When Xue Zha said "Throwing Pen from Rong", he suddenly felt something, the golden crown of language on his head flashed, he could feel that there was a fleeting touch at a groove on the crown that could be inlaid with gems, but it seemed that he did not touch the key core of "Throwing Pen from Rong", so he could not obtain this "Wang Jing Idiom Gem".

He looked at Lei Rui, and then looked at Huo Yunpeng, who was weak not far away, who seemed to be selling a kidney and buying a fruit machine, and he seemed to have an idea.

"If, if I transform all these people present into Jianghu people, then ...... Could it be that I will be able to grasp this royal realm idiom directly, and will I be able to obtain this gem directly?"

Xue Zha's heart was on fire.

Although it is said that his first Wang Jing gem "does not get drunk and does not return", there is some water, and he can only clear the field, but the idiom of "throwing a pen from Rong" is a cow when you think about it...... It can directly transform the reader into a Jianghu person, which reader would dare to cross me this time!

Xue Zha thinks: The saddest thing is to make you the kind of person you hate. Hey, hey, hey......

"Yes...... What can be done to turn so many scholars here into Jianghu people?"

Xue Zha was pondering, and the others were digesting everything that had happened before.

Huo Yunpeng couldn't believe that he was the youngest bachelor in the White Kingdom, and he was actually suppressed by a Jianghu man when he was exercising "subtle words"!

"This ...... How is this possible? This ...... It's impossible!"

Lu Qingyang knew Huo Yunpeng's strength, although he thought that he was so much stronger than Huo Yunpeng, but after all, both of them were scholars in the bachelor's realm, and they were extremely afraid to think about it, could it be that Xue Zhe wanted to suppress him, it was just an idiom?

Lei Rui was about to cry.

His countless years of hard work, and what he tried his best to pursue, all came to naught at this moment.

"It's all gone, there's nothing left!"

"I ...... I'll kill you!"

Rayrie's temples tensed, the green tendons on his forehead crossed into a cross, and he couldn't help but say, he clenched his fists and rushed out, his body like a bullfight, and an idiom came out of his mouth at the same time: "Angry bullfighting!"

Xue Zha laughed, he couldn't understand Lei Rui's behavior at this moment.

"You hate me, you hate me, but you use the power I give you, heheda!"

The three idioms in Xue Zhe's mind were instantly connected together, and he didn't need to say it with his mouth, with his current strength in the Wang Realm, except for the "Wang Realm Idiom", the others only needed to move their minds, and they could be used as they pleased.

"Fighting to change the stars - changing shapes and shadows - shadows are enough"

In an instant, a strange space appeared within a hundred meters of Xue Zha's body, the starlight flashed inside, and countless shadows were densely packed inside, everything within the scope of this true dragon realm would be moved back and forth, if it was targeted by Xue Zha, there would be countless shadows holding weapons condensed by dark shadows to step forward, or bite or slash.

Xue Zha didn't move, and he didn't let unrelated people fall into the True Dragon Realm, he manipulated this True Dragon Realm with his mind, shrinking it into a gourd shape, enveloping only himself and the rushing Lei Rui in it.

Subsequently, the True Dragon Realm disappeared, and Lei Rui, the little marquis, disappeared, and everyone present could see it clearly, there was not even a single hair left in the same place, and no one knew where Lei Rui was sent by Xue Zha.

Although there was no stimulation of blood, a living person was gone, and the scene was still shocking, and everyone seemed to be choked by an invisible hand, unable to make the slightest sound.

Xue Zha walked back to his place, he stretched out his hand, and the stars flickered, and the fruits and teapots on the table were carried to his neighborhood.

"Hmm...... This apple is good, I haven't eaten this juicy apple!"

"This peach shouldn't be cut into pieces, it's best to soak it in sugar water, maybe it will taste better!"

"Who told you to put honey in the watermelon juice, hey...... It's a pity that I have a big bowl of watermelon juice, I don't want to give it away!"

..................

As Xue Zha chattered as he ate, the others slowly recovered from their stiff state.

They moved their arms and shook their legs, their faces gradually regained their blood, and many people looked at each other, and they all saw retreat in each other's eyes.

Lu Qingyang didn't dare to stop him, he even wanted to send Xue Zha away.

He stepped forward with a hard head, licked and smiled and said to Xue Zha, "Xue Xiaoyou, or ...... Either you go back first, I see that everyone is not making poetry, or ...... Or next time?"

"No...... No, no, no, how can it be done so quickly, and people who don't know will think I'm smashing the field?"

Xue Zha's head shook like a rattle, his eyes rolled, and he coughed and said, "Otherwise, each of the scholars present will have a poem, and we will leave the show when we are done, what do you think, Lao Lu?"

Xue Zha patted the back of Lu Qingyang's head, and he said in his heart: If you want to harm me, you will also find Huo Yunpeng to come and let you two old boys bite dogs, see who can bite whom?

"Ahem, cough, cough, ......"

When Huo Yunpeng heard this, he immediately coughed wildly, he came with a pale face, and said politely to Xue Zha: "This ...... Xue Xiaoyou, I ...... Unfortunately, I was injured while studying, and I need to go back to recuperate quickly, otherwise I will delay the affairs of the prime minister when I go back, and the little one can't afford it!"

"Yo-heh! and threaten me?"

Xue Zha's words were said directly, he squinted at Huo Yunpeng, pouted and said, "There are so many errands under the prime minister's hands, it's not bad for you to be a dog, right?"

Xue Zha's words were extremely harsh, in the first two years of entering the officialdom, he Huo Yunpeng hated him the most that others said that he was a dog of the prime minister's family.

"Friend, don't go too far!"

Huo Yunpeng said coldly, he met Xue Zha's playful expression, gritted his teeth and said, "There are some things I can do, and some things I can't do." ”

"Boy, don't push people into a hurry, dogs will bite people if they are in a hurry!"

"Are you talking about 'a gentleman has something to do'?"

Xue Zha didn't hear the threat behind this kid at all, he directly condensed Huo Yunpeng's words into the words of a certain saint.

Boom, a muffled thunder exploded over the capital, attracting the attention of countless people.

"How many months has it been? Why is there still thunder? Something is wrong, something is wrong!"

In front of a store, the owner in his forties hurriedly beckoned his men to close the stall, but it was raining again, and all their goods were drenched.

In the Baiguo Qingtianjian, there was an official who was lying on the ground in fright and did not dare to move, because in front of him, a sacred image of the Confucian saint enshrined on the high platform cracked and fell to the ground.

And in the palace, the bell that summoned everyone rang, and the corners of the mouth of the holy elephant in the temple, which is said to be the ancestor of the royal family of the White Kingdom, were cracked and cocked, very much like an old man laughing, and this matter was learned by the old emperor of Zongzheng Temple and passed into the palace, and the old emperor was very shocked.

In the Prime Minister's Mansion, not far from the palace, a thin old man was walking out of the bathtub, and two young women behind him were wiping his body, and the chaotic footsteps around him were getting closer and closer, and the owner of those footsteps kept shouting.

"Prime Minister...... Oh no...... We...... The Sage of Confucius in our Prime Minister's Mansion, it ...... It's cracked!"

Yang Sanyuan is different from the officials of Qingtianjian, he is not so frightened as the subordinate officials around him, as the number one Confucian in the White Country today, as a quasi-saint realm powerhouse, his literati knowledge cannot make him panic like an ordinary person.

"It seems that our methods in the White Country are too gentle, and the old man thinks that we have not safeguarded the interests of good scholars, so it's okay......"

Yang Sanyuan lightly put on a purple robe, and when he walked out of the bathroom, all the subordinate officials of the entire Prime Minister's Mansion were already standing in front of him tremblingly.