"Well written!"

Li Yu gave affirmation.

What happened in the past two days when she came to Po County made her, who claimed to be "a little literary", a little confused, and she also understood what it was to have people outside the sky.

It is no wonder that Tiandao recognizes "Dream of Red Mansions" as an elegant text, only the first time the choice of words and sentences, the ingenious Tibetan characters, and the refreshing way of writing are all eye-catching.

'Good indeed. ’

Lu Fang echoed in his heart, and started to write the last few paragraphs of the first time, and after he finished writing, he found that Li Yu had left at some point.

I thought I was going back to pack my luggage, after all, I was going to leave for Shangjing later.

It is estimated that as soon as Li Yu got the news, he came over to inform him.

didn't wait too long, Lu Ling, who was outside, hurried back.

Lu Fang informed Lu Ling of "Li Yu's dictum that he should leave for Beijing immediately" and said, "Sister, you go to Beijing with me." ”

"It's too hasty."

Lu Ling frowned, thought for a moment and said:

"Brother, you go to Beijing first, wait for me to sell my family's fields and houses, and then go to Beijing to look for you. The demon clan is coming for you, Li Rushi said that now they are too busy to take care of themselves, and I will not be in danger. ”

Lu Fang persuaded: "Sister ......"

Lu Ling had his own idea, and ordered Xiao Tao to pack up the burden for Lu Fang, took Lu Fang's hand, and instructed earnestly:

"Brother, when you go out, you must not make any more mistakes."

She took out the talisman and ten hundred taels of silver tickets, and handed them to Lu Fang: "You can take these, and you can dot them up and down when you can use them." ”

"You keep the talisman sister." Lu Fang only took the silver ticket and put it in his cuffs, but he didn't take the talisman.

Lu Ling didn't insist anymore, thinking that his brother had a scholarly spirit and a five-grade female Confucian by his side, so there should be no danger, and said:

"My brother now has a heroic and righteous spirit, and he has also condensed the spirit of the book, he should be determined to display his ambitions, and stop being greedy for pleasure, especially in the land of lustful dogs and horses."

Lu Fang chuckled: "Why is my sister always 'bitter and hateful', smile more, your brother is determined now, my sister is not a hero, then I am determined to be a big hero." ”

If it was placed in the past, Lu Ling didn't believe it at all.

Big hero?

Come on, she doesn't dare to ask for extravagance.

As long as Lu Fang doesn't spend her life in chaos and desolation in the future, and makes a little appearance, she is already satisfied.

But now it's different.

Lu Fang's elegant essay condenses the spirit of the book, and a manifest-level demon poem condenses the righteousness of Haoran, with these two points, the future is destined to be promising.

……

The autumn wind is whining, and the fallen leaves are withering.

A carriage drove out of the gate of Poxian County, and when it passed by the more remote official road, Lu Fang, who was dressed in a white robe, flew out of the carriage like a "sharp arrow" and hovered slightly in mid-air.

"Drive a long car!"

Lu Fang shouted loudly, and the cyan Haoran righteous qi surged out, causing the void around him to vibrate, and the ripples in the space spread in circles.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Haoran righteousness gathered into a quaint chariot appeared at his feet,

The chariot has a crowned pennant fluttering, and the lower part looks like a throne, and the backrest is engraved with the pattern of "birds and beasts".

Lu Fang stood on the chariot excitedly and inexplicably, and the touch under his feet seemed to be a real existence.

"Hurry!"

The chariot formed by the condensation of Haoran's righteous qi slid forward for several feet, and suddenly disappeared.

Without the support of the chariot, Lu Fang flipped back in mid-air, landed firmly on the ground, returned to the carriage with a few jumps between running, lifted the curtain and got into the carriage, and complained:

"Haoran righteousness doesn't seem to be very good."

It took a lot of effort, and the chariot in the figurative demon words is useless, and it is not as good as the Qimen Flying Armor, and it is impossible to say that it is not disappointed.

Li Yu tightened the Confucian robe on his body and said:

"Although the demon word was made by you, it is already unexpected that you can visualize the chariot for the first time in the third order of the ninth grade."

Lu Fang smiled bitterly and nodded, he had asked Li Yu about the Confucian realm before.

The Confucian scholars of the third order of the Nine Grades can just concretize individual verses, and if they want to control their own offensive and defensive use, they also need to have full control over Haoran righteousness.

In general, the combat effectiveness of the Nine Rank Confucian Students is relatively weak.

"It will take a few days to go to Bozhou, if you are idle, you can continue to write 'Dream of Red Mansions', if the whole text is Yawen, it will also be of great benefit to your cultivation."

After Li Yu finished watching the first episode of Dream of Red Mansions, he was very much looking forward to what kind of follow-up story Lu Fang would write.

Not a word of urging is said, every word is a reminder.

Lu Fang also had this intention, writing in a bumpy carriage was not difficult for a Confucian scholar of the ninth rank and third order.

Before, he was afraid of annoying Li Yu, but since she took the initiative, he had no worries.

"The second time Mrs. Jia died in Yangzhou City, Leng Zixing gave a speech at Rongguo Mansion."

Lu Fang dipped his ink and picked up the pen to write the second chapter of Dream of Red Mansions, and according to the current progress, he can write twice a day.

Now he is not in a hurry to finish writing Dream of Red Mansions.

The aroma of the book continues to increase, and it seems to be enough for now.

It normally takes about a month to set off for Shangjing, and it's not too late to rush to Beijing when you get to Beijing......

Just like that, Lu Fang wrote it once, and Li Yu watched it once, and gradually became addicted to watching "Dream of Red Mansions", and became a die-hard fan.

Along the way, Li Yu said the most, if it's okay, hurry up and write Dream of Red Mansions......

It was pouring rain from the sky.

A remote cave in a deep valley in the mountains.

A scholar covered in injuries sat cross-legged, and his body was surrounded by yellow demonic energy, like a hideous and terrifying fox phantom.

The demonic aura condensed but did not disperse, healing the injuries on the scholar's body.

After an hour, the demonic energy disappeared.

The scholar opened a pair of "fox" eyes, looked at the rain curtain outside the cave and murmured: "The sky is unfair! ”

The scholar is a nine-grade fox demon, with a nickname called "Blue-eyed Wisdom Fox", and he named himself Hu Wei, who was born with extraordinary intelligence.

The demon prophet Wanshu King left a proverb before his death, and the demon clan secretly launched the "assassination of the proverb man" operation, and Hu Wei was entrusted with a heavy task to come to the Great Zhou Dynasty.

It's a pity that this mission was not on the side of the demon clan, and it ended up being a complete failure.

"What face do I have to go back to the Ten Thousand Demon Palace!" Hu Wei raised his head and sighed, looking extremely lonely.

The sky resounded with the sound of an eagle.

A strange eagle with white horns flew into the cave and landed to form a white-horned eagle demon with white horns and wings on its back.

The demon walked upright, with thick limbs and claws at the end.

The strange brownish eagle eyes, sharp jagged eagle beak, black and white fluff and wings, like pieces of scale armor.

The monstrous demonic qi gushed out from the back of his head, condensing into a "demon wheel", and the mighty coercion emanated from above.

"See the White-Horned Eagle King!"

Hu Wei saluted respectfully, barely squeezing out a smile, and his trembling voice revealed the fear in his heart.

Those who are called "kings" in the demon clan are all demon kings of the super nine grades.

This mission to assassinate the proverb did not involve the demon king, but now that the white-horned eagle king has found Hu Wei from thousands of miles, I am afraid that he is here to hold him responsible......

The White-Horned Eagle King glanced at Hu Wei coldly and scolded: "It's not enough to succeed, it's more than enough to lose!" ”

Hu Wei was stunned, bowed down and said: "The sin demon knows the crime!" ”

The White-Horned Eagle King snorted coldly:

"If it were my nature, I would kill you! After intercepting and killing Li Yu, the daughter of the great Confucian Li Maotong, you will go to the Ten Thousand Demon Palace to receive the punishment. ”

"Yes!" Hu Wei nodded vigorously.

When he heard Li Maotong's name, his face turned a little colder.

The great Confucian Li Maotong killed many elites of the demon clan this time, and he hated it when he heard it.

Even if this mission fails!

It should also teach this great Confucian of the Great Zhou Dynasty a painful lesson.