Several people present stared at each other. `

Li Xianyuan continued: "No matter how many officials there are, it's useless. I want the officers and soldiers outside the door to withdraw. I have a plan."

If it were anyone else, he would have been waiting for death after being targeted by a cultivator. Li Xianyuan was different. Even if he was just a scholar, he would still have a way to deal with Wu Yi.

His mind can hold five thousand years of poems from previous lives. Although he has almost forgotten all of them, he should always remember some of the popular classics. The vision of poetry can affect the environment. For example, Situ Yanran's vision of the upcoming weather will Shen Sheng is trapped, Li Xianyuan fights to the extreme and writes a few poems about weather, ghosts and gods, but there is nothing Wu Yi can do.

"No." The county magistrate objected flatly. He already knew Li Xianyuan's plan - and wanted to use it as bait to lure the other party into taking the bait.

"You underestimate the cultivator too much. If she really wants to kill you, she has no power to fight back. My scholar can stand shoulder to shoulder with the cultivator, but he is of no use to ghosts and demons, and he is not as useful as a martial artist."

"Don't worry, gentlemen." Li Xianyuan looked at Fang County Cheng, the indifference in his eyes seemed to make people feel calm. "What I cherish the most is my own life. I don't dare to do this if I am not completely sure."

"But..." The county magistrate was about to say something else, but was interrupted by the magistrate.

"Zhenghao, he is already the sixth-rank Guan Neihou of the current dynasty, and is no longer the boy who studied in the academy before. There must be a reason for him to do this. I will wait aside and help you at the critical moment.

If you didn't know who the magistrate was, you would have thought that he had a grudge against Li Xianyuan. In fact, compared to the county magistrate's short-tempered nature, the magistrate was more formal and rigid in his business affairs. After all, he would respectfully address Li Xianyuan as "Master Li" when he met him.

The county magistrate sighed and said nothing, as if he had aged several years. `c om

Li Xianyuan saluted Magistrate Lin: "Thank you, Lord Lin, for understanding."

"Mr. Li, you're welcome." Lin Zhixian handed over his hand. "I just don't know how you can handle it."

Li Xianyuan thought for a moment and answered: "Fifty percent."

If Wu Yi doesn't kill him immediately, it's a 100% success. If Wu Yi doesn't play tricks and assassinates him decisively, it's a failure.

When betting on life, most people's hearts would beat fast, but Li Xianyuan's face remained calm as before, as if he was not betting on his own life.

Five percent...

Several people present did not believe what Li Xianyuan said, but there was no other way.

The county magistrate turned his head and said to the master: "The officers and soldiers outside the gate should all be withdrawn to the county government office."

The master went out to deliver orders, and Li Xianyuan followed them back to the county government office. The wound was rebandaged with gold sore medicine.

It's lucky that no bones were injured, but it still requires more than ten days of worship to recover.

After changing the medicine, Li Xianyuan took the magistrate's sedan chair back to the inn. The magistrate Zeng Yantang's stay at the inn was really unseemly, so Li Xianyuan casually excused him. He thought this was good. If he changed his house, he would not see anyone all day long, and his temper would be worse. Back in the mountains.

Because of the wound, Li Xianyuan returned to the inn and spent half a stick of incense before putting on his long gown. His forehead was sweating.

The two brothers Song Shan and Song Shi continued to serve as bodyguards under Li Xianyuan's insistence and lived next door. Of course they were helpless against cultivators, but they could easily deal with ordinary people with evil intentions.

As soon as Fang closed the wardrobe, a chill surged up for no reason. Li Xianyuan's pupils shrank, he turned around suddenly, and the brush he had been holding in his hand immediately started writing in the air.

Just after writing a few strokes, Li Xianyuan suddenly stopped.

The bright moon was in the sky, illuminating the empty street outside the window into a quiet place. A window was blown open by the wind, and the cold wind blew into the room. The silk was blown messy, and it felt a little itchy when placed on the forehead.

All the trees and grass are in danger.

Li Xianyuan put down his pen and walked to the window. Looking at the bright moon, his mind recalled for no reason the carriage he saw earlier and the people flying in the sky under the moonlight.

"Cultivators..."

If it weren't for lack of qualifications, Li Xianyuan would really like to try.

Close the window, turn over and blow out the oil lamp, get into bed and get dressed and sleep.

The moonlight penetrates into the room, bringing a bit of silence.

…

The next day, Li Xianyuan woke up early. Over the past ten years, he had developed a habit. No matter when he went to bed, he would wake up when the cock crows, unshakable.

He was injured and could not go to the academy for a while. Li Xianyuan washed his face casually and went downstairs to have some breakfast.

The diners around him pointed at him, but most of them Li Xianyuan didn't care and went straight upstairs to his room after finishing his food.

Opening the window, the bright sunshine and the hustle and bustle downstairs washed away the odor in the room. Li Xianyuan returned to the table, took out some blank rice paper, held it down with a paperweight, and dipped his brush in ink to write on it.

An hour passed. Li Xianyuan did not move, and there were more than a dozen pieces of rice paper filled with text on the side.

Time passes...

"Xiao Lizi, you are quite courageous. I thought you would be so scared that you would hide in the county government office and huddle in your room without making a sound."

A voice as crisp as an oriole suddenly sounded in the room.

There is a hint of weakness hidden in it. I think Wu Yi was injured last night.

Li Xianyuan paused and continued writing without raising his head. However, his movements sped up a lot.

Wu Yi laughed playfully behind him: "Why don't you dare to speak? Or are you pretending to be calm... Don't worry, I won't kill you right away... What are you writing!"

A sword intent suddenly spread out in the room!

Li Xianyuan ignored it and continued writing.

It takes ten years to sharpen a sword;

Frost Blade has not been tried yet.

"You..." Wu Yi's expression changed, and with a choking sound, the sword came out of its sheath, piercing Li Xianyuan's back of the heart!

At this time, Li Xianyuan had finished writing the third sentence.

I will show you today;

Buzz——

The sound of sword chants filled the whole room, and the sword in Wu Yi's hand also trembled with the sound, as if in agreement. When he missed it, the sword fell from his hand and pierced into the ground.

Not only that, it has a radius of a hundred feet. Whether it is a knight walking on the street or a swordsman eating in an inn. In their hands, the long swords on the table are trembling and restless, echoing the sword chant. There is an overwhelming sword momentum!

"Let's make peace for now!" Wu Yi's eyes finally showed a trace of panic: "Although this poem is strong, it may not be able to kill me. You should think about what will happen to you if I am not in your way!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Yi seemed to notice something, and glanced out the window at the horizon, then glared at Li Xianyuan, pulled out the sword, and ran toward the closet.

Bang--

The two cabinet doors closed heavily, and Wu Yi actually hid in the cabinet.

Li Xianyuan was about to finish writing the last sentence, but at this moment, two golden lights on the horizon flashed and stopped in front of the window. They were actually two young men standing on flying swords, wearing yellow robes and crowns, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes.

Waves of exclamations and noises could be heard below the street. People downstairs raised their heads and some even knelt down and kowtowed to pray.

"This brother writes good sword poems!" One of them couldn't help but praise him.

"Thank you." Li Xianyuan put down the pen and returned the gift.

As he stopped writing, the previously agitated sword momentum gradually subsided, and all the swords within a hundred feet returned to calm.

Another person asked politely: "Brother, did you just see a girl in black robe passing by here?"

"See you."
Chapter completed!