Sacrifice to Feed Demons [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

Dongxiang Shuhui is taken from Dongxiang, but now that the winter is not here and the plum blossoms are not in bloom, the word "dong" is not suitable for the time.

The literati who thought of entering the book club in this way showed extremely stunned looks.

One side of the classically shaped courtyard is covered with confetti. Good paper worth a knife or one tael of silver is cut into pieces and piled up on the ground to fill the snow. A few red plum trees that have been cultivated to flower buds bloom beautifully.

The people who came in hesitantly stopped at one step and three times, and frequently stayed under the tree. I don't know whether to sigh that the owner of the garden is reckless, or to say... why is Fengya so?

Some people from poor backgrounds already showed jealousy, and the organizers instinctively developed hostility towards such a waste of books.

On the contrary, Ji Xianjun, who was in the crowd and deliberately restrained his breath so that no one would notice his extraordinaryness, twitched his brows slightly, and a trace of unknown emotion flashed in his eyes.

As the number of people gradually increased, excluding those who left in a huff, there were still a lot of people left behind. After a while, there were literati gathering everywhere in the deserted Plum Garden.

Ji Xianjun picked out a piece of paper from the hand of the servant who was accompanying him, dyed half of it with light green color, put it under his nose, it smelled elegant, at first glance it looked like a plaything for a girl in a boudoir, but his eyes With a slight movement, it is obvious that the mystery hidden in the paper is discovered.

When it was almost time for people to come, the host was long overdue.

The silver-gray robe lifted a corner as he walked, and the brocade boots mercilessly stepped on the white paper scattered all over the floor. His black hair was carefully tied up, and his smiling face was like a real peach blossom. Charming and seductive, especially the little mole on the cheek, and the jade face and vermilion lips make people sigh, why is this person not a woman?

"Everyone came to Dongxiang Book Fair, Xiaosheng is very grateful..."

It was still the opening remarks between literati, Ji Xianjun was not very interested, so he turned around and admired the plum blossom tree that bloomed against the season.

There are a lot of red plums on the flower trees, and the buds that are about to bloom make people look forward to the beauty of the red plums when the snow falls.

Thinking like this, his eyes paused for a moment, and he quickly glanced at the organizer who was said to be surnamed Wang, who was smiling, but there was nothing strange about it, and his eyes fell on the thin thread wrapped with flower branches, Similar colors are not easy to see unless you look carefully.

Ji Xianjun thought that this method was very similar to the method of hanging embroidered shoes on the plaque in front of the door yesterday, and suddenly felt that he had found the right place.

Looking for a secluded place to sit down, the people in sight began to look for places to do activities like him.

Those with friends stop under the tree, while those without friends get together in twos.Not long after, someone also found Xuanmiao on the tree, and with a soft "Hey", the flower note in the servant's hand naturally found a place to go.

"Paper flowers are crumbs without the meaning of snow, and paper paper is the birth and death of snow plums."

The organizer surnamed Wang said leisurely at this time, shaking his fan, and the servants quickly cleared away the paper scraps, and the plum trees appeared.

Ji Xianjun said thoughtfully: "It turns out that the real Dongxiang is just these pages of flowers."

To be precise, it is the poetry of the poet.

As he thought, what the host said afterwards also proved this.

The present literati can write poems and lyrics, and then hang the paper on the branches of the plum tree. When the book meeting is over, count the snow paper, the ink is fragrant and quiet, and it is complementing the red plum.

I have to say, very clever!

The scholar Wen Xiange, who was still displeased with him, showed admiration by coincidence.

Feng Huaxue folding fan hit the palm of his hand, Ji Xianjun thought amusedly.

Oops, that's terrible.

Today's poetry meeting has swept away the anger before, and even the air is full of enthusiasm.

"My lord is looking around, but looking for someone?"

Just when he was thinking about whether he should leave at the right time, a greeting came from behind, and Ji Xianjun replied with a smile without turning his head, "Why?"

The visitor, Jin Jiuling, took advantage of the situation and sat across from the empty table, smiling at him: "So you are surprised and admired by Wang Shusheng's ingenuity?" After speaking, he saw the face of the person in front of him, and he was stunned.

In his eyes, this person is covered with mottled bamboo shadows, and his eyes are full of deep voice, but he is far away from the bustle of the world, lonely and lonely, with a strong character.

It stands to reason that such a person cannot be inconspicuous, just like when he found him, the whole street was watching him.

Ji Xianjun glanced back at him lightly, but unexpectedly he was stunned, and couldn't help laughing: "Why do you look at me like that?"

Jin Jiuling suddenly came back to his senses, coughed in embarrassment, but still couldn't hold back the urge to lick his face, stared straight at him, and then was caught by Ji Xianjun's eyes, and half of his body was immediately crisp.

He has no other hobbies in his life, he loves to enjoy himself, loves beauties, and he seems to have encountered a demon today.

"I don't know your son Gao's name? I'm next to Jin Jiuling, but he is the arrester of the Six Doors." After Jin Jiuling finished speaking, he realized what the hell he was talking about.

Fortunately, Ji Xianjun is not a girl, otherwise, if he yelled "Deng Tuzi", maybe Jin Dae is about to experience the disaster of prison before the prisoner he catches himself.

"My surname is Ji." Ji Xianjun picked up the tea on the table and refilled a cup for himself, but he didn't take a sip. The smile fainted in his eyes. Jin Jiuling felt dizzy again.

Patting myself in the heart, intending to warn myself that I am not such a serious person, but looking at that face... I can't help myself.

Jin Jiuling involuntarily pulled into the distance between the two, approaching with intention and being naturally attentive.

"Since Mr. Ji came to the Dongxiang Book Fair on purpose, it must be an elegant thing in the world."

Ji Xianjun was noncommittal.

Jin Jiuling, who originally came here with the idea of ​​getting to know the nobleman through multiple channels, has long since forgotten his original idea, and his eyes are so infatuated that he recommends himself enthusiastically as if it was love at first sight.

"I think Mr. Ji has a strong character. I think he came here to find someone with his interests? I happen to have a lot of experience in Fengya, how about..." Swim with your arms, how happy is life?

Just as he was about to spit out the second half of the sentence to get closer, a sentimental shadow flashed in, and Jin Jiuling couldn't see any trace with his eyesight, so he was immediately on guard.

However, before he could respond, the visitor had already sat down leisurely on the last seat, smiling coquettishly, with an indescribable beauty.

Jin Jiuling frowned and called out the identity of the person, "Won't Wang Shusheng host the poetry meeting?"

Wang Shusheng raised his bright red lips, and his smile was extraordinarily coquettish.

"The Poetry Association focuses on freedom. Xiaosheng doesn't have to wait for everything, but why don't you two go to the game?"

With what he said, the two noticed someone splashing ink nearby.

Compared with Ji Xianjun's immature skills, this artist is really amazing.

"The ink is immersed in the pen tip like flowing water, and the elegance on the paper is exactly the strokes of the painter. You two may wish to participate together, it is better than chatting here."

Wang Shusheng breathed out the fragrance of plum blossoms, and the amorous peach blossoms were full of smiles, like an arrow of tenderness in the illusion, plundering Fangfei.

Jin Jiuling said unexpectedly: "How do you know that small talk is useless?"

"Of course it's because the poems I host will be more interesting," Wang Shusheng said confidently.

It's also strange, few people can be confident but not proud.

It was obviously a proud word, but Wang Shusheng was able to say it so confidently that no one could refute it.

Ji Xianjun ignored Jin Jiuling, who was speechless, and fixedly looked at the scholar, while Wang Shusheng also let Ji Xianjun look at him, his face did not change, his charm changed from thick to light, like a piece of fragrant leaf feathers fly down.

"...If you were talking about the plum blossom hidden in the paper, then I would have known about it a long time ago."

After the silence, Ji Xianjun suddenly said, "Is there anything else interesting?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Wang Shusheng's eyes very quickly, as if he didn't expect his finale to be revealed so early, and his face clearly showed displeasure.

However, Ji Xianjun is not superficial enough to miss the interest that really flows through his eyes at that moment.

After a moment of surprise, Jin Jiuling asked, "Is there a plum blossom in the paper?"

"Yes, this Wang Scholar hides dried plum blossoms in every page of paper. This is the subject."

Ji Xianjun rubbed Meiziqing's soft and smooth cup wall with his fingers, and felt that the residual temperature of the tea soup in it was quietly dissipating. He smiled slightly and pointed out: "This book will never be untitled."

Wang Shusheng showed appreciation on his face, nodded his head and said: "That's right, since it's Dongxiang Tea Party, of course we have to taste the fragrance of Yuedong, but the only one who can find the elegance in it is Mr. Ji, which really makes me feel very regretful. "

season?

Ji Xianjun raised the corner of his mouth and said deliberately: "Just heard that?"

Wang Shusheng blinked his eyes, and the joke caught his eyes, which meant he was unrestrained.

"Please don't blame me."

Ji Xianjun shook her head: "It's not a big deal, but..." At this point, the subject suddenly changed, "Have you seen a woman before?"

Wang Shusheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

Ji Xianjun: "A woman who doesn't know her height, her appearance, her age, her clothes."

Jin Jiuling was already dissatisfied with Wang Shusheng's appearance and Ji Xianjun pushed himself aside. Just now he heard that he wanted to find someone to pat his chest to vouch for him immediately. What Xian Jun added later made him dumb, but at the same time, a thoughtful look flashed across his face.

At the same time, Wang Shusheng said with a low smile: "Young Master Ji, this is hard for me."

The porcelain cup was turning in his hand, Ji Xianjun raised his eyes.

"I thought...Scholar Wang should know everything about this book."

After saying this, there was a moment of silence between the two of them.

The invisible oppressive force seemed to be fighting each other in the air, which shocked Jin Jiuling into silence for a long time.

"Hey——" In this silent contest, Wang Shusheng took the lead to withdraw the pressure, poured tea for himself, and fed it into his mouth.

When the tip of his tongue touches the tea soup, he just smiles, then puts the cup down without saying a word, and then without seeing him make any movement, the plum green cup suddenly turns into powder, and the tea soup in the cup spills all over the table.

Until then, Wang Shusheng said: "Good method! What courage!"

Jin Jiuling didn't know why, and wanted to take a sip from the teacup, but suddenly his wrist was heavy, and when he looked up, it was Ji Xianjun who held down his hand and stopped him.

Ji Xianjun said lightly: "Tea is poisonous."

Jin Jiuling was no longer puzzled.

"Wang Scholar" here seemed to be blowing his hair, completely disregarding his bearing, uttering every word with murderous malice.

"Damaging Xiaosheng's poetry club is a serious crime."

Ji Xianjun shook the tea soup in his hand without fear.

"I don't know what your opinion is?"

Wang Shusheng suddenly put away his malice, and even the murderous intention dissipated, and he stared at Ji Xianjun with peachy eyes, and his charming face was also cute and tight.

"Compared to me, what is Mr. Ji going to do?"

Ji Xianjun: "I have no intention of killing at the moment."

"It's a pity." Wang Shusheng didn't know what the pity was, and he said to himself: "That is a vicious woman, but she is very smart. If you see her, then go to the place with the most daughters."

Ji Xianjun: "Thank you."

After speaking, he got up and was about to leave, but he didn't succeed.

Glancing backwards, the sleeve fell into Wang Shusheng's hands, and the other party blinked willfully, and in the blink of an eye, another "look".

"I can't be dismissed with a thank you."

Ji Xianjun continued to look at him without saying a word.

Wang Shusheng let go of his hands and sat back, his cheeks drooping, his expression innocent and cute.

"A piece of music, isn't it too much?"

Ji Xianjun was silent for a while, and suddenly felt a sense of wonder that she had an extra son.

Facts have proved that this must be an illusion, but Dongxiangshu will say something on this day.

The wonderful sound is unparalleled, and the phoenix sings for nine days.

The forces hiding in the dark somewhere in the south of the Yangtze River are invisible and invisible, and even their master is a villain who pretends to be crazy and hides under the tall figure of his brother.

Don't be a gentleman, be a villain, and even worse, a villain is a lunatic.

The owner of the Unknown Killer organization is a "lunatic". He is more insane than anyone else in the world, but no matter how insane he is, it is impossible for him to hand over his benefits to others.

It's like a handsome young man drawn with a few simple strokes on the white paper on the desktop, with a gentle and jade-like temperament, and a proud face.

"The bat son is originally with the cloud."

Xue Xiaoren hid in a dark room that no one knew about, and when he stared at the person on the table with his clear eyes like a childish child, he suddenly flashed crazier than ever before.

"You are destined to be mine!"

After saying that, he picked up the paper and lit it in the candle to burn it.

"It's time to end the cooperation with Tsing Yi Lou."

In the shadows, another alliance between falsehood and falsehood has been broken.

At night, someone stepped on the water waves and boarded the building boat when no one was paying attention. There were many people seeking pleasure in the building boat, but the visitors had no such intentions.

Avoiding those scenes of seeing no evil, the accident still happened suddenly.

When Ji Xianjun opened a door that was hidden in the dark, a pair of hands suddenly hugged his waist, and a woman's soft and slender body climbed on his shoulders, breathed like blue, behaved ambiguously, and expressed affection How passionate is Lang Jun.

The author has something to say:

Because this article is comprehensive, many of the settings are original, I just want to have fun reading it.

Then, I would like to ask which characters in martial arts novels ←v← appeared in this chapter, if you guessed it right, please give it to me!

Then ask for extra points for the previous chapter, T^T