At this time, the night of Huizhou Mansion was already very deep, so there was a bright moon in the sky, but the moon in Chai Nan's eyes was rounder and colder, and it was as cool as the ice in the ink stream.

Chai Nan smelled death from it, it was so familiar and kind.

Because he was familiar, Chai Nan didn't panic, because he was kind, so Chai Nan didn't lose his heart, he just raised his hand hard, and raised the woodcutter in his hand between his eyebrows.

It's a pity that his speed is still slow, and his response is always a little late.

The moonlight crept through the knife in his hand and spilled into his chest.

Brilliant red flowers bloom from it.

However, the gaze in Chai Nan's eyes was calmer than ever, and the woodcutter in his hand was lighter than ever, and the blade swept down, finally slashing on the moonlight.

There was a sound of gold and stone in the moon, but it was a little dull, and the cold moonlight sank a little, making the blood on Chai Nan's chest more and more gorgeous.

However, there was not the slightest hint of pain between Chai Nan's eyebrows, because he was used to such pain.

"Pain makes people more awake. "This is a wise quote from Chainan's father, who told him when he was very young.

So Chai Nan was not afraid of pain, he was just a little surprised that his woodcutter failed to split the moonlight.

So he withdrew.

The rough straw sandals stepped on the soft ground, and there were gusts of qi, and Chai Nan's figure retreated sharply, and the coarse linen clothes on his body were shattered!

But at the same time. The cold moon did not relentlessly deceive itself again, and it was coated with a faint orange light, like the sun and the moon. Shine on the earth.

Su Wen's voice sounded immediately, but what he recited in his mouth was not "Gale", nor "Magnolia with Reduced Words".

Because of the sudden appearance of the squeak, Su Wen once again recalled the scene in the ghost hope slope that day, he thought of the phantom pen from the squeak, and then thought of the book tablet pen from the squeak. That's why I can use my pen to make the blood beast retreat.

It was Su Wen who handed the phantom pen into Squeak's hand again, and let him weave a nightmare about the beast tide.

But the most critical. But it made Su Wen think of another thing.

Since entering the Huizhou Mansion, Su Wendu has only used two war texts, namely "Gale" and "Minus the Word Magnolia" from Huang Tingjian, which made him almost forget it. Originally. As early as when he was in Guiwangpo, he had created a war poem.

That poem is more suitable for this situation, or rather, more suitable for the cold moon in his hands.

It's Jia Island's "Swordsman"!

"Ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has not been tried. Show you today, who has injustice!"

On the Ghost Hope Slope that day, the sword in Su Wen's hand. It's just an ordinary short sword given to him by the golden sledgehammer from the blacksmith shop in the north of Linchuan City when he said goodbye.

And at this moment, Su Wen is in his hands. But it's a cold moon!

After the poem, the light of talent on Su Wen's body was dazzling, and the killing intent on the sword was even more condensed, and he advanced a few inches!

"Ho ......"

A touch of blood red trickled down from the corner of Chai Nan's mouth, and he let out a low roar from his throat, and the red mang on his body was gradually showing signs of collapse.

It's a pity that at this moment, the young man in white, who had been watching coldly, suddenly moved.

What he did was simple, just took out a crumpled piece of white paper from his bosom, and then raised his hand and threw it in the direction of Chai Nan.

The next moment, Su Wen's eyes suddenly flashed with blue light, and then he felt the cold moon in his hand loosen, as if piercing into the air, and then look in front of him, where is there still the shadow of Chai Nan?

All that's left is a white piece of paper with a glowing blue glow.

Mid-level Wenbao, puppet paper!

Before the cold moon sword blade, it was still stained with dripping bright red, but Chai Nan, who had been severely injured by Su Wen's sword, had been replaced by puppet paper to the side of the white-clothed young man in the blink of an eye!

Su Wen put away his sword and stopped, looking at the young man in white, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

This person is not only a waiter, but also has two treasures, a white jade ruler and a puppet paper, and his life experience is absolutely extraordinary!

In particular, the puppet paper as a five-grade treasure is limited in grade due to the scarcity of uses, but every time it comes out, it can save a life, how precious!

And the young man in white used it so lightly on Chai Nan's body!

The most important thing is, why did he save this Yan countryman?

Su Wen couldn't figure it out, and he didn't have time to figure it out, because the other party was already holding the book in his hand and rushed towards him.

For a moment, Su Wen's expression was slightly cold, he didn't expect that the young man in white would still make a bold move.

Su Wen was able to hit Chai Nan hard with one blow, which can be said to be the exhaustion of the organs, using the illusion, the cold moon, the war poem, and even the suppression of the literary position!

But in the face of the dignified servant and the enemy, Su Wen's methods were useless.

Su Wen didn't retreat, he just stood quietly in place and let go of the Cold Moon sword hilt on his waist.

The sword that Yanbei taught him could be a surprise attack, a last fight, but it could not be an enemy, and Su Wen kept this in mind.

He didn't do anything, just looked up at the big ink-colored characters in the air, and slowly said, "Who are you?"

The blue and white scarf on the top of the young man in white swayed slightly, and the other party's voice was still as indifferent as ever: "This shouldn't be your last words, so I'll give you a chance to say it again." ”

Su Wen smiled lightly: "Didn't you just ask for the rubbing in my arms? If I am willing to give it to you, how can I have a last word?"

The young man in white was slightly stunned by Su Wen's response, and the big ink-colored characters in the air were also stunned, he stood three feet in front of Su Wen, and said indifferently: "So, please give it to me." ”

A moment ago, Su Wen said to him, please come and get it, and now he is here, so you can answer Su Wen, please give it to me.

Su Wen smiled again, put his hand into his arms, and then took out an object.

But it's not the perfect rubbing, but a gourd.

The young man in white immediately smelled a trace of incomparably dangerous breath from it, so he didn't hesitate for a moment, the book in his hand moved wildly, and the big ink-colored characters in the air immediately danced wildly. Like flying ants in the sky.

However, at the same time, the gourd in Su Wen's hand also erupted with a large area of orange light. In an instant, the flying ants in the sky were submerged in it, like a storm crashing on the shore, setting off a storm!

Talent is out of the body, that is something that can only be done by the scholars above Hanlin, just like that day outside the Linchuan City Holy Temple, the half-saint Lu Sanjiao just pointed lightly, and crossed a wisp of talent into Xu Ling's sea of qi. Stir it to smithereens.

Su Wen has only been promoted to Gongsheng for a few days now, and of course he doesn't have such skills.

However, the immeasurable pot in his hand. But instead of him, he realized that his talent was out of the body!

Why is Wendou the most dangerous and cruel means of fighting among the literati? Because what both sides use is the foundation of the civil position, that is, the direct competition of talent!

The so-called war literature is just a tool. Whether it's poetry or song. or calligraphy and painting articles, they are just a medium, through their respective ranks, showing the talent of the literati, just like the woodcutter in Chai Nan's hand.

And talent is the hand that holds the knife! It is the person who wields the knife!

Is the woodcutter itself stronger, or is the person who wields the knife stronger?

The young man in white relied on his talent to stimulate the killing intent of the article, which was a means of war literature.

And Su Wen relied on the immeasurable pot. But it's the way of Wendou!

From a certain point of view, Su Wen is already in the position of Gongsheng. Of course, his current literary rank is still low, and all he can inspire is orange talent, so his lethality is extremely limited, but it is enough to deal with the young man in white.

If it weren't for the fact that the young man in white was four grades higher than Su Wen, the moment Su Wen took out the immeasurable pot, he would have been defeated!

Even so, the young man in white at this time had already sensed that something was wrong, because the flying ants he had inspired seemed to have fallen into the ocean, completely swallowed and drowned, and never to be seen again!

This is the value of a high-level treasure!

Su Wen relied on the immeasurable pot to close the gap between the four ranks of the other party, and as long as he continued to have talent in the pot, the young man in white would be helpless against him!

The question is, did Su Wen's talent dry up first, or did the young man in white run out of books first?

From the perspective of common sense, Su Wen can resist for a while, but he can't resist for a lifetime, because the literary position determines the thickness of everyone's literary sea and the amount of talent.

But Su Wen has always been a person who is good at breaking common sense.

The gourd in his hand is called the Infinite Pot, but in fact, only the sea can be called Infinite Pot.

Su Wen's sea of literature is a sea.

In the time of half a pillar of incense, the ink-colored characters that the white-clothed young man jumped out of between the books were like mud cows entering the sea, and he couldn't set off any waves at all, nor could he touch half of Su Wen's clothes, but on the other hand, Su Wen, the ocean that spewed out of the pot did not show the signs of exhaustion, and his talent was majestic, where did he look like a tribute student?

Of course, the young man in white had never seen the Infinite Pot, so he didn't know that the talent that was stirring out of it came from Su Wen's own Wenhai, and he thought that those talents were stored and accumulated.

But even this was enough to shock the young man in white, because he had never heard of such a means in the world that could release the talent of a tribute student from the body!

The two sides were still struggling with each other, and a trace of jealousy flashed in the eyes of the young man in white, but it was not for Su Wen's endless means, but for his suspicion of his identity.

How can a person who can possess such a treasure be a mortal?

"Who the hell are you?"

Su Wen didn't answer, but he was thinking about the same question in his heart.

At such a close distance, Su Wen was shocked to realize that this young man in white actually looked a little familiar, but with Su Wen's memory, he could naturally make it clear that the other party and himself were definitely only meeting for the first time, so what was going on with this familiarity?

It's a pity that Su Wen didn't have time to figure it out, so his pupils suddenly constricted, and the immeasurable pot in his hand trembled.

Because he saw a woodcutter.

Chai Nan's face showed a cruel smile, and the linen shorts between his chest and abdomen were already soaked in bright red, but he did not pass out, nor did he flee the scene, but once again swept his blade towards Su Wen.

At this time, Su Wen's mind was immersed in the confrontation with the young man in white, and Wen Hai's talent was also passing through the immeasurable pot, completely venting into the air, and he couldn't be interrupted at all, otherwise, he would be overwhelmed by the ink words in the blink of an eye!

The timing of Chai Nan's knife was grasped to the pinnacle!

But his knife still failed to slash at Su Wen's body, because from Su Wen's abdomen, a touch of gold suddenly stabbed out!

At the same time, the young man in white finally lost his indifference and exclaimed: "Holy power!" (to be continued......