The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 52: Free pen
The pen can be used to write and write great articles.
It can be used for painting, it is a great painting,
can also be used to write characters.
Yimaozhai is most famous for calligraphy.
The book method is the symbol.
If it weren’t for the blessings of these scholars, how could the **** guards of the Jing dynasty fight against the tide of snow monsters in the north?
People who write well in calligraphy do not mean that they are all good people.
Just like there is an old scholar with Yimaozhai in the forest.
His realm is a bit high, and his origin is a bit mysterious.
After the old scholar came to Bu Lao Lin, he used pen the most.
But now he rarely kills with a pen. He just records and analyzes the case in the cloud platform, and also introduces a few new people he likes.
Liu Shisui was taken into Bu Lao Lin by him.
But what he didn’t know was that staying in Yuntai over the years was also the recommendation of old scholars.
In the past few years, the old scholar’s pen has finally been idle.
Or it is for this reason that he actually manages his business.
“This is already the case, why kill one more.”
The old scholar looked at Xi Wangsun and said.
Xi Wangsun said: “If it were before, I might give you this face to your husband, anyway, I also like this kid, but now I can’t.”
The old scholar asks: “Why?”
“Because if it was before, it would be difficult for me to kill you, and it would take some time. It might reveal my whereabouts, but not now.”
While speaking, Xi Wangsun’s right hand slid over Chuzi’s sword, and blood dripped from the gap between his palm and the sword.
The blood-smeared Chu Zijian, the breath is still cold, and it is a little bit more evil, exuding frightening coercion.
Looking at this scene, the old scholar said with emotion: “This is Chu Zijian? It turns out that you are really descendants of the Nanhai.”
Xi Wangsun didn’t speak, and straight out the sword.
A cold and cold sword intent, leaving Chuzi’s sword body, turned into a real arc, and cut it towards the old scholar in the air.
The wrinkles on the old scholar’s face were blown deeper by the wind, and he looked extremely sad.
A black brush with radiant light flew out of his sleeve, flying at an unimaginable speed, and in a flash, he wrote a word in the air.
Liu Shisui and Xiaohe didn’t know the magic weapon of this black pen, and they couldn’t see clearly what it was.
Xi Wangsun naturally knew that this pen was the Guancheng pen among the Four Treasures of Yimaozhai Zhenzhai.
His respect or tolerance for old scholars in the past is largely due to this.
Of course, he also saw clearly that it was a Jiang character.
The iron chain runs across the river.
Jiang Hai sends the rest of his life to Jiang.
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The Guancheng pen is shining brightly, and the word Jiang is also shining brightly in the air, like a real iron chain that can stop all attacks in the world.
The sword light fell on the word, and there was no sound, nor could it cut through the opponent, gradually sinking between the strokes, and it was about to disappear.
Xi Wangsun took a step forward.
The bead curtain moved slightly, bringing out a crisp sound, and the yellow robe floated in the wind.
This step is King’s Landing.
There was a crisp sound.
The Jiang character in the air suddenly shattered.
The sword light broke through the air and fell in front of the old scholar.
The old scholar stepped back several steps, his face pale.
There was another crackling sound.
The Guancheng pen fell on the ground, Baoguang dimmed.
This does not mean that Yimaozhai’s Zhenzhai’s treasure is not as good as Nanhai’s Chuzijian.
It’s just that the realm of the old scholar is still some distance from the Xi Wangsun after all.
If it weren’t for the guardian of Guancheng pen, he should have been seriously injured by this time.
Xi Wangsun took another step forward and his momentum became more vigorous.
The old scholar didn’t mean to retreat, and looked at him quietly, with a sense of relief and relief in his eyes.
Xi Wangsun suddenly changed his expression slightly and turned his head to look at the eastern horizon.
I don’t know what he sensed, he turned around without hesitation, and instantly turned into a sword light, disappearing into the sky.
The change is abrupt, and he still doesn’t want to let Liu Shisui go, flicking his sleeves before leaving, a sword intent flew towards Liu Shisui’s chest.
Liu Shisui was so badly injured that he couldn’t avoid this sword.
Xiaohe pounced on him.
The next moment, she woke up, and she couldn’t help feeling regretful.
I don’t know if the bracelet has had too much influence on her soul in these years, or she has been thinking about it all these years. It has become a certain obsession to let Liu Shisui leave alive. She didn’t even think about it. Pounced on it.
Why are you so stupid? I should die next, right? Is this stupid?
Xiaohe laughed at himself about these things, only to find that death had not come, and he didn’t even feel the pain.
She sat up and found that she was not injured, she couldn’t help being a little dazed, and then noticed that Liu Shisui’s face was very pale and she was looking behind her.
Xiaohe followed his gaze and found the old scholar standing in front of them.
The old scholar looked calm, as if he hadn’t done anything, he didn’t know when a fan appeared in his hand.
Liu Shisui has seen this fan.
In the small mountain village, the old scholar flicked a fan and wiped out the ashes of a master of Xuan Yin sect.
But he saw clearly just now that the old scholar only had time to pull out the fan, but did nothing.
“Are you all right?”
He asked in a trembling voice.
“It’s okay.”
The old scholar said.
The voice fell, and there was a soft pop between the cliffs.
The old scholar still wore the blue gown that was washed until white.
Suddenly there was a slit in the front of the gown.
Blood gushing out.
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It’s still raining in Chaoge City, so I’m very upset.
The eaves of Taichang Temple were washed and shiny by rain.
The people under the eaves are a little upset.
No matter it is the officials of Taichang Temple or Qingtian Division, they are too busy today. People are arresting everywhere in Chaoge City, and people are dying everywhere.
And they know that they can’t rest tomorrow. In the next few days, more people will be sent to Chaoge City and sent to the Demon Suppression Prison, waiting to be interrogated by them for questioning.
Of course, most of the corpses sent to them should be corpses.
Not only killing people, but the level of suicide by the assassins of Bu Lao Lin is also quite high.
The most difficult thing to destroy Bu Lao Lin is to find their spies hidden in the court and the righteous sect.
The problem is that those assassins will commit suicide on the spot after their defeat, and there is no way to find clues.
“There is another extremely difficult thing that has been forgotten by everyone~IndoMTL.com~because no one dared to expect such an opportunity before today.”
Gong Lu looked at Jin Mingcheng and said: “That is to catch the leader behind Bu Lao Lin.”
Xi Wangsun is very mysterious.
It is said that he is the younger brother of the Xihai Sword God, and has great power in the Xihai Sword Sect. However, apart from the winners at the annual banquet of the Four Seas, few people have seen him in his true colors.
Even the victors of the Four Seas Banquet, who knows whether the Xi Wangsun they saw is true or not?
If such a character disappears in the crowd, it will be difficult to find him again.
“He should be at the sea level, and may even be higher. There are not many people who can securely defeat him in the Chaotian Continent. No matter how many people go, he may run away.”
Jin Mingcheng said: “So the key is to determine his position. Of course, at the beginning, your Majesty just wanted to bury a free pen and didn’t hold much hope.”
Gong Lu realized that the court had arranged for a long time, and exclaimed: “It’s no wonder that the picture of the country in the palace suddenly disappeared a few years ago.”