Lingzhou, bamboo forest.
The vast expanse of green bamboo is like ocean waves, and the spring breeze passes through it, making the sound of rustling leaves.
On a green lake exuding vigorous power of heaven, a green lotus swayed freely, and a group of mist beasts were soaking comfortably in the water.
A relaxing tune came from the green lotus, and the Mist Beast also swayed along with it.
"Little sister, give me Dilang..."
Mist Beast: "Yo yo!"
"Sent to Damendong..."
"Yo yo!"
"Just happened to catch up with that one - huh?" Qinglian's voice paused slightly, and suddenly floated in front of a Mist Beast, and its body transformed into the appearance of Lang Feixian.
Lang Feixian looked at the fog beast and pointed it suddenly. A sword light shot out from his fingertips and hit the forehead of the fog beast. The hit fog beast instantly turned into a "bang". A piece of paper slowly floated on the lake.
"Seventh Junior Brother!" Lang Feixian frowned and looked towards the bamboo forest on the shore. At this time, a figure slowly walked out of the bamboo forest. He had a childlike face and held a bamboo stick. He smiled and said: "Hahaha, I was still discovered by senior brother. ”
Lang Feixian rose from the lake and landed on the shore. He looked at the seventh junior brother with white hair and childish face, and sighed: "Didn't you leave a message saying that you had something to deal with? In fact, you were hiding and observing me, right?"
"Seven days!" Seventh Junior Brother smiled, "According to my observation, there is a 98% chance that you are the real Senior Brother."
Lang Feixian sighed helplessly: "Seventh Junior Brother, you should be more bold in life."
The seventh junior brother shook his head: "Teacher is not here, so it is better to be safe."
Lang Feixian nodded: "From what I understand, you are also an incarnation of a paper man!" As he said that, he waved his hand and a sword light flew out, piercing the chest of the old man with gray hair and childlike face, and the old man turned into A piece of paper with a broken chest fell down.
At this time, another Wuli beast stood up among the group of Wuli beasts by the lake: "Hahahaha, senior brother, knowing me so well, your identity is 99% credible."
Lang Feixian rolled his eyes at the Wuli beast and snapped his fingers. In an instant, the originally calm lake water condensed countless water swords and shot them at all the Wuli beasts. For a while, the sound of "bang bang bang" could not be heard. The fog beasts in the lake are all paper men.
Lang Feixian raised his head and looked at the sky: "Junior Seventh Brother, you bullied the senior brother and you fell down the rank!" After saying that, he lightly stamped his foot, and his whole body turned into a sword light and shot into the sky.
A strange thing happened. When Lang Feixian flew to a certain height, the sky seemed to be arched by a layer of paper, and then with a "pop" sound, it was pierced by Lang Feixian. In an instant, the world turned upside down, and the day turned over. At night, Lang Feixian's vision changed, and he appeared in a bamboo house, holding the jade slip on which his seventh junior brother left a message. But there was a person kneeling in front of him.
"Elder brother, I was wrong!" The kneeling young man shouted without hesitation.
Lang Feixian glanced at the young man and said, "Is the magic array hidden in the jade slips?"
The young man stood up with a smile and said: "This is my newly researched method of planting poison from the soul. It is the most reliable. What do you think, senior brother?"
"Do you believe that I am the real senior brother now?"
"If you start killing as soon as you find a problem, it must be the senior brother." Lao Qi said with a smile.
Lang Feixian looked at the other party: "I won't ask where your true identity is."
Lao Qi smiled slightly. His true body was the last guarantee of the bamboo forest. Only people in the real bamboo forest would say this. Only then could he truly feel relieved.
"Third Junior Brother sent a message saying that Junior Brother has entered the Southern Wilderness." Lao Qi sat opposite Lang Feixian and said, "The teacher arranged for me to cover up Junior Brother's identity and create traces that Junior Brother is still in the human race."
"This is my plan!"
As he spoke, Zhulin Laoqi arranged a row of jade slips on the table.
"This is plan one. Junior brother gets tired of staying in the bamboo forest, and then goes west from Lingzhou, enters Shanghanzhou, and becomes enemies with a Buddhist arhat named Qipua. He is chased by Qipua and flees into Xiahanzhou. . Then Senior Brother, you personally go out and take him back to the bamboo forest."
"This is plan two. The junior brother will set off from Lingzhou and go around Yuzhou and Jingzhou. I arranged for three women to stage a love-hate drama with the junior brother about a hero saving a beauty and a family member."
"This is plan three. Junior brother hides his cultivation and identity and wanders around the world, but he is involved in a robbery of official banknotes..."
The old man in Zhulin was eloquent and eloquent. He spoke out more than a dozen plans in one breath. Each plan included the number of ways Chen Luo could appear, disappear, and reappear in the human race.
"Which one does Senior Brother think is suitable?"
Lang Feixian pretended to think for a moment and said casually: "The seventh plan."
"Elder brother has a vision." Lao Qi nodded: "In that plan, the junior brother and the senior brother had a big fight, ran away in anger, went south from Lingzhou, ran around the entire Daxuan, and were finally killed by the senior brother. When you are captured and brought back, you will be protected by experts secretly arranged by the teacher, and there will be several waves of assassins who will assassinate my junior brother."
"This set of plans has a total of 466 changes, and each change has three responses. They are the normal response, the backup response after the normal response fails, and the backup response after the backup response fails."
"I dare not say it is foolproof. Ninety-eight percent of it will not go wrong."
Lang Feixian felt his head was a little buzzing and nodded: "Well, I'll rest assured if I leave it to you."
"By the way." Lang Feixian took out a stack of manuscripts from his storage bag, "These are the last few chapters of "The Legend of the Eight Immortals" written by my junior brother before he left for the Southern Wilderness. In the future, some of his articles will be published through Lao San If you pass it back, you can send it out in the name of my junior brother."
The seventh child in Zhulin nodded: "This is safer. These manuscripts will be sent out from Zhulin first, and after half a month, arrangements will be made for the 'little junior brother' to leave in anger..."
Lang Feixian nodded and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Let's see if we can catch a few fish!"
Lang Feixian and Zhulin Laoqi looked at each other, and both of them laughed gloomily.
…
"Sir, here comes the fish..."
The waiter brought a foot-long plate of braised fish and placed it in front of Yujia.
The barbarians have many beasts and few fish. Although there are a few lakes, the fish and shrimps in them are considered barbaric beasts. How can the fish and shrimps in the rivers of the human race be delicious? Along the way, in addition to all kinds of sweets, Yujia’s favorite was the fresh food from rivers and lakes.
Yujia followed Chen Luo's footsteps all the way, but eventually lost him in Qingzhou.
"Where did Chen Luo go?" Yujia took a bite of fish and put it in his mouth, "If he really went to the bamboo forest, I can only wait outside."
"Sigh... I should have known better not to stay in Dongcang City for so long. What this Chen Luo does can always hold people back, it's really annoying!"
Yujia took another mouthful of fish bitterly.
…
At the same time, Nanhuang, Jingze Lake, and Fangcun Mountain.
Shi Man'er, She Xiangxiang and Bai Qingqing came back from a trip to the mountains and looked at the article handed to them by Chen Luo, their expressions were stunned.
"Did you write this?" Shi Man'er didn't read the content. He just looked at the dense text and was shocked.
It is one thing to be able to write poems and songs, but it is another thing to be able to write elegant articles.
Poems, lyrics, and songs only need to be literary and elegant, but articles must touch on truth. This is why although there are many demon clans and demon Confucians, there are very few who can truly achieve great Confucian cultivation.
For example, Shi Man'er, although he also cultivates Confucianism, he will eventually focus on the demon cultivation of his own bloodline.
"Well, let me see if this article has any impact on you." Chen Luo said with a smile.
"It must have had an impact." She Xiangxiang was the first to raise her hand and said, "What Bai Lang wrote is sweet."
Chen Luo reached out and tapped She Xiangxiang's forehead: "Stop making trouble, look!"
She Xiangxiang stuck out her tongue, lowered her head to read a few lines, and suddenly frowned: "Bai Lang, how do you write about a fox demon? Isn't the snake demon soft or soft?"
Bai Qingqing also raised her head and looked at Chen Luo doubtfully. Chen Luo shrugged: "The demon clan is close to the human clan, and there are many legends of fox demons in the human clan. Therefore, it is more reasonable to set the demon clan when writing about human clan affairs."
Hearing Chen Luo's explanation, the three demons also nodded slightly. This is also true, but She Xiangxiang pouted: "Bai Lang must write about snake demons next time."
A flash of inspiration flashed in Chen Luo's mind, and he nodded: "I must write it, and it must be a long one."
Hearing Chen Luo's answer, She Xiangxiang, who had always been dissolute in front of Chen Luo, suddenly blushed and said softly: "I am content with my husband's words."
After saying that, She Xiangxiang lowered her head and looked up.
At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun shone down and fell on the couplet written by Chen Luo in front of the door: Eight hundred miles of flat lake reflects the setting sun, and three thousand articles read the universe.
After a while, Shi Man'er, who was the first to finish reading, raised his head, looked at Chen Luo, frowned slightly, and confirmed again: "Brother Bai, is this article really written by you?"
Chen Luo nodded naturally and asked, "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong?"
Shi Man'er gave a bitter smile: "It's wrong, of course it's very wrong! Look!"
As he spoke, Shi Man'er stretched out his hand, and a wisp of translucent blue gas floated out from Shi Man'er's fingertips. Shi Man'er said, "Why do I have such a kind of gas in my body after reading your article?"
After Shi Man'er finished speaking, Bai Qingqing, the second person reading Wan, also raised her head. She stretched out her hand, and a wisp of blue gas that was a circle thicker than Shi Man'er also formed in her palm.
She Xiangxiang followed, and the same was true, but her blue aura was thinner than Shi Man'er's.
"Does this blue energy have any effect?" Chen Luo asked quickly.
