Tang Qian was very tired, so tired that he didn't even bother to move his fingers, he looked at Shi Ye, who was still breathing but couldn't even move, he was still a little relieved, at least he won, but he still felt a little bad in his heart, this was a very objective feeling, he knew that he should actually be happy, after all, he won the battle, but there were at least two difficult people.

There is also a Yan Zhutou and a Liu Taishou to deal with, and Tang Qian no longer has the idea of being able to directly solve the problem of Chenghuang painting and detention through negotiations.

He even felt that if he found out about the situation here, he would definitely not give the enemy any time to breathe, and he was breathing heavily now because he felt as if something was wrong with L.A.

Luocheng, Yunzhou, prosperous since ancient times, although it is no longer the most famous peony blooming season in Los Angeles, but the literary style of Luocheng is prosperous, and there is never only a kind of peony flower that can be written, at this time in summer, Luocheng is very hot, most of the literati in Luocheng gather in three or five, drink tea in the teahouse, talk about it, and what they talk about is also the major event in Yunzhou.

They don't seem to be surprised, Yunzhou is Yunzhou, and Yunzhou has Yunzhou City, Luocheng, Yangcheng and other places, but it is not a country, and there is not even an emperor.

Meng Xingyu is the most famous talent in the whole Los Angeles in the past three years, the poems he recited are sought after by the entire Los Angeles, whether it is a literati or a pawn of a peddler, they are used to reading two of his poems, but it is not that this person writes well, but he is very popular, so his poems are also very popular, according to the older generation, Meng Xingyu's poems, at most, are in Los Angeles for so many years, but they are better than the people.

As long as more people think that what he says is good, then he is good.

More than half of the Los Angeles restaurants are hung with Meng Xingyu's handwritten ink treasures, and the first one to get this ink treasure is the Zuixian Building, and the boss of the Drunken Immortal Building has a good business after boasting, and the rest of the restaurants have followed suit, and then this kind of ink treasure has increased, but it does not make people feel that Meng Xingyu's poems are cheaper, but it shows that it is right to buy Meng Xingyu's poems, because there are many people who buy them.

Sometimes strange things like this happen.

Meng Xingyu also worried about this matter for a long time, after all, he has to help others write every day, and some people who come to buy their own words have to write them before, such a request is actually easy to say, I am afraid that I will pay a lot of money to let me write some new poems, and at this time Meng Xingyu will feel a headache.

Meng Xingyu's life seems to have always been the best.

Meng Xingyu looks polite, white-faced, very tall, but it will not look very robust, more of a slender elegance, he is wearing the best clothes of the Shenzhen Garment Pavilion, the top fabric and the Shenzhen Mrs. Xue hand-knitted, he drank the best tea in the Zuixian Building, and the incense burner next to him was the best incense in the whole Los Angeles, and there were a lot of antiques next to him, which were also purchased by Meng Xingyu himself, and even the seats he made were the most suitable for watching Los Angeles in the three-story Zuixian Building, I heard that several classic poems describing Luocheng were all written down by the poet when he walked up to the Zuixian Building。

These naturally cost money, so Meng Xingyu also needs money.

Meng Xingyu has at least four hours a day to write these poems, and four hours to think about those poems with special requirements, continuing to count the time he drinks and tea with people, which makes Meng Xingyu have very little time to sleep in a day. Some are persuaded to learn for their children, some are newly married, and some have heard that they will be placed at home as ancestral training, as an heirloom, Meng Xingyu himself actually has a headache, why do they like themselves so much?

People also have headaches because they are too famous, and Meng Xingyu's headache is like this.

So when he heard some strange noise, he always thought that he had written a lot, he should get up and walk, at least move his body, and his wrists were a little stiff, and he seemed to have forgotten the self who was famous for his steadiness and studiousness when he became famous at a young age.

So when he heard a loud bang that shook the whole of Los Angeles, he didn't even hesitate, he stood up, and even stretched his body comfortably, stretching his waist, because although the amount of things to be written today is still about the same, there is a rich merchant who gives three times the price of others, which is a very pleasant thing.

And it's also a pleasure to be able to see what's going on outside.

Then Meng Xingyu saw a large number of houses on the outskirts of the city collapse.

This is a very shocking thing, but even more shocking things are yet to come.

A striding figure made the entire Drunken Immortal Building tremble, this person was so tall, even taller than some low-rise houses, which showed that this person was at least close to a foot tall.

This person Meng Xingyu still knows, at least has seen it.

This is the head catcher in the Los Angeles Yamen who seems to never care about things, and always likes to be vassal-style? Why is he so tall? When did he grow taller again?

Yan Zhutou's speed was amazing, his footsteps stomped on the ground heavily, and even the whole person flew up, he actually jumped over three houses in one breath, and then rushed through the entrance of the vegetable market, and he could see that his direction was the side that had just collapsed.

The head catcher must be there to save people, Meng Xingyu has never felt that he is so poetic as today, and he wants to write a few poems praising such heroic people.

Then Yan Zhutou disappeared from his sight.

Disappeared out of thin air after he jumped.

"A city is too guarded like a mountain god and a river, and can even control the space in this city. Tang Qian said suddenly.

"Now doesn't seem to be the time to talk about the practice. It was still Xia Yubing who came to help Tang Qian bandage.

"Controlling the space means that he can casually get one person over, or even a few. Tang Qian spoke, looked at the gold sore medicine that had just been applied to his body, sighed, and said, "I just hope you don't get angry." ”

Xia Yubing didn't understand.

Tang Qian had already lifted her up and threw her out.

In the direction of a lifelong monk.

Sure enough, it is impossible to give yourself a chance to breathe, Tang Qian said in his heart.

An incomparably huge body appeared out of thin air, and this body actually appeared in the air more than ten zhang high, and then slammed down towards Tang Qian.

Even if Xia Yubing had been protected by a lifelong monk, he was still affected and was shocked to fly.

Then they were no longer in Xia Yubing's old house.

Lifelong monks, Xia Yubing and Zhou Sheng seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

Tang Qian was beaten and flew up, and he was facing the big copper bell-like eyes of Yan Zhutou.