The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 17 The good wind uses its power to send me to the blue clouds!

The Green Fox King, who was hanging in mid-air, looked extremely ugly.

What does Prince Ming want to do?

Are you ready to fight to the death?

As the Green Fox King thought, his hands turned into green flames. The flames spread like rain falling from the sky, and the surrounding snowflakes turned into curls of water vapor, rising upwards.

But when the flames touched the city wall, countless armored heroes raised their spears again, and the spears formed a line of defense, blocking all the flames three inches away from the tip of the spear.

After this blow, the golden light on the heroic spirit also dimmed a little.

Then, the rolling stones were thrown towards the city wall by the monster standing at the front.

Countless vertical ladders were erected on the city wall, and the densely packed monsters climbed up bit by bit like insects in succession.

A red vine was wrapped around Song Lanyi's wrist, and the vine extended outward, like an inconspicuous line of blood on the city wall.

However, just like this vine, after absorbing tons of demonic blood, faint golden threads grew out of the branches.

Song Lanyi's expression was a little strange at this time.

Because she could feel that while the little bud was absorbing blood, it was also rapidly becoming stronger.

When the little bud itself reaches saturation, it will feed back the power in the blood to Song Lanyi herself.

In other words, her current physical fitness is strengthening at an incredible speed.

Whether in terms of strength, agility or insight, they are all rapidly improving.

Fortunately, this kind of elevation is not unlimited. When it reaches a certain critical point, it will gradually stop and become the foundation in the body, waiting for future breakthroughs and then transformed into strength.

It can be said that Song Lanyi's strength at this time is much higher than that of the ninth grade, and can rival the average eighth grade. However, if he is fighting against a proud man of the same realm, it would still be too much if he does not use other means.

Song Lanyi looked at the strong bow in his hand, threw it aside decisively, and then picked up a big hammer from the other side.

When no one was paying attention, she walked to the ladder. When a monster with animal ears appeared from the city wall, she hit the monster on the head with a quick and precise blow.

"boom!"

With one successful blow, Yaoman's head suddenly exploded from the inside like a broken watermelon, and his red and white brains flowed all over the floor.

Gongsun Ji turned his head subconsciously, and then... he looked at the big hammer in Song Lanyi's hand, and then at the way she lifted the hammer easily with one hand, and a question mark slowly emerged.

Your sister!

What is your cultivation level?

Please! You are just a pharmacist!

Song Lanyi ignored Gongsun Ji's strange eyes and instead threw herself into the ocean of whack-a-mole.

Although this whack-a-mole... is a little bloody.

At this moment, a group of black hawks suddenly appeared above the city wall. The hawks' eyes were like hooks, and a long cry resounded through the sky.

At the moment when the screams were heard, there were many soldiers on the city wall swaying, their cheeks pale and bloodless.

There were even a few soldiers who could not resist the screams. In their daze, they even lost their feet and fell under the city wall.

Gongsun Ji came back from his daze. When he saw this scene, he became furious and said, "You beast, how brave!"

He spit out a red heart, and the red heart glowed. In an instant, the Taoist heart turned into an object and turned into a five-color feather fan.

He estimated the distance between himself and the falcon, and frowned slightly in his heart, but in the end he just sighed in his heart.

If you have not reached the third level, you cannot walk in the air.

At least...that's how Confucianism and Taoism are.

This is also the most regrettable shackles for these people.

If someone below the third level can walk in the air, how can he tolerate the miscellaneous beasts in the sky causing chaos?

As his mind raced, Gongsun Ji was about to take action, but when Song Lanyi whispered a few words in his ear, his eyes suddenly shone.

But the time was tight at this moment, so he didn't care to say anything more. He waved his feather fan and slowly took a breath in his belly, as if there was a huge amount of pride rising in his chest:

"Thousands of threads will never change, let him gather and divide as he goes. There is no reason to laugh at the age."

"The good wind, with its power, sends me to the blue clouds."

The sentence "The good wind, with its power, sends me to the blue clouds" is exactly what Song Lanyi whispered just now.

I saw a strong wind blowing out of thin air on the city wall.

Gongsun Ji rose up in the wind, with his beard fluttering, wearing a silk scarf on his head and holding a feather fan, like an immortal under the moon.

He raised his hand, blew his feather fan, and shouted loudly, "The wind is coming!"

Then, there was another cry, "Add to the fire!"

A flame the size of a lantern was rising in the wind at this moment. In a very short distance, the strong wind and the fierce fire attached the flame to their feathers before the falcons dispersed.

Seeing this, Gongsun Ji felt unprecedentedly happy inside.

How many times?

How many times, because they are limited to the third level and cannot fly in the air, they can only use bows and arrows or even spells and poems to attack the beastly beasts.

However, the power of these things will weaken after a certain distance.

Moreover, with the distance buffer, Yaman can easily dodge these attacks with its own speed.

But, after today, everything is different.

The song "Good wind, with its power, sends me to the blue clouds" is enough to change the current situation.

In fact, it is not that there are no similar poems and essays written at present, but these poems and essays are either too rare or too obscure. To put it simply, they just don't work.

If the poetry is not good, it means that the talent attached to the poetry is not much, and the vision transformed into it is not strong.

However, based on Gongsun Ji's experience, although Song Lanyi's poem may not be spread all over the world, it is suitable for being out of the county.

Even after being recited by people all over the world, it is possible to rise to the level of "Dafu".

Thinking this way, Gongsun Ji felt better.

He slowly landed on the city wall, squinting and watching as the falcons were burned into flaming clouds. The demonic barbarian army in the distance did not dare to act rashly, and even the speed of attacking the city gradually slowed down.

He smiled and patted Song Lanyi on the shoulder, "Miss Song, you have a promising future."

As soon as Song Lanyi's mind turned around, her words came out smoothly, "The future is promising and life is worth living. Use dreams as horses and live up to your time?"

Gongsun Ji was stunned, a little hesitant, and asked in a low voice, "Is this some kind of secret message?"

Now it was Song Lanyi's turn to be speechless, and she whispered, "How about... you give it a try?"

Gongsun Ji was stunned for a moment, and then gave Song Lanyi angrily, "This joke is really cold."

Why is this man still beating others?

A gentleman's revenge is never too late.

It was too late in the day for the little girl to take revenge.

Song Lanyi smiled and said, "Sir, I remember you once said that even if you empty out the prince's treasury..."

"Shhhhhh!" Gongsun Ji looked nervous, "Little Miss Song, be careful that the walls have ears."

Song Lanyi felt relieved.

Gongsun Ji also took the opportunity to realize that Song Lanyi was pretending to be powerful.

For a moment, I couldn't help but laugh.

He looked at the demons and barbarians who were gradually withdrawing their troops, and suddenly thought of something, and became a little confused, "Miss Song, I have a question, why are most of the poems you mentioned only half? It's like the sentence 'I'm willing to be cut off, and I dare to drag the generals'

Get off your horse.' And today's sentence..."

Song Lanyi tilted her head and just smiled, "Sir, do you know what my Taoist heart is?"

Gongsun Ji frowned in confusion.

Why did you mention this suddenly?

Song Lanyi turned her head and looked ahead at the swaying wind and snow, her eyes revealing memories, "My Taoist heart is just a dream..."

This dream is not a dream in the dream space.

But like a dream and a bubble...the past.

And buried underground... five thousand years of poetry, wine and romance.

Oh my god, I was so fascinated by coding that I lost track of time.

Sorry, sorry, I will set it up in advance in the future.

Sorry everyone!

If I have something to do tonight, I will post the manuscript. I have also set it up in advance.

(End of chapter)