Song Ciwan pointed to the scholar in front who was writing ink and said, "Brother Ye, please look at it."
What are you looking at?
Song Ciwan stopped talking. Her hand was pointing forward, and she didn't need to say anything else.
Everything in the world has different meanings in the eyes of different people.
For example, in the moonlight, the poet raised his head and said that he saw longing and the distance; the businessman raised his head and said that he saw copper coins and ingots; the beggar raised his head and said that it was a good night and he could go to the good man's house in the east of the city to ask for half a mooncake...
What can Ye Sheng see?
Ye Sheng looked forward and saw the scholar chanting: "Xuanxuan Gray-horned Eagle, murderous in Gaoqiu!"
Golden words flew out one by one, turning into eagles with gray feathers on their heads and outstretched iron wings.
Boundless murderous aura flew out from those outstretched wings, and the only thing that could be heard was the cry of the eagle - chirp! Phew!
Then, those long-tailed monsters that were running around all over the place curled up, covered their heads, rolled on the ground in pain and screamed: "Ah! Woo... Xiwu! Xiwu!"
Ye Sheng was suddenly startled. He turned to look at Song Ciwan and asked in surprise: "Brother Lu, did you hear the voices of those demons just now?"
Song Ciwan was also frightened. She frowned slightly and said, "It's the sound that those wooden figures in Huanming City often make."
The wooden figures scattered in the underworld city seem strange but not strange. They often have a posture of looking into the distance. Although their wooden bodies are not as agile as living people, they always have an indescribable grace and lightness.
If you get close to them, some chaotic murmurs can fill your entire eardrum. Among these murmurs, the most impressive and most repeated syllable is undoubtedly "西武".
What does the so-called "Xiwu" mean?
Is it an ancient text or some kind of signal for help?
Or is it just the painful whine of wooden people? Meaningless repetition?
In fact, Song Ciwan had never had less imagination about this, but because he knew too little, in the end, all kinds of imagination could only be imagination.
Ye Sheng sighed: "Huan Ming City, is this an invasion of the human world?"
As soon as he sighed, he saw the pen tip of the scholar who was splashing ink, and the goshawks flying in the air suddenly flapped their wings and cut through the night sky.
In the blink of an eye, their wings stretched out, and they penetrated those long-tailed monsters writhing in pain like sharp blades, hehe!
Only the sound of sharp blades breaking flesh was heard. The long-tailed monsters fell to the ground, and they were all killed.
The sound of "Xi Wu" all stopped, and the scholar standing in the ruins laughed loudly and said: "You are a little demon, nothing more than that. You dare to kill people in Pinglan City. Today is just a niche passing by, so you can't help but do more." It took a while to kill you all."
"If any of the experts in the city were here, wouldn't it be a snap to kill you all?"
After his words fell, Ye Sheng's expression was a little stunned.
He was chewing on what the scholar had just said: If any of the masters in the city were here, wouldn't it be just a snap of a finger to destroy you?
After chewing for a while, Ye Sheng smiled and said: "After all, I am still not open-minded enough. Brother Lu, you are right. There are countless masters in the world, but I... take myself too seriously, haha. "
He smiled, but Song Ciwan standing aside fell into another strange situation that was both ridiculous and ridiculous.
Because she heard the scholar just now continue to say: "Brother Wang Yi, come out quickly and follow me to clean the battlefield."
Wang also appeared.
Every time this person appears, he is bound to be accompanied by all kinds of unexpected and strange situations. He is like a strange-faced clown who is ugly and unaware of himself, striving to provide absurd jokes to all those who know about it.
Every time people see him, they can't help but feel a sense of moral and emotional superiority.
But what's even more interesting is that Wang Yi, who is so absurd and funny, always manages to stand taller and live better every time.
Just like this time, Wang Yi emerged from the ruins on the side.
He held a weak and pitiful little kitten in his arms. He held the kitten in one hand and carefully protected its cute little head with the other hand. He rushed to the scholar who had just splashed ink and called out seriously: "Zhou Brother Bo, luckily you have lived up to your fate, and you, the raccoon slave, have taken good care of me."
With that said, he picked up the little kitten in his arms and carefully brought it to the scholar named Zhou Bo.
Ye Sheng said: "Zhou Bo, it turns out that this is Duke Jieyuan Zhou Bo who ranked first in this autumn's provincial examination! Didn't he travel in Jingzhou Prefecture? When did he return to Cangling!"
Jie Yuangong Zhou Bo!
To be honest, Song Ciwan had never heard of this person's name before.
Although she has been in Pinglan City for some time, Pinglan is too big, Cangling is even bigger, and Jingzhou is even bigger. Among them, there are countless bright characters and dazzling names.
Even with Xie Yunxiang, a native who often explained various news to her, Song Ciwan's understanding of Pinglan City in Cangling County was still very limited.
But Song Ciwan could always understand the three words "Jie Yuangong".
I really didn't expect that the last time I just heard that Wang Yi entered the official school and made many friends who were classmates in the official school. But this time, Wang Yi actually even made friends with Xie Yuangong Zhou Bo. It seems that the relationship between these two people is not bad!
Wang Yi is really a magical person. Song Ciwan doesn't know how to evaluate him.
Zhou Bo took the little milk cat from Wang Yi's hand and could see that it was not a great monster or spiritual beast, but was clearly just a weak ordinary kitten.
But Zhou Bo's attitude towards the cat was very gentle and careful. He held the cat in his arms, with an expression of intoxication and distress that only a cat slave could understand on his face. He stretched out his brush and pointed it at the cat. Xuxu wrote one word: Heal.
The word "heal" flashing with a subtle white light flew into the cat's young body. The originally weak kitten suddenly raised its head and called Zhou Bo in a sweet voice: "Meow!"
Zhou Bo quickly responded: "Hey!"
The cat nuzzled his palm obediently again, and Zhou Bo laughed loudly: "Very good, my raccoon slave is ready!"
As soon as his palm moved, the brush disappeared from his palm. He hugged the cat with one hand and stroked the cat's back with the other hand. He said gratefully to Wang Yi: "Brother Wang, if you help Zhou today, Zhou will be richly rewarded tomorrow."
Wang Yi said quickly: "Brother Zhou, you are so polite. If Brother Zhou hadn't arrived in time today, I would have died here long ago. Brother Zhou is my savior, and he was just here to slay demons... I am here." How dare you take credit for your meager strength?"
Zhou Bo glanced around and stroked the cat with one hand until his eyes narrowed in comfort.
He asked casually: "Brother Wang, do you think this is the original Yaofangyuan? After Princess Chunshui destroyed this place, it disappeared immediately?"
