Royal Master Painter

Chapter 355
People from other schools are all looking at Vajra Wisdom and even watching the excitement of Sumeru Mansion, a monk known for his compassion, stained with so much blood.

Seeing that Jingang Zhi was about to strike at the injured Amnesty Army, Shan Wuwei finally couldn't help it, and pressed his thin palm on his shoulder.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

"I can't just watch you fall into the devil's way"

Vajra Wisdom still wanted to resist, but Shan Wuwei recited the mantra, and the six-character Da Ming Mantra of Sumeru House pierced his ears like thunder, and the Da Ming Mantra turned into chains to bind Vajra Zhi.

"I'm sorry everyone, but I, Sumeru Mansion, can't do anything to those who can't resist." Shan Wuwei folded his palms together and chanted Amitabha Buddha, then took Vajra Wisdom away.

"This group of refugees who are not afraid of death has come, and the Wenfu hasn't arrived yet. As expected, the people in the Wenfu are afraid," someone said.

"Wen's Mansion is only one of the Eight Mansions, but it is still the Third Mansion. Could it be that you still expect them to unite with the other six Mansions to fight against each other?"

"It seems that those scribes and Wei Changli are not as good as some refugees, and they are also as timid as..."

Before the man finished speaking, his head flew up and fell into the clouds, and landed in the hands of a hot woman, none other than Feng Erpi.

"The Wenfu is the sanctuary of enlightenment, and it is also the people like you who dare to slander"

"You... what do you want to do..."

The man's head was held by Chen Erpi, but his body did not bleed or die.

"Of course you taught you some lessons. You have been slandering my literati and the literati since just now. Since you can't control your mouth, I will help you quit this habit of chewing your tongue."

A goshawk flew by, and Feng Erpi sewed the head on the eagle's back with a silk thread in his hand, and then flew away with wings.

For a moment, there was a chilling silence under the imperial city.

"It's finally here, knife and pen official, mortician Feng Erpi"

Kang Xingjian's eyes lit up, they were not waiting for refugees, their biggest goal was this group of sharp-edged officials.

During this period of war between Wen Mansion and Confucian Mansion, this group of horrible swordsmen who had been hidden in the dark finally came to the fore. These people are not only ruthless, but also have special enlightenment.

The knife and pen officials were all selected and trained by Wei Changli from the students of the Wenfu. In terms of seniority, they are lower than these five classics doctors, but in terms of talent and current cultivation level, they are far superior. For the lowest, there is hope for the fifth heaven of immortality.

This group of people usually do not show any signs of leakage, and even in the eyes of others, they are just a painter who loves to drink, and their cultivation base is only Huiyang or even Taoist.

Moreover, the identities of the Daobi officials are very mysterious. Except for Wei Changli, even the closest relatives don't know their identities.

Feng Erpi's appearance meant that the group of knife and pen officials had already arrived, but even Zuo Xianweng, who had the highest cultivation base, didn't notice any aura.

Suddenly a bubble flew out from the ruins of the shattered city gate. The bubble wrapped Jiang Li in it and began to float up.

A big white fish appeared, and a handsome young man sat cross-legged on the back of the fish. The big fish opened its huge mouth to swallow the air bubbles.

"Knife and pen official, sparrow horse fish dragon Lu Yun"

Another knife and pen official appeared. Although the refugees are strong, their organizational system is not complete after all. The strongest army in the world can't even display [-]% of its strength.

But the threat of the knife and pen officials far surpassed that of the Amnesty Army, and it also put a big stone on everyone's heart.

"We waited so hard to guard against death, if they rescued people so easily, wouldn't it be a joke to spread the word?" Su Baique said.

He took off the emerald jade flute from his waist, and when the flute sounded, the spiritual power hidden in the sound waves directly burst the bubbles.

The sound of the flute was used as a rope, and Jiang Li was tied up to be escorted back. A seed fell into the soil, and the ground shook violently.

The growth speed of this giant tree is unimaginable, and the infinite branches converge into a big net to protect Jiang Li, and on the top of the tree, there is a person wearing a bamboo hat and wearing a farm uniform.

"The commander of the sword gate, the swordsman and pen official, the beautiful mountains and rivers in the eastern suburbs of Meng."

"It's finally showing up, and now it can be regarded as being able to get rid of this Lord Wei's right-hand man."

Kang Xingjian pinched his beard, cunning flashed in his seemingly dim eyes, and he was still worried that Wei Changli would not dare to come.This group of knife and pen officials is too great a threat to Confucianism, and using the punishment of Jiang Li to eradicate them with the help of other schools can kill two birds with one stone.

What especially makes the Confucian government fearful is that this group of knife and pen officials are still very young, and they have not yet reached their peak. They still have a long lifespan and a great opportunity to break through the current realm again. Push Wenfu to an unimaginable height.

Jiang Greed was the core of the battle between the two of them. Yan Jianyuan turned into a light and rushed into the huge trees. Countless branches were like snakes trying to catch it, but Yan Jianyuan's Confucianism was amazing. Huo Luan rushed out abruptly.

Seeing him pass through his defense, Meng Dongjiao didn't stop him too much in a gesture of watching the excitement with his hands folded over his chest. Just when Yan Jianyuan was about to approach Jiang Li, the breath of death enveloped his whole body in an instant.

A black sickle quietly appeared on the neck. People in the Confucian Mansion are most familiar with the knife and pen officials. If you ask them who is the strongest among the knife and pen officials, it is difficult to give a definite answer. People talk about the existence of discoloration.

"Sword and pen official, Lei Chengying with shadow fangs!"

Lei Chengying was ruthless and merciless, with a sickle, the Confucian Mansion lost soldiers and generals, and even died silently.

Yan Jianyuan's figure retreated in a hurry, and the sickle slashed across the door.

"Runs pretty fast"

Lei Chengying has a resolute face, deep facial features like a knife and an axe, long blue hair on top of his head, wearing a few inches of thin clothes, shirtless, and even a tattoo of a man and a woman on his chest.

If you are in Xihe, just talking about clothes can cure a person of serving a demon, and there is also a huge sickle on his shoulder.

Hearing Lei Chengying's ridicule, Yan Jianyuan was not angry either.

"If the battle between the Wen Mansion and the Confucian Mansion is to start, there is still a bit of fear, but now you are here to kidnap Jiang Lian, even if I kill you, Mr. Lei can't say anything."

The reason why Yan Jianyuan said that was because this Lei Chengying had an unusual background, he was the only son of Lei Huaji, the master of the Martial Mansion!

It is said that it was Lei Chengying who acted absurdly in the Wufu, and caused a lot of trouble. He was driven out of the Wufu by Lei Huaji to go out to practice. He never thought that Lei Chengying went to Qingdu, and finally became a knife writer in the Wenfu. .

It is difficult for outsiders to know the twists and turns, but I heard that Lei Huaji went to Qingdu several times, but failed to take him away by force.

"If you have the ability, do it. You don't have to worry about that bad old man taking revenge on you, but it's not certain who will get his head off." Lei Chengying had a confident smile on his face.

"Since you are here, the other knife and pen officials should also be here, why don't you show up?" Kang Xingjian's voice spread all over the field.

"Is the old guy so anxious to go to the west? There are two eminent monks next to you, why don't you ask them to save you?"

As soon as Jiang Greed heard it, he knew that it was Chen Daoshu speaking, and the voice came from the belly of the fish.

Lu Yun's big fish spit out a few bubbles, and Chen Daoshu, Chen Gong, and Feng Buthree also appeared in everyone's field of vision.

The air bubbles of this big fish can cover people's breath, so even if they sneaked into the deepest part of the imperial city, no one would be able to detect it, but Chen Daoshu looked disgusted.

"Lu Yun, I just wanted to be like you when I took your big fish. I wanted a chic and handsome appearance, but I didn't ask you to put me in the belly of the fish. I knew it would be better to ride Feng Erpi's suture monster."

Lu Yun gave him a white look.

"I don't know good from bad, don't ask me to help you next time"

Kang Xingjian had a high status, even higher than Wei Changli in terms of seniority, no one had ever dared to contradict him like this, so he looked at Chen Daoshu with an unfriendly expression.

"Speaking rudely, is this how the Wenfu taught you to talk to your elders?"

"We have serious elders in Wenfu, Mr. Lu, Mr. Xiangru, Mr. Huang, and some old painters from Qingdu. Of course, you have to behave well when you meet them. You should kowtow and admit the wrong person. But you What kind of thing is it to act as a senior here?"

Chen Daoshu was quite tongue-in-cheek, and what he said made Kang Xingjian's beard stand on his head.

"Okay, okay, today the old man will teach you these ineffective things"

"Old bookworm, you can choose whatever you want from the knife and pen official, but leave this Chen Daoshu to me."

(End of this chapter)