otherwise when Lao Tzu enters Shenwei City, he will definitely teach you how to be a person, and make you regret coming to the world.

The martyrs' festival is coming to battle on time!

The staff read the translation with trepidation, the lobby was terrifyingly quiet, and the atmosphere was frighteningly cold, but the staff was sweating down the waterfall.

When the lobby fell into an eerie silence, the Dark Lord, who had always been restless, couldn't stand it, but he didn't know what to say, but he always felt that the tone of the translation just now was quite similar to his own, oh, slightly more advanced than himself......

"This person's words are really pleasing to the ear, and some of my rich style is much easier to understand than your words that you don't understand. ”

This old man who can't even read a word still dares to make a big fuss, what qualifications does he have to comment on other people's articles? This is not even an article that is "stepping on a horse." A group of people were gearing up, as if they wanted to use the Dark Demon King's practice to vent their anger.

Murong Fei, who was the leader, was even more furious, and his face turned red when his blood surged.

"Who wrote the bullshit reply letter, not only the content defiled my ears and eyes, but the word 'dog planing' insulted my personality and dignity, tell me his name, I must let him die a good death if I catch him!"

As the old teacher of the translation, he said: "The penmanship of this signature is somewhat interesting, passionate, even to the extent of madness, round and flying, ethereal and transparent and endlessly changing, if there is divine help, the whole article is unsightly, but this signature is very great calligrapher's momentum~"

"Whoever wants to hear you boast about this guy, I want to know what his name is!" Murong Fei stared at this stupid rotten man with bloodshot eyes.

The old teacher twitched his cheeks in embarrassment and said softly: "The signature is ......'Your Uncle'!"

Poof! After another critical attack, Murong Fei suddenly fainted.

For a while, there was chaos in the hall, except for the evil young man who laughed out loud out of place.

......

When Murong Fei woke up, he was already in his mansion.

The staff members next to him hurriedly came to ask for advice on how to view the armistice agreement and how to deal with it, and whether to suspend the ceremony since the enemy was going to attack during the martyr's festival.

After Murong Fei's buffer for a moment, his head was also a lot clearer, this was a big deal, so he couldn't be more cautious.

Originally, Murong Fei felt that if the other party easily agreed to a truce, then he wanted to show favor to the Xiaoguo Camp and the Hanshan Battalion, or to show that Chen Guoji and Jin Tang were still colluding.

If the war does not stop, then it can take the opportunity to provoke the contradiction between Chen Guoji and Jin Tang.

But the enemy showed that there was a war at the martyr's ceremony, which was a little intriguing, and the thought of the insulting content or the disgusting words in the reply made Murong Fei have the urge to faint again.

After looking around for a week, he said: "The martyrs' festival must be held on time, otherwise the Jin Tang Army will still be really afraid of them." Be sure to find out who wrote the reply!"

"No!"

Looking at the strange expressions of his subordinates, the helpless Murong Fei could only raise his weak hand and wave it to let them retreat, he still had to rest for a while, after all, the "internal injury" was not light.

......

"What? My words are ugly, which brainless and blind guy is spreading rumors here, call them out, I promise I won't kill you!"

"Did you write the reply to the armistice? Now that strange reply letter has not only spread in Shenwei City, but is also well-known in the Jintang Army. Looking at Shada, who was thunderous, Qian Yulin retorted.

Shada looked around and asked in the face of everyone's disdainful eyes, "Do you believe this rumor too?"

Huang Pu Caifeng, who is not a big deal, rolled his eyes and said: "Fatty, they all say that you are a bard, and your writing is outstanding, but this word, you really have to practice it well, so as not to pull it out and lose our face." ”

Everyone nodded in unison.

Shada's mind is full of black lines, and the people who eat melons are just that, why even his goddess Bell nodded with cute eyes?

Uncle can bear it, aunt can't bear it, in order to save his reputation and vindicate himself, Shada took out a sharp knife and wrote a poem on the ground:

The tide follows the dark waves and the snowy mountain tops,

Yuanpu fishing boat fishing moonlight;

The bridge is small on the mountain path of the temple gate,

The alley is a spring, and the stone is clear;

The green tree Jiang Tianxiao,

The haze and red glow are sunny in the evening;

Looking at the clouds on all sides,

Bifeng thousand points of gulls light.

"Wow, what a word!"

"This poem is also very beautiful, where is this landscape?"

"There's something strange about this poem, oh! it seems to make the same sense when read backwards!"

“......”

For everyone's praise, Shada's nose suddenly turned to the sky.

Of course, pretending to be forced will always be struck by lightning, "How!" A flash of lightning from Huangpu Caifeng finally made the fat man understand, don't be shy, dare to be arrogant in front of a few aunts and grandmothers, then you will have to pay a painful price, not to mention slapping everyone's face naked in front of the public.

It's still Ling'er's soft heart, and he knows to release a soul skill to the fat man to treat his injuries.

The fat man took the opportunity to pretend to be sad pitifully, quietly enjoying the "care" of the goddess, and of course thinking about taking the opportunity to touch his little hands or something.

However, with Princess Huiying by her side, Shada can only dream, touch her little hands or get close to the goddess's body or something, it is absolutely impossible.

"Fatty, although I have always looked down on you, I have to admit that your handwriting is smooth, vertical and horizontal, risky, changeable, effective, and upright. ”

Shada muttered in his heart: If you praise it, praise it, why do you still put on a negative expression, what is this for?

Princess Huiying's cold eyes swept away, and the fat man's brain suddenly brightened.

"Since my handwriting is so beautiful, why should I let those rebellious ministers and thieves appreciate it, just give them a graffiti, even if their ancestors have accumulated virtue, it would be good if they didn't ask them to burn high incense and worship. ”

Everyone can accept this explanation, but since the fat man hides so deeply, there must be some deep meaning in it.

The bell flashed in her eyes: "Silly big man, where is the scenery described in this poem?"

"Jinshan Temple. ”

"Where is Jinshan Temple? ”

Sha Da was suddenly stunned, this poem "Title Jinshan Temple", of course, is the scene of Su Shi Dashen describing Jinshan Temple, there is no place in the Dalan Continent, but Shada has a good excuse such as amnesia.

Whoa! Whoa!~

A few bolts of lightning made Shada understand once again that everyone was very dissatisfied with this answer.