"It turns out that he is Chen Yuan!"

"He's Chen Yuan?"

"It's him!"

The sound of discussion continued to echo in the ears of the Mo Pavilion monitor. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In order to deal with Gu Lianying, Song Yingge gave him a lot of gifts, all of which were worth a lot of money, plus what he had to deal with was just the Mo Pavilion steward in a small city, and there were no ordinary people who were open-minded, so he could naturally make a move, even if the matter was revealed, it was not a big deal.

However, now tell him that he has to deal with a character who can "write with a soul" and "sympathize with the qi and machine" of the residual consciousness of the word ancestor, how can such a character be framed by his little supervision?

Even if the inspector general comes, it's not enough, if no one else sees it, he can still threaten and lure, but the lord of a city, no matter his strength or status, is not under him, how can he hide it?

Inspector Moge thought that he hadn't really offended the steward, and secretly took chances: "Fortunately, I didn't say anything to death just now, and I can still remedy it, but it's a pity for those belongings." ”

Others also couldn't imagine that Gu Lianying buried such a hole card silently, and it was really worthy of the existence of being able to suppress Song Yingge and occupy the position of manager of Moge, which should not be underestimated.

"What should I do now?" Zhang Qingcheng, the patriarch of the Zhang clan, looked at Song Yingge with a pale face, if it wasn't for Song Yingge's recommendation to be the deputy steward of the Mo Pavilion after the matter was completed, where would he have waded into this troubled water.

Song Yingge lowered his head and ignored Zhang Qingcheng's eager gaze.

However, his stiff and pale face, and his tightly clenched, green hands showed the injustice in his heart now.

"Years of hard work, ruined, damn it, I should have known that I should have started first and got rid of that kid first. No, you have to find a way, otherwise the entire Song family will be ruined in the hands of that kid. ”

On the contrary, Gu Lianying looked surprised, she couldn't imagine that Chen Yuan could do so well, which was greatly beyond her expectations.

Not mentioning everyone's thoughts, Chen Yuan was completely unaware of the changes in the outside world, and all his thoughts were concentrated on his pen.

Every time the pen falls, there are feelings that emerge in my mind, the articles I have read on weekdays, the obscurities, and the incomprehensible truths, forming a dead knot and burying them in my heart.

At this time, if there is a pair of skillful hands, flexibly untie the dead knots one by one, so that he feels like an initiation, which is wonderful.

“...... The rise and fall of a town and a country will be sacrificed by the whole world. ”

The last stroke fell, and the heavens and the earth felt it, and with a roar, a lightning bolt like a silver snake fell from the clouds to his head.

Seeing this, everyone exclaimed, as soon as the city lord's right hand was raised, he was about to save him, and the Mo Pavilion supervisor was in the Mo Pavilion, well-informed, and stopped the city lord's action of saving people, and said: "Don't worry, he has a spirit in his pen, the annotation fits the avenue, and the residual thoughts of the word ancestor Cangjie are hooked, and he has his own support, so we don't need to take action." ”

After Chen Yuan finished writing the last stroke, he seemed to feel something, looked up, and saw a lightning bolt slashing towards him, he should have been afraid, but there was a voice in his heart telling him: "Don't be afraid, it can't hurt you." ”

Sure enough, just when the lightning was still three feet above his head, the words on the entire animal skin scroll began to emit a flame-like luster, and the lightning fell one foot further, and the luster on the animal skin scroll quickly gathered to the center, turning into a flame light egg, retracting and shrinking and beating repeatedly, as if there was life in it, and at this time, the lightning was only one foot away from the top of Chen Yuan's head.

Lightning was about to fall on Chen Yuan's head.

"Click!"

A crisp sound came from the flame light egg, only to see that the surface of the light egg, dense cracks appeared, and in an instant, the flame light egg shattered, and a small tripod composed entirely of flames flew out of the light egg.

The tripod body is completely composed of flame-like light, the surface of the tripod is intertwined with an inexplicable breath, and the silk purple gas turns into words, engraved on the tripod body, "Ding, sound note: ㄉ1ㄥv." One body, two ears and three legs, the vessel of nine gold, the vessel of the Son of Heaven, and the vessel of Qiankun. The charm and the spirit can not be approached, the gods and spirits can not be committed, and the rise and fall of a country will be sacrificed by the world. ”

The mouth of the tripod glowed, and the infinite suction was generated, and the lightning that slashed towards Chen Yuan simply changed direction and was sucked into the tripod.

Not only that, it seems that a lightning bolt can not satisfy this small ding, the suction of the ding mouth is great, the space above the ding mouth, under this suction, subtle distortion, countless lightning bolts from the clouds split, by the small ding into the abdomen.

The city lord and others saw it, and after Chen Yuan finished writing, a vessel condensed by flames appeared in front of him, with one belly, two ears and three legs, with a simple shape, in line with the principles of heaven and earth, and with unpredictable power.

The dark clouds in the sky, after the birth of this vessel, turned into a huge whirlpool, and in the center, directly opposite the place where Chen Yuan was sitting, countless silver lightning bolts slashed towards him, but when the lightning and thunder fell halfway, they were affected by the strange power, changed direction, and slashed towards Xiao Ding, who was shrouded in flames.

The sky above Xiaoding is shrouded by countless lightning, dense lightning falls on it, almost turned into a ball of light, Dingkou suction is sheng, every time a lightning bolt is swallowed, Xiaoding will be condensed a point, the inscription on the surface of Xiaoding will be clear.

It's just that the speed of Xiao Ding's devouring lightning is not comparable to the speed of lightning splitting, above Xiao Ding, the void shook, and the space seemed to be unable to withstand such an impact, and a black crack appeared between the lightning and Ding's mouth.

As soon as the black gap appeared, pessimism, anger, madness, violence, upside down, dead silence, and destruction all kinds of negative characteristics swarmed out, just for a moment, Chen Yuan felt that his consciousness was shaken, at this time, Xiao Ding flew up and crashed into the black gap, and there was no vision, and the black gap was completely smoothed out.

After the lightning disappeared from the black gap, it quickly disappeared, but the dark clouds in the sky did not disappear but became thicker and thicker, and after the flame Xiaoding absorbed the lightning, the entire body of the Ding was completely condensed, and there was no illusionary feeling.

On the contrary, it is full of simple and heavy feeling, on the body of Ding, the inscription is fresh and visible, it stands in the air, does not see the vanity, looks at it like a giant peak towering, can not be shaken.

Chen Yuan observed Xiao Ding carefully, and the fantasy scene just now was deeply reflected in his heart, this world was far more peculiar than he imagined.

My heart is full of curiosity about the unknown.

......

"Wow!" the rain poured down.

A white jade pen appeared out of thin air in the right hand of the city lord, the pen walked the dragon and snake, the tip of the pen came out of clear light, the pen passed, a "cover" word appeared out of thin air, the word "cover" came out, countless fog was generated out of thin air, gathered on the head of the city lord and others, blocking the heavy rain outside, except for the ink pavilion supervision, the rest of the family bosses, their faces showed envious looks.

The Mo Pavilion Inspector felt the mist with his heart, and only then did he say with envy: "Congratulations to the City Lord, it seems that the Lord will soon be able to break through the shackles of the ninth rank and be promoted to the eighth grade." ”

The city lord laughed and said, "That line is not so good, it's just that the opportunity is bigger." Let's go and see what kind of annotations our great talents have made, which can touch the remnants of the ancestors and affect the wind and rain. ”

The Moge Supervision Company claimed that it was, and opened his mouth to Song Yingge for the first time, and said: "Don't let people send rain gear over, do you want to see them turn into soup chickens to be happy?"

The patriarchs of the families laughed secretly in their hearts when they heard the words, and Song Yingge didn't know if he heard the meaning of the words, his expression remained the same, but he just ordered his subordinates to send rain gear to the middle school students in the rain, and also asked the kitchen to prepare a decoction to prevent anyone from getting sick from the cold.

......

The rain was pouring down, Chen Yuan was trying to dodge, but he saw Xiao Ding floating in the air, Ding shook his body, rushed towards his face, and he didn't have time to dodge, he only felt a strong impact, a pain in his head, and when he touched his face, he didn't feel any traces.

When the rain fell, Chen Yuan found that something was wrong, and there was no rain on his head? Looking up, an oil-paper umbrella appeared on his head, covering all the rain.

turned around, but it was a stammering little Lori, the clothes on her body were already wet, and the wet clothes were close to her body, showing her thin body.

At this time, she was holding an oil-paper umbrella high to protect him from the rain, completely ignoring her own soaked clothes.

When he turned around, he didn't say anything, but looked at him with bright eyes.

Chen Yuan's heart was sour, and he touched her hair with his hand, her dry and yellow hair was wet from the rain, very uncomfortable, and he was about to say something, when a stiff voice sounded.

"Are you Chen Yuan?"

Looking forward, Chen Yuan saw a group of people appear in front of him, in which he only knew Song Yingge and Gu Lianying, and the person who spoke was an old man in the uniform of the Ink Pavilion with an expressionless face.

Chen Yuan saw Gu Lianying's smile, looked at Song Yingge again, grinned, and said, "That's right, I am Chen Yuan!"