Raising the Demon

Chapter 279
Zi Baifeng's gaze penetrated Lian Yunping's bluff and looked behind him.

King Zhongshan sat on a high seat with a calm face and deep eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He certainly didn't know what Zi Baifeng was doing behind his back, if he knew, he would definitely not be as calm as he is now.

He looked straight at the door of the main hall, and also passed directly through Lian Yunping's figure, as if he never cared about Lian Yunping's words.

It's just a section, it's just a small skill.

In his view, all of this is just a farce, a child who has not grown up, persistent in proving himself in the wrong place, maybe he wants to prove himself for him.

All this is actually meaningless, how much he hopes Lian Yunping knows this.

At that moment, Zi Baifeng seemed to be connected with him, and Zi Baifeng smiled at him with a very friendly attitude.

Zi Baifeng's smile was so contagious that King Zhongshan couldn't help smiling at him, but in the blink of an eye, he returned to his serious face. He didn't like Zi Baifeng, but this young man , He has a compelling aura, and he has an incomprehensible power to move people's hearts.

Maybe it's because he cares too much about Zi Baifeng. These days, what he thinks about day and night is Zi Baifeng, worrying about what this young man will find out.

But for some reason, he felt that the boy seemed to see through him.

The slightly smiling expression seemed to be saying: "Don't worry, I will help you tell him that everything he desperately wants to get is actually meaningless."

Of course he didn't know, Zi Baifeng was also telling him.

Everything he wanted was meaningless.

Because, I will break it with my own hands and send you to hell.

Zi Baifeng grinned, revealing his white and neat teeth, the two pointed canine teeth gleaming, as if he wanted to swallow it in one gulp.

Zi Baifeng took a step forward and looked at Master Chi.

"Paper and pen." Master Chi coughed and ordered.

Zi Baifeng and Lian Yunping are treated the same, so we can't favor one over the other.

Looking at the ink presented by the officials from the Ministry of Rites, Zi Baifeng shook his head slightly and said, "I have my own ink."

Zi Baifeng patted himself on the shoulder, Gui Bao was still sleeping in the collar, it was cold, he didn't like to wear clothes, so he liked to hide in Zi Baifeng's collar the most.

Just now, he was chased wildly and failed to wake him up. At this time, he was woken up by Zi Baifeng's slap, and he poked his head out of Zi Baifeng's collar in displeasure.

Seeing the inkstone refilled with clear water, he cheered, slipped off Zi Baifeng's shoulder, and jumped into the inkstone.

All eyes were on little Guibao, this was the first time Guibao appeared in front of everyone.

In fact, most people are just thinking: "This little guy has so many things to play with."

In the eyes of many people, these unworthy little monsters are just playthings.In a place like Xijing, it is certainly impossible for it to be like the backcountry of Mengcheng, where every monster will be hunted down for a long time.

It's nothing for a dignitary to raise a monster or two to guard the house and play around with it.

Zi Baifeng has this status, this qualification, and even more this ability, so it’s not surprising to have a few more, but most of the monsters are dirty, smelly and fierce, and there are very few such fun and beautiful little monsters. .

The Bull King also narrowed his eyes, looking at the little guy bathing in the inkstone, showing affection.

A small doll the size of a finger, many people will like it.

Zi Baifeng didn't want to take him with him, but it's a pity that he was born with Zi Baifeng's aura, and he was naturally close to Zi Baifeng, and he liked to be next to Zi Baifeng the most, making Zi Baifeng feel like he had an extra son all day long .

After taking a bath in the inkstone, the clear water turned into a cinnamon-scented spirit ink.

Most of the people present were well-educated people, and their faces changed when they saw this kind of good ink.

Lian Yunping is not hesitant, Zi Baifeng is such a good ink, he is born to take advantage of it, this is not the key, the key is that he smelled this smell, when he turned his Zhongshan other courtyard into the ink of the ink academy, it was This waits for ink.

Seeing that Zi Baifeng wanted to write, Xiao Guibao liked it very much. He ran over, stretched out his arms, grabbed the brush, and handed it to Zi Baifeng.

Zi Baifeng took it with a smile, stretched out his fingers to touch his little face, Xiao Guibao started to giggle, and Sa Yazi ran to the pen holder, rode on it, pouted his little buttocks and watched Zi Baifeng tune the ink .

With a pen in his hand, Zi Baifeng took a deep breath, but there was an unspeakable sense of peace in his heart.

All the arrogance and killing intent from before were gone.

But under this calmness, there is a strange undercurrent surging, just like the current Xijing, which looks as calm as ever, but it has reached the last moment before the outbreak.

"Young Master, Huai Su..." The pen is written in a single stroke, but it is rather flat, just like a young man smiling and twiddling his pen, waving it casually.

But from this point, he lost to Lian Yunping.

Zi Baifeng heard the sighs one after another.

But only a very small number of people saw the last word, the gradually rising momentum.

Zi Baifeng's smiling face suddenly turned ferocious, like a smile suddenly turned into a grin, the young man cruelly broke everything that was peaceful before, and smashed everything to the ground without hesitation.

Without comparison, you will not find the value of peace.

When Zi Baifeng's "cursive script" appeared, the peaceful artistic conception in front of him had been completely destroyed, and an unspeakable arrogance was already in the end of the pen, and this momentum became stronger and stronger, as if faintly breaking through the shackles of paper , flew out.

"Cursive script is called unique in the world."

"The ink pond flies out of Beiming fish." At this time, Zi Baifeng's arrogant intention suddenly turned into a ferocious killing intent, "The stroke of the pen kills all the Zhongshan rabbits."

As soon as the word "kill" came out, a long stroke seemed to divide the paper into two sections. In a trance, a hawker with a sword stood on the cliff, and after laughing wildly, the long sword came out of its sheath.

"Kach... Kacha..." The killing intent gushed out crazily, so that the guards in the hall couldn't help but draw out their long knives, and focused their attention on guard. With the young man as the center, there seemed to be a whirlpool of killing intent. After writing the four sentences, Zi Bai Feng looked at Lian Yunping.

A glance like a knife——

Lian Yunping staggered back, at that moment, it seemed that Zi Baifeng had already delivered dozens of moves to him.

He is going to kill me!He... really wants to kill me!
At this moment, Lian Yunping realized this.

Lian Yunping involuntarily backed down, making Zi Baifeng chuckle disdainfully. In an instant, the killing intent disappeared. Zi Baifeng seemed to feel that this kind of person was not worthy of his killing. Extra refreshing.

As I write this, no one has spoken.

Which is higher and which is lower is already in sight.

This young man, with four lines of verses, can be calm and peaceful, can be extremely arrogant, and can have awe-inspiring killing intent, everything is just between the four lines of verses.

He is not repeating himself before, he is showing, showing his ability, showing his control.

A writing brush is like a soldier under his command, who can fight wherever he says, no matter how incredible things are, he can do it.

The four-line poem has suppressed everything that Lian Yunping's eight lines could express before.

The young man seemed satisfied. He smiled and continued to write: "In August and September, the weather is cold, and the hall is full of drinkers and poets. There are several rows of paper, linen and silk, and Xuanzhou stone inkstones are bright."

It was flat and indifferent, like a breeze and flowing water, but no one would sigh at this time.

Writing is like a mountain, with peaks and valleys, dullness and climaxes.

Everyone's eyes widened.

Zi Baifeng sniffled, looked at the Bull King, hooked his fingers, and said, "Bring the wine!"

The bull king stared wide-eyed, shaking his head like a copper bell.

"Bring it!" Zi Baifeng stared, "Otherwise you won't have to drink it in the future."

Zi Baifeng smelled Man Niu Wang's body, and there was his sweet-scented osmanthus wine. Last time, Man Niu Wang only got a small bottle, and he still hasn't finished it. He must be carrying it with him, tasting drop by drop.

The bull king is so entangled, this guy said so, he must still have this kind of wine, if he gave it to him, maybe he can exchange a few more bottles?But if he gave it like this, wouldn't it be too shameful, whether to give it or not.

"Bring it..." Zi Baifeng stretched out his hand, begging for it.

"I can only take one sip." The Bull King poured a little carefully, and the amber liquid floated in the air, flying towards Zi Baifeng's direction.

Well, one bite at a time, the mean old monster!
Zi Baifeng rolled his eyes and cursed.

As soon as the wine came out of the bottle, it immediately attracted the attention of countless people. At this moment, I don't know how many people's stomachs started to growl.

Zi Baifeng swallowed the wine in one gulp, hiccupped, and the smell of alcohol gushed out.

It seems that one sip is already drunk.

His smile became flustered, and his writing seemed to be completely out of order, but he went to a higher level, and the ink quickly filled a piece of paper with random swaying.

"My teacher leaned on the rope bed after he was drunk, and swept away thousands of sheets in a short time. The wind and rain are startling and rustling, and the falling flowers and snow are so vast."

In an instant, it seemed to be a storm, and suddenly the snow fell.

After the three words "He Mangmang", the paper has come to an end, and there are already twelve sentences at this time.

But it's not over.

"Bring more paper!" Zi Baifeng turned his head and yelled, and the officials from the Ministry of Rites rushed to get the paper, but how could Zi Baifeng wait?

He was already on the side of the hall, but now he took two steps forward, swiped his pen, and started writing directly on the wall of the hall.

"No..." The guard wanted to stop him, but King Zhuan stopped him with his eyes.

"Get up and face the wall without stopping, a line of numbers is as big as a fight. It seems as if you hear the ghosts and ghosts, and you see dragons and snakes walking from time to time. Left and right frown like shocks, like Chu and Han are fighting each other. Several families in the seven counties of Hunan , every family screens the book and writes it all over."

The more Zi Baifeng wrote, the happier he became, and the more he wrote, the more excited he became. The madness that had just subsided, but he could no longer suppress it. His formula of raising demons was originally good at spirituality and artistic conception. When I wrote "I saw dragons and snakes walking away from time to time", the wall could no longer restrain the words, and the handwriting flew out like a dragon and snake coiling around.Then, thunder and lightning flashed, and the two armies confronted each other faintly, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

Some uncultivated people were so frightened that they almost fainted at this time. King Zhuan stood up and stood behind Zi Baifeng, trying his best to isolate Zi Baifeng's astonishing momentum, but he heard Zi Baifeng laugh wildly.

　Second more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)