On this day, Xue Zha finally made what he wanted, which were three notices, each of which was carried with three pieces of yellow silk cloth, and Xue Zha copied eight copies of them with his own hands, and hung them on the four main gate towers of the two cities of Cloud City and Baiyunjiang City.

The first notice is a poem, and as soon as the poem is written, there is a righteous qi between heaven and earth, so that the first yellow silk cloth naturally exudes an aura that makes the villain afraid.

Book:

"Once the hardships have been encountered, there are few stars around. ”

"The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering, and the life experience is ups and downs and the rain is beating. ”

"Panic beachhead said panic, zero Ding Yang sighed zero Ding. ”

"Who has not died in life since ancient times? ”

Xue Zha rolled up the first book, put it in a brocade box, handed it to Jiang Chen, patted him on the shoulder with a smile and said, "Sha Xinqi has been on you, if you go and give him this first copy, he will be surprised." ”

"Childe, what did you say ......?"

Jiang Chen was speechless, what does it mean to "have been on me?", if Xue Zha hadn't said this, Jiang Chen would definitely be fighting with him.

But the business is important, Jiang Chen didn't dare to delay, although he had hidden worries, after all, he was the son of the son, and he had to move forward even if he was a sword, so he resolutely turned around and went down the Star Picking Tower.

When Jiang Chen walked out of the Star Picking Tower, Xue Zha shouted to him with a smile on the roof: "Jiang Chen, don't be afraid, he can't get on you this time!"

Xue Zha's voice was heard, and the whole Cloud City heard it, and he seemed to deliberately use the idiom "sound like a Hong Zhong", and the old Jiang Chen's face was flushed, and he didn't even care about sitting in the carriage, so he trotted out of the city directly.

There was no way, as soon as he saw the strange expressions of the people who met him on the street, he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into, it's too shameful, Childe!

Xue Zha's second poem is a long poem, which is a well-known poem on the earth in his previous life, and was once called "Peacock Flying Southeast", this poem is called "Mulan Poem".

Xue Zha wrote the last four lines of the poem with great force, and in order to write these four lines of poetry, he used a technique that is rarely used by readers: weeping blood and pilling heart.

The four red lines of the poem go like this:

"Male rabbit's feet fluttering,"

"The female rabbit's eyes are blurred,"

"Twin rabbits walk on the ground,"

"Can Ann tell if I'm male or female?"

When Xue Zha wrote this poem, a phantom appeared between heaven and earth, it was a Valkyrie in military costume and riding a horse, she only appeared for a moment, and then turned into a streamer and drilled into the silk cloth where Xue Zha wrote "Mulan Poem".

Xue Zha used the idiom "the breeze comes slowly" to dry the ink, and then gently rolled it up, and then called Pan Xiaolian over, he asked: "Daughter-in-law, do you want to avenge our children with your own hands?"

"I want to!

Pan Xiaolian bit her lower lip, she didn't care if her lips were bitten by her, she even ignored Xue Zha's name for her, which was the name she dreamed of before.

"This poem is enough to hit him hard, but not enough to kill him, I think, give you such a task, take him, go to Sha Xinqi, there will be a protection and a lore hidden in it, do you dare to go?"

"Why don't you dare?"

Pan Xiaolian knew that Xue Zha said that this matter was dangerous, and asked her if she dared to go, but in fact, she also asked her if she believed Xue Zha.

Pan Xiaolian said "dare" without hesitation, just in response to Xue Zha's slightest doubt, and the misunderstanding between the two in the past ten days disappeared at this moment.

Xue Zha smiled and put the rolled silk cloth into a brocade box, and then held the brocade box and put it in Pan Xiaolian's hand.

"Go, daughter-in-law, there is this, why can't he kill you, you can still avenge our children. ”

Pan Xiaolian nodded heavily and took the brocade box, and then she didn't even take the stairs, she went downstairs directly, followed by her personal maid who had not changed for a hundred years and barely spoke.

Xue Zhe blew a breath and sat down slowly, his face was extremely tired at the moment, Cai Guoxi and Tang Shiping wanted to speak several times, but they were stopped by him waving his hand.

"There's one last one left, write this one, and I'll go to rest. ”

Xue Zha blocked their mouths, but Xu Danbo couldn't stand it anymore, he knocked and asked his people to get a 10,000-year-old ginseng, he boiled it into soup with his own hands, and served it to Xue Zha to drink.

"Childe, one bite of the matter, don't delay anything. ”

Xu Danbo almost knelt down for Xue Zha, although he was Xue Zha's general, but since following Xue Zha, he found that his choice was extremely correct, and his life seemed to have embarked on a fast track to change the history of the Wenyu Continent, then Xue Zha had the grace of knowing for him, he was a Jianghu man, but he was also a scholar, how could he watch Xue Zha die of hard work, he said that he had to do his part.

Xue Zha looked at the steaming ginseng soup in front of him that was constantly swaying this night, he took the soup bowl with a smile, leaned his neck and drank it in one gulp, and then, all his consumption for ten days and ten nights was replenished, and his face became rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Okay, with this bowl of ginseng soup, this third poem, I wrote it even more powerfully!"

Xue Zha said, he took off his upper clothes directly.

Large beads of sweat rolled down from his chest, back and skull, and streams of hot gas evaporated from his body, this is the effect of that 10,000-year-old ginseng, even if Xue Zhe, a half-saint, took such a 10,000-year-old ginseng, the medicinal power is relatively strong, he wants to digest and completely absorb the medicinal power in it, he must release it.

"Come on!"

Xue Zha felt that the strength in his body was inexhaustible at this moment, he shouted, his right hand reached out, and a pen flew from the sky, which was given to him by someone.

"Thank you!"

Xue Zha doesn't care who that person is, he will use it when he gets good things.

"Good paper!"

Someone sent it again, a golden thin Zen rice paper slowly fell from the sky, no need to ask, such a technique, to say that there is no real saint in the Holy Courtyard around Cloud City, and you don't believe in killing ghosts!

Xue Zha laughed, and as soon as his right hand touched the void, the void collapsed abruptly, and an inkstone like a well appeared in it, and the ink in the inkstone was thick, like oil.

Xue Zha didn't care what it was, and after Bao was covered with ink, he shook his wrist and began to write.

"How is Dai Zongfu? Qi Lu Qingwei is gone. ”

"Creation Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut dusk. ”

"Swing your chest and give birth to Zeng Yun, and decide to return to the bird. ”

"It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see the mountains at a glance. ”

As soon as Xue Zha's poem came out, the entire Wenyu Continent trembled.

A majestic mountain suddenly rises from the ground behind the cloud city, and its majestic and magnificent side is really just as Xue Zha's poem said: "The creation of Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut the dawn." ”

The mountain is not illusory, it does appear behind Cloud City.

When this mountain appeared, thousands of golden lights were born under Xue Zha's feet, and twelve petals of golden lotus were born in it, holding him up and rising, and finally sending Xue Zha to the top of the high mountain that suddenly appeared on the Wenyu Continent.

At this moment, Xue Zha's two eyeballs flew up suddenly, those two eyeballs flew to an unknown height, and then released bursts of golden light to sweep the entire continent, all the hidden tracks, all the people who controlled people's hearts, all the things that could not see the light but were not discovered, were all in the two golden lights released by his two eyeballs, there was nothing to hide.