In the cabinet, the girl held the sword tightly with her slender hands. 8 Novel `Looking at Li Xianyuan's back through the gap.

The two men looked happy. They had been looking for Wu Yi all night, and came curiously after feeling the power of the sword. Unexpectedly, they found something.

One of them handed over to Li Xianyuan: "We are disciples of the Chunyang Sect, and we are ordered by our sect to capture the devil. Please tell me where the girl is!"

Li Xianyuan picked up the pen again and pointed to the east. Then he continued to write on the paper.

The two people standing on the flying sword looked at each other and handed over to Li Xianyuan: "Thank you brother, we will... take action now!"

Suddenly there was a sharp shout, and two golden lights went straight to the closet.

Li Xianyuan waved his sleeves and quickly wrote the last sentence on the rice paper!

I will show you today.

The poem is complete!

Buzz buzz——

Bursts of sword sounds suddenly resounded throughout the surrounding area of ​​the inn. The sword power that had dispersed suddenly condensed, and a small glass translucent sword condensed three inches above Li Xianyuan's head. The dispersed sword power caused ripples in the void around him.

The small sword above his head was spinning around, and with a sudden turn, the tip of the sword was pointed directly at the closet. It was automatically aimed at the people around him who were hostile to Li Xianyuan.

Buzz——

The small glazed sword, as thin as a cicada's wings, trembled, the sword roared like a dragon's roar, and it stabbed out instantly, leaving a trail in the air.

Bang!

Sawdust flew away, and a black shadow jumped out from the closet, rolling on the spot to avoid two flying swords that passed through. Wu Yisi was messy and looked embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, the glazed sword turned and headed straight towards Wu Yi again.

Wu Yi held up her sword to resist, and time seemed to slow down for an instant. The tip of the small glazed sword touched the scabbard...

Straight through!

Wu Yiming's eyes narrowed, then he suddenly tilted his head. The small glazed sword seemed to cut through the air, wiped across his cheek, and disappeared into nothingness.

Buzz——

All swords within a hundred feet have returned to calm.

A few strands of silk fell leisurely from Wu Yi's ears.

"You!" Wu Yi stopped laughing and glared at Li Xianyuan. She almost died just a moment ago.

"Stupid woman, do you think I will be moved by compassion and let you go like in the novel?" Li Xianyuan's eyes were cold, and his indifferent expression gave people the feeling of an iceberg.

"If it weren't for my lack of strength and lack of skills in fighting with words, I would have killed you even if I was covered in blood."

The glazed sword was too slow to castrate, allowing Wu Yi to escape in the end.

"Take it!" The two Chunyang Sect disciples drew back the flying sword with sword techniques, and looked at Li Xianyuan in surprise. Not only because of his words, but also because of the method of turning poetry into swords.

"A mere mortal dares to speak big words." Wu Yifen said with a stern look on her face. The mortal who had been treating her like an ant almost hurt herself, which made her furious and her eyebrows stood up.

Li Xianyuan did not reply to her, but raised his pen and wrote in mid-air.`

"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou's frost and snow are bright. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star. Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles!"

Following Li Xianyuan's loud voice, a faint shadow suddenly took shape behind Li Xianyuan.

As the phantom appears, a sword surges into the sky!

Wu Yi took the brunt of the blow, and the powerful sword force came towards her face, almost making her breathless.

Buzz——

Not only Wu Yi's sword, but also the flying swords in the hands of the two Chunyang Sword Sect disciples shook together. The long swords sounded like dragons!

"You..." Wu Yi's eyes widened and she was no longer indifferent.

The two young men were also stunned, but they quickly calmed down. The flying sword kept shaking and was useless. The two grabbed the hilt of the sword, pointed the sword and rushed out, the sword was like a rainbow!

Wu Yi woke up with a start. He didn't see what she was doing. Suddenly, he turned into a ball of ink and appeared behind the two of them in the blink of an eye. He put his palms together and slapped them directly in the back!

It's a dense mass of black air that makes you dizzy and nauseated just by looking at it.

"Two little bastards dare to attack this girl!"

"When it's over, brush off your clothes and hide your merit and fame!"

Li Xianyuan's cold shout suddenly came from behind, and his voice seemed to turn into a sword, and every word resounded in his ears like thunder.

Wu Yi was afraid of Li Xianyuan, so she quickly closed her hands and flew out, squatting firmly in front of the window.

"Chunyang Sword Sect, don't think that having the Patriarch Lu Dongbin can chase you like a dog." Wu Yi said in a disdainful tone, looking away from the two people who rushed towards him, giving Li Xianyuan a deep look, and jumped back and disappeared.

In sight.

Jingruo Oriole's voice echoed with laughter: "As for you Li Xianyuan, I will remember you. My name is Wu Yi, remember this girl's name! I'll see you later -"

By the end, the voice was almost inaudible.

A young man stopped his companion, shook his head and said, "Stop chasing me. You and I are no match just because of what we did just now. If it weren't for this brother's help..." He looked at Li Xianyuan, with gratitude in his eyes and cupped his hands: "Thank you very much."

It is really rare for a cultivator to be so rare among mortals.

Li Xianyuan stopped writing, and the aura of awe-inspiring black ink in front of him dissipated, and a few verses turned into ink and dripped to the ground.

Then he stopped writing, and the shadow behind him gradually disappeared.

Wuhoucheng County Government Office

back hall

The magistrate, magistrate, and other Wuhou County officials were all in the back hall, sitting and looking at each other in silence.

The atmosphere in the back hall was solemn, as if they were waiting for some news.

The officials in the hall suddenly seemed to feel something, and they all looked to the west.

Ordinary people can't detect it, but scholars like them can feel the sharp sword intent that suddenly explodes. It's like countless small blades swimming around.

"That's the direction of the inn where Li Xianyuan lives!" One person couldn't help but shout.

A ninth-rank official hesitated and said: "Such a sword energy cannot be caused by Li Xianyuan..."

They are not used to being called Mr. Li Xianyuan, Mr. Li, or Mr. Li.

The chief clerk on the side shook his head: "Don't you remember that Li Xianyuan once said that he was 50% sure? Now it seems that what he said is probably true."

"But he is a scholar, how can he use a sword..."

The bookkeeper said: "Don't forget, poetry can evoke visions."

The official's face was full of surprise: "This guy... has only written another meteorological poem in the past three days!?"

"Not necessarily." The magistrate suddenly said.

"But the visionary poetry can never be made so big..." The official said mid-sentence, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his voice became stumbling: "You...you mean..."

The master looked at the sky and couldn't help but sigh: "It is true that a hero comes from a young age... But in this way, is it too sharp?"

"You can't hide it. Anyway, report it to Xinjing and let the ministers..."

"Look, the strange vision has subsided!" With a cry, an official pointed to the west and shouted, regardless of the image.

Seeing this, the officials present breathed a sigh of relief. They couldn't bear the fact that a child composed a poem about ghosts and gods.

Although the great merchants were prosperous, because they were in a stable place and the people had no worries, there were far fewer visionary poems than in other countries, and most of them were poems praising the scenery, chanting things, and thinking about emotions.

In other words, the number of meteorological poems of Dashang is not as large as that of ghosts and gods in other countries. Even after the first thousand years of the dynasty, only Taizu of Shang Dynasty wrote poems on ghosts and gods. Therefore, Dashang was ridiculed and ridiculed by scholars from neighboring countries. Poetry competitions have always been at the top of the list over the years.

Bottom of the list.

But even if the poems about ghosts and gods are not unique in the human world, the poems written by a child about ghosts and gods are really shocking.
Chapter completed!