Chen Sanlang held the sword, the tip of the sword moving, carving something on the bluestone wall. ¢£ top ¢£ dot ¢£ small ¢£ said, Xiaoyao Fudao looked at it, but it was a word, scratched his hair a little incomprehensibly, and asked: "Scholar, do you have to leave a suicide note?"

said, coughing dryly: "Although the chance of us rushing out is not high, it will not be so desperate......

Secretly slandered in my heart: But all literati are troublesome, when is it, and the inscription "Yaxing", people are dead, dust to dust, soil to earth, is nature.

As a monk, Xiaoyao's state of mind is quite clear and calm. The Buddha regards the "four major as empty", and the Taoists are not far behind. And scholars, whether they make words or meritorious contributions, in the eyes of the monks, are inevitably a little persistent.

Of course, each has its own way of living, so it's not good to say much.

The Evil Sword was made of some kind of material, it was very sharp, and Chen Sanlang didn't use much strength, his wrist twisted, and the hard bluestone wall rattled, and small stone chips fell down one after another.

"No...... right"

Chen Sanlang muttered, the sword blade stagnated, and it didn't move for a long time. A pair of eyes stared at the runes emerging from the wall, and looked at them with great fascination.

Xiaoyao hurriedly said: "Scholar, if you can't think of words, you won't write." The ban is about to be broken, so let's get ready to slip away as soon as possible. ”

Chen Sanlang turned a deaf ear and was stunned.

"It's over, I'm stunned!"

With a sigh of relief, he walked in the red dust, and he heard a lot: literati are stupid.

Reading addicts, exam addicts, flower appreciation addicts, and even tree planting addicts, all kinds of strange and incomprehensible. He has spent a lot of time with Chen Sanlang. I don't think Chen Sanlang is too stupid, it's still relatively normal. Clear thinking. It's just that the fault of some readers always exists. It can't be eliminated.

It's no wonder that after reading a book for nearly two decades, it would be strange if it didn't leave any imprint. It's just that it doesn't hurt to love dancing and writing and reciting poetry, but now it's a time of life and death, how to make it?

But then again, although the scholars are weak and unable to use force, the demeanor of many scholars is not bad at all, even in the face of death. It can also be done calmly and calmly, so it is said: Mount Tai collapsed in front of you and the color remains unchanged.

The root of this Qi cultivation kung fu may come from their naivety.

"Whew!"

Outside, the Iron Crown Daoist suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, letting out a completely inhuman call, as if he had condensed the strength of his whole body and slashed down with a sword.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the five directions Xuan Thunder Array was crumbling by the impact, and the rune brilliance that emerged became dim, like a candle in the wind. It will go off at any time.

Once extinguished, it means that the entire ban is scrapped and can no longer produce any effect.

"Not good!"

Xiaoyao's face changed, and he couldn't help but pull Chen Sanlang's sleeve: "Scholar." Wake up, ready to run for your life. ”

Chen Sanlang still ignored it, as if he had a feeling. The sword was slammed out again, and the blade of the sword swirled. Write quickly.

Xiaoyao had no choice but to hold on. Keep your eyes peeled for what it's going to write about.

However, under Chen Sanlang's sword, the strokes are intertwined, but the writing is cursive. The so-called "cursive writing" is extremely scribbled, and idlers can't see it at all.

Xiaoyao Fudao is literate, but the level can only be said to be average, and he has nine out of ten tricks for calligraphy - he doesn't know anything, how can he recognize what Chen Sanlang writes now.

He blinked his eyes and rubbed them vigorously, unable to distinguish whether the words on the wall were or the ghost drawings.

No, it's not like that, it's not a talisman style.

As a disciple of Laoshan, he has been trained to draw talismans since he was a child, and learned all kinds of talismans, not a thousand, but hundreds of kinds, and the study of talismans is not in-depth. It's just that because of the lack of cultivation, I can't draw a high-level talisman, but I know the principle of it.

Now what Chen Sanlang wrote with Jian Feng seems to have some similarities with the runes of the Five Directions Xuan Thunder Array arranged by Xiaoyao Fudao before, but it is just a few, and more places are plausible.

You must know the principle of Fu Gong, for the carrier, cinnabar, brushes, etc. have quite high requirements, the pen drawing, the line pattern is extremely strict, and the slightest deviation can not be made. Once there is a mistake, even if it is just a little more drawn and crooked, then the whole talisman may be scrapped.

Then what can be determined is that what Chen Saburo wrote on the wall is not a rune.

Chen Sanlang didn't pay attention to his thoughts, the sword blade ran very fast, he used the sword as a pen and the wall as paper, and the words written were quite large, and a wall was full of only three words. So he turned to another wall.

Xiaoyao was confused and angry, and stomped his feet: "Scholar, what are you scribbling?"

The blade of the sword is sharp, and it penetrates the wall slightly deeper, which in itself is a kind of destruction, and it will cause damage to the five-way Xuan Thunder Array that originally existed in the wall.

Although this prohibition will be broken sooner or later, it is a good thing that it can last for a while, and before the Iron Crown Daoist and the Shura Shadow are broken, they are destroyed from the inside by themselves, isn't it funny?

"Finish writing!"

Chen Sanlang let out a low snort, put away his sword and lowered his hand, panting slightly. There was a faint sweat oozing from the sideburns on his forehead, which showed that writing these words was also quite laborious.

Xiaoyao Fudao didn't care if he was tired or not, and pointed to the wall a little angrily: "What kind of work are you writing?"

He didn't see it, and when Chen Sanlang finished sketching the last stroke, a faint light disappeared into the original rune like water seeping into the sand, and disappeared in an instant.

Chen Sanlang said with a smile: "Chen Daoyuan came here for a visit!"

"What?"

The Taoist priest's eyes widened as wide as a bull's eye.

Chen Sanlang exhaled: "Play on the spot, you won't be able to think of good words for a while, so I'll use this sentence for the time being." Vulgar is a bit vulgar, better than Langlang catchy, simple and plain. ”

Hearing this, Xiaoyao Fudao almost rolled his eyes, but he was also very human, and after swallowing his saliva hard, his mentality quickly straightened out, and he waved his hand: "Don't talk nonsense, prepare to run for your life." ”

The sword of the Iron Crown Daoist just now was extremely damaging to the Five Directions Xuan Thunder Array, cracks were generated, and the prohibition would be broken at any time, and a large number of Shura Shadows were eyeing each other, waiting for the moment when the formation was broken.

The sickly face of the Iron Crown Daoist looked terrifying, his eyes were still closed, and the two streams of blood that flowed down seemed to solidify, hanging on his blue-white face, he took a step forward and raised his sword again.

In the stone house, Xiaoyao Fudao held his breath and saw it clearly, he knew in his heart that this sword came down, but he was afraid that they would have to run wildly at the end - as for whether they could fight a bloody way, not to be eroded by the possession of the Shura shadow, he could only pray for God's protection.

Swish!

The great sword roared down, slashing firmly into the stone house.

"Ahh

As soon as Xiaoyao Fudao's nerves tightened, he was about to rush out subconsciously, and suddenly heard a scream from the Iron Crown Daoist. Immediately afterwards, he threw away the sword in his hand, turned around and ran away towards the mountain.

"What happened?"

The Taoist priest was confused, and saw that those Shura shadows also retreated and left with the tide of Iron Crown Daoists, and soon disappeared.

Xiaoyao Fudao came out first, and his eyes narrowed when he was illuminated by a dazzling light, and he was overjoyed: "God bless, the sun is out!"

But in the eastern sky, a round of morning sun slowly rose, and the brilliance pierced through the clouds, and the red ground began to shine on the earth. (To be continued......)