Doudou!

Chen Tang was about to close his clothes and go to bed, and took off the fork and closed the window. When he was about to close, he seemed to see a black shadow passing by the bright moon.

Then the sound of [beeping] sounded.

Chen Tang opened the window and fixed it with a fork rod.

But I saw a bird standing outside the window.

This bird is only the size of a palm, and from the forehead to the pillow is bright blue-black. It has different colors under the light, with dense feathers, emerald horizontal patterns, and abdomen are slightly lighter chestnut brown, while the back is emerald blue and the beak is bright red.

Bright color and light body.

Seeing Chen Tang pushing open the window, it was not afraid of it. It flapped its wings and jumped to her palm, tilted its head, making a crisp "chubby" sound. Chen Tang was stunned when a magical scene happened - the kingfisher suddenly melted into a ball of viscous gelatinous dark blue literary atmosphere.

"This literary atmosphere - is Yuanliang?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dark blue textual spirit spread out and turned into a dark blue flower paper. The flower paper was blank, with only a cute tilted cat head painted in the lower right corner. You don’t need to look at it and you will know that this is the treasure Su Shang raised by Qi Yuanliang.

"What's the meaning?"

Blank paper?

Chen Tang looked over and over.

He suddenly remembered something, took off the Wenxin sham from his waist and covered it with a cover. The original blank flower note slowly showed familiar handwriting, which was Qi Yuanliang's. Qi Shan sent a message and briefly said that he and Zhao Feng had successfully won the target. The bandit's nest was quite fat. There was another major discovery. There was a financial owner behind the bandit's nest, which was one of the He Yin Haoqiang.

Qishan has collected the evidence.

When he turned around and cleared the Heyin local snake, it was useful. Qi Shan was also worried that Chen Tang was short of staff, so he wrote to ask about the situation. When Chen Tang saw the last sentence, he was sure that the bird was really made by Qi Shan.

Not only can he deliver letters, but he also has identity authentication. For Wen Xin scholars, what else is more convincing than Wen Xin's slander? It's also a pity that Chen Tang has read Qi Shan's pile of spiritual writings, otherwise he wouldn't know what that bird was.

So, the problem is here.

How should I reply to praying for good???

Chen Tang dug out the relevant memories.

That word spirit seems to be—

Chen Tang closed his eyes, focused his mind, and whispered lightly in his mouth.

"There are no more ways to go here in Pengshan."

A colorless air mass gradually condensed from the center of her palm, expanding from the size of a pea to the size of a fist, which is very similar to her first time to condense the heart of the literary mosaic. However, the colorless transparent air mass did not turn into the heart of the literary mosaic, but expanded into blank letter paper.

Looking at the clean letter paper, thinking about Qi Shan's dark blue flower paper with a tilted cat head painted in the corner - she seemed to have discovered the indifference of Qi Yuanliang in his bones!

"When there is paper, how can I do pen and ink?"

This problem did not stump her for long.

She soon discovered that this letter was actually a "touch screen operation", and her fingertips condensed a small amount of literary spirit and could write on it.

Chen Tang wrote a whole piece of paper in a scattered manner.

Boasting about how heroic and elegant he was, he easily killed two bandit villages with twenty-five stroke groups.

"The blue bird is diligent in exploring it." After the words, the letter turned into a fat and round bird. This bird was different from Qi Shan's light body. It tried hard to flap its pitiful little wings and flew into the distance under Shen Tang's worried gaze.

Chen Tang: "...can this thing be delivered?"

Delivery is delivered.

But the speed is really slow.

It was more than half an hour after Qi Shan received the reply - Fei Fei stopped and was delayed a lot of time on the road - Qi Shan was almost hit by a ball of flesh falling from the sky. Looking at the fat blue bird panting and exhausted, his expression was subtle.

Zhao Feng was preparing to kill birds for a while - he thought it was a fat bird passing by and was preparing to give a tooth sacrifice, but he knew it was a letter. Looking at the bird that was obviously not fat, he was shocked: "Is this the reply from Lord Chen?"

Qi Shan held the fat bird in both hands.

Some don't want to open it.

Chen Tang didn't know that the size of the letter sent by the bird was linked to the number of words in the letter. The more words the, the fatter the bird was. The fatter it was. It was so fat that it thought of Chen Xiaolangjun's mouth that liked to talk nonsense. Qi Shan could almost imagine how well the content was.

Zhao Feng asked: "Don't you look?"

Qishan: "To be honest, I don't really want to do it."

He said he was disgusted, but he still gave Chen Tang face.

After all, he is his lord.

The content of the letter is indeed as if praying for good.

Chen Tang not only wrote to Qi Shan, but also wrote to Chu Yao and Kang Shi - this Yan Ling is really interesting and has not been enjoyable yet.

Ask Chu Yao how to settle down the old, weak, women and children, whether they were discovered by bandits in the mountains, and if they were discovered, they would kill all the bandits without leaving any living mouths. Ask Kang Shi how to enforce the fishing law and whether there were bandits who were interested in seeing money?

Chu Yao was slightly surprised when he received the bird.

This kind of transmission of letters is not easy to learn.

Even if you learn it, the distance is extremely limited.

"Teacher, what a fat bird!"

Lin Feng had just finished reciting today's filial piety, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a huge shadow falling on his teacher Chu Yao's head.

Chu Yao: "This is a blue bird."

"So fat?"

She has also studied.

Don't bully her for less study.

"The size of the blue bird sent by the letter is related to the number of words." Chu Yao opened the letter and took the opportunity to popularize Lin Feng's science-related words - in fact, there are many words that can transmit messages, but the blue bird sent by sending messages is relatively popular and cost-effective.

The distance is relatively far and the number of words is relatively large.

The most important thing is-

It consumes less literary quality and has high accuracy in transmission.

Lin Feng looked at him in surprise, and his teacher raised his hand and waved his hand. The pen turned into a pen and made the pen into words. She couldn't help but murmured enviously: "Ying Ling is really amazing... Teacher, can I say a few words to my husband? Just two words, I guarantee that there are not many words!"

"you say."

In addition to teaching, Chu Yao was very kind to Lin Feng and Tu Rong at other times. Especially Lin Feng treated him like his own child.

I simply wrote about thirty words.

Chu Yao pointed his sword with a stroke.

The letter paper was rolled up automatically.

He chanted, "I am worthy of you, and the blue bird is bright in the heart of the moon."

Lin Feng watched the blue bird fluttering its wings and flying high with envy.

I am more and more looking forward to the day when I successfully gather my literary heart.

The next day, a harsh whistle sounded in the bandit village.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up all!"

"Can't get up again? Be careful of my whip!"

The winter is short and the night is long, and the sky is still completely dark. The twenty-five atmosphere groups sent out have woken up on time, either beating drums or gongs or kicking each one. The two bandits captured were gathered together, and no one escaped!

Not to mention people, even the dog at the door will be kicked up!

Have bed breath???

hehe--

Now that I don’t want to wake up, I will never think about it!

At first, some people didn't believe in evil and shouted, "I want you to die." The next moment, the corpse separated, and blood spurted on the face of the bandits who had not yet risen, which scared everyone to move. They looked tremblingly in the direction where the sword light appeared, and saw the young man in the sun wearing a cloak on his shoulder, with a cold expression like an evil ghost from hell.

The mouth whispered like an evil ghost: "Ten breaths, there are still people who can't afford to afford it, and everyone present can sleep forever."
Chapter completed!