Katsa——

In the middle of the lake, Yu Zi, who was furious, seemed to hear a soft sound like glass breaking. When she listened carefully, it sounded like the buzzing of a bow string stretched to its limit and then released. The things in front of her swayed and quickly moved away from her, including them.

The voice was so far away that it seemed to come from the distant sky. Yu Zi felt dizzy, her face turned pale, and she subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to find an object to keep her center of gravity.

【Weiheng?】

【Weiheng!】

[Why don’t you come over here, you damn girl who’s losing money?]

The sharp, noisy sound penetrated the eardrums like needles.

Yu Zi suddenly opened her eyes, and a face that she had not thought of for many years appeared in front of her eyes. This old woman had a kind face, with gentle eyebrows and no edges, her eyes were round, and her lips had a hint of natural relatives.

Smiling slightly. Standing there in coarse linen clothes, holding a bamboo basket, at first glance he looked like the elderly Cihe ancestor of an ordinary family...

There was a man beside the old woman.

The man's facial features are straight, full of heaven, and he has a natural honest and honest appearance. The old couple stood side by side. Who could look at this old couple and not say that they are just and kind parents? They must live their lives well and die in peace.

kind!

Yu Zi couldn't help but tremble all over after seeing it!

He screamed in his heart and drew his sword to kill these old beasts.

But her hands and feet were out of control, and she allowed the old woman's fingers to poke her forehead, then hit her again and again, leaving hot red marks. The old woman's mouth was also sarcastic: "You didn't take off your pants and squat."

Come down and take a pee and see what you are! Do you want to make me angry to death if you pay for the harm to the family? If I say marriage to you, are you brave enough to run away?】

After saying that, he grabbed Yu Zi's left hand.

Her husband calmly grabbed Yu Zi's right hand.

The two prepared to drag her away like a New Year pig.

The hatred in Yu Zi's heart soared to the extreme, and her mind was filled with "eliminating all obstacles at all costs". Suddenly, she had a premonition that she could move. Just as she was about to draw her sword, she felt an opposite force on her shoulder. Someone pressed her shoulder and pushed her back.

Drag in direction.

Judging from the strength of the two, they are not the same person.

Yu Zi turned her head and saw two faces.

One picture was very clear, it was her great-uncle in a scribe's gown; the other picture was very imitative, but judging from the starched white but very clean women's dress, the other person was a woman. Yu Zi couldn't see the woman's face clearly.

But I intuitively feel that the other person should be very gentle and beautiful.

Yu Zi opened her mouth.

A title he hadn't heard of for many years stuck in his throat.

The woman chuckled and said: [Weiheng.]

Uncle said: [When encountering evildoers, behead them.]

Yu Zi turned her head and glanced in the direction of the old couple. The two of them had merged into one body at some point, and their two ferocious heads kept shouting words of death. Their arms and legs were stretched very long, and they wanted to drag her away with their teeth and claws.

Zi pressed the hilt of the sword.

With a cold face, he quickly drew his sword out of its sheath.

The monster sneered sneerly, and its voice was full of malice. It looked like a man but not a man, a woman but not a woman. Like a lingering ghost, it stretched its neck very long, provoking in her ears from left to right: "Parricide?"

These two are your blood relatives. The unscrupulous descendants killed their blood relatives for a moment of grudge. If this incident spreads all over the world, how can you, Yu Weiheng, have a place to stand?]

Yu Zi's knuckles turned white and blue due to exertion.

The other party continued to confuse her: "You are not as good as Lin Lingde, and you are inferior in every way! She is a noble daughter of a well-known family, adhering to the family motto, and comes from a famous family. What about you? Your biological mother was betrayed by others, and she was dismembered by her own hands.

Son, you have been a mother in vain! You have been reduced to a beggar for several years. If it were not for this opportunity, where would you be now? Starved to death, frozen to death, or sent to work as a prostitute? This ending should be your original life! Now

Do you deserve this? Anything that doesn’t belong to you will be lost sooner or later...]

[In terms of talent, she is in the second grade, upper middle grade. What about you? 】

[In terms of inheritance, she studied under Chu Wuhui, one of the three outstanding figures. Chu Yao took you for a while out of intercession. Your uncle still had an old grudge with him. In terms of reputation, Lin Feng was loved and admired by the common people.

Hucao, what achievements have you made that are worthy of praise? You are much older than her, and you gathered your literary mind later than she did. Now you don't even have a thorough understanding of the way of a scribe, tsk tsk——]

The heads of men and women whispered in her ears.

The heart-wrenching words come one after another.

Finally, the two heads spoke in unison.

【You should rot in the ground!】

【Take off your clothes!】

【There is no place for you to stand here!】

【You should stay in the mud and look up at the sky!】

Yu Zi narrowed her eyes slightly and sneered: [Are you done?]

The two heads were pressed against her face, and a sinister smile came from his mouth: [Do you think we are your grandma? No, Yu Weiheng, we are you!]

The two distorted faces turned into Yu Zi's face.

But before they could get too proud, the smiles on their faces froze, and the moment their heads flew up, Yu Zi's face was covered with black blood. Although the expression on her face could not be seen clearly, those gloomy eyes were very...

Bright: [So what?]

【No one is perfect, right?】

【The track does not care about the heart, right?】

[Why do we need to use the standards of saints to require ordinary people?]

The uncle and the woman standing behind Yu Zi disappeared at some point. Before disappearing, there was still a happy smile on the corners of the lips. Yu Zi took out the handkerchief and wiped the blood on the sword blade clean, holding it with his thumb.

Retracting the scabbard: [I don’t mind.]

Katcha!

The sound of glass breaking became clearer.

The darkness beneath my feet began to collapse.

The two heads burst into laughter like wind, and melted into a pool of water. Yu Zi stepped over it without looking at it. The scenery in front of her changed again, and the shouts of killing on the battlefield were clearly transmitted to her.

In her ears, it seemed as if it had all been her illusion before.

but--

Yu Zi knew very well that it was not an illusion.

She spent a quarter of an hour in consciousness, and reality was only a blink of an eye. In this moment, many subtle changes occurred in her body.

The depleted elixir palace is once again filled with pure literary spirit.

A subtle intuition lingered in her mind. She didn't need to study it carefully to know that it was her unique voice.

Her way of being a scribe.

As soon as your mind moves, you will know the whole picture.

Then, Yu Zi's eyeballs trembled!

The joy that had not yet appeared on the corner of her lips was replaced by bitterness, and strong helplessness rushed towards her. Yu Zi's hand holding the pillar subconsciously tightened. Sawdust fell in her palm, leaving a fingerprint that resembled a lake. Soon,

Her thoughts were brought back by the blooming blood flowers. Three soldiers with unfamiliar looks joined forces to kill a heavy shield warrior with a broken arm, and his own injuries worsened. One of them was worried that the heavy shield warrior would get up again, and chopped off his head with a knife.

The head rolled to her feet and blood spurted out.

Add another layer to the bloodstains on her skirt that have not yet dried up.

"Weiheng, why don't you go down first?"

After Lu Ji supported Tu Rong, he retreated almost to the ground. He smashed the enemy's leg bones with two hammers. He slid to his feet and hit the enemy's head with another hammer. This cleared away the enemy soldiers who had climbed up the city wall. He was just about to take a breather.

, and saw that Yu Zi’s face was not good.

Thinking about Yu Zi's situation, she must have run out of literary energy.

Yu Zi pursed her lips and said, "I don't mind."

The move was a well-written word. The enemy who couldn't stop him rushed down from the ladder. The soldiers in charge hurriedly followed. There was a little guilt in Yu Zi's eyes and he struggled: "Zhi Zong, you don't need to look here.

It’s on.”

Lu Jidao: "Can you hold on?"

Yu Zi smiled complicatedly: "I can."

As he spoke, my great-uncle's previous chats came to mind. He said that a literary scholar had a strong sense of destiny. Because what he said would come true, he had to be more careful with his words and deeds. No one knows whether the reasons for unintentionally speaking out will come true.

A fruit for the future.

Yu Zi closed her eyes hard and then opened them again.

There was no trace of hesitation left in his eyes.
To be continued...