After the global recovery I crossed

Blood for blood, tooth for tooth.

Young Master Peacock read this sentence, and the frivolous smile on his face slowly disappeared.

"Why don't you laugh anymore?" Suddenly, the little monkey king appeared beside him holding a golden stick.

The Peacock Master sighed: "Little Monkey King, look at such a weak little girl, she keeps saying things that adults can't say, pretending to be old-fashioned, how can it not be funny?"

Sun Qitian waited and waited, but he didn't wait for the next words from Mr. Peacock, and muttered: "The answer is not what you asked."

In the distance, Chen Jueying threw out the book with slightly trembling fingers.

The white paper full of black characters connected into two long dragons, flying on both sides of the Little Dragon King's body.

The starlight of Wenquxing outlines every word written in blood ink, floating in the air and turning into a cage.

Peacock's contemptuous ridicule lingered in her ears, she picked up the pen again, and wrote four words:

A debt must be paid.

What is he laughing at.Laughing at her overreaching, laughing at her talking nonsense, laughing at her for being a commander in chief?

Or laugh at her for not being able to save her friend, for being unable to step forward because of her limited moves, or for being in a mess for five days?

"Grand Mo Xiao, drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times?"

The first line of the poem emerged, and the laughter of Peacock Prince disappeared completely without knowing when.

Literati have no power to restrain their chickens. If they want to defend their home and country instead of sitting in the back, they can only rely on the power of Wenquxing.

No one taught Chen Jueying how to use the power of the stars.

She learned from the classics that the descendants of the former prime minister Lin had a sharp tongue, so she has been working hard in the direction of using the literary spirit.

Playing with words, criticizing with pen and ink, talking with swords and talking with words, talking about war on paper...

She tried her best and succeeded. Literati can really turn literature into martial arts.

Moreover, she almost broke the southern battlefield the next day.

The human race battlefield, east, west, north, south, only her here, the human race has the upper hand.

"Better to be a centurion than a scholar."

The second line of the poem emerged, and the weak and fallen literati burst into tears.

When the national calamity approached, the literati lamented that they could not fight immediately.

"Generals die in a hundred battles, and strong men return in ten years."

The soldiers were born and died hundreds of times, some really died, and some returned victorious.

Zhang Jiren is dead, no matter how victorious she is, she will not return victorious.

Chen Jueying, the word Jueying, talks about the soldiers returning from victory, and the monarch and his ministers having fun together.

How to be happy.

She threw out the paper with the words "Where there is a debt must be repaid", bit the tip of her tongue, and shouted:

"Even if you die here, you must kill the little dragon king to avenge your son!"

Wen Quxing made a broken sound.

The gathering of scholars from all over the world caused the Palace of Literature to be shattered, and it is necessary to track down the murderer and avenge blood!

Lin Xingtao walked steadily towards Chen Jueying through those radiant words.

Behind him, the Peacock King shook the emerald green feather crown on his head and made a soothing sound of rustling.

The coverts spread, the feathers fluttered, and the eye sockets glowed with dizzying iridescence.

For the past five days, the Peacock King and Young Master Peacock have spent the physical strength and ambition of the human race like this.

As Lin Xingtao got closer and closer, the emerald green light had already replaced the sky, almost overshadowing the light of Wenquxing.

Lin Xingtao had his own background and listened to the verses constantly recited by the literati. Under their unbelievable eyes, he came to Chen Jueying unscathed and relaxed.

The Peacock King praised: "As expected of the Little Dragon King, these verses have no effect on you at all."

Of course it's useless, because these verses were passed down in this world through Lin Xingtao's mouth.

He is also strange to say, did he leave so many poems?

Sentence after sentence, at the end, there are four big characters "If you have a debt, you must pay it."

The last time the debt must be repaid was in Prince Lang's mansion, Chen Jueying killed the little elephant king in an instant.

The four words this time are definitely more important than last time.

Thousands of literati fell to the ground, and Wenquxing even showed signs of falling.

However, Lin Xingtao passed through.

There is no explosion-like sound, only silent breathing.

It was as if this blow to Chen Jueying and everyone else was just a joke.

Lin Xingtao didn't smile.

He clearly saw the appearance of Chen Kele's descendant, Chen Jueying.

Chen Jueying didn't cry either.

She seemed a little dazed, and other expressions appeared on that cold face besides the previous anger and pain.

Lin Xingtao saw her scarred arm showing bones.

No monster can approach her, and those scars are all cut by herself.

This appearance is not only based on blood, but also to avoid being confused by the flickering feathers of the Peacock King.

She had to hang her head and buttocks to stay awake.

Although she couldn't move forward because she didn't know martial arts, she never retreated.

She only has eyebrows that look like Chen Kele, full of heroism.The eyes, nose, and mouth are all soft and beautiful, no wonder Mr. Peacock would say such a weak little girl.

Soft facial features do give people a soft feeling, but she can't be soft, she can only purse the corners of her lips to make herself cold.

Just like now, she can't despair, and she can't cry like Zhang Jiren.

"Great Chu Chen Kele, descendant of General Chen Wenxuan, descended from the lineage of Chen Wenxuan, the contemporary Wenqu star was appointed, the Wenqu star came into the world, and Chen Jueying, the daughter of Chen's parents." Lin Xingtao read it again, causing the corners of Chen Juying's mouth to twitch.

This is her name, but she said it not only to frighten the monster race, but to put pressure on herself.

Before Wang Yun, she was the only celestial star in the entire human race.

How much did she take?

Lin Xingtao asked: "Wen Quxing's ability to learn from history, why not?"

A white shadow flashed before his eyes.

Holding the sword in her thin arms, Chen Jueying rushed towards Lin Xingtao.

At the same time, the last line of the poem spat out from her mouth mixed with blood.

"Wenxuan Tree Feather Cover—"

Lin Xingtao grabbed her trembling wrist, and sent the tip of the sword to her heart.

It was quiet all around.

The peacock king's tail feathers stopped shaking.

The blue-green streamer is like a still ribbon, wrapping Wenquxing.

"Take a horse and call Yuke."

This is not a poem about war, and even the original poem was used to exhort extravagance, but this poem became the bone of the Chen family after a word from the first emperor.

After an unknown amount of time, the sword fell to the ground with a clang.

Young Master Peacock shook his fan again, wondering: "The one who recited the poem just now was the Little Dragon King?"

Then his eyes lit up again: "Miss Chen is really amazing! She can summon the vision of the ancestors at this time!"

The Little Monkey King tapped the golden stick with his fingers, looked at Zhao Lue, and said, "You're wrong, she wasn't summoned."

A figure blocked the tip of the sword.

Not Chen Kele, but Chen Wenxuan.

Mr. Peacock was surprised to hear Zhao Lue ask the vision: "Ask you, why is the power of learning from history lost?"

Chen Wenxuan replied: "Taking history as a mirror, using history as a mirror, can reflect what already exists, and it will die as a dragon of luck."

"Why..." Chen Jueying's voice broke the suddenly strange atmosphere.

Lin Xingtao looked down and found her staring.

But still held back not to cry.

He sighed, after all he couldn't bear to hide it any longer.

He helped her up and said a sentence: "The general dies in a hundred battles, and the strong man returns in ten years. Tell me what the last sentence is."

There seemed to be a strange force oppressing, and Wen Quxing's loud voice was not as good as this light and light question.

Chen Jueying was stunned, and murmured: "——come back to see the emperor, the emperor sits in the bright hall."

emperor.

How dare the emperor not answer when he asks a question.

After the battle, the soldiers will of course want to see the emperor.

So not only the soldiers returned, but also the emperor.

Suddenly, Wen Quxing jumped sharply, breaking the brilliance of the Peacock King.

The literati who were already speechless felt it, and looked to the east.

Two people came on foot from afar.

One holds a gun, the stars above his head, and the armor clatters.Nai Luo Wang Wang Yun, the star of Wuqu came to the world.

But the other person surprised Mr. Peacock, and the little monkey king giggled.

That man, walking in front of King Luo, was wearing a uniform.

Scholars all over the world looked at each other silently, and then everyone knew who this person was.

They bowed silently: "I have seen His Majesty the First Emperor!"

Another vision was born.

400 years ago, literati were as cowardly as the first emperor said, hiding and not coming out.

It is the warriors who conquer the world, the iron cavalry of Xiling, the army of the king of Chu, and the eighteen generals of Changlin.

Although the empress does not despise the literati, but the literati cannot get enough rewards like military officers.

It can be said that until he left, Shi Huang had never met any literati in Linchao or even Dachu.

At this moment, behind every literati, a phantom appeared.

The phantoms bowed their heads one by one, pleading guilty to Shi Huang.

The day when you see the first emperor again is the time to plead guilty.His words: "We were cowardly in the past, but we have come here for a hundred years, and now we are sticking to it, and our strength of character has been established."

The character of the literati is poured with history.

The first emperor did not speak, but Wang Yun shouted loudly: "The first emperor said that the Great Chu should be both civil and military! Both are indispensable!"

Wu Quxing went out brazenly, and was picked by Wang Yun to Wenquxing's side.

When the two leaned against each other, the sky was shining brightly, the Peacock King wailed, and all the tail feathers snapped off.

At the same time, the little monkey king pulled the peacock's tail feathers, kicked his legs, and the golden stick clamped the peacock's neck firmly.

"Master Peacock, please don't move."

"Let me ask you a question for the little dragon king."

"The little dragon king is called Zhao Lue. What do you think is the name of the first emperor of Chu?"

——Lin Xingtao.

Master Peacock's hair shuddered as soon as the words came to his lips.

Reminiscent of the previous question, what is the love between a woman and a monster, and what is the truth about killing a wolf, he seems to understand something.

In his eyes, the Little Dragon King evoked a smile, and his voice echoed on the battlefield:

"Since there is no history as a mirror, I will teach you a new trick."

"This move is called Wen Tao Wu Lue!"

He stretched out his hand and wrote four large characters in the air.

It's not the power of Wenqu Xingxing, but as an emperor, his words are constitutional, and his words follow the law.

The word "Wen" was on Chen Jueying's head, and the word "Wu" flew to Wang Yun.

The word "Tao" flew towards Chu Shihuang, while the word "Lue" was caught in his hand.

He shouted to the west: "Where is Shapolang!"

Zhang Jiren responded with a confident voice across the battlefield: "Your Majesty, Sha Po Lang is here!"

Lin Xingtao said in a low voice: "Chen Jueying, although he cried miserably, Zhang Kuangji didn't feel ashamed of him."

"Zhang Kuangji is proud of him, because he guarded his country until his death, and because he was recognized by the three stars of Seven Kills, Breaking the Army, and Greedy Wolf."

"He is an unprecedented three-star star born in the world."

"The heir who dared not take up a weapon died, and it was my King Lang of Great Chu who was resurrected."

"I'm proud of him too."

After saying the last sentence, Chen Jueying sobbed suddenly and raised her head.

Hot tears fell on the back of Lin Xingtao's hands.

She finally cried silently.

The author has something to say: After learning that you felt Wen Quxing was very embarrassed, Chen Jueying: Why are you such an asshole.

Lin Xingtao: Don't be afraid, I am the god of the second disease, Long Aotian, the master of awkward poems and songs, and the king of force, and I am also a little expert in forcing tears.It's not me who's wrong, it's the author! ! !

Author: Nothing to do with me.