In the past few days, in addition to reviewing the moral articles learned by his predecessor, Su Jing has been playing Tai Chi several times a day to regulate his body, and after four or five days, he also feels that his breath is long and his endurance is sufficient.

On this day, Su Jing burned incense and cleaned his hands, holding a bamboo tube wolf, on the spread out of the white rice paper, ready to write a few words, familiar with the calligraphy of the predecessor, after all, no matter how full of talent to learn, can not be written on the scroll, it is also in vain, Su Jing has the heart to end this body cause and effect through the imperial examination, and naturally has to pay attention to this matter.

Su Jing held a brush dipped in ink and wrote on the white and snowy rice paper, and a line of regular script with a rigorous style and regular rules naturally appeared under the tip of the pen.

Su Jing looked at the line of words in front of him, but frowned, the words in the predecessor cannot be regarded as ugly, but can only be regarded as decent, lacking in the beginning and turn, flexible and changeable.

As the president of the calligraphy club of the university in his previous life, this level of calligraphy is not in Su Jing's eyes, Su Jing pondered for a moment, took a long breath, and walked the dragon snake under his wrist.

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A line of strong and upright, the font of Yan muscles and willow bones appeared on the rice paper. The pen is sharp and the force penetrates the back of the paper. Sure enough, the words written like this are much more pleasing to the eye. Su Jing looked at the hard work of many years in his previous life, gathered the strengths of Yan and Liu, and had his own sharp font, and felt a sense of cordiality.

Su Jing wrote a few words in a row in order to familiarize himself with the font, after all, after the last life in the previous life, he never held a pen in his hands except for holding a knife.

Su Jing felt that his hands were gradually familiar, so he removed the pieces of paper on which he had written before, took out a new piece of rice paper, pressed the corner of the paper with an inkstone, and lifted the pen, contemplating.

Brush brush brush, flow smoothly, all in one go.

The vast land is broken with a sword, where the prosperity is singing. Leaning on the clouds and hiding the loneliness of a thousand pots, even if others laugh at me.

After Su Jing finished writing this paragraph, he only felt that his chest was straight and his heart was ethereal. What Su Jing didn't notice was that above the small words, the paper was full of smoke, and the green qi like hair emanated from between the words, and finally merged into the upright and upright qi on Su Jing's head.

The pillar of clear qi grew a little bit at a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye, even if it was only a trace, which also made Su Jing feel a burst of emptiness in his soul.

Su Jing was waiting to investigate the reason, and suddenly a feeling of palpitations like waves of heart came to his heart inexplicably, Su Jing's wrist trembled, and a drop of ink fell on the rice paper that had just been written, and it was blurred.

Su Jing looked at this scene and said strangely in his heart: "On a whim, this is a sign of a catastrophe." ”

Su Jing looked up, and the sky at dusk was obscured by dark clouds at some point, and it was depressing and gloomy.

A thunderclap sounded, and then a burst of thunder swept across the sky, and the flickering electric light shone on Su Jing's face as deep as water, and Su Jing coldly spit out a few words in his mouth.

"The mountain rain is coming. ”

Jinchengfu Chenghuang Temple

In an unnamed space, the City God's Hall is tall and majestic, solemn and deep.

In this hundred-acre space opened up with the divine power of incense, there is a huge courtyard, and behind the courtyard is a delicate garden with quiet flowers.

The flowers that do not belong to the yang world of this world stand on the dark soil, silently blooming black and mysterious flowers. In a secret room, an elegant-looking middle-aged man sat cross-legged in the pool, and countless white and fiery air currents gathered from the statues of the City God Hall into a trickling stream, connecting with an inexplicable magic circle, surging towards the bottom of the pool. It was quickly converted into a slurry in the pool, which was absorbed by the middle-aged man.

I don't know how long later, the figure that was as motionless as a loose body suddenly moved, and then a pair of majestic eyes suddenly opened, and an electric light swept through the secret room.

Xun Jing let out a long sigh, the injury of the divine body that was injured by the monk was really difficult.

Jincheng Mansion Capital City God, Xun situation in the Taizong Dynasty, Yuan Xi 23 years as the imperial court from the second grade of the military department of the Shangshu, died of illness in the great cadres to open up Nanzhou on the side affairs.

Taizong took pity on his loyalty to the king, and served the country all his life, regardless of the opposition of the Xianmen, and enshrined him as the capital of Jincheng Mansion, which has been three or four hundred years ago.

Three or four hundred years of spring flowers and autumn moons, cloudy and sunny, not only make the capital city of Huangxun see through the warmth and coldness of the world, but also read the vicissitudes of life. And after realizing the transience of ordinary life, such as a trance, a dream. It also strengthened the belief that only the immortality of the gods can be happy.

Every time he thinks of this, Xun is not only grateful for Taizong's kindness back then.

Fifteen years ago, a tall and luxurious carriage, carrying an envoy from the Underworld Dragon Court and sent by Taizong, quietly came to Pingyang County.

He led the history of the city god, and the captain went to greet him, and he thought that on the ancient wind road of Huangquan, a group of monks in black robes suddenly appeared, and their team of nearly 1,000 people was hunted and killed. Among them, there is even a black-clothed man who seems to be the leader, with the peak cultivation of Yuan Gang, holding an ink-colored soul banner, and countless officials and horses of the Chenghuang Temple were collected on the soul banner by him and wiped out casually.

If it weren't for his own City God Great Seal, he might also be left there, although he escaped with the help of the earth's divine powers, but he was still hit by it, and the god body was scattered, only the divine soul carried the City God Great Seal, fled into the City God Domain, and at this time he had to close the door, open the protective array, and sleep and cultivate.

After fifteen years of cultivation, this divine body was able to be condensed again.

Xun Jing woke up, stepped out of the jade pool filled with the power of Shinto incense, and a Confucian shirt was instantly transformed by divine power and appeared on his body.

Xun Guan walked towards the Yin Si City God Hall step by step, and he was constantly thinking in his heart, on that day, what was the force of the attacker, looking at the magic power of the soul banner to restrain the incense fire god, it seemed to be the means of the Demon Sect. However, wasn't the Demon Sect suppressed by the Seven Sects of the Immortal Gate six hundred years ago, and it was still three hundred years before the next thousand-year demon tribulation, why would this Demon Sect make a big move at this time and brazenly attack the City God Army.

The more Xun Guo thought about it, the more puzzled he became, at this time he walked into the City God Hall, waved his hand, and saw the changes in the foreground, the original City God Hall that was no different from the Yangshi City God Temple was the appearance of the public court office, Xun Qian's body shook, and the next moment he appeared on the chair behind the public case, and the spiritual power of the spiritual platform was released, and the gongs on both sides of the public case were struck.

About a quarter of an hour, under the originally empty Chenghuang official office, two columns of canonical histories and the gods of the scribes appeared, but there was confusion in the expressions of these gods.

Like the crisp and rich sound of gold and jade hitting the jade pan, the morning bell said like a drum: "Wait, don't wake up yet!"

In an instant, the gods below all showed their normal complexions one after another, and they shouted in unison accompanied by salutation.

"Little God, see the City God Venerable!"

"Excuse me. "The golden god of the five grades of the city god in the capital of Jincheng Mansion, Xun said in a deep voice.

An old man with a Confucian crown and a clear face below bowed and saluted: "

Dare to ask the gods, what happened to the Chenghuang Temple, why is it humble, and I feel that the divine power has been lost a lot. ”

There was a surge of red divine power above the head of this old god, but it was clear that the red divine power was gradually transformed into pale red divine power.

The red divine power is the standard of the divine power of a county city god, and if this old man is not the master of the capital city god, he will not have this level of divine power in any case.

The rest of the gods asked the old man to listen to this, and they were all busy looking at themselves with their divine powers, and they all found that their own divine power had declined, and even some small white gods with shallow backgrounds felt that on the spiritual platform, the talisman had a sign of instability.

Ducheng Huangxun sighed and said, "Don't panic, this is the case when foreign enemies invaded fifteen years ago. ”

Xun situation, golden divine power emerged, in front of the gods, slowly unfolded a scene like a silent movie, after the gods in the temple watched it, they were all shocked, and even had the sound of discussion.

"I said, why didn't I see Captain Chen and Xu Sima just now, they actually fell. "Many of the gods who saw this picture were in disbelief and terrified.

When the black-robed monk ingested the incense spirit, put on the soul flag, and wiped it out casually, some of the gods with white divine power were trembling with fright.

Xun Jing silently looked at the expressions of his subordinates in front of him, and did not say much, before he said such a fact, he secretly had the intention of observation, and found that except for a few older gods, most of the gods were trembling with fear, and when he was about to inquire about the master book who had spoken and asked before, he suddenly found that there was a young god with white divine power in the corner who was extremely calm, his eyes were calm, even if he saw those Demon Sect monks killing wantonly, there was not much panic.

Xun was surprised in his heart, and secretly noticed it in his heart.

Xun Jing coughed lightly, and the gods who were talking about it quieted down.

Xun Guo asked, "Who do you think is this?"

The master bookkeeper just wanted to make a list, but was stopped by Xun Jing's look. The bookkeeper hurriedly swallowed back the words between his lips.

Although the rest of the gods below were intimidated by the majesty of the gods and did not dare to whisper, they were all in shock, but none of them answered Chenghuang's inquiry at this time.

The young god hesitated a little, but finally came out and said, "Divine Venerable, the little god thinks that this matter should be done by the Demon Sect monk. ”

Before Xun could reply, a chubby middle-aged god behind the old master book scolded: "Just a little god, talking nonsense, how can this kind of supernatural power implicate a behemoth like the Demon Sect, in my opinion, most of it is the work of ghost cultivators." ”

Hearing this, the young god sneered and said, "Although Fang Mou is only a little white god, he also knows that the Demon Sect suppressed the Seven Sects of the Immortal Sect six hundred years ago, but since Fang Mou said so, he naturally has a basis. ”

When the chubby middle-aged god heard this, he was furious and said, "This little hairy god who has not been on the altar for a long time dares to insult me." ”

"Alright," a majestic voice came from a prison-like voice. But it was the capital city god Xun who was sitting on the public case and stopped him in a loud voice.

Before the middle-aged god could say more, suddenly a golden light like a sharp sword came out of Chenghuang's eyes, and all the gods present did not dare to come out, and the middle-aged god also closed his mouth.

"Fang Ming is right, nine times out of ten, this matter is related to the Demon Sect, but why the Demon Sect spent such a price to come to my Pingyang still needs to be investigated. ”

In fact, Xun Qian had some guesses, maybe it was related to the holy decree from the Netherworld Dragon Court, but it was difficult to say this to his subordinates.

Xun Guo pondered for a moment, and suddenly said, "Fang Ming, now you will select people to investigate this matter in the entire Pingyang County." ”

After Xun Jing said this, he paused for a moment, and said to Fang Ming: "This matter may still be a little dangerous, this thing will lend you to protect yourself." ”

A streamer flashed, and a jade seal engraved with dense talismans and Taoist texts appeared in Fang Ming's palm, dripping and exuding golden light.

"City God Golden Seal?" An exclamation came, and all the gods present looked eagerly at the seal in Fang Ming's hand. In particular, the chubby middle-aged god's eyes were bigger than a cow, and his face was full of envy and jealousy.

"It's not the Golden Seal of the City God, it's just a secondary seal. The old man said suddenly.

Although it is not a positive seal, but the secondary seal is also extraordinary, the city god gold seal is a positive four pairs, a seal and a mountain and river, with great power, and if you can often put it in your hand to comprehend, you can even take the opportunity to comprehend the true meaning of Shinto, and spy on the mystery of higher priesthood.

Du Cheng Huang Xun looked at his subordinates with a smile, and did not reprimand again.

Suddenly, I don't know what Xun Jing sensed, the smile on his face disappeared, his eyes were as deep as water, his divine power burst out, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only the gods in the hall looking at each other, and I don't know what happened to the gods.