Great Blue Night Watchman

"The Mingyue Dacang Pass in the Jin Dynasty..."

Two battle walls only three feet high were formed, blocking both sides of the boat.

The battle wall that was a hundred feet high when it came out was now only three feet high. This is the pressure of the holy power.

"bristle……"

A silver moon appeared on the bow of the boat, and the black text on the boat was eliminated, but it could only eliminate the word "ship".

Two ancient poems about war came out at the same time, but he still couldn't escape from the black swamp. His ship and his people were all sliding into the bottomless abyss.

Lin Su's eyes closed suddenly, and a green flute appeared in his palm.

A wisp of sound broke through the air and reached the sky...

The boundless pressure suddenly plummeted, the boat seemed to break out of the quagmire, and the boat slid through the spring river...

Zhou Mei's nearly broken spine suddenly straightened up, and her black hair flew into the air again. She stared at the green bamboo flute beside Lin Su's mouth, and for a moment she didn't know what was happening...

The sound of the flute!

Such a brisk and moving flute sound suddenly came from the most tragic battlefield.

No one knew he could play the flute, and no one knew his flute was so moving.

This song is light and smooth, this song moves forward indomitably, this song is enough to tear through all the haze, enough to turn the war-filled Yangtze River into a spring river flowing thousands of miles with blue waves...

Qu Feiyan already felt something was wrong.

He forcibly integrated his literary world into the real world, which can be said to have brought his literary skills to the highest level. In this state, even a watchman from the Confucian Temple in Beijing would be shocked if he met Lin Su. He was killed without any suspense, but Lin Su made three moves.

One move out of the way, blocking the first wave of killing intent.

A move full of river red provided power to the boat.

The most incredible thing is this piece of music. The brisk melody is completely opposite to his artistic conception. Together with the music, it separates him from reality bit by bit...

This is tantamount to forcibly separating him from the holy way!

What a stunningly talented Lin family monster!

He must find his trump card. If he cannot be killed today, Lin Su will be his devilish obstacle in the future!

His literary heart will still be covered in dust!

His hand suddenly raised, and an antique manuscript appeared. As soon as the manuscript came out, the sky completely disappeared, replaced by a pale yellow sky, and the water of the river instantly turned into pale yellow water.

A gentle sigh between heaven and earth, an old sigh...

Lin Su's flute rippled and broke into pieces. The pieces were all old and withered...

A heavy rain suddenly poured down from the sky. Lin Su saw with his own eyes a drop of heavy rain falling on the bow of the ship, turning into a big word: Broken!

The bow of the boat was broken immediately.

There are countless raindrops falling from the sky, death, injury, sorrow, stones, knives, swords...

Every drop of rain is like a gate to hell, overwhelming the sky and the earth. There is absolutely no life between heaven and earth, not even a bit...

Lin Su's face turned pale, this is a holy treasure!

Qu Feiyan used the holy treasure!

No matter how powerful he is in literature, how can he escape from the holy treasure?

Tonight, he calculated many things correctly, but in the end he underestimated Qu Feiyan. Qu Feiyan's own literary power may not be able to do anything to him, but Qu Feiyan is the dean of Bailu Academy, and his background is very important. He can measure it.

Is this really the case?

Does he really have to die?

Will Zhou Mei next to me also die?

No!

Lin Su's mind was spinning, and his eyebrows were sinking. He was looking for the last straw.

At this moment, the pen above his Wenshan suddenly lit up, as if he suddenly woke up...

The next moment, the pen rushed out of his eyebrows and landed on his hand...

As soon as it fell on his hand, all the literary energy and vitality in Lin Su's body was instantly drained...

He raised his hand with difficulty, like lifting a heavy mountain...

"break!"

One word is earth-shattering, one pen is like holding up the universe, and a faint and vague power of the holy way shoots out from the tip of the pen, chi...

Heaven and earth are separated!

The pale yellow manuscript in the air was torn into pieces with a hiss, and the strange phenomena in the sky disappeared instantly.

Qu Feiyan shouted: "No!"

That mighty force had arrived in front of him, and in the holy light, his eyes were filled with despair...

Just when the mighty power of the Holy Dao was about to tear him apart, the sky where he was suddenly changed...

A snow mountain is transformed into a bright moon above the snow mountain...

Qu Feiyan quickly shrank, blended into the snowy mountains, and disappeared, leaving only a mouthful of blood spat out from him in the air...

The water in the river flows normally.

The boat drifts normally.

It rains normally.

The mist opens and closes normally...

Lin Su stood quietly in front of his head, the pen in his hand pointed at the sky...

Zhou Mei raised her eyes and looked in the direction of his pen, her heart skipping a beat: "Are there any enemies?" With her sharp killer vision, she sensitively noticed that the sky over there was not normal.

Lin Su spoke: "Wu Xinyue, are you here?"

The sky is silent, the wind is heavy and the rain is heavy...

Lin Sudao: "Don't you dare to come out, the holy son of the holy painting saint family? I can tell you, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I just fought with Qu Feiyan, and my literary energy has been exhausted."

Zhou Mei's heart skipped a beat, is it true?

Probably not?

Although it is a high probability that the literary spirit will be exhausted in such a fierce battle between literary and moral principles, you must be lying when you say so.

This is common sense.

There was still no movement in the sky.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour...

The boat has traveled more than ten miles.

Lin Su let out a long breath: "It seems that he is really gone!"

Zhou Mei's heart moved: "You seem to be relieved."

"Of course, I just played a game of virtuality and reality, and realism and virtuality. An hour ago, I really ran out of literary energy. If he shows up at that time, we are really done."

Zhou Mei's heart skipped a beat: "So, you deliberately exposed your weakness to make him doubtful and afraid to come down?"

"This is the weakness of human nature. The more exposed I am, the more suspicious he becomes!" Lin Su smiled extremely happily.

Zhou Mei stared at him, not knowing what to say.

She has never been a fool, and she is also an expert at acting in secret. Her experience in fighting enemies and her planning, she thinks she is no worse than anyone else, but compared with him, she suddenly feels like she is still a child playing in the mud in the yard. .

She didn't notice that there was a person above the clouds who seemed to have suddenly swallowed a piece of dog shit.

He is Wu Xinyue.

Lin Su was sure of his appearance and his intention to take action, but he used a trick to prevent him from taking action. Afterward, he mocked him. Wu Xinyue was so angry that she almost vomited blood.

That's it, if you miss the opportunity, you can't go back.

Walk!

The clouds in the sky changed, and Wu Xinyue took Qu Feiyan away.

As soon as he left, Lin Su suddenly became weak and fell on the bow of the boat...

Zhou Mei grabbed him and touched the back of his neck with her palm. The back of his neck was covered with sweat...

A person of his level would not sweat even if he fought fiercely for three hours, and the wind and rain could not get his clothes wet, but the back of his neck was sweating.

"you……"

Lin Su slowly raised his head: "You forgot to ask me whether my literary spirit and true energy have recovered until now."

"You...you haven't recovered?" Zhou Mei was shocked.

"What I said just now pretending to be relaxed was still a tactic, and now they have really left." Lin Su sighed: "I'll lend you your thigh!"

He rested his head on Zhou Mei's lap and closed his eyes.

Zhou Mei opened Kazi Lauder's big eyes and looked at the handsome boy lying on her lap, full of distrust.

If you tell the truth, are you taking advantage of me?

Lin Su is a strange person with rejuvenation seedlings!

Theoretically, there is no chance that he will run out of literary energy!

Even if it is really exhausted, he will definitely be able to recover within an hour!

Others don't know this, but Wu Xinyue knows it, because he is also a person who has participated in Qinglian Taoism. He knows how fast a person's literary spirit can recover after a green lotus enters the Tao Sea and sets foot on Qingfeng as the leader.

Therefore, he believed Lin Su's words.

But he would never have imagined that Lin Su was telling the truth.

Lin Su's literary energy was really exhausted this time.

And his energy was really exhausted.

and……

It really hasn’t recovered until now!

Why is this?

The root cause was Weiyang's pen. Weiyang's pen had drained all his literary energy and vitality, and his recovery was surprisingly slow.

No one knows the reason, but Lin Su has been in awe of Weiyang Brush since then.

He really didn't dare to touch this thing.

This thing is too overbearing.

When used, it can kill others, and after using it, it can kill himself...

The sun was setting and he didn't wake up.

Night came and he didn't wake up.

It was windy and rainy, and the boat was bumping up and down. He slept soundly with his pillow on Little Witch Zhou's thigh.

Little Witch Zhou's legs were numb, and she wanted to wake him up, but maybe because Lin Su was a bit handsome, she was a little reluctant, so she just held on until the next morning.

Lin Su finally opened his eyes. To be precise, he opened one eye and looked at the little witch quietly.

The little witch also looked at him quietly: "Have you recovered now?"

"Recovered now!"

"Isn't it no longer a tactic for suspicious soldiers?"

"The soldiers are all gone, why are you so suspicious?"

"Okay then, get up and sing to me!"

"No way? I just had a life-or-death battle, and I spent the whole night recovering from my injuries. Shouldn't you get me something to eat and drink first?"

"I have no trust in you at all. I think your so-called recuperation is actually an excuse. The fundamental purpose is to gain my thigh..."

Depend on! Girl, you are really a witch. It’s okay to think about this in your mind, but it’s embarrassing to say it out loud...

"Okay, okay, I moved my thighs, but they were numb from your pillow..." Zhou Mei stood up, twisted her waist, stretched her legs, and plunged into the Yangtze River, and quickly caught a big fish with a flick of her finger. Then, he turned into a sharp sword, peeled off the scales and dug out the internal organs, and magically took out a stove. Soon, under the action of the fire magic stone, the fish meat became fragrant.

"Where's the top Baiyunbian?"

The two of them were eating fish and drinking Baiyun. What does it mean when it's windy and rainy?

The Yangtze River flows all the way to Quzhou...

"You defeated Qu Feiyan with Wen Dao, does that count as creating a Wen Dao legend?" The little witch raised her glass and signaled to him.

"Is defeat enough?" Lin Su narrowed his eyes.

Zhou Mei's heart skipped a beat: "I can roughly imagine what the spearhead will be like next time you come to Beijing."

"How do you think it will be pointed out?"

"Challenge the White Deer Academy, push forward all the way, and then have a literary battle, killing Qu Feiyan at the foot of the White Deer Mountain!"

Lin Su was stunned: "This is too cruel. Do you want to create a literary aesthetic of violence?"

"Are you feeling excited?"

"Somewhat!"

"Sing or recite poetry? Choose one..."

Little Witch Zhou has the light of a little fox in her eyes...

Lin Su patted his head: "The injury is not healed yet, I'll lend you my thigh again..."

He grabbed her thigh directly and fell down.

Zhou Mei gritted her teeth: "I didn't catch anything. I put my thigh out twice. Lin, remember this. If you tease me again, I'll... I'll play with you."

"For example?" Lin Su opened another eye.

"For example, your size... do you think I don't know what you are thinking?" Zhou Mei took action directly and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, Lin Su held his mouth. The fish he had eaten in the morning felt like it wanted to escape from his stomach.

What did he see?

Several floating corpses floated on the river. The corpses were soaked to death. At some point, countless wood residues appeared on the river.

Zhou Mei sighed: "Looking at this situation, Nanjiang Mansion should be lacking a dike again."

Lin Su stood up: "There's no way we can ride on this boat. Let's go to heaven!"

As a result, the wonderful scene of rafting in the river disappeared, and the two of them went up to the sky. The small boat they were riding in circled several times and hit a large piece of wood in front of them, scattering in all directions. Finally, the wish of the boat boss when he set off was realized...

Two hours later, Lin Su saw the Haining embankment above the clouds.

The clouds were low and the waves were rolling. The water of the Yangtze River hit the Haining embankment with a force that swallowed the sky and the earth. The river embankment was like a strong lock, locking the embankment firmly.

On the embankment, countless people were running, and there was an official in red standing on the eagle's beak, like a javelin in the storm. He is Yang Wenze, the prefect of Haining.

"Sir, don't worry. This year's flood will be similar to last year. There can be no problems with the Haining embankment." said Sun Datou next to him.

"Although floods are dangerous, they are not as dangerous as the people's hearts!" Yang Wenze lowered his head slowly: "This year's floods may not be more severe than last year, but this year's stormy waves are ten times and a hundred times stronger than last year!"

Capt. Sun sighed: "Sir, are you worried about someone sabotaging it?"

"Send the order, the three squadrons of yamen officers will be deployed to control the whole area. If anyone dares to damage any brick or stone on Haining River Beach, he will be shot to death!"

"yes!"

Mr. Sun suddenly stood upright.

Suddenly a voice came from the air: "Brother Wenze, don't worry, all the great scholars from Haining Academy are dispatched. There are great scholars controlling every key point. No matter what extreme situation occurs, there are countermeasures."

"Thank you, Brother Baoshan!" The frown on Yang Wenze's face relaxed.

Welcome the mountain falling from the sky.

Holding the mountain and landing on the eagle's mouth: "You want you to thank me? I hold the mountain in Haining University, and that guy just paid some dirty money and you think it's his? I'm guarding my life's hard work, but it's not Help you, let alone help him... Hey, Brother Wenze, is there any news about that kid?"

Although he kept saying that he was not satisfied with that kid, he still couldn't help but focus on that kid after saying three words...

"I was a little worried about hearing news about him, so I didn't bother to inquire about him..."

Baoshan laughed loudly: "Are you still worried about him? He is ten times smarter than the foxes in Qingqiu! This time when he went to Beijing, Zhao Xun killed him directly. Look at this method..."

Yang Wenze changed his color: "You...why did you say it was him?"

"Okay, okay, I didn't say it was him in front of others, it's just the two of us talking about it. What's the big deal? Why are you so nervous?"

"I'm not nervous, but...it's just...this matter is taboo. Think about it. In the early stage, Zhang Wenyuan came and killed all the men out of nowhere. In less than a month, Zhao Xun followed closely. Your Majesty estimated that My eyes are all red..."

Suddenly, his voice was muted, staring at the sky, his beard flying...

Baoshan also raised his eyes, looking at the sky as a figure came from a distance and landed in the Lin family...

"He is back!"

Baoshan shouted: "I said you don't have to worry about him, right? Zhao Xun is dead, His Majesty is furious, and he is back alive and kicking without missing a hair?"

The government officials below all raised their heads, so surprised.

Yang Wenze slapped himself on the forehead, completely speechless.

Baoshan, Baoshan, please be patient. If you continue to talk so openly, if you destroy this champion’s head and delay my son’s future, I will never be done with you.

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