Sister, stay away from me!

Chapter 442 The Catastrophe of the True Monarchs
After the slough of the True Lord of Opera was buried, the True Lord of Le Li and the True Lord of Text looked at each other in dismay, and the two deeply felt sorry for each other.

I thought this place was a cultural desert, everyone would work like worker ants, as long as they were given some entertainment, they would be able to obediently take the bait, and then contribute everything for themselves.

They float around in the sea of ​​blood, and use this method to spread their avenues wherever they go, so that every world has its own shadow.

Who would have thought that it would stumble here.

Picking up a free board, Le Li Zhenjun quickly read the spells contained in it and mastered its use.

This board is made of Pangu wood, and it is the handwriting of Lingmu Zhenjun.

Engrave the formation on the internal test of the Pangu wood, and after a while, there will be a corresponding formation inside the new branch, cut it off and cut it, and then it can be used.

Using a board to connect to the Pan Gu Illusion, after reading the content inside, Master Yueli sighed with emotion: "The true master of opera, the death is really not unfair."

With this stuff, who wants to watch a movie!

To see a play, you have to go out, choose a good seat, and find out in advance which roles are not there today, which roles are newcomers, whether the people you often support are there, and whether there will be problems if you change roles.

"Then you are a true king who has hidden his cultivation?"

Zhenjun Leli was so frightened that he ran away with his head in his arms, running out of the capital city before stopping with Zhenjun Wenwen.

True Monarch Le Li stepped forward, unfolded the board, turned out the book, pointed to "Theory of Music in the Sky" and asked, "Did you write this book?"

The hustle and bustle of the Spring Festival has not completely disappeared. There are still Spring Festival couplets pasted on the doors of every household, and children are still running around on the road. There is a peaceful scene everywhere.

Turning around, Zhenjun Wenwen saw a middle-aged man approaching him, and immediately bowed his hands in salute.

"no."

"That's fine, that's fine."

"Fellow Taoist knows me?" Dan Qingzi asked suspiciously.

Even today, the dragon spirit of Dazhou is also extraordinary.

Sun Hua looked at the ragged padded jacket on his body, and found that he really didn't look very good-looking.

"roll!"

Sun Hua thought for a while, and finally remembered that when he first came into contact with Pangu Illusion, he also wrote a few books, which recorded some of his experiences, but he did not expect that someone would find them out.

Bowing to the Xiaoyao Zhenjun in the air, he said: "The next text, Zhenjun, comes from the sea of ​​blood."

Turning sideways, Zhenjun Ziwen saw the other party pointing at a book in the illusion and yelled, so he couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

In the meantime, Sun Hua got up and snorted coldly at Master Le Li: "Da Zhou, this is not a place where you can make trouble if you want. I think you are a first-time offender, so where should you go? You will be messed up next time."

"Shut up, you just want to delay the draft!"

What is the kingdom of heaven, what is the prosperity of the dynasty.

"Dazhou doesn't have it, but Xuehai has it. If you don't write carefully, you should first go to Xuehai and ask Zhenjun if you can write it. If Zhenjun says you can't write it, you can't write it. That's the way to be considered authentic."

What made Master Yueli so angry was a book called "Theory of the Sky", which recorded the relevant knowledge and content of music theory.

Although the content of the explanation is very high-end music theory knowledge, but the author's writing is good, and the research on music theory is also deep.

"It's very well written, don't write it in the future."

The two true masters got on the chicken cart in a daze, and walked southward under the leadership of the powerful mobilizing chicken.

What kind of luck is this, to be able to meet a True Monarch here!
The opponent's strength is not weak, and I'm afraid it will be easy to clean him up, and he is really dead.

While saying not to meet ordinary people, he said: "Your book must be approved by others."

The uncle stared at the two of them with disgust on his face.

"How did you become your big week!" Master Le Li asked.

Although recently, someone told him not to hurt people at will in Da Zhou, otherwise he would be punished.

The farther south they went, the more prosperous the surrounding scenery became. When they reached the capital of Dazhou, they were completely speechless.

Although they are true monarchs, there is a huge disparity in strength between them. Sun Hua can see the realm of the two, but the two cannot see Sun Hua's strength.

But the man in the Northeast is honest. Although he wanted to beat them up a bit, he still kindly said: "You have to go to the south, and you can go out along the main road. You'd better take a chicken cart, and you'll be there in a day."

"No. Why am I so boring."

After scrutinizing it carefully for a moment, Zhenjun Wenwen asked, "Your Excellency is Dan Qingzi?"

With the movement of five fingers, one's mana turned into strings, and the invisible avenue turned into sound waves, sweeping towards Sun Hua.

As a good friend for many years, Text Zhenjun sighed, stopped talking about this, but pointed to the book and said: "Okay, let's find someone."

"I can't talk about knowing each other, but I just heard about it a little bit. May I ask you, are you a relative of the emperor?"

A mouthful of wide noodles, a mouthful of Laba garlic, Prince Hua's nose flowed after eating, and then he felt like eating like a small commoner is delicious.

Hearing the sound of the dragon chant, a shadow descended from the sky and landed directly on Zhenjun Leli.

"Well, write whatever you want."

"Great, I'm Da Zhou!" Zhenjun Wenwen said with emotion.

"It's very well written, don't write it in the future."

Integrating the black dragon aura of the former Great Qin Dynasty, coupled with the power of the people in the small world, the dragon aura of the Great Zhou Dynasty has been expanded tenfold, and its power has been increased a hundredfold.

Master Le Li's face turned black from being scolded.

What's even more outrageous is that this gadget is convenient and fast, and you can take it out to watch a section when you are tired from work, and it can be called a leisure tool.

Although he is the uncle of the current emperor, and his status is respected, Prince Hua just likes it.

With a flash of red light, a white-haired loli with a height of less than 1.4 meters appeared on top of Dan Qingzi's head, and said with a sneer, "I caught you. Who is that person next to you?"

Talking yin and yang is not a good person.

Big Zhou, so scary.

Therefore, he cheered up and flew all the way to the address left by Dan Qingzi to settle accounts with Dan Qingzi.

After eating the noodles, Prince Hua lay down in the sun without grace, and then saw two Taoist priests standing in front of him.

I heard that there are still people who will use spells to modify the shadow puppetry in Pan Gu's illusion, add a little special effect to the actors, click on the acne on the face, and pull out a pair of red phoenix eyes.

They probably understand now that their operation should be wrong, and there was a deviation when passing through the teleportation array, and they came to the north.

"Forget it, first go to the person who wrote the book and discuss it with him. If the other party has a good temper, let him withdraw. By the way, ask the other party if he is willing to learn from you."

Although the two Taoist priests looked ordinary, under his dragon aura, there was no secret at all.

"Oh."

Arriving in the bamboo forest in the south, as soon as he landed, he found that the place is full of aura, the surrounding environment is elegant, and the sound of running water can be heard endlessly.

Seeing his friend become like this, Zhenjun really wants to cry.

Sun Hua was so angry that he squinted his eyes and asked, "Are you looking for faults on purpose?"

It's still the same sentence, with this thing, who wants to go to the theater!

But the true king cannot be humiliated.

"Hey, little place, I haven't seen the world, so don't expose it."

After reading it, Master Wenwen asked suspiciously: "There is no problem, the speech is very good."

Zhenjun Wenwen took a look at Zhenjun Leli, and found that the other party was already tempted, but he still supported him with a mouthful of resentment, unwilling to surrender.

Laba garlic is also made by hand. Take the beautiful purple garlic, cover it with boiled balsamic vinegar and seal it. Let it stand in the sun for two and a half months. You can eat it when it turns green completely.

In addition to the shadow puppetry, Master Le Li checked the Pangu Illusion for a while, and then exclaimed: "They also put this thing in there!"

Sending mana into the board, Zhenjun saw a book rising out.

Although the ingredients are cheap, the chicken soup was boiled last night. The chicken bones turned into crisps and the chicken breasts turned into dregs. Every bite was extremely delicious.

"none of your business!"

"I only hate that I am not from Dazhou in this life."

Oh, there are still two true kings.

The books transformed by mana have the texture of real books, and after flipping through, you can also record the location you read last time. This alone saves a lot of book costs, and gives many children who used to have no money to buy books the opportunity to read books.

He was scolded face to face and let him out of anger.

But now, he felt the paleness of the words, and there was only one word left: "Da Zhou".

Zhenjun Wenzi couldn't understand why the other party was so angry at all, until Zhenjun Yueli dug out a book "The First Examination of Characters".

"I write every word by myself, and think about the content by myself. Who do I need to approve?"

"It makes sense to touch fish by doing it yourself!"

Following the address given by the author, Le Li Zhenjun asked for a long time, and finally found the man in front of a dilapidated hut.

But they were also comforting themselves, saying that the capital might be nothing more than that, and it was no big deal.

"What capital city? This is Molong Town." An old man said with a cigarette stick in his mouth.

After scolding the real gentleman in front of him, Sun Hua lay on the side, ignoring him.

"Is there such a real king in Da Zhou?"

At this time, the man was eating noodles. A bowl of wide noodles was served with a plate of Laba garlic. It looked very shabby, but the man ate deliciously.

"Well, first give that person a retribution."

"look by youself!"

But Zhenjun Yueli looked at Sun Hua, and became angry.

"Who the hell are you!" Sun Hua couldn't help shouting, "It's none of your business what I write!"

Before coming to the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the text master could also use a bunch of words to describe it, and use parallel prose to describe it, so as to demonstrate his outstanding talent in words.

But with this board, you can watch the latest shadow puppet show at home, and you can watch every show repeatedly, and every show is perfect.

But how to fight back, the two True Monarchs looked at each other, neither of them had a good idea.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhenjun Wenwen felt that it would be better to forget it, and he would not look for that guy named Danqingzi himself.

"Don't move around, I'll touch it for you."

Text Zhenjun sneered, just about to show off his tricks, he turned the place when forced, and heard someone shouting: "Dan Qingzi, you don't write well, why go!"

"It's because the speech is good, so I can't talk about it! The way of music theory is in my hands, what on earth does this person want to do! If he dares to split up music theory today, will he be robbing me of the position of true king tomorrow, and will he take me the day after tomorrow?" It’s a sacrifice to heaven, and the day after tomorrow will I have a feast at my grave, and the day after tomorrow will I say that I am actually his son, it’s only natural for me to beat up my boy! Don’t dare to think about it!”

The two Zhenjuns finally regained their spirits, temporarily forgot about the dead Xiqu Zhenjun, walked along the teleportation array to the world of heaven, and the smiles on their faces disappeared instantly.

Da Zhou's dragon energy felt this change without him taking any action.

But after thinking about it, the dignified True Monarch was actually forced to retreat by the people here, this kind of thing is uncomfortable to think about.

Before he died, Zhenjun's brain was running fast, and the content he had heard before was constantly flowing in his mind, and finally a conclusion was integrated.

"Do fellow daoists like it too?"

Zhenjun Wenzi let out a long breath, then spread out the board, pointed to the "Preliminary Examination of Writing" on it and asked, "You wrote it?"

The vast dragon energy descended, as if the heavenly river was reversed, and the mountains and rivers were reshaped. The endless dragon energy directly submerged Le Li Zhenjun, almost knocking him out of his wits.

"Okay, let me see who the author is...Sun Hua, the address is the capital...Pfft, this small broken base is ashamed to say that it has the capital."

Although he left the capital, the influence of the dragon energy is still there, allowing Zhenjun Leli to hear the terrifying dragon chant all the time, covering his head and shouting: "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

"The water is so clear, I'm going to fish."

"Then Molong Town should be a big town, right? It should be in the top ten in Dazhou, no, it should be in the top three."

Accustomed to seeing the scenery of the sea of ​​blood, when they suddenly saw the scenery here, the two True Monarchs were stunned for a while, and it took a long time before they came back to their senses. They pulled one of them and asked, "My fellow, is this the capital city?"

Facing these sound waves, Sun Hua snorted coldly.

One of the real monarchs was originally sullen, but after seeing Sun Hua's current appearance, he couldn't help but wiped the corners of his eyes, and said with emotion: "It seems that no matter where you are, art people are very miserable."

If you are illiterate, you can still use the listening service. With the blessing of spells, the voice of reading aloud is catchy, and it is also a pleasure to listen to it occasionally.

"Master Le Li."

The majestic true monarch, who came here without doing anything, was forced to die and go crazy, how tragic.

"You have a chance now too! Come on!"

Nodding his head, he said, "Yes, I wrote it."

Looking at Zhenjun Xiaoyao above his head, Zhenjun Wenzi's heart is as calm as water, and he is already like a dead person.

"Why are you looking for faults, you are so unreasonable."

The noodles are rolled out with new winter wheat, and each dough is fully kneaded with dragon air. It tastes strong and is an out-and-out bowl of noodles.

"It's a great place." Zhenjun Wenwen couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

At this moment, Zhenjun Wenwen empathized with him, and he couldn't bear it with a loud roar.

There is no deliberate decoration, but the surroundings are full of ice sculptures and lights, and the sky and the world are like one, like a fairyland.

"What are you doing here?" Zhenjun Xiaoyao put his hands on his chest, wrinkled and didn't ask, "I always feel that you have bad intentions."

"Almost, I hate procrastination the most. I feel that there is a breath of unfinished manuscripts here, so I rushed here."

After Zhenjun finished speaking, he immediately felt the sharp eyes of Zhenjun Xiaoyao looking at him, and Zhenjun's dao rhyme came towards him, making him covered in cold sweat.

Just when he thought he couldn't get away with it, True Monarch Xiaoyao came down, patted him and said, "Isn't this a good comrade! Come and chat."

(End of this chapter)