Zhu Yu of the Academy of Literature also put down his pen, but his old face was a little bitter: "It's also a shame that Shangguan still pays attention to Chen Ming, it doesn't matter, Su Jiazi arranged for Ji Ran to send someone to keep an eye on it, and he can't let go of the scourge." Xiaguan was worried about the black tiger, Su Jiazi had subdued the three evils, and his face couldn't get by. ”

"Who to send to help?" Gongsun Fu immediately asked.

"It's dark under the lamp, and the sword and axe are Jing'an!"

Hearing Wen Peng Zhu Yu's proposal, Gongsun Fu laughed and felt that it was really appropriate.

All of them were stared at by the prison Peng Shang Jing, but Jing An was a simple Ren Xia who would do his best to help Su Ang, and he was a subordinate of the prison Peng, so he would not be targeted by Shang Jing.

It's a pity that Jing'an, a good official, is likely to be killed by Shangjing when he finds an opportunity to be killed after this incident.

Soon Jing'an responded to the call and accepted the order without hesitation, but at this time, a rabbit with white light suddenly jumped outside the hall, rolled in front of the hall, and turned into a snow-white talent font:

Everything is under control, enlighten my teacher, but don't send someone to rob the apprentice of the credit.

Su Jiazi is in control of dealing with the black tiger?

You're kidding!

Seeing these fonts, Jing An, who was already determined to die, was dumbfounded, he was about to offend his boss to help, but someone sent a message not to send someone.

Su Jiazi, you are a little newcomer, how sure can you deal with the famous black tiger?

While Jing'an was thinking, Gongsun Fu was also pondering, and asked Zhu Yu later: "You say, what do I have to rely on as a disciple?"

"I don't know. Wen Peng Zhu Yu smiled bitterly and shook his head.

He couldn't figure it out, a little showman, what did he rely on?

Little Pavilion Pawn, Evil Wolf Girl, they even know the identity of the Ghost Face Man very well, they know that these are not enough to deal with the Black Tiger, what hole cards does Su Ang have, and he thinks he can deal with that terrible guy?

I can't think of it, I'm very puzzled, tangled.

can only point to Jing'an: "Dare to ask Shangguan, let's ...... Do you want to send people?"

The arbors are desolate, and they are all afterphotos.

To the south of Dongshan Pavilion, in the past, Banpo River and Little Finger Mountain are Nanningli, because this is the southernmost place of Yaoguo, hoping for tranquility and stability, so it took the name of Nanningli.

It was slightly dark, and Su Ang passed by the gate of Nanning, and he smiled lightly with half a bronze mask covering the green bamboo on the left side of his face, only feeling that the world was changeable.

He started from Nanning, but he didn't expect to arrive at this place again so quickly.

Ji Ran, who was wearing a hat, leaned over and said, "There are a lot of things going on here, right? ”

Su Ang shook his head.

If you go in, you may have a feeling or something, but it is difficult to produce a good thing like an epiphany, so it is better to hurry up, and don't delay the time and ruin the big thing.

He beckoned, and the little pavilion pawn Gao Ge stepped forward to explore the way, while the ghost-faced man followed Ji Ran unhurriedly, as if he was not a pavilion pawn under Su Ang, but a feudal official who listened to the tune and did not listen to the announcement.

Su Ang has no opinion on this.

Walking more than 20 miles to the south and west, in the gloomy night, a house seems to be a rock in the middle of the water, and it seems to be alive in the continuous grass blown by the night wind, telling of its loneliness and loneliness.

When Su Ang arrived, he found that the little pavilion guard had already cleaned the house and lit the candles.

Pressing the bronze mask tighter, Su Ang walked in, found that half of the lamp oil in the oil lamp was left, and sat down in front of the hall of the house, and the little pavilion pawn hurriedly came over to report: "Pavilion Master, maybe a mountain walker has entered the Tailian Mountains a few days ago, and it is quite clean here." ”

Holding the sword in his hand, Su Ang nodded in understanding.

Mountain walkers are the kind of people who enter the Tailian Mountains to find treasures and medicines, including Wen Jie, Ren Xia, Fang Shi, and even some ordinary people who are greedy for money or desperate.

There is no village of Yao in Nanning further south, and the reason why this house was built is to prepare a foothold for the mountain walkers, and since there is a group that has just entered the mountain, then within three or two months, the mountain walkers will not return to the house.

Suang was happy to hear this, because it meant that what he had to do would not be disturbed......

"Brother Ji Ran, can you understand Yuhuan's summons?" asked Su Ang with a tilted head.

Hearing Su Ang's inquiry, Ji Ran looked at a willow tree at the door of the house and said with a smile: "The communication method of ghosts and elves is very complicated, and I don't understand the specifics, but we have agreed, as long as the wicker sways against the direction of the wind, it will be done, and this will definitely be understood." ”

"Okay, then you star. ”

Su Ang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, in fact, everything had been arranged, and his three daughters were also very reliable, but the black tiger was a famous monster, and he was invincible if he didn't have special skills, he wouldn't dare to fight the idea of the black tiger.

After considering all the plans again, Su Ang didn't intend to waste time, and immediately gathered all his minds, concentrated his mind, and listened to the teachings of Tang Bohu's mentor in the Divine Court. Tang Bohu weaves his own experience into a story of subdued and frustrated stories, as if a picture scroll unfolds in Su Ang's mind, constantly instilling various knowledge and his own lifelong understanding.

It's a fun and wonderful way to teach, but it's a draining process for Suang.

Su Ang soon felt dizzy, and when his mind was full and he couldn't accept any knowledge, he pulled out his fine iron sword, and the domineering and sharp white dragon sword technique was unleashed, raising a ground of broken leaves in the courtyard of the house.

The fallen leaves were cut off, and then crackled and shattered into powder, and the domineering spirit of the white dragon swordsmanship hooked Su Ang's talent, so that Wen Jie's talent was blessed on the blade like internal breath.

Although it is not as powerful as the internal breath, and it is not as powerful as the demon breath that is more than ten times stronger, but to this extent, it still makes the two of them stunned.

One is a small pavilion soldier singing, the broken firewood knife in his hand trembling slightly, as if he has fallen into an epiphany;

The other is the ghost-faced man, with a bronze ghost-faced face that can't see his face, but his exposed lips tremble, his eyes widen, and he is full of the kind of suspicious light that he can't believe.

Awesome!

How can a Wenjie have such a strong swordsmanship?

What shocked the ghost-faced man even more was Su Ang's hard work, Su Ang's eyes were dim and spread just now, and he clearly fell into the realization of knowledge, and he also saw that Su Ang's mind was very consumed, and he could no longer comprehend knowledge.

But when Su Ang consumed his mind, he actually practiced swordsmanship, allowing his body to instinctively memorize sword moves and steps!

Wouldn't this Su family be tired?

"Are you surprised?"

Ji Ran, who was standing under the willow tree, tilted his head slightly, and smiled when he looked at the ghost-faced man: "Don't say it's you, even I have been affected by Brother Su Ang." Can you imagine? Since arriving at the Dongshan Pavilion, Brother Su Ang has been studying, walking, sitting and lying hard, and with Brother Su Ang's hard work, it will not take him three or five years to surpass you. ”

Click! The ghost-faced man's hand holding the knife clenched suddenly.

When he looked at Ji Ran, he was suddenly surprised again, only to see that Ji Ran's eyes were shining with white light, and the white light was very dim, but it was not difficult to see that it was a font composed of talents.

In addition to Su Ang's hard work, Ji Ran was also using the cultivation method that the Ji family had found for him, constantly deepening his inner knowledge.

"You're all crazy, aren't you all tired?" the ghost-faced man gasped.

Ji Ran, who has always been sleepy, was stunned for a moment, and shook his head slightly with provocation.

But Brother Su Ang said: This young man is not grandiose, and he is still a fart teenager!

Su Ang is young now, and he Ji Ran is also young, although he has a little fame, but what is it in the eyes of those old guys in their forties?

"Brother Ghostface!"

Taking a deep breath, Ji Ran smiled happily: "If you don't work hard, you will have to look up to me and Brother Su Ang for half a year at most, and you can't even compare to you as a little pavilion pawn! Brother! My good brother! You remember: young people should be self-reliant!"

Hearing this, the ghost-faced man staggered back, and after standing firm, a long black iron knife suddenly came out of its sheath!

Practice, practice death and pull down!

But at this time, Su Ang stopped, returned the sword to the sheath, and said in a low voice: "Rest, recuperate!"

The ghost-faced man who was just about to practice hard stumbled again, looking at Su Ang with a bitter look in his eyes, however, he also knew the importance of recuperating at this time, so he could only hold back his rebuttal words into his stomach and sit on the ground sulking.

The sulking didn't last long, because the moment he looked at Su Ang, he found that-

Su Jiazi didn't even let go of the time to wait for his physical strength to recover!

At this time, Su Ang's muscles swelled and steamed, and he adjusted his breathing, trying to feel every contraction of his muscles. After practicing the sword, his muscles were tenacious for a point or two, and he was experiencing the changes in his body, and he wanted to be completely precise in his control!

In this way, Su Ang is like a sleepless wooden ox and a flowing horse, a Wenjie who reads and writes poetry, is even crazier than Ren Xia who makes a gun and a stick!

In his body, there is a terrifying, mad spirit and concentration!

"It's terrifying!" the Ghostface sighed under his breath.

The night passed quickly, and in the daytime, everyone was still motionless, concentrating on adjusting the state of their bodies, especially Su Ang, who not only prepared and perfected the poems he wrote, but also controlled every inch of his body's bones, meridians, muscles, and skin in a state of complete energy.

It's just because the enemy is now, what they have to deal with is that terrifying black tiger!

Thinking of the terrible reputation of the Black Tiger, Su Ang took a deep breath to clear everything up.