"Who are you? Get out of here immediately!"
At midnight, when the night was quiet and the town was exceptionally peaceful, a loud shout instantly lit up thousands of lights.
People who were nearby leaned their heads out and looked around, but they didn't dare to leave their homes. They were afraid, but they also wanted to see.
Although strange things kept happening in the small town, there was a great god in charge, many practitioners, the city god was in charge, and the ghosts were patrolling, so nothing serious had happened.
It's normal for a few people to die occasionally. In such a small town, it would be a surprise if nothing happened.
Everyone looked over and finally found that the sound came from the academy.
They looked strange, because you know, a shameful thing happened in this school two days ago. Mr. Zhou, a dignified Confucian scholar, had no moral integrity as a teacher, but he was bewitched and had his soul sucked away by a little goblin.
This is not all. Just last night, a few scholars brought sacks and broke into the school in the middle of the night, trying to steal the remaining book monsters.
What do you want to do
Maybe he wanted the book demon to read more books and study hard.
Was it successful
Of course not. The great teacher of the academy was there. He had a profound knowledge of Confucianism and could stop these two petty thieves from stealing things.
But when he saw that it was his student, his face turned extremely dark and he took off his shoes on the spot.
All the people heard was the indescribable sound of "pa pa pa" and the wailing like pigs being slaughtered. In the end, those few who were too daring were kicked out of the school.
I thought the matter would come to an end, but after what happened yesterday, I heard the master's loud shout again tonight.
Tsk!
Why are scholars nowadays so bold
While everyone was still whispering, they saw a figure rushing out of the house, flying towards the distance with a sword under his feet.
Then another person came out of the room. It was Mr. Da. He was extremely angry at this time. He looked at the person flying in the distance and shouted directly.
"I want to go back with the wind!"
A breeze blew, and he instantly floated away, chasing in the direction of that person and disappeared in front of everyone.
Then another person rushed out of the house. It was a little kid, the little apprentice of the master. He slapped his thigh and cried anxiously, "Bad guy, he is a bad guy, he took Yaoyao away."
As he spoke, two or three little heads popped out from his clothes. They grabbed the baby's hair and shivered as they looked outside.
These are all little book monsters. One was called The Book of Songs, one was called The Analects of Confucius, and the other one was called Tao Te Ching, and they were all captured.
These words shocked everyone. How could someone snatch things from the Master
Mr. Da is a famous master and a powerful figure in the small town.
this…
Everyone looked at each other, and then, at the same time, they turned their heads back and tried to close the door.
They are just mortals, so it’s better for them not to eat such melons. Isn’t that woman in the bed sweet
The originally bustling street instantly returned to its tranquility. The little baby sat there, staring at the scene, and couldn't help crying again.
"You are bad people, you are bad people..."
…
Russell felt a little cold. It was indeed a bit too cold for July, but the snow was really heavy, like an ice knife.
What made him even more depressed was that the white snow kept falling after him. It was too much!
"The mountains are beautiful, and the snow is floating in the clouds!"
A vast sound came from afar, and Russell felt that mountains suddenly appeared in front of him, and the coldness around him became heavier.
The master flew faster and faster, looking at the man in front of him with a serious expression. This little thief was so fast, his strength must be extraordinary.
But why have I never heard of such a person
And a person like this would come to his library to steal a book monster
The master was a little confused, but he didn't intend to think about it anymore. He immediately cleared his throat and continued to prepare to recite a poem.
When he saw the man, he stopped and pointed his finger at the sky. "The sky and the earth are blurred, there is a black hole on the well, the yellow dog is white, and the white dog is swollen."
The golden light spread out and turned into vast golden ancient characters, which broke through the mountains in front one after another.
Immediately afterwards, those ancient characters spun rapidly, causing a strange wave that slowly spread out, directly dissipating the heavy snow from the sky and earth that they had brought upon themselves.
When the master saw this scene, his face turned green. If it was a competition between two scholars, it would be fine to use literary energy.
You don't use literary style, so it's a shitty poem, and it's a doggerel at that.
"Little thief!"
Mr. Da gritted his teeth and said, "If you have the guts, tell me your name!"
"My name is Li Bai, Li Taibai."
Russell said casually that he didn't think there was such a person as Li Bai in this world, but he didn't expect that he would be wrong.
The gentleman's face suddenly became darker, "Little thief, Li Gouze was being hunted by the grandmother and ran away a long time ago, how could it be you?"
It's ridiculous to say that Li Bai was a thief who drank and caused trouble everywhere, and he also wrote poems for others. That's fine, but he was good at writing poems and was good-looking, which made girls' hearts flutter, and he was hunted down many times for this.
Unfortunately, his great-grandmother was a loyal fan of Li Bai. She was completely attracted by a poem, but she found out that Li Bai wrote the poem to her only because she could make wine.
The great-grandmother also had a strong personality. She chased Li Bai with a knife on the spot. Perhaps because she felt guilty, Li Bai avoided her and just didn't want to meet her.
Hundreds of years have passed, and both Li Bai and his great-grandmother have disappeared without a trace of closure, but their portraits have been preserved.
The master was extremely angry, thinking that the man in front of him was deliberately causing trouble.
First he was a book-stealing monster, then he wrote doggerel, then he used other means to imitate the literary style to mock him, and then he deliberately said it was Li Bai, mocking what had happened to his family.
This boy has such a vicious heart!
The master no longer held back, and simply pointed his hand and wielded a white jade brush, and his aura continued to rise.
As if in response to him, the academy in the city suddenly lit up with a bright light, and the Confucian Temple in the distance also seemed to respond. A vast river of literary energy suspended in the air, slowly flowing out into a small river.
If one reaches the level of a great scholar through practice, one will naturally be able to attract a long river. If one reaches the level of a sub-sage, all the saints in the sky will appear.
Ordinary people naturally knew nothing about this. Other forces in the small town raised their heads and looked at the scene in surprise.
City God Temple.
"Lord City God, there is a fight in this small town. Should we intervene?"
In a large hall, the City God sat high up, and below him stood hundreds of ghost messengers, some of whom were holding soul-catching ropes in their hands, having just returned from catching ghosts outside.
The City God looked thoughtful. Who had made the teacher so angry
And I can't sense it, which is strange.
At this moment, the sound of swords resounded through heaven and earth, illuminating the darkness like day, and a sword river dozens of feet long spanned the sky.
"The Galaxy Sword is coming from the sky!"