I'm wet, Mei'er, you're a girl, this is too impatient, and the poor monk is not mentally prepared. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Ling Huan was pounced on by Yin Youmei, gasped in pain, looked at Yin Youmei in a daze, and said shyly: "Mei'er, are you going to cave ~ room here, I'm a little nervous." ”

Although most of his injuries have recovered after the two of them have worked together to heal, where can he withstand Yin Youmei's collision. Besides, the thing was standing proudly, and under the collision, the pain made him throb, so that he fainted on the spot.

Yin Youmei's face turned red, and she also realized her recklessness, but she didn't have time to argue, but quickly took Ling Huan and rolled a few meters away, before she stood up in embarrassment, and said with a worried expression: "There are words appearing, these words have the power to destroy souls, and they are absolutely untouchable." ”

Her little face was still full of tears, white with redness, and her long eyelashes were stained with water, looking up, Ling Huan was in reverie, but the words "soul destroying power" made him wake up suddenly, quickly got up, and looked around in shock.

In the place where he originally stood, there were countless words floating quickly, those words were not glorious, but every word contained an astonishing evil aura, exuding an indescribable terrifying momentum, making him stand up in an instant.

Yin Youmei saw Ling Huan turn her attention to the air, her blushing complexion slowly recovered, and a moment ago, Ling Huan's hot eyes made her both ashamed and happy, and she almost didn't cover her little face.

But in the face of this situation, she couldn't help but put away her messy mind, and explained with a solemn expression: "It may be because I absorbed the calligraphy of ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, and at this moment I am no longer rejected here, and these new words are the real fatal test next."

"These words are chaotic and orderly, there are certain rules, and they also have a terrible soul-destroying power, not only can we not let them touch, but we must also find the rules as soon as possible, resonate with soul power, and form them into poems, which can be turned into our own use, otherwise we will ......"

Ling Huan stared vigilantly at the words in the air, slowly moved to Yin Youmei's side, grinned, and interrupted her: "Resonance is the kind of thing I am best at, when this is over, we will try the resonance of spirit and flesh." ”

"Poor mouth ......" Yin Youmei took a sip, her pretty face was flushed, and her nervous mood magically relaxed, staring at his back, smiling slightly, indescribably warm and tranquil.

"Alas, I've been obsessed with meat for more than ten years, and I've never tasted the smell of meat. Ling Huan sighed wistfully and sat on the ground.

In Yin Youmei's surprised eyes, he took out the magic qin, stared at the words in the air for a moment, his eyes showed the essence of thought, and then he vibrated and flicked the strings with his fingers.

The sound of the Zheng Zhengqin sounded, and from Ling Huan's fingertips, groups of five-character poems burst out regularly: "On the seven strings of Ling Ling, listen to the pine wind and cold." Although the ancient tune is self-love, many people today do not play. ”

This poem has a kind of unpolished, clear water out of the natural beauty of hibiscus, which makes Yin Youmei's eyes light up, and instantly understands that this poem depicting "playing the piano", simple and unpretentious, but with a deep artistic conception, is the gibberish words that almost hit Ling Huan just now, and was combined by Ling Huan.

She didn't expect that in just a few breaths, Ling Huan would be able to come up with such amazing verses, and five steps into a poem were not enough to describe his amazing talent.

As soon as the poem "Playing the Qin" came out, it disappeared in the air, the gibberish words vibrate, and suddenly the edge was lost, floating to the top of Ling Huan's head, no longer disorderly, but listing the sequence of the poems of playing the piano, emitting a misty light.

After a few breaths, this poem crashed towards Ling Huan and escaped directly into the Soul Sea Book House. The study house was directly absorbed, and the golden mangs were even worse, rumbling and vibrating, expanding to the same size as the other two halls, and above the gatehouse, two gilded characters appeared - the book hall.

The door of the book hall opened with a bang, and its interior was full of light, and the Seven Killings Monument was impressively listed. At this point, the Third Soul Dao Temple, the Book Hall, was also successfully shaped unconsciously.

However, the appearance of the soul book that is cross-kneel in the sea of souls and spit it out by itself is still blurred. When Ling Huan's cultivation was advancing suddenly, he had enlightenment, and he only waited for the soul book to be the same as a real person, which was the time when he really stepped into the soul master.

Yin Youmei looked at Ling Huan silently, her eyes were complicated, with both envy and joy. Envy Ling Huan's amazing talent, and rejoice in his cultivation.

Ling Huan seemed to feel something, turned back to Yin Youmei and smiled, then looked back again, looking up at the starry sky with a solemn expression. There, the stars trembled again, and where the light shone, countless terrifying momentum made the trembling words of the sky roar.

"These words must not be touched, at least not until you have 'written' the verses. Yin Youmei looked at the overwhelming and imposing massive text in shock, frowning and thinking about it, and did not forget to remind Ling Huan.

Ling Huan nodded solemnly, stared at the words without looking back, and said slowly: "Well, Mei'er, in order to protect my heart, you also have to be careful and safe, otherwise my heart will break." ”

"I hate it, I don't believe it......" Yin Youmei's little face was hot, and she took a sip. At this moment, where does she still have the appearance of a demon girl, but somehow, her heart is sweet and sour, numb, and there is an indescribable joy, which is an experience she has never had.

"You don't believe it? How is this good, you have to go back to the basics and treat each other with sincerity, so that you are willing to believe it. But if I don't take it off you, won't I be taken advantage of by you......" Ling Huan's expression showed a look of struggle, and he didn't look back, but he was embarrassed.

"Who wants to take advantage of you...... Yin Youmei's face turned blushing, as if she was about to drip water, and interrupted Ling Huan with a soft hum, but she couldn't say anything more. Since Xindao met his bad embryo, he was like an evil spirit, a lot stupider, and he was still happy.

As if she hadn't heard her words, Ling Huan suddenly stretched out her hand and brushed it towards the strings.

Yin Youmei looked up in surprise and was pleasantly surprised to find that when Ling Huan played again, the words that fell first towards the two of them suddenly burst into the air and burst into flames, like gorgeous fireworks, arranged in a sequence of verses, and slowly fell towards Ling Huan.

"In the Huangmei season, it rains at home, and the grass pond is full of frogs. There is an appointment not to come for the night and a half, and the chess pieces are idle and the lights are dropped. ”

Those flame words that fell towards Ling Huan, as depicted in his poems, were just like the splashes of lights, falling into his body one after another, disappearing.

But before Yin Youmei could react, Ling Huan's piano tone changed abruptly, becoming sonorous and powerful, domineering and condensed, as if he was splashing ink with a pen - Jin Ge Iron Horse was drawing.

"Tong Fei cut the long Jiao, see you in the picture. Boarding the boat is both a tiger roaring, and the water is a dragon battle. The mountains were shocked, and the sword was drawn to drag the thunder and lightning. Under the white blade of scales, the blood-stained Cangjiang River changes. Feel this strong ancients, if the thousand autumns are opposite. ”

These words also turned into energy, and after escaping into Ling Huan's body, Ling Huan's piano sound changed again, becoming extremely fast, like a raging storm, quickly shaking Yin Youmei's divine sense.

"Shi Jun has calligraphy, and he has been writing for a long time. The business is wonderful, and the Shu roll is at hand. However, he is full of spirit, and he must fight wine. The name of the hall is drunk with ink, and the wall is moved. Ande turbid wine pool, dripping to see the wet head. But to succeed Zhang Jun, don't care about the ugliness. ”

Ling Huan's play, the first four poems, happened to be one each of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting. And then, in Yin Youmei's stunned eyes, Ling Huan played the words that made her dizzy, almost all of them were poems about the book......

"There is a golden house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book. ”

"I have read more than 10,000 books, and my pen is like a god. ”

"If you don't know the taste of reading, it's better to put it up. What is the silverfish, eating dross all day long. ”

......

Yin Youmei was not smart enough to think of good words, but she was completely stunned by Ling Huan's amazing talent. Almost instantly, Ling Huan could come up with so many amazing words and phrases, which were far more terrifying than what he said.

In addition to the shock, she also has her own careful thoughts, hoping that all the benefits will be obtained by Ling Huan as much as possible, and she will not make a move unless she has to.

It's just that the world is unpredictable, although Ling Huan's bizarre speed is so fast that Yin Youmei can't believe it. But in the trembling of the stars, the random words that rushed out next suddenly increased, to the extent of terror that covered the sky and the sun.

"It's not good...... Yin Youmei exclaimed, she didn't have time to think about it, Xiu Wei burst out suddenly, drew her sword in the air, and splashed ink with a wave of her hand.

The words in the air were like dark clouds covering the sun, rolling in, and the coercion of Sen Ran made her scalp explode. How dare she stand by and watch, even if she takes action immediately, with her ability, it will be a drop in the bucket, and the two of them are afraid that they will not be able to escape in the end. (To be continued.) )