Eastern Region, the northern border of Yan State.
On the city wall.
"Master Marquis, the person was sent out alive. But if someone from the Northern Territory comes to call us, it might not be easy." The eunuch said with some worry.
"Are you afraid?" Yanhou looked at the eunuch coldly.
"As long as Lord Marquis is here, I will not be afraid." Marquis Yan's cold eyes scared the eunuch to his knees.
"No! You're afraid." Marquis Yan smiled mockingly, "It's normal to be afraid. Who can not be afraid of the Northern Territory? It's because they don't recognize it because they don't know the etiquette of the Eastern Territory. If we really want to fight, You have to admit it even if you don’t admit it. Etiquette is far inferior to fists!”
"Back then, our country, Great Yan, could still block a block. Now, I'm afraid we won't even have a chance to block it. Let's inform the academy and see if they can do anything." Marquis Yan looked into the distance, his eyebrows locked with a few words. The color of memories.
"Master Marquis, the wind is getting strong, please go back first." The eunuch secretly tightened his tight clothes and said cautiously.
"Back? Back to where?"
"Go back to the Nuan Pavilion."
"Do you know where this is!" Yan Hou's tone suddenly became sharp.
"The northern border, the northern border of the Yan Kingdom." Unable to guess what his master meant, the eunuch could only answer bravely.
"Wrong! This is the northern border of the Eastern Region! Back then, the State of Qin guarded the western border, but now I, the State of Yan, have come to guard the northern border!" Marquis Yan looked at the eunuch with disappointment and shook his head, "If you are cold, go back alone. You are not guilty."
"My servant is not cold! Thank you, Lord Marquis, for your concern." How could there be any reason to let the master blow the wind outside while he stayed in the warm pavilion? The eunuch felt a shudder on his neck.
"Back then, that old guy from the Qin Kingdom led people to kill and couldn't come back. But he was still a bit bloody. I'm just a coward, sitting here waiting to be beaten. Hehe!" Ignoring the eunuch anymore, Marquis Yan walked away. After a few steps, he muttered to himself, "If those brats from the North Territory dare to come up to me, I will pull out his teeth even if I die! See if he still dares to bite people everywhere without his teeth! Hehe!"
The eunuch secretly raised his head and looked in the direction of his master. The wind was so strong that I couldn't hear what he was saying. But just looking at Yan Hou's faintly raised corners of his mouth, it seems to be a bit sad and a bit cruel.
…
Eastern Region, Southeast Taoist Temple.
"Not true?"
"Yes, after waking up that time, the viewer seemed to be a different person. He was particularly sensitive to everything at first." Thinking of the past, Daoyuan shook his head.
"Including me, the eldest disciple. When the temple master woke up that time and I went to deliver food, the temple master stared at me for a long time, which made me feel cold."
After that, Daoyuan breathed a sigh of relief again: "It got better later, and I looked away, and it looked like you are familiar with."
"So, when you wake up from sleep, you not only deny reality, but also destroy the true meaning of Tao." Yin Yi felt that his brain was not working well, and this matter sounded mysterious, "Then what did the master of the temple dream about? ?This dream is too magical."
"I also asked the temple owner, but he didn't want to tell me, so I didn't want to go into details."
"I hope I won't have such a dream. The true meaning of Tao sounds very powerful. I don't want to wake him up and destroy him." Yin Yi said seriously.
"Aren't you afraid that what the Master said is right?" Daoyuan smiled evilly and joked with his junior brother.
"Who is more powerful, the temple master or my master?" Yin Yi asked instead of answering.
"That must be your master! The true meaning of Tao is an unintentional derivative of Tao."
"That's right! I believe in my master." Yin Yi patted his chest and said, actually secretly thinking in his heart:
"I'm living quite comfortably now. What if I wake up from the dream and find out that I'm a horse groomer? It'll be a disaster. Wouldn't that be painful? Well, if it's really a dream, I'd better sleep to death and forget it. "
Just when Yin Yi and Daoyuan were discussing the things about the temple master, in the empty house, Yin Yi's bookcase shook gently for a while, and then returned to calm.
…
Eastern region, Sophora Valley.
The old man in linen robe looked at the chessboard in front of him and frowned.
On the chessboard, there are actually several black chess pieces lined up on the lower side.
"Are you so dishonest?" The old man in linen robe picked up a white chess piece from the middle of the chessboard. "The teacher is rushing north at the moment. It may be difficult to deal with it for a while." So he threw the white chess piece on the black pieces. A little above.
"Then let me play with you!" The old man in linen robe became so angry that even the locust tree behind him kept shaking. The white stone on the chessboard seemed to be weak, but it collided with the row of black stones on the opposite side in a subtle way.
The polished white hair seemed to reflect the deep eyes of the old man in linen robe, motionless as a mountain.
…
Eastern Region, Xingtan.
Four almond trees occupy the four corners.
The only altar of earth sits in the center.
An old man sat in the middle of the apricot altar, silently reading the bamboo slips in his hands.
A breeze blew by, blowing off a broken branch from an apricot tree.
"Ta." The voice was very soft, and if you didn't pay attention carefully, you wouldn't hear it at all.
But no matter how soft the voice was, it seemed to interrupt the old man's state. He put down the torn bamboo slips and looked up...
dignified.
The face of the old man Xingtan suddenly became solemn.
There was a man in coir raincoat in front of him, his face hidden under his bamboo hat, and he didn't know how long he had been standing there.
The old man Xingtan was not bad in strength, and he even created the existence of the holy way of Confucianism. But the person in front of him actually appeared under his nose, and he couldn't notice it in time.
The tattered bamboo slip in the hand shot out a ray of light, directed towards the man in coir raincoat: Old man Xingtan has taken action!
But the man in the coir raincoat did not avoid it. Instead, he raised his right hand and waved it. A ray of light came out and collided with the power of the old man Xingtan.
trouble! The old man Xingtan felt a little troubled. Although he only used 30% of his power in the move just now, the opponent did not dodge and easily resolved it. What's even more troublesome is that the other party also used the power of writing and ink, and it's hard to see the heel.
Anyone who reads will acquire the power of writing and ink.
Even if it is Qianji Castle, which slightly conflicts with Xingtan's Anbang purpose, its disciples often delve into related concepts, so the power of literature and ink in their bodies is no worse than that of some ordinary scholars. It's just that compared to the power of Wenmo, the disciples of each sect will give priority to using the power of their own school. After all, it is more abundant and more skillful in using it.
However, Xingtan's disciples mainly study the power of Wenmo, so they are not very good at using other powers.
The old man Xingtan recalled quickly in his mind that there were not many people who could easily neutralize 30% of his offensive with the power of writing and ink. He didn't know who this person was.
While the old man Xingtan was still thinking, the man in coir raincoat raised his right hand again and used the power of writing and ink. And this power of writing and ink has been slightly more than half of the power of writing and ink in the body of the old man Xingtan.
No more hesitation! Xingtan old man's Confucian holy will burst out, directly counteracting the opponent's power of literature and ink.
However, when I care about the outbreak,
The old man Xingtan focused more attention on himself to get into the state as quickly as possible, but this also had drawbacks. With a sudden "swish", a black shadow flashed out of the man in the coir raincoat in front of him and snatched the bamboo slips from his hand!
