I, the King is a killer

In the scene.

Shangguan qinger looked at the poem indifferently and suddenly said, "Yunshao, this little childe of the Zhao family is really impressive."

"Oh? You also say his poems are good? "

"No." Shangguan qinger shook his head and said, "I mean, he was kicked by me and punched by Yunshao before. Now he looks miserable. I'm afraid he's broken. He can still write poetry when he's like this. It's really admirable."

Xiao Yun said, "Oh, it's really a little backbone, but it's also that this scene, this poem, was written in public in exchange for countless admirations. I'm afraid it's the most beautiful moment of his life! He may only have this opportunity in his life. Let alone break a few bones, he will die the next moment. I'm afraid he will stick to it? It's really pathetic. Now I regret that my fist was too hard. "

As soon as they sang together, regardless of others, the people were stunned, and the party's young childe Zhao was angry, spit out his blood, shook his body twice, and fell down with a puff.

But I haven't fainted yet.

Xiao Yun said again, "but you have a good backbone and wonderful poetry, but you have some problems in your mind. Isn't it Xu who took the exam this time? What did he write a poem for? Isn't that what you ask and what you answer? Is there something wrong with this guy's ears? He didn't hear the problem at all? Or is there only such a poem in the belly manuscript of that head, and nothing else can be written? "

"You!"

Young master Zhao became angry with shame. He didn't come up at one breath. He rolled his eyes and completely fainted.

Zhao Fengxi immediately rushed up and shouted, "Why are you so aggressive?"

Xiao Yun spread his hand and said, "I'm telling the truth. What's aggressive? And I don't understand. I don't understand how your brains grow. It was you who provoked me first and abused me in the street. Now you can't fight me, but you say I'm aggressive? Oh! How ridiculous?! People in the Ming Dynasty don't talk in secret. If I hadn't watched your Zhao family's meritorious service to the state of Qin, he would have earned the shadow of his ancestors. I would have killed him with that punch just now! I'm afraid you don't understand. You might as well go back and ask those doorkeepers in your family. If my fist moves up three inches, you see he still has a way to live? "

"You!"

"What are you?"

"Me!"

"What am I?" Xiao Yun snorted coldly and said in a loud voice, "don't say any more. Are you really a genius in the world and a fool? What is the level of young master Zhao? I'm afraid the way of poetry won't work? But you, the eldest son of the Zhao family, are unparalleled in poetry and painting. Everyone knows your level. Whether this poem is written by him or you, do you still need to say more in this book? Now, young master Zhao came to the review to show Li Guofu. Now he cheated on his abdominal manuscript, didn't he deceive Li Guofu? Do you think Li Guofu is a fool? Can't you see? "

"You spit blood!"

"Oh, if the Zhao family has unparalleled power, you can call deer a horse, but you can overturn right and wrong. I won't say a word today, but... It seems that you Zhao family are not like this?"

In a word, it can be called the heart of punishment.

The scene was once again extremely cold.

Zhao Fengxi's heart jumped wildly, his eyes widened, and he looked at Xiao Yun inconceivably. I don't know why the other party dared to say such heartkilling words. Is it really reckless?

He took a deep breath and immediately said, "at least my brother wrote this poem, but you, young master Xiao, haven't written anything now?"

The crowd immediately looked at the excitement.

Someone even shouted, "yes, childe Xiao, what you said is very good, but now the test questions are in the front, but I haven't seen your action, isn't it... No?"

"I'm afraid I can only talk and don't even write?"

"Oh, have you heard of it? Young master Xiao hasn't been to the student supervisor since childhood, and he hasn't learned from his husband. I'm afraid he really can't write! "

When you say a word to me, the spitting stars coagulate into nails and pierce people's bodies, causing pain.

Li Guofu looked through the small window.

"I really don't know whether this son is a newborn calf or something to rely on. The abdominal manuscript often happens among nobles. After all, it is an indisputable fact that the evaluation depends on the family background and literary talent. There is nothing like him. Moreover, old Xiao has long asked me to give him a top-grade comment. If things get too big, I'm afraid I can't play with them. "

Li Runzhi also smiled bitterly and hurriedly said, "father, why don't I go out now and skip the second level first?"

"No."

Li Guofu waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "look again."

Xiao Yun in the field sneered and shook nothing.

He walked straight to the huge rice paper, waved at the back and said, "Qing'er, come here."

"Oh."

Shangguan qinger didn't know, so she approached the station.

But at this time.

Xiao Yun's arm was drawn in an instant, and Shangguan qinger's short sword came out from the waist.

Miso two swords.

The short sword draws the sword flowers in the air, sweeps the rice paper, and perfectly draws an arc. With a miso, it returns to the scabbard again.

Xiao Yun stretched forward with one hand.

A one foot square rice paper was separated from the whole piece of rice paper and fell gently on Xiao Yun's hand!

The whole set of movements was flowing, and even most people didn't see it clearly. They just felt that the sword flower flashed. As soon as the short sword came out and went in, the rice paper was cut into a square.

wonderful is one's art!

It's easy to draw a sword.

But what about the sword?

At such a speed, how accurate must it be before the short sword can be sheathed?

"Good!"

Some people even couldn't help shouting good, and then found that everyone looked at themselves, so they immediately covered their mouths and lowered their heads.

Xiao Yun also turned to stare at the man and muttered, "you're not coming to the overpass to watch juggling. What's your name?"

After hearing this, the man was ashamed and wanted to find a gap in the ground.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Fengxi believed that Xiao Yun could kill young master Zhao.

This hand... Is a monster!

It seems difficult for those heroes in the Jianghu to make such wonderful means, right?

Then people couldn't help thinking.

Now in front of him was a piece of rice paper. With a flash of sword light, he was cut four times! What if there is a man in front of the sword light?!

I'm afraid if you don't even have time to react, you'll die cleanly, right?

They couldn't help being afraid.

Especially those who had made provocations before, they trembled and ran back. They all retreated to the wall, and then they could go through the wall!

Shangguan qinger stared at his waist dagger blankly, and his eyes were about to come out.

For a while, he asked bitterly, "Yunshao, didn't you say we should keep a low profile?"

Xiao Yun said, "at home, we are all our own people. Naturally, we should keep a low profile. Where do you keep a low profile outside? I'm young and old. Do you need to keep a low profile? "

"Well... Just be happy."

Shangguan qinger found that all the rules were set by Xiao Yunding. What he said was what he could do. He argued with him himself. He was an idiot.

Xiao Yun took rice paper and went to a table.

On the table there are censers, melons and fruits.

There is a portrait hanging on the wall. It should be an ancient literary giant who worshipped with a master's ceremony.

He suddenly reached out and took a fruit, wiped it twice, took a bite, found it not delicious, and threw it aside.

Then he pushed the things on the table aside in full view of the public.

The incense burner poured, the melons and fruits scattered, and there was a mess.

"You!"

"Disrespectful!"

Several people couldn't help shouting.

Xiao Yun turned his head and took a look.

Then they shut up.

And they glared at the people next to them, as if they were not themselves, but others, and they themselves hated this behavior!

Everyone is quick witted to save himself in panic.

"Hum!"

Xiao Yun snorted coldly, turned around, spread the rice paper on it, then took the pen and ink, and sketched it a few times, even if it was finished.

After shaking and waiting for the ink to dry slightly, he went to the front of the large rice paper and spit two mouthfuls of water. He was spitting at the poems written by young master Zhao, and then pasted his rice paper on it.

Rice paper is soft and waxy, and the adhesion of saliva is enough.

Then he turned away with his hands on his back, found a chair and sat down. He was very complacent, just like returning to his own home.

A group of people were full of curiosity and immediately surrounded them.

At the first sight of this "ink treasure", everyone was surprised.

This word... Is really amazing!

"My God, even if you catch a spider, dip it in ink, throw it on the paper and let it crawl, I'm afraid it's better than this word?"

"You're insulting the spider!"

Others immediately agreed.