"I really don't know what these people think, it's not enough to send it once, I have to come today!" Lin Chen looked at Shang with sympathy, and sighed secretly in his heart. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The mahjong battle when they first came had already made Lin Chen make a lot of money.

This time, Shang Ke pressed all his belongings, how could Lin Chen not accept it happily.

In his opinion, winning the business is a matter of hand!

"Haha, Lin Chen, just wait to lose!" Shang suddenly roared, laughing wildly, "Kailing!"

With his heavy shout......

"Aang!"

In the next moment, everyone in Crescent Moon Square heard this heavy dragon moan very clearly.

Immediately afterwards, Shang's whole body became extremely holy, and the golden light shone brightly, blooming one after another.

At the same time, a golden dragon phantom leaped out of Shang's body, rushed into the air and circled and flew for a while, before finally returning to Shang's body again, and the two fused.

Everyone looked terrified. Because just now, that majestic golden dragon soared endlessly in mid-air, which really shocked them.

"What's going on?" Huang Fuye's face suddenly became very solemn, because he could also see that Shang's expression had changed greatly at this time, as if he had changed someone.

"Saint, if Wei Chen's guess is correct, Chang Manyi should have given Shang Fu an enchantment pill!" Xie Yuan sighed slightly and explained.

"Possessed Spirit Pill?Xie Qing, can you tell me what is the mystery of this Attached Spirit Pill?" Huang Fu Ye had been keeping an eye on the movement in the enchantment, urging him.

Xie Yuan didn't take his eyes off the enchantment either, and opened his mouth to explain: "Saint, this pill is a five-grade spirit pill, which is extremely rare and rare! ”

Xie Yuan calmed his mood, wiped the little sweat on his forehead slightly, and then said: "It is rumored that within this pill, the divine consciousness of anyone can be attached! As long as the pill is not destroyed, this divine thought will never dissipate, even if it is already dead!"

"And the person who swallows this pill will fall asleep in consciousness for half an hour, and his body will be controlled by the divine thoughts in the pill! That is to say, the Shang at this moment is no longer a Shang!"

"As I expected, the divine thought that controls Shang's body now must come from a master of literature and Taoism!"

Xie Yuan continued to explain to Huangfu Ye, and the atmosphere in the entire attic suddenly became a lot more solemn.

"Damn, the Holy Fox Academy is really despicable!"

"Isn't it cheating to use such means!"

"That's right! This is tantamount to a replacement! Holy Lord, please stop!"

............

The ministers were indignant and said that Mr. Chang's move was unfair.

Isn't this a temporary replacement?

In case the wisp of divine thought they exchanged belonged to a poetic power, how could Lin Chen compete with it?

No matter how strong Lin Chen's poetry is, he can't compare to that kind of existence, right? After all, he is only so big!

"No, there is no explicit rule that the exchange event cannot swallow the pill, so Shang did not violate the rules!" Xie Yuan said worriedly.

............

The holy golden light, as if it was shining endlessly, always shining

On the side of the merchant.

At this time, Shang was arrogant, with a smile between his eyebrows, looking so profound and natural.

He first smiled lightly, then glanced at the crowd, and finally stopped his gaze on Chang Manyi in the attic of the Holy Fox Academy.

"I, Taicang, I came back to heaven and earth today, but I didn't think that I was here to fight against a yellow-mouthed child!" Shang asked Mr. Chang with a questioning tone.

"Mr. Taicang, forgive me! I can't afford to lose this battle, so I will make this decision!" Although Mr. Chang was still coughing, he forcibly restrained himself at this time, and replied with full anger, "Please ask Mr. Taicang to take action and write a shocking poem, so that the younger generations can open their eyes!" The poem is entitled ...... Kill!"

"If you have something to ask, I will accept it!" Shang Langsheng said, "With killing as the theme, it is a good question! Let me think about it for a while!"

Shang, who was shining with golden light, didn't seem to take Lin Chen in his eyes at all, and then frowned slightly and began to think deeply.

And at this time, the whole square was boiling because of the conversation just now.

The people are not stupid, and everyone can tell that the Shang at this time is not the original Shang at all, but has been replaced by a person named "Taicang".

This is not a clear cheating, where can they bear it!

Therefore, they all scolded the Holy Fox Academy and were deeply ashamed.

And in the attic where Huangfu Ye is located, there is even more angry scolding.

The people may not know who this Taicang is, but they know it very well.

That was the previous generation of Wen Saints of the Heavenly Fox Dynasty! A generation of Wen Saints who once had a great reputation!

And what they do best is ...... Poetry!

When they knew that it was the body of the spirit of the Taicang, everyone's hearts were already half cold.

Such a peerless literary saint, with his best poetry against Lin Chen, how could there be a reason to lose!

Lin Chen in the enchantment was also probably aware of this situation, except for scolding a few shameless words, he didn't

Other excesses, not even a panicked expression.

"It doesn't matter who you are, I don't believe that my poems can't write you!" Lin Chen calmly looked at Shang Tibi not far away, and said indifferently, "Let's see what kind of name you can write first!"

After thinking about it for a while, Shang controlled by the spirit of the Taicang started to write.

The delicate eight-emerald pen in his hand fell slightly, and in a blink of an eye, the dragon and snake flew up.

Haoran righteousness was born with the fall of the pen, rolling out one after another, and instantly illuminated the enchantment dazzling and gorgeous.

At the same time, the sound of wind and rain followed.

The pen falls into the storm, easily.

Shang's pen did not stop, and continued to wave.

And at this time, all the statues in the entire royal capital began to tremble.

Especially in the Xiaoxiang Academy in the southeast corner of the royal capital, the sculpture of the sages is even more trembling, as if collectively chanting a shocking poem.

Huang Fuye got up suddenly, and when he looked at it from afar, a shocking picture had appeared in his pupils: the sculptures of the champions and college students in front of the Wenyuan Pavilion of the Imperial Palace actually trembled.

"Buzz ......"

"Buzz ......"

............

After a slight tremble, all the statues shot out a huge phantom at the same time, rushing towards the poem written by Taicang, and finally disappeared into it.

"Look! This is Xie Zhuangyuan's phantom!"

"This is a scholar of the Chronicle! Why is he here!"

"This one, it seems to be Mr. Zhou, a resident of Fulin! A generation of Hongru, actually came?"

............

In the exclamations of the people, more and more phantoms went straight to the enchantment of the square, and they were submerged into the poetry of Taicang.

Anyone who knows Wendao knows that this phantom is the spirit of Confucianism. (To be continued.) )