After the global recovery, I traveled through

Tooth for tooth. "

With the blessing of Wenquxingxing, it has a powerful sound.

The author has something to say: Little Monkey King Sanlian: There is no hope, just wait for death. Say goodbye.

Birds can refer to birds, beasts, or just birds. Here, they only refer to birds.

If the move is awkward, I'll change it, ugh.

Chapter 193 Shinto Merit (May Day)

Blood for blood, tooth for tooth.

Mr. Peacock read these words, and the frivolous smile on his face slowly disappeared.

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

Mr. Peacock sighed: "Little Monkey King, look at such a weak little girl, she always says things that even adults can't say, and she pretends to be mature. How can it not be funny?"

Sun Qitian waited, but did not wait for Mr. Peacock's next words. He muttered: "The answer is not what the question was asked."

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

The white paper full of black characters formed two long dragons and flew 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.

Mr. Peacock's contemptuous ridicule lingered in her ears. She picked up the pen again and wrote four words:

Debts must be paid.

What is he laughing at? Laugh at her for not overestimating her abilities, laugh at her for speaking nonsense, laugh at her for a woman actually being the commander-in-chief?

Or laugh at her for not being able to save her friends, laugh at her that her moves are limited and can't move forward, or laugh at her for being in such a miserable state for the past five days?

"Don't laugh, Lord, lying drunk on the battlefield. How many times have you fought in ancient times?"

The first line of the poem emerged, and the laughter of Mr. Peacock disappeared completely at some point.

The literati have no power to tie the chicken. If they want to protect their home and country instead of sitting back, they can only rely on the power of Wen Quxing.

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 were quarrelsome, and she has been working hard in the direction of using literary energy.

Writing and ink, speaking and writing, fighting with each other, talking on paper...

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

Moreover, she almost broke through the southern battlefield on the second day.

In the human battlefield, east, west, north and south, only here, the human race has the upper hand.

"It is better to be a centurion than a scholar."

The second line of the poem emerged, and the literati who fell weak to the ground burst into tears.

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

“A general dies in a hundred battles, and a strong man returns 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 victoriously, and the monarch and his ministers enjoying themselves together.

How to be happy.

She threw out the paper with the words "Every debt must be paid", bit the tip of her tongue, and shouted:

"Even if I lose my life here, I still want to kill the Little Dragon King to avenge the prince!"

Wenquxing made a shattering sound.

The gathering of scholars from all over the world has caused the Wen Palace to break apart, and they are determined to trace the murderer and avenge the blood!

Lin Xingtao passed through the gleaming words and walked steadily towards Chen Jueying.

Behind him, the Mauryan King shook his emerald green feather crown, making a soothing rustling sound.

The coverts spread out, the feathers quivered, and the eye circles emitted dizzying rainbow colors.

For five days, the Peacock King and the Peacock Master spent the human race's physical strength and ambition like this.

As Lin Xingtao got closer and closer, the emerald green light had replaced the sky, almost covering up the brightness of Wenqu Star.

Lin Xingtao brought his own background and listened to the poems that the literati kept reciting. In their disbelieving eyes, he came to Chen Jueying unscathed and relaxed.

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

Of course it's useless, because these poems were spread to this world through Lin Xingtao's mouth.

It seemed strange to him. Did he leave so many poems?

One sentence after another, finally, there are four characters: "Every debt must be paid."

The last time debts must be paid was in Prince Lang's Mansion, where 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 death.

However, Lin Xingtao walked through.

There was no explosion-like sound, just silent breathing.

It was as if the blow that was placed on Chen Jueying and everyone 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 confused, and other expressions appeared on her cold face besides the previous anger and pain.

Lin Xingtao saw her scarred arm with bones exposed.

No monster can get close to her, and she made those wounds herself.

This look is not only to use blood as ink, but also to avoid being confused by the flickering feathers of the Maurya King.

She had to have her buttocks stabbed with a headband to stay awake.

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

Only her eyebrows look like Chen Kele on her face, and she is very heroic. The eyes, nose, and mouth are all soft and beautiful. No wonder Mr. Peacock would talk about such a weak little girl.

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

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

"The descendant of General Chen Kele of the Great Chu, Chen Wenxuan, is the contemporary Wenquxing. The Wenquxing Tianxing is born. Chen Jueying, the eldest daughter of the Chen family, is born." Lin Xingtao read it once, causing Chen Jueying's mouth to twitch.

This is her name, but she said it not only to shock the monsters, but also to put pressure on herself.

Before Wang Yun, she was the only Tianxing born in the entire human race.

How much did she bear?

Lin Xingtao asked: "Wenquxing's power to learn from history, how come it is gone?"

A white shadow flashed in front of him.

Chen Jueying held the sword with her thin arms and rushed towards Lin Xingtao.

At the same time, the last line of the poem came out of 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.

All around was quiet.

The peacock king's tail feathers stopped shaking.

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

"Riding a horse and neighing a jade bridle."

This was not a poem about war, and the original poem was even used to warn against extravagance, but after the words of the First Emperor, this poem became the backbone of the Chen family.

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

Peacock Prince shook his fan again and asked in confusion: "Was it the little dragon king who just recited the poem?"

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

The little monkey king tapped the golden stick with his fingers, looked in front of Zhao Lue, and said: "You are wrong, it was not summoned by her."

A figure blocked the tip of the sword.

It was not Chen Kele, but Chen Wenxuan.

Peacock Prince was surprised to hear Zhao Lue ask about the strange phenomenon: "I'm asking you, why is the power of learning from history gone?"

Chen Wenxuan replied: "Learn from history, use history as a mirror, and reflect existing things. It will die as a dragon of luck."

"Why, why..." Chen Jueying's voice broke the suddenly weird atmosphere.

Lin Xingtao looked down and found that she was staring at him.

But he still held back his tears.

He sighed, and finally couldn't bear to hide it anymore.

He helped her up and said, "The general died in a hundred battles, and the warrior returned after ten years. Tell me, what is the next sentence."

It seemed that there was a strange force oppressing, and Wenquxing's voice was not as loud as this light question.

Chen Jueying was startled and murmured: "-Return to see the emperor, the emperor sits in the Mingtang."

The emperor.

How dare I not answer the emperor's question.

The soldiers must see the emperor after the battle.

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

Suddenly, Wenquxing jumped greatly, breaking the glory of the Peacock King.

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

Two people walked from afar.

One held a gun, with stars on his head and his armor rustling. It was Wang Yun, the King of Luo, and the Wuquxing Tianxing came to the world.

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The man walked in front of the King of Luo, wearing a royal robe.

The literati in the world looked at each other silently, and then they all knew who this person was.

They bowed silently: "Meet His Majesty the First Emperor!"

Another strange phenomenon occurred.

Four hundred years ago, the literati were just as the First Emperor said, hiding and not coming out, which could be called cowardly.

The warriors, the Xiling Iron Cavalry, the Chu King Army, and the Eighteen Generals of Changlin fought for the world.

The empress conferred titles all over the world. Although she did not despise the literati, the literati could not get enough rewards like the military officers.

It can be said that until he left, the First Emperor had never seen the literati in the court or even in the Great Chu.

At this moment, a shadow appeared behind each literati.

The shadows bowed their heads and bowed their hands, asking for forgiveness from the First Emperor.

The day they saw the First Emperor again was the day to ask for forgiveness. He said: "I was weak in the past, and I have been here for a hundred years. Today, I am fighting to the death, and my character has become."

The character of the literati is built by history.

The First Emperor did not speak, but Wang Yun shouted loudly: "The First Emperor said that the Great Chu should have both civil and military skills! Neither is indispensable!"

Wu Quxing went out brazenly, and was picked up by Wang Yun with a spear to the side of Wen Quxing.

When the two were close to each other, the sky was bright, and the Peacock King cried out, and all his tail feathers were broken.

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

"Mr. Peacock, don't move yet."

"I'll ask you a question for the Little Dragon King."

"The Little Dragon King's name is Zhao Lue. What do you think the name of Chu Shi Huang was?"

——Lin Xingtao.

Mr. Peacock's words came to his lips, and then he was horrified.

Thinking of the previous questions, the love between a human and a demon, and the truth of Sha Po Lang, he seemed to understand something.

In his eyes, the Little Dragon King smiled, and his voice echoed on the battlefield:

"Since there is no history to learn from, I will teach you a new trick."

"This trick is called Wen Tao Wu Lue!"

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

It was not the power of Wen Quxing, but the emperor's words became laws, and his words were followed by laws.

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

The word "Tao" flew to Chu Shi Huang, and the word "Lue" was caught in his hand.

He shouted to the west: "Where is Sha Po Lang!"

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

Lin Xingtao whispered: "Chen Jueying, although he cried miserably, Zhang Kuangji didn't think he was embarrassed."

"Zhang Kuangji is proud of him because he defended his family and country even to death, and because he was recognized by the three stars of Qisha, Pojun, and Greedy Wolf."

“He is an unprecedented three-star star coming to the world.”

"The prince who dared not hold up a weapon is dead, and the one who has been resurrected is my King Lang of Da Chu."

"I'm proud of him too."

After saying the last sentence, Chen Jueying choked suddenly and raised his 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 think Wenquxing is embarrassed, Chen Jueying: Why are you such a bastard?

Lin Xingtao: Don't be afraid, I am the god of secondary diseases, Long Aotian, who did not exist ten years ago, the master of awkward poems and songs, the king of forcing, and an expert at forcing tears. It’s not me who’s wrong, it’s the author! ! !

Author: It has nothing to do with me.

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