Bu Jinghong's heart has undergone tremendous changes unknowingly.

If in the past, he would rush out without hesitation, either killing or being killed.

But at this moment, Mr. Li took out his hand. The girl Xia Hua came out and took a step back. He didn't take another step.

He didn't know whether this was his courage to become smaller, or learned what humans said to take care of the overall situation or tolerance.

Or it is called human beings.

Bu Jinghong didn't know that such a change was good or bad. He turned around and saw the smiling smile on the face of Ximen blowing his face. He felt that this might be good.

Only alive.

Only to accompany.

Even if the sword is slower, it is more stable, so why not?

Li Chen'an also turned around, and was about to enter the moon door, but the son of the surname Pan suddenly ran over.

"Mr. Li?"

"Dare to ask you as the teacher of Shixian Li Chen'an, Li Feidao, Mr. Li Xiaofeng Li?"

Li Chen'an froze, turned around, looked at the Pan Gongzi, and asked curiously:

"How do you know?"

Then Pan Gongzi bowed in a hurry: "The junior Pan Xiao, the gentleman in the small museum of the rivers and lakes, and now the city is well known!"

"Mr. Wen's name is very admirable. Therefore, these days walking around the inn of this West Lan City these days. I hope to meet his husband.

Li Chen'an thought that if you asked me to eat and drink a meal, it was really better.

As for Li Chenan's story ...

He has a fart story!

"No time!"

Li Chen'an turned and left.

Pan Xiao stunned for a moment and followed in.

Nympho

Nympho

Everyone's sight in the lobby looked at the moon door.

"... he is the teacher of Shixian Li Chen'an?"

"Yes! I did not see Xia Da from Xia Guo Gong's house with him!"

"Yes, the news from Hexia County is like this. Didn't the man of Xuanwutang just threatened to kill Jinghong just now? Bu Jinghong is the rivers and lakes who killed Wu'an Houjie!"

"I heard that the emperor was alarming, and the emperor had all the imperial order ordered Gong Wei Wei to go to kill Bo Jinghong himself.

Hong! "

"Isn't it the step Jinghong rescued by King Ping An?"

"That's the matter behind. A distant cousin runs in the small house in the small museum of the rivers and lakes.

"Oh ... I don't follow the fate ... or the sacred life, this Li Xiaofeng's courage is too big! In addition, King Ping An intervenes is really wise!"

"You know a fart!"

"Mr. Li is a master of the world! It is said that it is the state of half a stepping master!"

"Such a person, unless it is our master of Wu Guo to kill him, otherwise even if you send thousands of troops, people can go away if they want to take their legs!"

"As for the king of Ping An ... I am afraid that Grandpa said there is another deep meaning."

"What is the meaning?"

"Cutting Fan!"

"Isn't that a rumor?"

The boy laughed and shook the fan in his hand: "The rumor? I'm afraid there is no wind!"

Another young man said at the moment: "I think that cutting the vassal is not bad. If the emperor really has this, if the princes are really cut off ... we may become better!"

"Brother Zhou said with caution!"

"Don't talk about this, let's talk about the Mid -Autumn Festival."

As soon as this was out, it was cold.

Ning Guo died a poem, which was a great thing for the students of Wu Guo.

Because the poems of Li Chen'an who were introduced into Wu Guo, like a huge mountain, pressed on their heads, making them feel a little difficult to breathe.

Mo to say a poem that surpassed him, even the pens seemed to have become a bit difficult.

But he died!

Tian Jianying is also good, it is also for the heavens to be immortal. After all, he leaves this world.

As a result, all the students in Wu Guo were relieved.

They can finally raise their heads up and look at the blue sky, or look at the moon in the night.

They believe that the era of Li Chen'an has passed.

They splashed the ink in the storm, but found that any poems they wrote, as Pan Xiao said, would compare their poems with Li Chenan's poems.

How can this compare?

Not just the literati and Mo Ke will compare, but even the geisha in the Qinglou, they will go to compare!

The literati are always thin, and they don't mind each other stepped on each other-

Since you think you are amazing, can your poems be better than Li Chen'an?

Some people even took a sip, and disdain the last sentence: It is still a thousand miles away from Shixian's words!

It's not that they really worship Li Chen'an, it's just a matter of mind, I'm not good, don't think about it.

That's just.

As for those germics of the Qinglou, they did not dare to say half a word in their mouths, but her body was honest.

They still sing the words of Li Chen'an.

Just twenty, they didn't tire of singing, but those who listened to the song would also hear all!

This is boring.

The Mid -Autumn Festival, which was very solemn, I am afraid that this year will become boring.

Wu Guo's style is not as good as Ningguo. There is still a poem fairy in Ningguo!

He was alone, destroying the flames of Wu Guo's entire literary world!

Even if he died, Wu Guo's literary world did not seem to have changed much.

Besides, Li Chen'an died, but suddenly a teacher came out again!

This Li Xiaofeng, he made a song "Linjiangxian, rolling in the east of the Yangtze River" in the small museum of the rivers and lakes. This word, in just ten days, spread all over the north and south of Wu State!

A apprentice was dead, and a more powerful gentleman came out!

This gentleman came to Xilan City, this August 14th ...

If he went to Yuejian Academy tomorrow, who dares to make a poem in person in person?

Like that Li Chen'an, he is unattainable!

"Hey ... no time to be born!"

"Hey, after tomorrow, I will abandon the pen!"

"Okay, I also abandon the Wen Xiu martial arts!"

"Well, if the imperial examination is not, I have to inherit the Nantan family!"

Chase a grin with a smile.

He got up and removed the buckets on the wall and worn on his head.

Picked up the sword on the table and walked towards the door.

He passed by the counter.

Behind the counter is an old shopkeeper.

The old shopkeeper was crackling and pulled the abacus,

The sound is very loud.

Because this is made by fine iron!

He took a piece of broken silver from his arms and put it on the counter.

The old shopkeeper looked up at him, accepted the broken silver, and found a copper plate for chasing his life.

He chased his life into the sleeve bag, smiled slightly, and left Yuelai Inn.

Walking in a dark street in Xilian City, his hand reached into the sleeve bag, and a small paper group was found out of that copper plate.

He leaned at the door of a family, and opened the paper ball with a lantern hanging on the eaves. The eyebrows suddenly frowned:
Chapter completed!