Appearance! This thought also flashed through Du Ziteng's mind.
Soon, Du Ziteng rejected this idea.
Du Ziteng was a Gongsheng student. He had worshiped in the holy temple and received the talent initiation.
In the flash of lightning, Du Ziteng knew clearly that this was not a manifestation of the saint in front of people, but a spiritual manifestation.
But being able to show up is already surprising enough.
You must know that Tong Sheng Wen Wei only has bright eyes and night vision.
When the scholar reaches a scholarly level, strange phenomena begin to appear, which are nothing more than writing a brilliant pen or talking on paper.
Being able to manifest a spirit and directly manifest a solid human form, at least a Jinshi degree!
Shock! The girl in front of me can actually appear in front of people with a lake pen!
The onlookers were also in an uproar.
"I remember," someone shouted, "the girl from the Su family came back from Shengjing and was raised in the Duke's Mansion. Is the lady from the Duke's Mansion so powerful?"
Bullshit! Du Ziteng secretly spat.
Not to mention the young lady from the Duke's Palace, even the young master from the Duke's Palace may not have the ability to appear in front of people without a title.
Moreover, Su Xiaoxiao was not a young lady from the Duke's Mansion. It had been made clear long ago that she was just a peasant girl who had carried the wrong child.
She was able to do this not because she was a young lady from the Duke's Mansion, but because she was Su Xiaoxiao.
One of the twin sisters, Su Xiaoxiao became famous at a young age and was well-known in Shengjing.
Du Ziteng looked at Su Xiaoxiao with even more eager eyes.
"What will you write next? I can't wait."
"This poem is so well written that it makes my blood boil."
"I'm watching. As soon as she writes it, I'll read it to everyone." The busybody sitting on the wall responded to everyone's expectations.
Du Ziteng had already remembered his original intention of asking Su Xiaoxiao to sign the concubinage letter, but like the spectators, he was also looking forward to the follow-up.
Anyone who is a scholar will regard it as an honor to witness the publication of such a masterpiece and cannot bear to interrupt it.
Su Xiaoxiao wrote on the rice paper with her slender but steady hands - Kill one person in ten steps.
Kill one person in ten steps?
When Du Ziteng saw it, the onlookers also heard these five words from the mouth of the troublemaker.
Before Su Xiaoxiao wrote these five words, no one thought of these five words.
After Su Xiaoxiao wrote these five words, everyone felt that there were no more appropriate five words.
How free and easy is this? How heroic is it?
The sword reaches the end of the world, and the grudges are happy.
Many things in the world of mortals are all contained in this sentence: kill one person in ten steps.
The spectators' blood boiled.
My heart is full of scholarly anger that has nowhere to vent, and it is running rampant in my chest.
The spectators felt both excited and nervous.
Killing one person in ten steps is already half a sentence.
For a moment, I couldn't think of a neatly contrasted and more free and heroic second half of the sentence.
But if you can't make a commensurate second half of the sentence, isn't it a failure?
Wouldn't it mean that they couldn't find a place to vent their suppressed scholarly anger?
The spectators watched with excitement and nervousness as Su Xiaoxiao continued to write - Never Leave a Thousand Miles.
Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles.
Enlightenment, hearty and hearty.
The scholar's anger bubbled out from the pores where the hairs stood on end.
His scalp instantly became numb, and his tightly tied hair roots stood upright.
"Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles," the good man said and couldn't help but praise, "Good, great good."
"Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles," the spectators couldn't help but repeat, "It's so exciting! It's so exciting!"
Before he finished speaking, the swordsman dismounted and drew his sword, his posture moving like clouds and water.
Wu Gou pierced the air, and wherever the sharp blade struck, the air and the body of the Du family attendant were torn apart.
Swipe - swipe - is the sound of blood rushing out of Diao Nu's neck.
Brush - brush - as if the wind blows through the reeds, making a soft sound.
Boom! The flying head hit Du Ziteng's arms hard.
Boom! Du Ziteng threw his head out in a panic and sat down heavily on the ground.
A warm fishy smell spread, and Du Ziteng was so frightened that he peed on the spot.
Du Ziteng was sitting on the ground. There was urine on the ground that he had just peed, and his chest was full of blood.
He stared blankly at the swordsman whose face was covered by the hood and could not be seen clearly.
The swordsman shuttled among the servants with his sword, and the Wu hook stretched out to harvest human lives.
The attendants brought from Shengjing were not the swordsman's enemies.
In an instant, three people were dead.
The body and head were in different places, and blood was splashed on the ground.
The poem he had just read flashed through Du Ziteng's mind - kill one person in ten steps.
"Stop, quickly, stop him!"
Du Ziteng finally reacted and shouted hurriedly.
The slaves abandoned the Su family and charged towards the swordsman fiercely.
It's a pity that it's too late, because - no matter how far you travel, you leave no trace.
Brush—swipe—is the sound of the swordsman's hook slicing across the necks of the slaves.
Brush - brush - as if the wind blows through the reeds, making a soft sound.
Boom! The flying head hit Du Ziteng hard on the head.
Boom! Du Ziteng, who had just gotten up, was hit by the flying heads and his face was covered in blood, and he fell into the mud of his own urine.
The next moment, Wu Gou passed by, and Du Ziteng's head flew high.
Brush—swipe—Du Ziteng heard the sound of the wind blowing through the reeds.
Swipe - swipe - others also heard the sound of Du Ziteng's hot blood spurting out from the head's cavity.
After all the blood was spread, Du Ziteng's headless body fell heavily to the ground.
Those lying scattered in the Su family's yard along with it, as well as the Du family's attendants, all had their heads missing.
The Su family also fell to the ground. Su Wenjie was knocked down, Yu was kicked down, and Su Daqiang had a leg bone broken.
Only Su Xiaoyu stood calmly among the broken limbs and arms.
The gorgeous dress and brocade skirt are spotless, and the peach cheeks and pink face are more beautiful than the lotus emerging from the mud.
Su Xiaoxiao, with a pair of bare hands that were not stained by spring water, held a lake pen and slowly wrote on the rice paper - when the matter was over, he brushed off his clothes and hid his merits and fame.
Quietly, the swordsman who had killed the man flicked his black clothes and disappeared like smoke along with the white horse.
It was quiet. The onlookers stared at everything in the courtyard in astonishment, and no one dared to make a sound.
Quietly, the arrogant Master Gongsheng just now fell to the ground, together with his slave Diao whose body was missing.
It was quiet, a mess, and among the blood on the ground, only Su Xiaoxiao stood with her back straight, spotless and unfazed.
Smelling the smell of blood in the air, Su Xiaoxiao let out a long breath.
It turns out that poetry can kill people, words can repel enemies, and articles can calm the world.
"Mom, look quickly."
a child shouted.
"Paper, glowing."
Everyone followed the boy's instructions and saw that the rice paper in front of Su Xiaoxiao was emitting a soft and warm light.
The light fell gently on Su Xiaoxiao's body, making the slim girl look even more bright and inviolable.
Su Xiaoxiao also looked at the rice paper in front of her.
Rather than saying that the rice paper is glowing, it’s the words that are glowing.
When the word shines in the wind, it rises higher and higher.
Finally it stayed at a height of three feet.
"The talent is as bright as the paper, and the talent is three feet high. The poems become Mingzhou."
The busybody on the wall murmured in surprise.
