Xiaosheng is not a nerd

Chapter 272
Zhang Zhengyang inside the barrier saw the demon man twisted and struggling, he didn't hold back his hands anymore, he saw the three calm people sitting cross-legged on the ground, with fierce eyes, he approached and waved his palms to press down on the ceiling of two of them.

When he dropped his palm, his hands were imprisoned. Zhang Zhengyang was surprised and said the truth of the imprisonment!

At this time, Wang Wanzhi's body was limp, and a mouthful of fresh blood spewed out of her mouth, which directly stained the gray cloth covering her face red, and the low Sanskrit voice lingering in the world also stopped.

The demon who was struggling in pain seemed to break free in an instant, and even more frantically rushed towards Zhang Zhengyang.

At the same time, the expressions of the three sitting cross-legged began to twist again.

Zhang Lingluo saw the mystery. When Wang Wanzhi used the mantra of congratulations and handprints, he used another mantra to control Tang Shu, shouting: "Uncle Tang, don't make trouble and influence Mr. Wang."

What responded to Zhang Lingluo was Zhang Zhengyang's miserable cry. His body was imprisoned, and he was slapped by the devil's palm forcibly, hitting the edge of the barrier, and was seriously injured. He had the same fate as Liu Guangmu.

Seeing that Zhang and Liu were about to die tragically at the hands of the demon killer, Wang Wanzhi's handprints changed, and the vowels of Fanfan revived again.

Heaven and earth return to peace.

"Thank you sir."

Lu Zi called out, and Xie Fu walked to the couple's side and called out "Lord Xie Ting", but didn't know what to say.

Xie Jing smiled: "Young Master Xie, the time we met was too short to have a chance to have a good time with each other. This canopy ruler is my treasure, and I give it to you now as a commemoration of our acquaintance."

Lu Zi trembled when she heard the words, she knew what it meant for her husband to give away this canopy ruler, she looked at her husband sadly and pleadingly.

Xie Jing didn't even look at Lu Zi, and offered the canopy ruler with both hands.

Xie Fu seemed to feel Xie Jing's determination to kill herself, so he didn't accept it for a long time.

Xie Jing smiled: "Young Master Xie may not know the magical function of this canopy ruler. This canopy ruler is made of jujube wood struck by lightning. It is a magic weapon that people in the literary world dream of. It is like a sword in the hands of a swordsman. It can defend oneself Killing the enemy can also kill demons and eliminate demons."

Xie Fu gently stroked the canopy ruler with both hands, but did not take it, "This canopy ruler is just an ordinary ruler in my eyes, it is called the canopy ruler in the hands of the court master, and the court master keeps it. "

Xie Jing smiled faintly: "I don't need him anymore, I have to find a good owner for it." As he spoke, his ten fingers trembled slightly, as if reluctance and nostalgia.

Xie Fulang said: "Tingzhu, please forgive me, is Tingzhu planning to apologise?"

Xie Jing laughed loudly: "The things I did today shamed Wen Ting and made the world feel ashamed. I'm afraid I'll live without face, I'm afraid Young Master Xie will also look down on me."

But Xie Fu said: "In Xie Fu's heart, the court master is right."

Xie Jing was surprised.

Xie Fu said again: "However, the court master did one thing wrong today."

Xie Jing asked, "What's the matter?"

"Brother actually wants to kill himself."

Xie Jing said lightly, "What's the point of living?"

Xie Fu changed his address and said kindly: "Brother, listen to what I said, since it is not tolerated by Wen Ting, why don't you just leave Wen Ting without restraint, and with your literary and moral cultivation, you can heal one person every step you take. With the faith in my heart and my ambitions, wouldn't it be a joy?"

Xie Jing was surprised, as if she was faintly persuaded.

Xie Fu continued: "Brother, there are still many people in this world, waiting for you, a living god, to come and rescue you. If you can see it and don't care about being stigmatized, every step of your good deeds is not the same as that of the sage of literature. good deed."

"Brother, your words enlightened me, I almost died in vain, you are right, I am not afraid of death, why should I be stigmatized."

Xie Jing stood up as she spoke, seemed to be full of ambition for an instant, and said to Xie Fu: "It's just that I'm gone, I don't know when I will meet you again, but I don't even have a chance to have a drink with you."

Xie Fu laughed: "Brother, this glass of thick wine that sticks to your original intention has already drunk me."

"Good virtuous brother, it is really a pleasure to get to know you."

The husband and wife left hand in hand, and the two Tsing Yi Confucian masters stood in front of the husband and wife.

Xie Jing held the canopy ruler in his hand and said proudly: "Although I am exhausted at the moment, the two of you can't stop me."

People who used to be like-minded, but now they are enemies and not friends, and there is nothing to explain.

The two Tsing Yi Confucian masters bowed respectfully: "Master, go slowly."

Then separate the two sides and get out of the way.

Xie Jing laughed out loud, very unrestrained and joyful.

"Miss, I can't even count against you. You tell brother Xie Xian everything, just to let him persuade me."

"Sanggong, from the time you mentioned his name and the things in your eyes, I know that you are of the same kind, and I know that he can convince you."

As Lu Zi spoke, she said softly, "Actually, I have no idea."

Xie Jing asked, "Why didn't you persuade me?"

"Because I'm your woman."

Wang Wanzhi came here this time with a serious illness and demigod body, but after some changes just now, her chakras were damaged, and under the force, her mind was about to fall, and blood oozes from her eyes.

The heart and brain are connected to the eyes, which shows that she is already on the verge of extremely dangerous life.

Since the last trip to Misty Peak, Mr. Yuan Jing missed the appointment, and Wang Wanzhi was very disappointed.

According to her understanding of Mr. Yuan Jing, Mr. Yuan Jing is definitely not a person who missed an appointment. With the deep friendship between the two of them for many years, she firmly believes that even if Mr. Yuan Jing is seriously ill, he will come to meet with his tall old body .

What she is more worried about is that Mr. Yuanjing has...

After returning from Misty Peak, Wang Wanzhi couldn't wait for the Suzhou Water Conservancy Project to be completed, so she went to Yangzhou in person with a rash heart.

After some inquiries based on the correspondence address, she found Yuanming private school. Mr. Yuanjing was indeed as she had imagined, an old gentleman with a clean sleeve.

It's just that the private school has been abandoned, and the good friend and good brother she wanted to see had died of old age and illness a few months ago.

She came too late, and she would never see this childhood sweetheart who accompanied her to warm her spiritually and walked with her during her lonely and helpless years.

Tears flowed out of his eyes along with blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was tears or blood.

After returning to Suzhou, Wang Wanzhi continued to improve water conservancy projects in the streets and alleys during the day. She knew that her time was running out, and before she died, she wanted to leave something behind, which was the remains of her and Mr. Yuanjing.

In the evening, I took up a pen and wrote down the words of mutual condolence.

Suffering from sickness every day and heartache at night, he has become emaciated in less than a month.

When Lu Zi sent someone to find her today, Wang Wanzhi got up from the hospital bed.

Today is also her death day.

Brother, Wanzhi is here, on the Wanghuangquan Road, brother walks slowly, Wanzhi can catch up, and fill Wanzhi's heart's regret of seeing her brother's heroism.

With a sound of wow, a mouthful of blood spit out from her mouth, and the blood-stained gray cloth on her face fell to the ground like a lifeless dead leaf.

While everyone was exclaiming, they could clearly see Wang Wanzhi's face, which was skinny and bony. This face was still oozing blood from seven holes at the moment. It was very terrifying, just like a hungry ghost that just got up from hell.

But seeing this face, no one showed disgust. Instead, they felt majestic reverence in their hearts, and called Mr. Wang heavily from the bottom of their hearts.

They don't know how many times they have heard the words "self-sacrifice for others", and they even feel that such a move is very stupid after hearing too much.

Only Wang Wanzhi at this moment can give them a strong shock. She is so calm, as if she is doing something insignificant.

It's as insignificant as using her life to gently lift up a fallen little girl.

It's not worth sacrificing Wang Wanzhi to help the three of them survive the catastrophe, and even to prevent Zhuang Shengmiao from bleeding into rivers, no matter how many people die, it's not worth it.

There is only one legend, and there is only one woman like Wang Wanzhi in the world.

Even Zhu Jiuchun, a person like Zhu Jiuchun, who is free from good and evil, looks at Wang Wanzhi's figure at this moment, as if looking at the majestic Guanyin's real body, full of solemnity and solemnity, the country is unparalleled, unparalleled...

Xie Fu watched Xie Jing and his wife leave, and suddenly heard an exclamation, turned his head suddenly, and was shocked when he saw Wang Wanzhi's face.

In just over a month, why did he look so skinny? When he saw Misty Peak that day, although his face was yellow and emaciated, his face shone brightly and was full of vitality.

What is the reason that you have become like this in a short period of time, brother, is it that strange disease that is afraid of the cold?
Wang Wanzhi's hands changed into seals, and her pale, blood-stained lips seemed to mutter silently, but the vowels of Sanskrit and Sanskrit filled the sky and the earth continuously.

Bleeding from the tightly closed eyes, his expression was calm and serene, like the merciful Baoxiang Guanyin who shed blood and tears.

For this Wenting Temple Fair, although Xie Fu cared a little like ordinary people, he always kept the attitude of others staying out of it. Only at this moment he wanted to do something to help Wang Wanzhi.

With a tone of asking for help, he said, "Miss Zhang, what should I do?"

Zhang Lingluo always laughed and scolded, and didn't take anything seriously, but now she said with a serious expression: "No, Mr. Wang seems to have been suffering from a serious illness, and he is already in critical condition. I'm afraid he will die before he finishes reading this mantra. "

Xie Fu said, "What are you doing?"

Zhang Lingluo shook her head and sighed, no one could stop what Wang Wanzhi wanted to do.

Xie Fu shouted loudly: "Brother, stop..."

Wang Wanzhi's expression remained the same as before, as if she hadn't heard it, and only the Fanfan vowel responded to Xie Fu...

Xie Fu called his name directly: "Wang Wanzhi, stop!"

Everyone was surprised when they heard the words, and they called Wang Wan by her first name. Anyone who saw her would call out to Mr. Wang disrespectfully.

But when he saw Xie Fu's serious face with anxious expression, he was relieved, and he wanted to say "Wang Wanzhi, stop" in his heart, but the admiration for her had already been deeply rooted in his heart, and he had no right to point it out.

Xie Fu's voice was pleading: "Wang Wanzhi, stop..."

In the end, his tone was like that of an old friend, and he called out softly.

Wanzhi... Wanzhi...

Wang Wanzhi seemed to hear a distant call, which was so kind, like an old friend and a relative, which made her feel warm and comforted.

The lonely soul has a partner, like two childhood sweethearts under the tree, you speak unscrupulous children's words.

Chattering and talking about some ordinary things every day.

Wang Wanzhi was so happy, so happy.

She is not Wang Wanzhi, she is just a child, she does not have to suffer from daily illnesses, she can also remove the mask of indifference and be an ordinary little girl.

Whether I am already on Huangquan Road, sir, you are waiting for me and calling me.

　The second update is at 11 o'clock.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)