When Xue Zha used [Wonderful Hand Rejuvenation] to save Dabao, the three black-clothed people beside him still wanted to take the opportunity to escape.

The old dean roared angrily and rushed over with a kitchen knife, he wanted to cut down these people one by one, but unfortunately he was old and frail, and he was not from the rivers and lakes, the blades were all cut and curled, but unfortunately he didn't even cut the black clothes of the people in black.

Xue Zha couldn't stand it anymore, so he took the initiative to put an idiom to help the man in black get free.

[Liver and intestine inch broken], [liver and intestine inch broken], [liver and intestine inch broken].

The three black-clothed men had distorted expressions and fell to the ground with their bodies bowed to the ground, they kept rubbing the ground and rolling, bleeding from their mouths, eyes, ears, and noses.

However, what Xue Zha didn't tell the dean was: his [Wonderful Hand Rejuvenation] also cured Dabao's brain disease.

When the old dean's old hand covered Dabao's eyes, a steady "daddy ......" shouted, the sound made the old dean stunned, and then he looked down at Dabao below him in disbelief, he saw the long-lost spirituality from his son's eyes.

"Big ...... Dabao, you ...... How are you?"

"yes, Dad, I remember how I got to be like that some time ago. ”

Dabao sat up with a smile, he hugged his old father, and then turned his head to Xue Zha and said, "Thank you, Brother Xue Zhe." ”

"Uh...... Big brother, you're in your forties, aren't you?"

Xue Zha was speechless, and directly pointed out the inappropriateness of his name.

Dabao said, "But I've been calling you for two or three days, and I think I'm cute like that." ”

"Reacquaint yourself with me, my name is Tang Dabao, my father, and the neighbors around the academy call him Old Tang. ”

Xue Zha looked at Dabao's big clear eyes and looked at his outstretched big hand, he wanted to ask very much: Shake hands, brother, have you crossed over?

Now there are still black-clothed people in Wutong Academy, and the sad cries of being killed have been heard in the rooms of Mr. Academy, which are also mixed with the cries of begging or betraying friends, in the face of life and death, human nature is put out to see how ugly it is, Xue Zha and Tang Dabao glanced at each other, and the two stood up separately, intending to fight.

Before Xue Zha stepped forward, Tang Dabao pressed his shoulder and asked, "The others are handed over to me, you are in charge of that Yuxia, I can't beat it." ”

"Uh...... You?"

Xue Zha looked stunned.

Tang Dabao smiled and said: "I am at the foot of Yunhong Mountain, at my age, I have seen the previous generation of heads of Yunhong Mountain." ”

"I am also a Jianghu person, my realm is not as high as yours, and I am the pinnacle of a linguist. I'll tell you why I'm stupid. ”

"Good ......"

Xue Zha did not hesitate, he chose to believe Tang Dabao, and his intuition told him: The story behind Tang Dabao is related to the head of Yunhongshan in the previous generation.

Xue Zha was just about to open his arms and fly onto the roof, when he saw Tang Dabao beside him whispering an idiom, and a little starlight lit up around his body, and then, his figure flickered, and an abacus in his hand was smashed horizontally, and none of the black-clothed people who met him along the way could carry two moves in front of his abacus.

Xue Zha was shocked and happy at the same time, he suddenly felt that if he could help Tang Dabao break through into the realm of language and chivalry in a short period of time, it would probably be more interesting for him to rob the marriage this time.

Xue Zha's eyes flashed the scene of Pan Xiaolian with a red hijab on his head killing people with a knife, he shook his head, and returned to the roof behind Long Cheng again with an idiom.

At this time, the tone of the death door that shrouded Li Mingyuan was already very thin.

The full moon overhead changed from the size of a national city to the size of a lantern, and the moonlight it emitted seemed to be covered with a veil, and the range that could illuminate became smaller and smaller, and the accuracy of the archery skills of the flying general Li Guang was also reduced.

Looking at Li Mingyuan on the opposite side, he seemed to have completed the warm-up, and the speed of pulling the bowstring began to accelerate, each string of his hand was three arrows, and the speed of pulling the string changed from the original three strings on the opposite side of him to one string, to the current opposite three strings and his two strings.

Whoosh, swish, swish, thump, thump, bumper, swish, swish,

Xue Zha even sighed with emotion: "Give each of you an AK47, you can probably beat two brigade of little devils!"

As soon as he spoke, Li Mingyuan noticed his scope.

With two swishing sounds, six feather arrows slashed through six beautiful arcs in the air, aiming at Xue Zha's eyes, throat, two ribs, and lower abdomen respectively, and its accuracy was much stronger than the strength of Li Guangfa's imprint at the peak moment.

How could Xue Zha let him shoot himself, he didn't choose an idiom, at this time he chose poetry.

Xue Zhe lowered the baffle on his chest, and he worked hard to write under the month that was almost dissipating.

"The moon black geese fly high, and they flee in the night. ”

"I want to chase away the light horsemen, and the snow is full of bows and knives. ”

The poem is completed, the center of the paper collapses, and a whirlpool that is bigger, deeper and darker than the first time I wrote "Out of the Stopper" appears, and the massive amount of literary atmosphere between heaven and earth is swept and swallowed by it, and every word on the rice paper is infused by these literary atmospheres, and begins to become like a bow, a sword, a knife, and a spear.

The whirring wind sounded, and in the north direction, a cold wind blowing with goose feather snow blew, and inexplicably, Li Mingyuan, who was in the realm of chivalry, felt the cold, and he unconsciously tightened his clothes.

The whining of the wind became rapid and urgent, and the snowflakes became dense and heavy in the howling of the wind.

Li Mingyuan's mind began to become sluggish, and he even looked down at the bowstring with three arrows in his hand, and his eyes showed a blank look: "Who am I? What am I doing?"

And when the sound of a wild goose flying in the wind came, Li Mingyuan's heart was like a drum being beaten, and in the rapid and powerful beating of the bang, he felt that he had become a soldier, a veteran of a hundred battles who followed the general's plan to chase the enemy on light horse.

"......No? Am I not there?"

As soon as he was born, he was attracted by the neighing of the horse, and his eyes saw that in the dark night, the two troops were getting closer and closer, and the heartstrings were getting tighter and tighter, and the feeling of fighting in his brain was burning more and more like a torch.

Li Mingyuan suddenly felt that a string was broken at a certain moment, he raised the bow and arrow in his hand blankly, and three arrows fell to the ground, the bowstring that had been used for many years broke at some point, and at the same time, a sharp pain came from his chest, he subconsciously covered his chest, and his face was pale and he staggered twice and then knelt forward.

The sound of crunching, crunching footsteps on the snow came from the distance in front of him, and an armored general with a bow and arrows on his back and a scimitar walked slowly towards him.

Li Mingyuan looked up and saw this general as if he had seen a battlefield, the fierce collision of iron and blood, the surging battle spirit without fear of death, made him encourage him to stand up, and he did not dare or want to continue to kneel on the ground to survive.

At this moment, there was a whoosh sound of breaking through the air, and a feather arrow struck through the air at an oblique speed like a meteor, hitting Li Mingyuan's throat.

By this time, everything in front of him had recovered, and there was no heavy snow, and there were no two troops chasing each other in the snowy night.

He lay on his back in a pool of blood, a feathered arrow with a trembling tail stuck in his throat.

Li Mingyuan knew that he was dead, and he fell into the artistic conception of Xue Zhe's original poems and lost himself.

"This ...... Is it the power of poetry?"

There was a flash of realization in his eyes, and the next moment, he shouted words full of hatred and madness.

"Xue Zha, it's useless to kill me, Qian Duoduo, Xu Zhiyuan, they ...... Compared to the people behind them, you're a piece of trash!"

He only had time to shout out this indignant disdain, and then his throat was further torn by the arrow of the feather arrow as he spoke, and blood gushed out, and the air followed the wound into his lungs, and in just a few breaths, he died with his head tilted blue.