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The book appears and the sword comes out. The riot and manic thoughts suddenly calm down, and the heart-wrenching pain retreats like a tide.

Chen Sanlang sat up straight, his face turned pale, his eyes flashed with angry flames, his fists clenched, and his veins were exposed: "Who is it, who is going to kill me several times?"

He has never been so angry.

Feeling his anger, the sword of the Evil-Slaying Sword was even more sharp, shining with its body, and dozens of hair were even cut off by its sharp edge and fell down!

From this we can see that the little sword is out of control. However, with its current level, it is impossible to find the trace of the spell caster. The distance is too far, and Taoist Master Zhengyang set up a formation to isolate the garden bamboo forest area.

Close your eyes, suppress your anger, and slowly loosen your clenched fists: the more you are at this moment, the more calm you need to face potential unknown dangers. At this time, the "Haoran Silk Book" played a key role, so that he would not be irritated or do things in a confused way.

After a moment, I stood up and spread white paper on the desk, and wanted to grind the ink and write.

Twist!

With the knock on the door, Xu? He pushed the door in. Seeing this, he quickly came over the inkstone and gently folded half of his sleeve to reveal his white wrist that was as frost as snow. The white wrist ink was clearly distinguished by black and white, and he used to polish the ink.

There is a faint fragrance that fills the nose and is refreshing. As the old saying goes, "The red sleeves add fragrance", it is nothing more than this.

Chen Sanlang's heart is even more quiet.

After grinding the ink, Xu? Walked behind him, pressed his hands on both sides of his shoulders, and gently rubbed them. Her hands were soft and warm, and their techniques were clever and just right: "Just now, I heard you shouting, so I came over and take a look..."

Chen Sanlang replied: "The evil way is using magic again."

"ah!"

Xu? was shocked and then furious: "What kind of evil way is it? I was caught by this girl. I must give him a thousand cuts!"

Chen Sanlang sneered: "How could I sit back and wait for death?"

As he said that, he stood up, dipped his pen ink, and wrote it on the paper.

Xu? When I stretched out my body and saw the words "Flying Dragon and Phoenix" dancing, they were two lines of poetry: From the sharpening, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold!

The pen and ink are full, powerful, and full of versatility; the poems are alert and full of philosophy. She couldn't help but feel a little confused when she looked at them.

...

After Ye Yuanzhong finished the practice, Taoist Zhengyang was sweating profusely and his face was a little pale. He supported himself to sit down and recalled the situation of the casting process just now. He always felt something was wrong. But after thinking about it, he thought about it again and again, but he did not find the problem.

"Well, this secret technique must have been successfully implemented, and there is no mistake..."

Those who have passed the Dharma will feel pain at the beginning, but the symptoms will soon disappear, no different from ordinary people, and they will no longer feel suspicious.

However, although the secret method is successful, it does not mean that it will work once and for all. The next step is to make the seeds take root and sprout and grow vigorously. If you cannot grow up, what's the benefit of the ultimate harvest of life and fortune?

In that case, it would be a waste of work and a waste of money.

However, with Chen Sanlang's situation, he has a reputation with the woman with a strange fate, and his fate will not be less. The only thing to pay attention to is that he cannot leave his control, which is enough.

Taoist Master Zhengyang wiped his sweat and murmured: "Tomorrow, I will write a book to explain the situation to the young master, and then Du Yinyan should go on stage to perform..."

He felt very tired and didn't even bother to clean up the scene. He struggled to get up, walked to the next room, lie down and sleep, so as to rest and restore his energy.

...

I slept in a drowsy night, got up a little late, and after washing up, I had already prepared a delicious breakfast, and the two sat together to eat and drink.

At the dinner table, "don't speak" but you have different backgrounds, so you can't help but ask: "Sanlang, are you okay?"

Chen Sanlang smiled: "Nothing more."

"Hmph, I'll go out for a walk later to see which bastard is causing trouble and the hidden arrows hurt people."

Chen Sanlang hurriedly said, "The imperial guards in the city are so arrogant, don't do anything randomly."

Xu? Although he possesses martial arts, he will definitely not be able to resist it if he faces a well-trained army.

Xu? said: "I'm just investigating and will not act rashly."

After breakfast, Chen Sanlang recited his book and went to the college to attend class. As soon as he entered the classroom, he was surrounded by a group of classmates and was very lively.

It turned out that his pair was selected by the boss of Jinxianglou yesterday, framed and hung at the door. The situation happened to be seen by a college student, including the conversation between Chen Sanlang and Zhou Fencao, and the absolute fact that Chen Sanlang met with the Chaoshan Temple.

One passes to ten, ten passes to hundreds, and the news soon spread in the academy. Invisibly, Chen Sanlang became a popular figure.

He was absolutely favored by Zhou Fencao, and Duke of Fencao also took the initiative to invite Chen Sanlang to the village to be a guest. This treatment is so envious of people.

Who doesn’t know that Zhou Fen Cao returned to the mountains and forests, and he had a high opinion of himself and did not look at people with an eye on others at all. It is even harder to get his appreciation than to get his dean Song Zhiyuan.

The unexpected arrival of fame caught Chen Sanlang a little off guard.

Some classmates even asked Chen Sanlang in confusion why he didn't say it out so that everyone could know that he was low-key, too low-key, and he was really indifferent to fame and fortune.

Chen Sanlang listened and was amused and laughed. At that time, when Qin Yushu and others were facing each other, there were so many people watching him. He didn't expect Qin Yushu to keep silent and conceal the matter. Chen Sanlang could not have yelled and promoted himself. He had to deal with one thing after another. At that time, he was overwhelmed and had no time to pay attention to it.

Now facing everyone's questions, he could only smile and show a calm and gentle look.

This place is lively, and Qin Yushu suddenly seems deserted, with his face gloomy like the dark clouds on the eve of a storm.

What Chen Sanlang had to do with him was a certain fact and would be exposed sooner or later. But now that everyone knows about it, he still feels very uncomfortable, as if his glory had been taken away by his own life, and it was very uncomfortable.

"Hmph, those who seek fame and reputation are just a flash in the pan!"

I commented disdainfully and picked up a book to read it, but no matter how I read it, the words on the book seemed to turn into Chen Sanlang's faces, which were so annoying that I couldn't see them at all.

"The road is long, the Dragon Boat Festival is coming, and you can come to participate in the Nanyang River Poetry Festival."

"Yes, if you make a name for yourself at the poetry meeting, you will be a talented man in our college..."

The classmates started to cheer and talked.

After experiencing the last time of the Guyuan Poetry Club rafting poetry meeting, Chen Sanlang was no longer interested in these poetry and essay meetings, and responded vaguely. After finally getting rid of the siege and carrying a book, he sat in the back of the classroom. Unexpectedly, several students moved their seats and came to the back, which became a rare thing that had not been seen in the college for many years.
Chapter completed!