The appearance of Li Guanyi made the entire literary meeting freeze.

Those scholars had just boasted that this young man was unparalleled in heaven and earth. However, such an honor would only be considered worthwhile if it fell on a dead person. But if this person was still alive, then the boast he and others had just made would be worth their weight in gold.

My own reputation is his wedding dress.

The old man's laughter was harsh.

Li Guanyi held the knife in his right hand and the identity tags of the killers and fugitives in his left hand. He strode towards him. Many scholars saw that his clothes were stained with blood, and his clothes on his shoulders, legs, and chest were torn. They were obviously injured.

The crossbow arrow hit him, and there was a chilling air.

The complicated emotions in the hearts of everyone in the Literary Society, the secret joy in the hearts of these scribes over Li Guanyi's death, and the superficial pity and sorrow mixed into a hypocritical and special atmosphere.

The literati are weak and extravagant.

They were all smashed into pieces.

Li Guan raised his hand and threw the wooden sign in his hand, and it fell to the ground with a clanking sound.

The expression of the seventh giant of the Mohist family became a little ugly.

He recognized the origins of these killers.

As soon as Li Guan walked in, a scholar spoke to him, and his voice was a little blocked. He said, "You, you are back, brother Li. It's really, really great." The corners of his mouth turned up, showing a warm smile, but

The palm of his hand holding the fan subconsciously tightened.

Li Guan nodded and thanked him. He raised his eyebrows. Over there, the old man was sitting on the floor in the corner. He was wearing simple clothes. He raised the ceramic bowl in his hand and asked with a big smile: "Hey! Li Guanyi, how many people have you killed?!"

Li Guanyi replied: "Seven."

Siming said: "What realm is this!"

Li Guan walked forward and said: "On top of entry."

Si Mingfu laughed: "Are you thirsty? Come, I have something to quench your thirst."

Li Guanyi didn't see anyone he was familiar with, so he strode towards him. The other scholars all stepped aside. Li Guanyi saw the calligraphy papers around him. They were written with poems and beautiful words, not warriors.

Benevolence and righteousness means that it is a pity to die young and regret the spring and autumn, so as to express one's ambitions.

He said that he also hoped to be like this young man who died young and draw his sword bravely.

Even death is as brilliant as the rays of light in the sky.

These copybook verses hang on both sides, hanging down and dancing slightly with the wind.

But it's a pity that Chen Guo's writing style is gorgeous.

This kind of subject matter is equally soft. He ran away when he was young and met many people. The rough people in the market were rarely like this. It was clearly written in his eyes that you came back alive. There was a trace in his eyes.

It's a pity, but the joy on his face is disgusting.

Li Guan raised his head with the wine and drank it. What went into his throat was not the rice wine of this world, but strong liquor. He had never drunk wine in his body. He drank it while he had the temper. It was like a ball of fire entering his throat. He saw around him

The hanging poem looked at those literati, looked at Wei Xuancheng, and said:

"I still have a poem I haven't written yet."

Wei Xuancheng handed him the pen and said: "Please."

The young man pressed the knife with one hand, raised the pen, and scanned the words. He wrote, holding the pen as if he was swinging a knife. Wei Xuancheng stood beside him, watching Li Guanyi swipe the pen like a knife, writing verses, and whispered

road:

"Ten years to sharpen a sword."

The surroundings were quiet for a while. Such simple words were different from the complicated and gorgeous ones in the Jiangnan area, but they seemed to have their own spirit in them. In other words, it was Li Guanyi who strode over after killing the seven warriors who entered the country.

There is a sharp edge.

"Frost Blade has never been tried."

"I will show you today."

Wei Xuancheng straightened his body and said softly:

"Who has any injustice?"

The giant of the Mo family raised his head and looked at the upright young man over there, with a strange color in his eyes.

After Li Guanyi finished writing the last sentence, he threw the pen on the table and opened his mouth to spit out the breath and alcohol in his heart. He felt that his heart was finally happy and hearty. He felt that the scholars around him were really boring, but he still

It's good to be a martial artist.

"I'm done."

He gave a bow and strode out, looking for the old man of the Xue family.

Both his poems and his actions were full of high spirits, which made the elderly celebrities around him sigh.

But he heard the sound of footsteps rushing, and before he said anything, a figure stood there. Xue Shuangtao stared at Li Guanyi with wide eyes. The young man had just mounted his horse to kill people and dismounted to write poems. His courage suddenly disappeared. He opened his mouth and wanted to speak.

If someone touches my bow, can I use the fifteen hundred bows...

Xue Shuangtao gritted his teeth and suddenly rushed over.

Don't avoid or give in.

Then he hit Li Guanyi's chest with his head.

Li Guanyi suddenly remembered that the eldest lady was often so embarrassed that she would lightly kick her calf.

I thought of what Xue Changqing said about the tigress.

Before he could react, he was knocked down by Xue Shuangtao. The fatigue on his body seemed to surge up, his vision was reversed, everything changed, and he fell heavily to the ground.

The swords screamed into a mass.

Xue Shuangtao gritted his teeth and spoke quickly and softly:

"Big bastard."

Li Guanyi grinned and whispered: "Miss, my bow was touched by someone, can you reimburse me for one, that is, can you arrange a more ordinary one for me..."

Xue Shuangtao was amused for some reason.

There were tears on her fair face.

Still crying but laughing.

The corners of her eyes were red, even brighter than the best rouge in the world.

………………

Today's literary meeting has come to an end. Many scholars and disciples from aristocratic families have pale faces. I don't know if they were frightened by Li Guanyi's murder, or what. Li Guanyi doesn't know who Master Wang Tong chose in the end.

It's just that the old man of the Xue family rushed back from outside the city and personally used his immense internal strength to cleanse Li Guanyi's wounds, and then used the best elixir.

Li Guanyi really wanted to give himself a discount on those elixirs.

But the old man waved his hand and said that he could give you some elixirs, but not money.

You have to earn your own money.

Only when you earn your own money and spend it can you know how to be frugal.

After taking a medicated bath at night, Li Guanyi changed his clothes, drank tea in Tingfeng Pavilion, and told the old man about today's fight. As for other things, those involving Yao Guang were hidden for the time being. Xue Daoyong listened to the danger for a long time.

Then he sighed and said:

"If you hadn't reminded me of shooting this time, the old man would have been in trouble."

"But how did you find him? He is one of the top ten killers in the world."

"There was a way to assassinate the prince and retreat."

Li Guan had been prepared early in the morning. He pointed at his eyes and said calmly and sincerely:

"It's because of the angle."

"angle?"

"Yes, Mr. Xue, you are in the sky and you are still fighting. All your attention is on your opponent, so it is difficult to notice him. When I was down there, I could see that there seemed to be sword reflections behind you.

Light, so archery reminds."

Xue Daoyong said thoughtfully, "So that's it..."

"I didn't expect that his movement skills would have such flaws."

Li Guan said: "Maybe it was Mr. Xue's aura that stirred up his movement, causing flaws in his body skills."

The old man laughed: "Don't say nice things between us."

"You've already scolded me, old bastard, and you still say this?"

Li Guan glanced at his nose, and his nose looked at his heart. He obediently did not answer. The old man poured Li Guanyi a cup of tea and said:

"Today, those literati wrote poems in memory of you. The old man was upset and went outside. When he didn't see you slapping them in the face, Wang Tong said that your poems were natural, your language was simple, and your poems were bright and clear.

It’s a famous saying in the world.”

"Their bunch of scholars thought you were dead, so they gave you money."
To be continued...