Kacha—

In the lake, Yu Zi, who was attacking her heart with a fire, seemed to hear a light sound similar to the shattering of glass. When she heard it carefully, it seemed to be a buzzing sound of the bowstring stretching to the limit and then letting go. The scene in front of her was shaking and quickly moving away from her side, including their voices, as far away as if coming from the distant sky. Yu Zi was dizzy and pale in her face. She subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to find an object to maintain the center of gravity.

【Weiheng?】

【Weiheng!】

[The dead girl who lost money hasn't she got out yet?]

The sharp and noisy sound is like a needle pricking into the eardrum.

Yu Zi suddenly opened her eyes, and a face that she had never thought of for many years appeared before her. The old woman had a kind face, gentle eyebrows and eyes, no edges, round eyes, and a smile from her natural relatives. She stood there in a coarse linen linen, holding a bamboo basket. At first glance, she looked like an old ancestor from an ordinary family...

There is also a man next to the old woman.

The man has a straight facial features, a full heavenly court, and a natural and honest appearance. The old couple stood side by side. Who wouldn’t say that they were fair and kind parents? They had to be the kind of life and death!

Yu Zi looked at it but couldn't help but tremble all over!

He shouted in his heart that he drew his sword and chopped the old beast.

But her hands and feet were not controlled, and the old woman let her fingers poke her eyebrows, and she passed it over and left a scorching red mark. The old woman's mouth was still sour and mean: [You don't take off your pants and squat down and pee, what are you? What's the harm that will hurt your family? Do you want to piss off? Tell you to kiss me, are you brave enough to run away?]

After saying that, he grabbed Yu Zi's left hand.

Her husband grabbed Yu Zi's right hand with a calm face.

The two of them were about to catch the New Year pig and drag her away.

Yu Zi's hatred soared to the extreme, and her mind was full of [eliminating all obstacles at any cost]. Suddenly, she had a premonition that she could move. Just as she was about to draw the sword, her shoulder was subjected to the opposite force. Someone pressed her shoulder and dragged her in the opposite direction.

Judging from the strengths of the two, it is not the same person.

Yu Zi turned her head and saw two faces.

One is very clear, it is her uncle in a long scribe robe; the other is very squid, but judging from the squid dress that is white and clean, the other is a woman. Yu Zi can't see the woman's face clearly, but she intuition that the other person should be gentle and beautiful.

Yu Zi opened her mouth.

A name that had been away for many years was choked in his throat.

The woman chuckled and said: [Weiheng.]

Uncle said: [It is to be killed when encountering evil spirits.]

Yu Zi turned her head and looked at the direction of the old couple. They had some idea of ​​when the two of them merged into one. Their hideous heads kept calling for life-seeking words. Their hands and feet stretched out very long, and they wanted to drag her away with their teeth and claws. Yu Zi held the hilt of the sword.

With a cold face, he drew his sword out of the sheath.

The monster sneered, with endless malicious voices, like a man but not a man, like a woman but not a woman, like a ghost, stretched his neck very long, one left and one right in her ear: [Killing a relative? These two are your blood relatives. Unworthy descendants kill blood relatives for a temporary grudge. This matter will spread all over the world in the future. How can you Yu Weiheng stand in the cone?]

Yu Zi's knuckles turned white and blue due to force.

The other party continued to bewitch her in her ears: [You are not as good as Lin Lingde, and are not as good as you everywhere! She is a noble daughter from a noble family, and she is in a famous family. What about you? Your biological mother was sold out slightly, and you can do whatever you want, and you can have a child with your own hands, and you will become a mother in vain! You have been begging for several years. If it weren't for the opportunity, where would you be? If you starve to death, freeze to death, or go to be a secret prostitute to welcome him and send him off? This ending should be your original life! Now, are you worthy? Anything that does not belong to you will be lost sooner or later...]

[In terms of talent, she is the second-level top student, what about you?]

[In terms of her teacher, she studied under Chu Wuhui, one of the three heroes. Chu Yao took you for a while because of the slander of others. Your uncle still had an old grudge with him. In terms of fame, Lin Feng is Lin Hucao, who is loved and admired by the common people. What achievements do you have to praise? You are much older than her and gather your literary heart later than her. Now you have not even understood the way of scholars. Tsk--]

The heads of men and women murmured in her ears.

The first and second words of heart-killing follow.

Finally, the two heads spoke in unison.

【You should rot in the ground!】

【Take off your clothes!】

【There is no place for you to stand here!】

[The mud should look up at the sky in the mud!]

Yu Zi narrowed her eyes slightly and sneered: [Is it finished?]

The two heads were brushed against her face, and a sinister smile appeared: [Do you think we are your Grandma Ahon? No, Yu Weiheng, we are yourself!]

Two twisted faces turned into Yu Zi's face.

But before they could be proud of anything, the smile on their faces froze. As the head flew, the black blood covered Yu Zi's face. Although they couldn't see the expression on her face clearly, the gloomy eyes were very bright: [So what?]

[No one is perfect, isn't it?]

[Do not care about the mind, right?]

[Why use the standards of saints to demand ordinary people?]

The uncle and the woman standing behind Yu Zi had dissipated at some point, and before they dissipated, there was a gratifying smile on the corner of her lips. Yu Zi took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from the sword's edge cleanly, and pressed her thumb back to retract the scabbard: [I don't mind.]

Kacha!

The sound of the shattering of glass is clearer.

The darkness under your feet began to collapse.

The two heads and mouths made a chuckle like a wind-like chuckle, melting into a pool of water. Yu Zi stepped over without looking at it. The scenery in front of her changed again, and the shouts of killing on the battlefield clearly came into her ears, as if they were her illusion before.

but--

Yu Zi knew very well, that was not an illusion.

She spent a quarter of an hour in consciousness, but reality was only a blink of an eye. At this moment, many subtle changes occurred in her.

The exhausted Dan Mansion is once again filled with pure literary spirit.

A subtle intuition could not be traced back to her mind. Without exploring it, you will know that it is her only word spirit.

Her scribe's way.

Once the thought moves, you will know the whole picture.

Then, Yu Zi's eyes trembled violently!

The joy that had not yet appeared on the corner of her lips was replaced by bitterness, and strong helplessness surged towards her. Yu Zi, who was holding the pillar, subconsciously tightened. The wood chips fell between her palms, leaving a fingerprint of the lake. Soon, her thoughts were hooked back by the gradually blooming blood. Three soldiers with strange appearances joined forces to kill a heavy shield strongman with a broken arm, and their injuries worsened. One of them was worried that the heavy shield strongman would get up again and chop off his head with a knife.

The head rolled to her feet, and blood spurted.

Add another layer to the blood marks that had not dried up at the corner of her skirt.

"Weiheng, why don't you go down first?"

After Lu Ji supported Tu Rong, another nearly ground-to-ground blast retreat. Two hammers broke the enemy's leg bones, slid up, and made a hammer to the enemy's head, which could be considered as clearing the enemy soldiers climbing up the city wall. Just as he was about to take a breath, he saw that Yu Zi's face was not good.

Thinking about Yu Zi's situation, it must be that his literary spirit has been exhausted.

Yu Zi pursed her lips and said, "I'm fine."

The attack was a full of literary spirit. The enemy who was not enough to stop rushed down the ladder, and the soldier in charge hurriedly followed. Yu Zi's eyes were filled with guilt and struggled: "Zhi Zong, you don't have to watch here."

Lu Ji said: "Can you hold on?"

Yu Zi's smile was complicated: "I can."

As he spoke, his uncle's previous chats appeared in his mind. He said that literary scholars were a strong sense of fate. Because they could express themselves, they should be more cautious in their words and actions. No one knew whether the cause that had been unintentional in his words would be a fruit in the future.

Yu Zi closed her eyes hard and opened them again.

There was no hesitation left in my eyes.

As she opened her mouth, the literary spirit in the Dan Mansion became restless like boiling water, and it poured out along the meridians of all limbs and bones.

"Evil purple and rob vermilion!"

As soon as the spirit of the word came out, a thick purple mist emitting a sinister aura flew out from her palm, and a strong wind blew up instantly. The sound of the wind whimpered with ghostly whimpering like sobs and complaining. It gathered in the air into a huge ball of a man, bombarding!

The movement here quickly attracted the attention of several people.

Kang Shi initially thought that Jiang Sheng might have exploded. After all, Jiang Sheng was the only scholar among them who had a perfect and complete literary palace, and his pomp was quite good. However, when he sensed the literary spirit, he found that something was wrong. This was not Jiang Sheng's literary spirit!

Lin Feng, who was thinking about how to use the [Corpse Vine] to expand the results of the battle, felt something, and looked over: "Weiheng?"

The master of the literary spirit that exploded was Yu Zi!

only--

Yu Zi's literary spirit lost the peace and integrity of the past, with a little more cold and strange aura, and vaguely with an uncomfortable and vicious and dirty manner. However, these literary spirits are harmless and orderly, and they are not as if they are out of control, which makes her feel relieved.

Others' reactions were similar.

Only Luan Xin's face appeared a little strange after several breaths. Others didn't know what happened, but Luan Xin was different. Anyone's information was made public in front of him, naturally including Yu Zi, who had just awakened the way of scholars.

This is a brand new way of scholars.

To some extent, it's his.

Considering that it might be useful in the future, Luan Xin took the time to take a look. With just a glance, his face couldn't be tense, and he sighed again in his heart - why did the lord commit evil deeds? Just attracting these high-risk masters of scholars?

[Evil purple and rob vermilion]!

When using the way of literati, you can seize the luck of your lord, colleagues and even enemies in exchange for 80% of your own rewards. You can seize as many enemies as you sacrifice your own people... This way of literati is not called "damaging others and benefiting yourself" is simply unreasonable! It's just that the way of literati is the latest, and more specific information needs to be explored...

But...

The tone at the beginning is destined to be impossible to be friendly to the scribes. In-depth research and exploration are likely to be unethical.
To be continued...