The voice fell, and Deng Jiuling appeared in front of everyone, wearing a torn cloth and a face covered in black and gray.
There are many people in Fangshi, and Deng Jiuling is not too willing to expose his identity.
When he was in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion yesterday, Lin Peng had a cold face, and he had not seen Deng Jiuling directly.
As for the sword-bearing teenager, he was also above the top, not remembering Deng Jiuling's appearance.
As for the old housekeeper, he is dim-eyed, although he has some impressions, he has forgotten.
That's great!
Nowadays, even if the disciples of the stables come, unless it is the old lame man.
Otherwise, even Xiao Xu Zhongyang and his like, I am afraid it would be difficult to know who Deng Jiuling is.
"This kid, who!"
"I'm going. I'm wearing a commoner, and I smell like a horse. Could it be a groom?"
"The commoner is here to compete, are you sure you are not joking?"
Puff... Haha!
In an instant, the vendors who watched the excitement in the market all laughed and laughed very disdainfully.
Even Lin, who is very good at nurturing qigong fu, frowned and was a little angry:
"Peng'er, you have always been cautious in doing things, why is it so ridiculous this time that you are looking for a commoner?"
When the voice fell, Lin Pengshuai blushed and felt a little angry, but it was inconvenient.
"Grandpa, I thought we could win, in order to reduce the share of shares, so I temporarily found a make up, but unexpectedly..." Lin Peng said with a wry smile.
What
Is a temporary worker so presumptuous
Upon hearing this, Old Lin looked at Deng Jiuling's gaze, suddenly full of anger.
"Brother Lin, if I defeat the Xu family, I hope you can fulfill your promise." Standing with his hand, Deng Jiuling said lightly.
"Then if you lose, what should you do?" The sword-bearing boy shouted.
"Regardless of whether I win or lose, as far as your Lin family is concerned, is there still a loss?"
Deng Jiuling said lightly: "If I don't make a move, your Lin family will undoubtedly lose."
"But if I make a move, at least your Lin family still has a silver lining, isn't it?"
This…
As soon as Deng Jiuling said these words, the Lin family seniors were all in a daze.
"Grandpa, what Junior Brother Ma said seems to make sense, why don't you...let him try?" Lin Peng asked tentatively.
Although Lin Peng didn't think Deng Jiuling could succeed.
But in the presence of so many people, it is too unreasonable that no one in the Lin family will play.
Lin Peng is self-aware, knowing that he will be on stage, he must have little hope and almost impossible to succeed.
and!
Even if it succeeds, what can it do
With three wins in five rounds, the Lin family has insufficient manpower, what should I do
"Well, just let Xiao Ma, go and try it, and you and Confucius will go too."
After pondering for a moment, Old Lin sighed, his original tall body suddenly became rickety.
Obviously, Mr. Lin has already prepared for the worst.
"It's really a group of people who don't know the life and death. Since you are going to die by yourself, don't blame the old man for not reminding it in advance."
Caressing the white beard, Mr. Xu, his eyes are sharp: "Five seniors, I have worked hard."
When the voice fell, the black-robed old man said disdainfully: "Four old brothers, you are drinking tea by the side, one person can choose three!"
The voice fell, and the other four elders nodded one after another, sitting aside drinking tea, chatting and laughing.
The Si Lao's eyes didn't look at the ring at all, and didn't pay any attention.
because!
For them, there was no suspense at all when the fifth oldest defeated the three.
"The Fifth Elder's skill is the weakest among the Styx Five Elders."
Confucius, his eyes were serious: "Peng'er, you are the first game, the old man is the second, and the pony is the third."
"Okay." Lin Peng nodded, with serious eyes, stepping into the ring.
"Little Wawa, you have set the rules of today's game, and the old man will let you!" The old man in black robe said proudly, stroking the white beard.
"In that case, how about writing together?" Lin Peng nodded and said with a sneer.
Even though, the old man in black robes looked down on people very much, and seemed to be pretending to be compelling.
But given the strength of the opponent, Lin Peng could only bear it.
"Well, for today's game, you and I write at the same time, and then exchange observations."
"Whoever persists the longer, whoever wins, how about it?" said the black robe old man, Jieyu.
"Okay." Lin Peng nodded, clasped his fists and said, "Please!"
"Please!" The black robe old man stepped onto the ring with arrogant eyes.
Immediately there was a staff member, prepared the four treasures of the study, and spread out the rice paper.
"The young master is both civil and military, and he is the best at writing war stickers. This time he has a chance to win!" The Negative Sword boy said expectantly.
"Peng'er has been practicing calligraphy for many years. This time the fifth elder is so big, we do have a chance." Confucius nodded, looking forward to it.
As he spoke, the black robe old man had already finished writing, and he was the first to finish writing, standing by and drinking tea and waiting.
About a minute later, Lin Peng stopped writing, his forehead was already sweaty.
"Although this battle is a literary fight, it is actually a military fight."
Standing next to Deng Jiuling, the old butler of the Lin family explained: "We are all martial arts practitioners, pure literary fighting, that is not realistic."
"Could it be that among these, what else is there to pay attention to?" Deng Jiuling was a little curious.
puff!
When the voice fell, the faces of the Lin family's senior executives were all black.
"Boy, you don't even know what Wen Dou is called, you were so bragging just now?" The sword-bearing boy shouted angrily.
"Although I can't, I can learn."
Deng Jiuling said lightly: "Who told you that I will definitely lose?"
Pouch!
As soon as these words came out, even Lao Lin couldn't help but feel a sweet throat, and suddenly wanted to vomit blood.
A sloppy, dusty commoner groom was so pretentious.
Damn it!
Are you kidding us
Although he was very angry, Old Lin understood that the matter was over, and it was useless to say anything.
"Brother Ma, you don't know anything, the words are like the person, and the spirit of a warrior will be reflected in the words."
The old butler was grateful to Deng Jiuling for saving him, but he didn't feel very angry, but patiently explained:
"My young master has practiced calligraphy since he was young. Although he is not very old, he is no worse than those old men in writing."
While speaking, Lin Peng put down his pen, clasped his fist and said, "Senior, please!"
"Little Wawa, you are a good person, Hugh blame the old man for not reminding you that the old man's words contain murderous intent, and you should be careful of insanity." The black robe old man sneered.
"Thank you senior for your guidance, I will pay attention." Lin Peng nodded, urging Zhen Qi to protect his body, and then looked at the desk of the black-robed old man.
boom!
Just one glance, Lin Peng's infuriating shield instantly cracked.
Boom!
After taking a second glance, Lin Peng wowed and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the ground.
"Master!"
"Quick... Medicine cabinet!"
In an instant, Lin's family flew around, panicking.
"Just looking at it twice, Lin Peng knelt?" Deng Jiuling was immediately moved.
"The fifth elder, you are too despicable. You actually blessed your hundred years of mental strength in the copybook. You..." Confucius was furious.
"Master, forget it, it's no fault of seniors, it's because I'm not good at learning art and my mental strength is too weak."
After being lifted off the ring, Lin Peng said bitterly: "Let's stop here, there is no need to continue the contest."
There were only three people in the Lin family, Lin Peng was already kneeling, Deng Jiuling was making soy sauce, only Confucius was left.
Even if Confucius wins, it doesn't make much sense. The Lin family still loses.
not to mention!
The outcome of Confucius is unpredictable, and if he is injured, it would be bad.
However, Lin Peng was discouraged and prepared to surrender.
The old man on the opposite side suddenly said, "How about that? Since it's a game, it will naturally be more than five rounds!"
"If there is one game missing, the old man will go to Xuanbing Palace to file a complaint, go to Master Feng Qingxue, and take a copy of your Lin family!"
what!
boom!
When the voice fell, everyone in the Lin family changed their colors.
Today's gambling contract, even if the Lin family loses the market, it will be greatly injured.
But as long as he stayed in Xuanbing Palace and waited for a few years, the Lin family still had hope.
However, if this matter were to make a big deal and reach the head of Xuanbing Palace—Feng Qingxue, it would not be so good.
Feng Qingxue is cold, advocating strength and respect, and he hates cowards.
If the Lin family fled without a fight, Feng Qingxue didn't know, it would be fine afterwards.
If it were Xu Family's copy of Lin Family, from the perspective of Feng Qingxue's character, I am afraid that Lin Family Roll would be overwhelmed.
The Lin family has been rooted in Xuanbing Palace for thousands of years. If you get out for a while, wouldn't you be ashamed of the ancestors and ancestors
Such a result is unacceptable to anyone in the Lin family.
"If we continue to learn, there will be four more people from my Lin family. Wouldn't they all be injured?" Old Lin suddenly sweated on his forehead.
"Father, it's better to... Just let four subordinates to charge up, just go through the scene." The Negative Sword boy said tentatively.
"If you want to make up the number, the old man persuaded you the Lin family to die this mental arithmetic."
It seems that he knows the thoughts of the Lin family, and Mr. Xu's jealous voice once again resounded with the wind:
"Confucius in the second game, the ponies in the third game, this is the rule set, absolutely can't change in the middle of the game!"
"Otherwise, the old man will send someone to Xuanbing Palace now, please go out and teach the teacher, come over to preside over justice! Humph!"
Boom!
a bolt from the blue!
Everyone in the Lin family was furious as soon as Mr. Xu said this, but they couldn't say a word.
after all!
Although Mr. Xu is hateful, his words and behavior are within the profound meaning of the Xuanbing Code, and he has not exceeded it.
"Fine, everyone, don't panic, even if our Lin family will definitely lose, but the old man will at least get back one round and find a venue for everyone."
Confucius sneered and gritted his teeth, like a strong man who went to death generously, striding towards the ring with a meteor.
"Confucius, the old man doesn't make it difficult for you. Just the copybook I just wrote, if you can stick to the incense stick time, you will win over there." said the black robe old man, Jie Gao.
"The mental power contained in a copybook will weaken a lot after one attack."
The old housekeeper looked angry: "The fifth old man said this, showing that he looks down on Confucius, it is too damnable."
Having said that, Confucius understood. This battle is a fierce battle, so I didn't dare to ask for it, so I immediately read the copybook.
Boom!
After only holding on for three seconds, Confucius let out a scream and fell straight to the ground.
"Next!" The black-robed old man laughed loudly, and his sharp gaze instantly looked at Deng Jiuling.