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Chapter 150 The Soul of Poetry
In the sky above Chidao, a long rainbow streaked across the sky, staying in the sky above Chidao, turning into an elegant middle-aged man in a gray robe.

Lu Xun looked at the mess below, and frowned slightly. He originally sneaked out to teach the younger generation, but when he got there, he found that the person had disappeared.

"Forget it, let's go back first!"

He ran out secretly. If his wife found out, he might misunderstand that he was fooling around with some vixen.

Just thinking about Lu Xun could not help but shiver, and the next moment he turned into a long rainbow again and went away.

But after a while, he appeared in the sky above Chidao again. He was afraid of his wife and afraid of shadows, so he remembered that there had obviously been a battle down here, and according to his own calculations, that kid Lin Qian should pass by here, so , Is this aimed at that kid Lin Qian?

Lu Xun looked serious, took out a pair of glasses from his pocket and put them on. Suddenly, the world changed into another look in front of his eyes, the whole world was covered with colorful lines.

At this time, the lines above Chidao were in chaos, as if they were forcibly pulled and kneaded by someone, making them into a mess.

And Lu Xun found the clues he needed from this mess. This is what he is best at, otherwise he would not be qualified for archaeological work.

"Wizard?"

Lu Xun frowned, and immediately reached out to grab a gray line, and pulled it hard, and the next moment, he disappeared in place.

……

In a dense forest, two figures descended from the sky, broke countless branches along the way, and fell heavily to the ground.

Lin Zhen was covered in blood, but he was a warrior after all. After moaning in pain on the ground for a while, he slowly recovered.

However, Lin Qian had already fallen into a coma completely. He received a lot of backlash when he used "Shang Hai Sang Tian", and then forcibly used [Sit on the ground and travel [-] miles a day...], if it wasn't for him, he would be the original author. It's unknown if his asylum has died due to backlash.

"Don't stay here for long!"

Although Lin Zhen wanted to lie down and sleep right now, he didn't know when the Rain Master would come after him. He had already experienced the horror of fourth-rank wizards.

Picking up Lin Qian on his back, then putting it down again, he touched Lin Qian's chest, and found a half-foot-square model of a small house on Lin Qian's chest, which was already covered with Lin Qian's blood, no wonder he felt his back hurt just now .

I don't know what it was for, but since Lin Qian carried him close to his body, it should be a very important item.

Without thinking too much, he put the little house into his arms and carried Lin Qian on his back again.

After identifying the direction, Lin Zhen strode east.

At this time, the army conquering the southern border was heading to Annan, and the rain master of the Wu clan did not dare to get too close, so going east now is the best choice.

……

"Got you!"

In the sky above the dense forest, the Wu tribe man showed joy on his face.

These two little guys can really run, and it's easy for him to find them, but the game is over!

However, at this moment, a figure in gray robe appeared in front of him.

"Hey, did you see a guy in silver jewelry and fancy clothes?"

Lu Xun stood in front of the Wu clan man, blocked the way, and asked, "That guy sneaked into my house and injured my younger generation. It's really disgusting!"

The Wu clan man couldn't tell that the guy in front of him was trying to annoy him, and he didn't talk nonsense. A spirit body flashed around him, and the spirit body possessed him. Once again, dark clouds gathered in the sky, carrying the sky full of wind and rain, and rushed towards the gray-robed middle-aged man.

【A gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands】

As Lu Xun chanted, the man of the Wu tribe suddenly felt an invisible bondage entangled him, and had a thought from the bottom of his heart that he didn't want to do anything.

【The water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky】

A turbid wave soared to the sky, like a rushing Yellow River, hitting the Wu clan man heavily.

Although a gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands, I'm sorry, we Confucianism cultivators fight, we just need to use our mouths. The Wu clan man stopped, but Lu Xun did not!

boom!
The terrifying impact seemed to shake the space slightly.

It's a pity that this turbid wave didn't hit the Wu clan man, and didn't even touch him, but stayed three feet in front of him, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.

"If you have this little ability, you can die!"

The Wu tribe man sneered, playing with water in front of the rain master is really ridiculous.

Raising his hand and pointing, the turbid wave summoned by Lu Xun disintegrated like sand, and instantly turned into a sword blade condensed by water. The tip of the sword turned around and headed for Lu Xun at a faster speed The place surged away.

[Late bells and drums, long nights, Geng Geng Xinghe is about to dawn]

A brass bell-shaped phantom about ten feet high enveloped Lu Xun.

Lu Xun was a little helpless. He was just a traditional scholar. He was usually obsessed with academic archaeology, but he was not very good at fighting. He knew that he might not be the opponent of this witch man, but he did not expect to lose so quickly.

"Dare to stop me with this little strength, I really don't know how to live or die!"

The Wu clan man chuckled, it was not a waste of time to kill one more fourth-rank gentleman.

[Life is a hero, death is a ghost hero, I still think of Xiang Yu, and refuse to cross Jiangdong]

However, just when the long river of sword blades was about to submerge Lu Xun, a crisp voice like a yellow oriole echoed in the sky. A knight descended from the sky, riding a horse, holding a sword, and charged directly at the long river of sword blades!

"Today, even though I am dead, I am still the Overlord of Western Chu!"

Vaguely, the Wu clan man seemed to hear the knight's roar.

The next moment, the long river of sword energy seemed to be split by a sharp sword, and a figure passed through it like a broken bamboo. The heavy horse's hoof had already stepped on his chest, and a head flew up.

"Poetry soul!"

The eyes of the witch man flying in the sky were wide open, it turned out to be the soul of poetry!

He suddenly regretted it now, this was obviously the task of that woman Jiang Feixue, why did he come to this muddy water?

"Yi'an, you're here!"

Lu Xun patted his chest, which was still in shock, and happily said to the woman in the goose yellow dress beside him.

Yi'an is Li Qingzhao's word, which means Tao Yuanming's leaning against the south window to show his pride and judge his knees.

"I'm sorry for making you look down on me, but I have a semi-sacred wife who can do whatever she wants!"

Looking at the corpses falling to the ground, Lu Xun was not ashamed of eating soft rice, but proud of it.

"Guys from the Witch Clan dare to come here to act wildly. The current Dagan is really a mess."

Li Qingzhao snorted coldly, obviously dissatisfied with the Dagan court and Emperor Qianyuan.

"That's right, this Emperor Qianyuan is really getting more and more ridiculous!" Lu Xun echoed, it doesn't matter how great Qianyuan is, and Lu Xun doesn't care how Emperor Qianyuan is, but the important thing is to get his wife to sing and his husband to follow.

At this time, Li Qingzhao turned his head and looked at Lu Xun, his eyes became dangerous, "What are you doing here?"

It is tens of thousands of miles away from Qingzhou!

"Hey hey...you listen to my explanation..."

The next moment, Lu Xun's wail came from the sky, and he was about to cry because his ears were grabbed. If he had known earlier, he would stop meddling...

(End of this chapter)