The grease spread on Shu Wanjuan's legs, and Shu Wanjuan realized that his face was not big and he had made sufficient preparations.
Shu Wanjuan's body instantly disintegrated into ink and scattered in the grease.
Zhong Er was shocked. He had read many files, and the scene before him reminded him of some of Wen Xiu's tactics.
"Was that just his clone?"
"Use a clone to catch me? Can he catch me?" Bian Bu sneered, "Kid, he is not that arrogant. The person you just saw was Master Wen Xiu. He is the most cautious person in the world. He either doesn't take action or he must succeed if he takes action.
His real body is here, but he can switch between his real body and his clone. Today I will not allow him to switch. You go wait outside first! Don’t call anyone, don’t make any noise, don’t implicate your senior brother, and don’t implicate other people. Just watch outside, and don’t move without my order!"
With a small wave of his hand, Zhong Er slid out of the door directly.
Without waiting to stand still, Zhong Er immediately called Li Banfeng.
Lao Luo answered the phone. Zhong Er didn't dare to say anything, just hoping that Lao Luo could understand what he meant.
Inside the room, a ball of ink was moving around, surrounded by a thick layer of grease.
Seven big novels unfold one by one behind the small face, and the seven voices of Bai Pengyuan interfere with each other and tell the stories together.
The peddler landed in a deep alley, less than a street away from the small house. The bottle of vanishing cream under his cart suddenly fell over, and the white vanishing cream spilled under the container.
But Shan Chengjun was not at all annoyed. Writing was smart, speaking was smart, and ready-made books were also smart, but I had not yet gotten any.
The branch was really fierce and pierced the man's palm. The man said coquettishly: "Brother, you blocked it for him, he should appreciate it."
The face is small and sighed: "There are people in this world who know that he has a lot of books, and there are also people who know where his books are hidden.
"How can we be rude to him?" Bai Yuan pulled a handful of leaves and threw them out heavily. "Many people came here today, and they all came to see him."
I feel sorry for him, because the man invested a small amount of money, but you still haven't mastered his skills.
The face is small and nodded: "Yes, you are doing oil repair, but do you have to use oil? When oil gets on the bottom of the paper, the paper will become transparent and the handwriting will become blurred.
I wiped the oil off my face, and my expression became more and more turbid, the color of the fence became lighter and lighter, and the wandering souls of the Lord, my sworn brothers, and my loyal ministers and generals around me became more and more transparent and blurred.
Shan Chengjun admitted: "You are loyal to the emperor and you can sit back and watch as he orders you to do things. However, Shu Wanjuan reported the matter and summoned the people. The credit is also attributed to Shu Wanjuan. If the blame is placed on you, I'm afraid it's over, right?"
But the fences around Lian Shixiao were becoming increasingly sparse, and the entire person was wrapped in the iron fence. If Zhong Qi made another move, Lian Shixiao would be captured alive by Shan Chengjun.
The ink twisted and turned into Shu Wanjuan's appearance again. He wiped the oil stains off his gown, his expression still calm.
"The Book of One Hundred Loyal Officials" tells the story of one hundred loyal officials and generals who served the imperial court.
The entire set of tactics was completed in one go, with rich brushstrokes and no omissions.
He doesn't have 10,000 books, but he can come up with 10,000,000 tactics, so it's impossible to defend against his tactics.
Bai Pengyuan first used his eloquence to tell my face about old times and old feelings, and he took my face as my strong point of being loyal and righteous, so I was on guard first.
To deal with a character like Xiao Lian, all means needed to be used, and every step had to be carefully calculated.
"I've caught it!" With a smile on his face, the peddler pushed the truck and jumped up into the clouds.
Shan Chengjun's methods were simply beyond Zhong Qi's comprehension. When he saw a small fence rising up around his face, Zhong Qi realized that small things could be wonderful.
That time, I understood clearly that the ink could stay in the oil stain and the writing could form words. I encountered similar situations when taking notes later.
Song Xian? said with a wronged look on his face: "Brother, she got hurt because of him, he is heartbroken."
"Is that still oil?" Shan Chengjun judged that the face was a small trick.
The "Iron Bars" were lurking on the side, and the rare and precious animals outside the cage were watching with great interest. When my face was small and I gave up resistance, the iron bars immediately appeared and trapped my face, ensuring that I could not escape even if I had wings.
Anyone who competes with him in fighting tactics will suffer in the end, even the peddler is an exception, isn't that the truth?"
Shan Chengjun frowned slightly. Compared with the past, his face had changed very little.
Shan Chengjun stroked the fan bones, restored the folding fan, and said solemnly: "To manage the land and water, to benefit the people, to study a set of techniques, to promote a lineage of Taoism,
Shan Chengjun sighed and said, "Now that he has calmed down, can he let you have a word?"
The words fell off from the bamboo slips one by one and walked towards the face.
But the face is small and the voice is very muddy. I am talking to Zhong Qi: "Remember, although the first move is bad, you can grab too much, especially when you meet an opponent like Shan Chengjun. Grab one point and keep eight points. The chance of winning is even smaller."
That was the setting poem, and Shan Chengjun began writing.
The face is a small nod and said: "Let him speak! Speak slowly, and send him to the bottom lane after he finishes speaking."
Just wait for him to take out the book, then you can grease it. He takes out one book, and you grease it. You are not slow at all."
That was wrong. The reason why Lian Xiaoneng and Shan Chengjun had been in a stalemate until now was not because of the oil. It was obviously a good deal to sacrifice all the oil for a roll of bamboo slips.
The fire on my face was burned for the peddler to see. The peddler must have seen it, so he came up and took Shan Chengjun away. The peddler saw it, so he decided to fight Shan Chengjun to the end.
Without a big smile, he said, "You old thief, can't you get out? I'll turn you into oil in a moment."
Bai Pengyuan said in a clear and melodious voice: "Eight feet of Longquan and ten thousand volumes of books, what do you want to do in the next life? You can serve the country and pacify the heavens, but you are unworthy of being my daughter's little husband!"
"What kind of fighting method is that?" Shan Chengjun shook his head. "He injured 400 enemies and lost 10,000 of his own. If the oil is burned, what else can he use to fight?"
I took out a roll of bamboo slips from my bosom.
Hundreds of books flew out from Shan Chengjun's jacket. Without the experience he had, his face was covered in oil and all the books he had released were soaked in the oil and turned into a blur of ink.
"Brother, please be careful. The branch is very fierce. If it hits you, you will die." The person who caught the branch was a man in his early eighties, with a round face, small eyes, and thick lips. He looked like a good wife and mother.
There was a quiet sound coming from outside the room. No one was chatting, no one was pouring tea, and no one was cracking melon seeds. It was as if we had arrived at a teahouse on the street.
The face is small and shouts at Zhongqi: "Go away!"
Shan Chengjun shook his head and said, "You are already in a low position, why are you still calculating about your achievements? I came to him that time to bring him to Chaoge and find him an identity."
"What do you want to do by trapping me? Do you want to reminisce about the past, or to settle old scores? Are you feeling aggrieved, or are there things that you can't figure out from the past?" Shu Wanjuan pulled up a chair and sat opposite Mian Shixiao, as if he wanted to have a long chat with him.
The loyal ministers and good generals in "A Hundred Loyal Officials" appeared one after another. The civil officials remained calm and gave kind advice, while the military generals gnashed their teeth, scolded and reprimanded, and looked ashamed as if they were in the novel.
Shan Chengjun wrote a text and said directly: "Greasy and dirty, how shameful, when......"
His face was slightly surprised and he said, "Storyteller, is he crazy? How can you have no status here?"
Bai Pengyuan knows it very well. Who am I showing this to?
The face is small and trapped, but what can Zhongqi do?
Her face was curled up outside the quilt, and she was looking at the titles of the books one by one: "Forgetful Soul River, Golden Orchid Fate, Hundred Loyalties, and Iron Railings. Those seven books are so good to read."
Did Bai Pengyuan answer?
The little girl smiled as she sat on the bed: "So I got the credit. I'm so happy. Did I come to you to make up for the credit?"
I went to help him slowly because the situation was very abnormal.
Shan Chengjun said: "As long as he is willing to go with you, he will be made a marquis immediately when he arrives in Chaoge. You haven't chosen a fief for him yet, but it should be a land of plenty, richer than yours.
That is also the most amazing thing about Bai Pengyuan. All the responses made by Xiao Yan so far are within my expectations.
Those who had no means of making a living outside of books could naturally squander them at will. I immediately changed my tactics, pulled out an inkstone from my sleeve, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and started writing.
I have read those seven famous books, but when I saw the bizarre changes outside the room, I realized that there was no essence of Dan Chengjun's tactics outside.
The face is small and he wrapped the quilt under himself: "What do you want the staff to do?"
Xingmu waved it in his palm, and out came seven old books in thread-bound soft cover.
"Lian Baizi, when did you come? You should have told me in advance." The peddler moved the grass and looked deeper into the alley.
I thought it was an optical illusion, but when I looked more closely, I could see the small outline of a face through the iron railings.
"Iron Railings" tells the various strange stories of hunting various rare and exotic animals.
There was a loud bang, and the outside of the room became slightly quiet.
As he spoke, Shan Chengjun's fingertips trembled, and the folding fan in his hand suddenly turned into a wake-up stick.
Zhong Qi thought, could it be that the face in the year is the state of mind of Xiao Danghou?
The roots underground were wrapped around the peddler's ankles very accurately, so that if he moved a little faster, he would not be tripped and fall to the ground.
The bamboo slips will become transparent when stained with oil, and the writing under the bamboo slips will also become blurred when stained with oil.
"The Golden Orchid" tells the story of two women who became sworn sisters, overcame all difficulties and shared weal and woe.
The little girl was still covered with the quilt. She looked up at Shan Chengjun and said anxiously, "How many books are there under him?"
I stared at Bai Pengyuan, as if I were an attentive listener.
Back off and fight hard?
Zhongqi was very surprised, and Baipengyuan was not surprised either.
The face was small and snorted: "Don't talk about whose wish it was, just say he took action?"
Chong Yi will definitely succeed if he makes a move. Shan Chengjun is not sure that he can subdue the enemy directly with that scroll of bamboo slips.
The court will help him with both human and material resources. If the court helps him, you will also help him.
The weeds on both sides of the road stretched out their roots to entangle the peddler's ankles.
Zhongqi was looking at Huan through the window, with a small face and doing things in a childish way.
The face is small and speaks.
call!
Zhong Qi knew Bai Yuan's level, and he was also too familiar with the concept of Wen Xiu Zu Shi, but I knew that for a cultivator at that level, enduring that level of damage would be nothing more than a tickle.
You have arranged for him to have his former subordinates come to work, and when he arrives in Chaoge, we will serve as his staff."
Shan Chengjun accepted the beating out of guilt, and I was obviously trying to delay time.
There was oil everywhere outside the house, and the grease caught fire and caught fire on the spot.
The peddler was very disappointed: "Just stopping by to take a look? He was being polite."
The peddler looked at the man and said, "Offer? Ah, you really want to accept his favor."
The grass seeds broke away from the grass ears and flew towards the peddler.
The ink regrouped, Shan Chengjun stood up, and fell down again, repeating this process for more than ten times. Shan Chengjun's jacket was torn, his folding fan was broken, and his whole body was covered in blood.
Bai Pengyuan squatted under the poplar tree and smiled at the peddler: "You originally came here for him. His Majesty asked you to do something else, but you felt that as long as he was alive, everything you did would go smoothly, so you came to see him."
I have suffered some minor psychological trauma, so why should I use that incident to make up for it?
The foxtail grass under the truck grew rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it grew from tender buds to ears and then to full of grass seeds.
Bai Pengyuan said: "Is it a serious matter to stay in Pro Province and waste time?"
The face was small and he pulled the quilt: "You are flattering me. You are telling the truth. You have thought about competing with him in combat tactics. You have thought about it since the end. You have been sitting under the bed and have never moved. You even dared to bring up the quilt."
That's because no old friends came.
After the face was small, I made sufficient preparations, but I was always sitting under the bed, leaving 80% of the initiative to Baiyuan.
Zhong Qi heard something vaguely said by Bai Pengyuan. The grease outside the house was rolling and vibrating, making it impossible for Shan Chengjun's voice to be transmitted abnormally.
His face was pretending to be deep and panicked, was it to give himself courage?
The first novel was quickly completed, and the next one was "Golden Orchid", in which brothers of different surnames worked together in the midst of swords and seas of fire. Every word of the tear-jerking plot ran through his mind, reminding him of his old friendship with Shan Chengjun, and he quickly became determined to fight.
Those seven books were not well-known in the early years and are considered classics of the Proletariat.
That ferocious face was indeed scary, as if the ghost was angry, but when Ma Hu looked back, he felt that the ghost seemed to be deliberately putting on a scary look to give itself courage.
Shan Chengjun did not intend to present the real state of mind of Lian Shixiao. In "Forgetful Soul River", Lian Shixiao regarded himself as a wandering soul with a master and forgot his own situation.
Shan Chengjun sighed: "I'm afraid it's because of him."
Those weeds were chasing so closely, it seemed like Lian Baizi was the only one who could do that, who else could be responsible?
Shan Chengjun said: "It was Chaoge who wanted to capture him in the first place. That was your wish."
I pushed over the oil lamp beside the bed.
The leaves surrounded the peddler and flew back and forth. A few leaves passed through his body, but he avoided them using the Xiaoyao restraint technique.
His books are quite ordinary, and the paper used is also old, so the special oil can't get on them at all. But the oil you use is also special, it was specially prepared for him.
When fighting with Shan Chengjun, is he too shy or did he forget to teach Zhong Qi? This move is obviously a provocation.
How come grass grows under a truck?
The peddler stood on the clouds, looking at the fire on them.
With a wave of his hand, Shan Chengjun slipped and fell to the ground, his whole body turned into scattered ink.
The grass seeds are hit slowly, and the peddler is hit. After going around half a circle, he can continue to chase.
Surrounding the face were densely packed iron railings, whose color gradually faded.
With my level of cultivation, even if half a word jumps out of the book, it can cost me my life.
PS: You had a wisdom tooth pulled out, had your gums cut, had a piece of jaw bone cut, had several stitches sewn, and were shaking with pain from the eye. I wanted to take a day off today, but then I felt sorry for all the readers. I revised that chapter over and over again, and the quality is not clear at all. The length is a little short, so please forgive me.
Forgive.
"He's overpraising me." Shan Chengjun stared at the increasingly blurry fence. I was thinking about the reason and the previous tactic.
Zhong Qi immediately stepped forward and made a move with a small face that made Shan Chengjun understand no matter what.
Shan Chengjun just waits for the oil on his face to burn dry, and then he will be sure to win!
Shan Chengjun waved to the face: "Come on, let's go."
"The River of Forgotten Souls" tells the story of a dead soul who has forgotten all memories of this life but still goes to the underworld to be reincarnated and wanders around in the human world.
The peddler nodded and said, "You also find it strange that a branch could hurt him. It turns out that Shu Wanjuan is here too."
A branch flew towards the peddler's face. The peddler wanted to catch it with his hand to check the quality of the branch, but no one took the lead and caught the branch first.
I felt anxious while reading the seven books, because I knew that those seven books were useless.
"Yes!" The little face shook his head, "It's so warm outside the quilt, you are going anywhere."
Zhong Qi was about to rush out of the house when he suddenly heard a voice from outside the fence: "Did you tell him to move? Did he listen to the master?"
Using the peeping skill to take a closer look, he found that a foxtail grass had actually grown on the top of the vanishing cream bottle.
The previous plot of "Forgetful Soul River" is presented one by one outside the room. A wisp of soul wanders around the seven places outside the house, sometimes confused, floating for a long time, and then reveals a hideous look.
A gust of night wind blew, and the old poplar tree outside the alley rustled, and a small leaf flew over.
I have written it several times but it has been ruined. Whether I wrote it on the ground or on the wall, the words would still take shape. Even if I wrote it in the air, it would turn into a ball of ink.
Zhong Qi knew that Shan Chengjun was using his skills, but his face was huddled under the bed, and he didn't know whether he was moving or moving on purpose.
The face is small and confused!
Her face was small and worried, she was still sitting under the bed with a quilt on her head: "You don't have any oil, let's burn it and watch."
The peddler's eyes trembled slightly. I want to know why those old friends came by chance!
The peddler dodged with a quick step and avoided the grass seeds.
Bai Pengyuan fell down and gave a bitter smile: "Does that count as venting your anger? If I did, he'd hit you twice more!"
The fire followed the path of the grease and burned towards Shan Chengjun's bamboo slips. Shan Chengjun dodged in time and the bamboo slips were burned to ashes on the spot.
He frowned and gritted his teeth. A piece of grease came out from under the chair, causing Shan Chengjun to slide down from under the chair.
All grudges will eventually turn into dust, and time is short, so it’s time to do some serious work.”
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