Chapter Twenty-Eight: The World of Literature
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The statues in the square are all gone, there is a large road paved with stones in front of you, spacious and flat, and what you can see when you look up is the blue sky, the sun is shining, and the weather is clear.
"This, this kind of supernatural power, is really incredible!" The strong man's eyes widened like copper bells, and he looked at the surrounding scene in disbelief.
"You simple-minded fool with well-developed limbs!" the young scribe suddenly pointed at the strong man and scolded, shouting: "Can't you see such a simple illusion? ”
The strong man looked at the young scribe like a fool, and said: "Illusion? You said that you are a member of the Xiliang Liu family, how can you see such a short-sightedness, and you don't believe that the means that can bring people together who are hundreds of thousands of miles apart are illusions." ”
"What's more, for the sake of those soul true methods and artifact spectrums, I don't want to believe that this is an illusion. The strong man's heart thought.
"What a fool!" The young scribe trembled with anger, and looked at Zhou Cheng and the others in a blink of an eye, seeing that they were all dark and indifferent, and he didn't care about him at all, he couldn't help but be even more angry in his heart.
When he thought about him in Xiliang City, he didn't hug him wherever he went, how could he have been treated like this!
"Since you say that this is a reincarnation world, and we are here to complete the task, then I will complete the task myself, you have no opinion. The young scribe said to Zhou Cheng and the others with an impatient face.
Zhou Cheng was slightly stunned when he heard this, then shook his head and smiled: "No opinion, it's up to you." ”
Ye Junyu held the long sword in his arms, closed his eyes and pondered, as if he had not heard what the young scribe was saying at all.
Zhong Qinyuan said helplessly: "Your Excellency, please take care of yourself." ”
It's also a hassle to take such a person to complete the mission, so why not leave the team himself?
The young scribe's expression was a little surprised, as if he didn't expect Zhou Cheng to agree so easily, and immediately he was a little hesitant in his heart.
But after all, he is pampered and arrogant, and he is too lazy to think about it after thinking about it for a while, he still insists on his own ideas, and sneers at everyone and says: "Then I can go, don't regret it!"
"Just don't regret it. Zhou Cheng said with a little joking, and the young scribe who listened directly turned dark.
In front of this road was a fork in the road, one leading to Yongzhou County and the other leading to Husha County, where the young scribes and Zhou Cheng and others parted ways.
Looking at the back of the young scribe who was gone, Zhou Cheng pursed his lips and said, "Ask for more blessings." ”
If this world of literature and Taoism was really as he knew in his previous life, it would often not be peaceful on some remote roads...... There are robbers, and maybe monsters.
However, he is a member of the Xiliang Liu family, and he has no cultivation himself, so maybe there will be some secret treasures and the like.
After the young scribe left, Zhou Cheng and the others made a brief introduction to the strong man, and learned that his name was Song Hong, and he was a disciple of the Iron Fist Sect of the Southern Jin Dynasty.
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The fork in the road didn't seem to be far from Yongzhou County, and Zhou Cheng and his party didn't walk long before they saw many warriors with swords on their backs, and they all looked nervous, all of them looking eager to try.
Zhou Cheng looked at the little friends beside him and said in a low voice: "It seems a little bad for us to be empty-handed, and it is a little conspicuous to use mana to condense the artifact." ”
Zhong Qinyuan nodded and said: "That's true, the martial artists in this realm all bring their own sword weapons, if we directly use mana to condense weapons, I am afraid it will be inconvenient." However, my green electric bracelet has an artifact to rely on, but it can also be used as a weapon, although Shenxiao Dao is a magic weapon faction, but it is not afraid to fight cautiously. ”
Song Hong also pulled out a pair of fist gloves in his arms and said, "I already have an artifact to rely on, but I don't have to worry about weapons." ”
Zhou Cheng scratched his head, looked at Ye Junyu who was holding the long sword in his arms, and said with some embarrassment: "Now it seems that I am the only one who has no artifact to rely on." ”
"Little Taoist, come with me. Ye Junyu suddenly pointed to the shade of the tree on the side of the road and said.
Zhou Cheng was a little unsure, but he still followed Ye Junyu over, and then saw her leaning on the trunk of the tree, looking for a place that was not easy to be found, and touched the purse on his waist with his bare hand, and a huge snake-shaped spear appeared in his hand in an instant.
Zhou Cheng couldn't help but widen his eyes, and said in amazement: "Zhangba Snake Spear? Is that a storage bag or what?"
Ye Junyu nodded and said, "It's indeed a storage bag, and the master is more painful, so I bothered to refine one for me." And this spear is cast by me in the shape of your artifact, although it is not as good as the artifact, it is only in its shape, but it can barely be used. ”
"Originally, I wanted to polish it again, but now that I need it, I'll give it to you first. ”
Zhou Cheng was quite moved in his heart, the Hidden Sword Pavilion majored in the method of forging swords, and Ye Junyu was still, it should have taken a lot of effort for her to cast such a weapon.
"Then thank you Junyu. ”
Ye Junyu smiled slightly: "Even if they are partners in life and death, why bother to say thank you, let's go back." ”
However, when they returned to Zhong Qinyuan and Song Hong, they found that there was a sudden commotion ahead.
"You lowly thing is really so bold that you dare to crash into my son's carriage?" a shrill shout came from the front.
Zhou Cheng's vision was blocked by the crowd in front of him, and he couldn't see what was happening, so he thought Zhong Qinyuan asked, "Senior Brother Zhong, what's going on?"
Zhong Qinyuan said: "Just now, a carriage was speeding by, and it almost hit an old man who was picking vegetables into the city. ”
Song Hong said angrily: "It was a warrior who knocked the horse to the ground, which didn't hurt the old man, but I didn't expect that the son in the carriage not only admitted his mistake, but thought that the warrior had collided with him, and he must have the warrior give him the horse to die." ”
Ye Junyu trembled slightly when he heard the long sword in his arms, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
Zhou Cheng frowned and said, "This is too unreasonable, what kind of person is that son." ”
At this moment, another angry shout came from the front, "Seeing that you are also a famous scholar in your clothes, how can you be so unreasonable." ”
"Do you understand?" the boy's voice sounded again, full of arrogance and condescension.
As soon as these words came out, they immediately aroused the excitement of the crowd, and now most of the people who want to enter Yongzhou County are martial artists, and they immediately shouted and scolded.
The child's angry voice came, "What do you martial artists want to do!? What will happen if civilians attack a Xiucai with a meritorious position, don't you know?"
Meritorious Titles...... As soon as these two words came out, the scene instantly became quiet, and even those peripheral warriors took a few steps back, as if they were quite afraid of these two words.
Zhou Cheng frowned and said, "Let's go up and take a look." ”
His companions had all gone with him, and when they were there, they saw a young man in a neat green robe, standing on top of the carriage, looking down at the people below.
In front of the carriage was a fallen horse, and beyond that was a scattering of greens, and an old man with gray hair collapsed weakly.
Confronting that son was a warrior in his thirties, dressed in coarse linen, with a straight face and angry eyes.
Suddenly, the boy took out a roll of white paper and pen and ink, and chuckled: "Didn't you want me to be reasonable, then how about I tell you?"
"It's not good, he's going to write war poems and do things to attack!"
"Hurry back!"
The warriors gathered here immediately became in a commotion, and many people were already running into the distance, as if they didn't want to be accidentally injured by the so-called "war poem".
Although the warrior who confronted the young man in the green robe did not retreat, after he saw the white paper and pen and ink, there were beads of sweat on his forehead.
Zhou Cheng and the others did not retreat, this was a good time to understand the tactics of the Wendao world, and they naturally would not let it go.
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