Chapter Seventy-Three

The ink has been polished, the ink fragrance is strong, Li Bai solemnly put the brush stained with fragrant ink in Zhu Chenhuan's hand, and then he took a deep breath, his whole body was full of vitality, and the whole person stood up cross-legged and hung in the air. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Qingguang Sword fell in front of his lap, the scabbard vibrate, and the sound of the sword hummed, as if he knew that he was about to be born, and even Zhu Chenhuan felt the cheers and excitement of the Qingguang Sword.

Zhu Chenhuan looked at Li Bai, whose eyes were closed tightly, his clothes were fluttering, like a sword fairy, pondered for a moment, concentrated, and suddenly put pen to paper, the pen was strong, like a dragon flying, after a few breaths, the name of the poem jumped on the paper - chivalrous travel!

"At this time, it is called "Chivalrous Travel", and it will be given to Li Bai to open the sword!"

Zhu Chenhuan finished speaking, and the pen walked the dragon and snake, and before he finished writing a sentence, he had a different direction. The paper is made of white gold, the golden light is shining, dazzling, and the tables and chairs in the room tremble slightly, as if to worship the saint.

While writing, Zhu Chenhuan also read at the same time: "Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming." The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star. ”

A swordsman with a transparent silver saddle and riding a white horse suddenly rose from the paper, his sword unsheathed and pointed at the sky.

Zhu Chenhuan turned a blind eye to this anomaly, continued to put down his pen, and said in a deep voice: "Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles." Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name. ”

At this moment, the swordsman riding the white horse suddenly jumped out of the paper, the sword pointed directly at Li Bai, and sprinted away, the sound of the sword was like a dragon's roar, and it sounded for nine days!

At this moment, Li Bai's eyes suddenly opened, he patted the scabbard, there was a sword in his eyes, facing the transparent swordsman with a stab, Li Bai did not dodge or dodge, let the swordsman pierce the heart, and then merged with the swordsman and became one.

The vitality in Zhu Chenhuan's body flowed uncontrollably, he snorted lightly, suppressed the vitality surging like a river, and continued to write: "Idle over the Xinling drink, take off the sword and knees forward." will scorch Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Huan. Three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light. After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit is born. ”

The scabbard detached from the knee, rose and was the same height as Li Bai's sight, and suddenly a crackle sounded, and the Vermilion Bird Phantom came to the world, spitting out real fire, burning the scabbard for seven inches, and then the fire soared into the sky, the face was burning and the eyes were hot, and the reflection of the five mountains in the flames appeared, which was simple and magnificent.

Li Bai suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the scabbard, he was not afraid of the flames, there was no sadness or joy in his eyes, only high-spirited sword intent and sky-high sword light.

Zhu Chenhuan glanced at Li Bai, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and his pen and ink kept going, the faster he was: "Save Zhao and wave the golden mallet, Handan will be shocked first." Two strong men in Qianqiu, Xuanhe Liang City. ”

The sword was shining in all directions, the surrounding tables and chairs were in chaos and the sword turned into powder, and blood flowed out of Li Bai's hand holding the hilt of the sword, and drops of blood flowed along the hilt of the sword into the blue light sword, the sword was more victorious, and the sword intent was stronger.

His eyes were filled with joy at this moment, and he glanced at Zhu Chenhuan, Zhu Chenhuan nodded, took a deep breath again, and the vitality of his whole body formed a canopy, which was hard to resist the chaotic sword qi of the Qingguang Sword.

Finally, the pen is lowered, the voice is sharply raised, the pen is full of flowers, the sun and the moon seem to be reversed at this moment, the rising sun and the bright moon are together, and the dark night sky actually appears for a moment of daylight rotation!

"The bones of the dead man are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world. Who can write Your Excellency, the white head is too mystical. ”

After putting down the pen, the words weigh a thousand gold, the table can't bear it, at the moment when Zhu Chenhuan lifted the paper, it collapsed suddenly, looking at a page of handwriting flashing with golden light, Zhu Chenhuan just nodded narcissistically, and felt that the sword was broken, and the sword qi was bullying and fast, Zhu Chenhuan shouted and swooped, seeing that Li Bai was going to pull out the Qingguang sword, he hurriedly said You wait for me, but it was too late, the moment the words fell, the Qingguang sword was unsheathed, and the sword was shocked for nine days, Zhu Chenhuan didn't even see the appearance of the Qingguang sword, and was "sent out" by the sword qi slammed into the arms of a warm nephrite.

When he saw who he was hitting, he couldn't help but rub his soft chest with his face, and said: "Woe and fortune are relied on, and I'm not afraid of being kicked out, let's not eat Hongluan's tofu?"

Hongluan snorted, her pretty face turned crimson, but she didn't dodge or dodge, letting Zhu Chenhuan lean on her soft arms.

At the same time, the Tang Sacred Realm.

The drums of heaven and earth beat one hundred and eight at the same time!

When the first thirty-six sounds, the demi-saint was shocked. Seventy-two sounds, the Tang Emperor announced that three months later, the Tang Sacred Realm would open the gate of the Holy Realm, and the Confucian Temple would accept twelve disciples. At the time of the one hundred and eighth sound, the two saints of the human race, Confucius and Meng Sheng, came out of the 999th floor of the Confucian Temple and broke through the air, and no one knew why they went.

Confucius Temple Academy.

Behind him is a young man dressed in a purple robe, holding a purple and yellow feather fan, and his eyes are bright, the man saw the head of the courtyard looking up at the sky, and also raised his head to look, but saw that the stars at night were unknown, as if covered by dark clouds, he couldn't help but bow down and say: "The head of the courtyard, why are the gongs and drums sounding this day?"

The head of the courtyard retracted his gaze, touched his white beard, looked at this man with an unparalleled status in the Tang Dynasty, and said, "Sing for the prosperity of my human race." ”

"Students don't understand. The young man told the truth.

The head of the courtyard smiled with a smile, "If you don't understand, you don't understand, there is still time, and when you should understand, even if you don't want to understand, you must understand." ”

The young man thought about it, and no longer dwelled on this matter, and said, "Brother Li is here, and I don't know what happened?" ”

The head of the courtyard heard what the man said, nodded with a smile and said: "Li Bai is a person with great luck, this trip is gone, the carp will turn into a dragon, and the sword immortal will return to its place." ”

"Oh, that sword poem is so good?"

"If you know that the gongs and drums of heaven and earth will sound because of this, you know how powerful Li Bai's sword poem is?"

At this moment, even the man who had been calm and indifferent was a little surprised, his eyes shone brightly, and his expression was shining: "In this way, isn't my Datang a higher level of strength?"

Seeing that the people of the human race were concerned about each other, not jealous, not greedy, and the head of the courtyard was in a good mood, he looked at the young man deeply and said with a smile: "Don't envy Li Bai, if you come out of the Tang Dynasty in a few days, your luck may not be much lower than Li Bai." ”

The young man clenched his powerful fist, looking at the map of the rivers and mountains depicted on the feather fan, there was a dragon shadow in his eyes, he closed the feather fan, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Originally, my father asked me to go out of the Tang Dynasty, I was not satisfied, the student was not proficient, and I was afraid of losing the face of the Tang Dynasty when I went out." But Brother Li's opportunity is first, and the head of the academy advises him later, this Buddha realm, the students really want to go. Especially the man who can make the gongs and drums sound a hundred and eight times without stopping, and the students want to see him early to see what kind of three-headed and six-armed guy he is. ”

The head of the courtyard smiled, no longer spoke, he looked up again in the direction of the two saints of Confucius and Mencius who broke through the sky, his hands behind his back, standing tall like a mountain. And the man behind him was also holding a feather fan, looking up at the sky, with respect and a trace of longing in his eyes.

Men should be holy, holy, holy!