Chen Huaiyi was not fooled by this.

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

smiled and patted Chen Zhijing's shoulder, turned around and went back to the house, and said to his sister-in-law: "Sister-in-law, pack your luggage and prepare to move, the sooner the better, except for underwear and valuables, everything else will be abandoned." ”

"Something happened again?"

"It's just a villain, put up with him first."

"Then we ......"

"Get out of here first."

Ten minutes later.

Chen Huaiyi led Wang Weiwei out and nodded at Chen Zhijing: "From now on, we have nothing to do with your Tunyang Chen family, the mountains are high and the rivers are long, and there will be no time in the future." ”

Chen Zhijing snorted: "Stop!" ”

"What do you mean?"

"Open the package, I'll check it."

When Wang Weiwei heard this, she immediately hid the package behind her back.

Chen Huaiyi's face turned cold: "Chen Zhijing, are you sure you want to be someone's dog?" ”

"Chen Huaiyi, don't talk nonsense, I suspect that you are secretly hiding my Chen family's finances!" Chen Zhijing stiffened his neck and shouted: "Don't forget what you said at the beginning, don't take away a penny from the Tunyang Chen family." ”

Speak, gesturing.

Seven or eight young men firmly blocked the gate.

Chen Huaiyi stared at Chen Zhijing: "Are you sure you want to do this?" ”

"Sure!"

"No regrets?"

Chen Huaiyi shouted: "The big husband can be killed but not humiliated, Chen Zhijing, and the despicable villain hiding in the shadows, from today on, we will not die!" ”

The voice fell, and he drew his knife sharply.

"Whew-"

The sword flashed.

Bring up a little bit of blood.

Chen Zhijing's face was full of shock, and after a while, he slowly fell to the ground holding his neck.

The audience was dead silent.

Especially the young men of the Chen family, they were even more shocked, before they came, they didn't expect Chen Huaiyi to dare to kill.

But now, Chen Huaiyi slashed their new patriarch with one sword.

When he looked up and saw Chen Huaiyi with awe-inspiring murderous intent, he turned around and ran.

Chen Huaiyi sneered, turned his head and comforted his sister-in-law: "Sister-in-law, don't be afraid, it's not a big problem, this world is not the world of the Chen family in Tunyang, let alone the world of some people, but the world of saints!" ”

When the words fell, someone said with a smile: "The saint also has to talk about the law, Chen Huaiyi, if you kill someone in the street, even the saint can't save you." ”

Chen Huaiyi turned his head and saw four or five young men wearing snow-white robes and holding folding fans walking over with figure-eight steps, and the leader was eight feet tall and had a handsome face, which was incompatible with the surrounding rustic environment, and at first glance it was from a big city.

This is Chen Zhijing's backer?

But these people ...... What's in the picture?

Chen Huaiyi sneered: "I, Chen Huaiyi, dare to act boldly, unlike some small people who hide in the gutter and do damp things!" ”

"You-"

"Angry? It's you," Chen Huaiyi sneered again: "A manly man, he doesn't dare to open up if he has grievances, and he has to instruct the ignorant rural farmer to be the first bird, with this kind of heart, it is difficult to become a big weapon in this life!" ”

"You fart, I'm Chen Huaifeng, a disciple of the Chen family in Yingzhou, I have a seven-grade literary heart, and I got a humanistic rank earlier, how can I allow you, a country turtle, to point fingers?"

"Wow, it's so powerful, seven-grade Wenxin, lifting a humanistic position," Chen Huaiyi admired, but his face was full of disdain: "Backed by a big family like the Chen family in Yingzhou, I have obtained a humanistic degree, and I am embarrassed to show off." ”

"That's better than you being a child."

"It's true that I am a child, but I wrote a saint-level Mingzhi poem as a child, and was named "Lime Yin" by the saint himself."

"I got a Xiucai degree at the age of twelve."

"I wrote 'Lime Moan.'"

"I got my degree at the age of eighteen."

"I wrote 'Lime Moan.'"

"I am a descendant of the Yingchuan Chen family."

"I wrote 'Lime Moan.'"

"I'm still a student of Sword Pavilion Academy."

"I wrote 'Lime Moan.'"

Chen Huaifeng suddenly became angry: "You know "Lime Yin" when you step on a horse, and you rely on "Lime Yin" for a lifetime? ”

Chen Huaiyi nodded slightly: "That's what Zhou Shanshan said, of course, in addition to "Lime Yin", I also have a "Yong Zhuang" at the level of falling ceilingpox, if I can, I can also write more poems at the level of amazing saints and even heaven and earth, and you have nothing to do except your family background." ”

"The tone is really big, and it still shocks the saints, and the heavens and the earth move, and I am not afraid of flashing my tongue, Chen Huaiyi, don't think that you are lucky enough to write a shocking hymn and feel that your poetry is unique, and there are only a few amazing hymns in the whole week? If you can write a second hymn, I will take refuge in you with my whole family, and if you can write a poem of heaven and earth, I will be your slave forever. ”

Chen Huaiyi gave a thumbs up: "What a warrior!" ”

When the words fell, he directly ripped open the package and shook out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone inside: "Sister-in-law, grind the ink for me." ”

Wang Weiwei silently took out the inkstone and ink ingots and began to grind the ink.

Chen Huaifeng frowned, slightly uneasy in his heart.

It's not the same as the plan.

Nothing could go wrong, could it?

No!

Absolutely not!

There are only a few poems at the level of a saint in a hundred years, and no matter how talented a first-order older child is, it is impossible for Chen Huaiyi to write two poems in a row in one day!

Not to mention Chen Huaiyi, even the great Confucians of the time and those who are famous for their poetry can't do it.

There has never been a precedent in history for composing two stunning-level poems in a single day.

Never!

Thinking of this, Chen Huaifeng turned back to his fellow brothers and laughed: "You saw it? Chen Huaiyi is going to write poetry again. ”

"Hahaha, it's whimsical."

"This is to regard himself as a poet, and even try to compose two astonishing hymns in one day."

"He thought the hymn was a wildflower on the side of the road, ready to pick up."

"It's ridiculous."

"People who come out of small families are like this, they don't know how high the sky is, and they regard themselves as the first in the world if they have a little achievement."

"If he can make a second hymn, I'll have his last name."

"Pretending to be like that, I don't know what kind of panic I've been."

"After all, it is killing people on the street, how can the Tunyang Chen family give up easily, they have already reported to the official, and in a few moments, the county commander and the county lieutenant and the official will come to arrest him soon, and he will not escape."

"Unless he can really write a second astonishing hymn, the Great Zhou Dynasty has an amnesty rule for such talents, but unfortunately, this is impossible."

"This kid is finished."

"In the face of the provocation of the same clan, he kills people at every turn, and there is no city government to speak of, even if he has a little talent, what can he do? It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, but he ......"

"Who is not, or lack of education, a small family and no father or mother, how much climate can it become?"

Several children of the big clan unscrupulously commented on Chen Huaiyi, but they didn't take Chen Huaiyi in their eyes at all, and their arrogance was fully displayed.

But soon, everyone closed in unison.

Because as Chen Huaiyi splashed ink, the literary spirit began to converge, and the condensed storm was extremely rapid.

"This ......"

"At least the scene!"

"I'm afraid there is a smallpox level, this storm of culture is so violent."

"What should I do?"

Chen Huaifeng's face also changed, but he still hummed: "What's the panic, it's just a small fall, I also have a poem about falling smallpox." ”

But when I heard the rumbling sound of poetry in the sky and listened to the content carefully, I suddenly felt bad.