My brother carried the doomsday

Chapter 53 53. The Demon Dragon Appears in the Imperial Capital (22)

At this time in the Xicheng District, in the Chiyan Academy, Xiang Anran had also received the news of Guo Sheng's death, which to him was like the sky falling.

The thigh he was holding was broken, would he fall along with him?

Do you want to leave the imperial capital for a while?
As for what Guo Sheng told him before, "to bully Xia Yuan and get back his position", he definitely won't do it.

No matter how good the geomantic omen of Huxin Island is, it has nothing to do with his Chiyan Academy.

Xiang Anran hurried into the house.

Just entering the door, his hair suddenly exploded. I don't know when there was a tall man who was close to a beast in the room. The animal skin cloak he was wrapped in was swollen by his muscles, and the hood covered half of his face, only showing the big man under the bridge of the nose. White teeth.

This is exactly the murderer 22 - God kills.

The man locked on to him instantly.

sense of danger.

The sense of oppression made Xiang Anran fall into an ice cave.

The man said directly: "Don't be afraid."

The terrifying aura of locking relaxed a little.

Only then did Xiang Anran feel more comfortable, he couldn't help but be amazed at how many people the man in front of him had killed, but instead of running away, he squinted his eyes, then slowly let go of the hand that was holding the edge of the door, and pressed it back again. , Lock it up.

The man gritted his teeth grimly.

If Xiang Anran escaped, then he would not say much, and directly killed the palace lord.

The house fell silent.

Tiansha said slowly: "Continue with the task that Guo Sheng gave you before he died."

Xiang Anran remained calm.

If the other party is really sincere, many things should be said together.

Tiansha said: "One thigh is broken, and there are other thighs. Whether you can hug it or not depends on you this time."

Xiang Anran: "Wuxin School Palace can't move anymore. Even if the Palace Master of Dongcheng District has the best relationship with me, he will not take the initiative to touch them, let alone Xia Yuan. Xia Yuan's two poems lead to visions of heaven and earth, but now Mr. Qinglian, together with the White Dragon King, you and I both know that he is very stable at this moment, if I continue the original mission, I will drag the Chiyan Academy into the abyss."

Tiansha sneered and said: "That depends on whether Palace Master Xiang wants to make a fortune, or leave the stage with the Academy. By the way, it is easy to get involved in the matter of the imperial capital, but it may not be easy to get out. Either way, it will end in the same way." , I'll give you ten seconds to think it through."

After finishing speaking, he counted the days on his own.

"ten."

"Nine."

"Eight."

"three."

Xiang Anran's thoughts were flying.

He didn't know who the man in front of him was, but he probably guessed that he was one of the ten servants. Now that Guo Sheng was dead, another servant should have directly intervened.

But he couldn't say no.

It's not a multiple choice question at all.

Xiang Anran would not be so naive as to think that she could really choose.

So, he said directly: "Okay, the original mission continues."

The ferocious man showed his sharp teeth and seemed to be smiling, then took out a long box and a long shaft from his sleeve and put them on the table, "This is done, and the Lord Xiang has proved his ability." , capable people will always be welcomed, and then you can have a new adoptive father, hahahaha."

The man turned around.

Xiang Anran heard the sound of the stone slab behind his bed being lifted.

Another moment.

Silently.

Xiang Anran ran to the back of the bed to have a look, the stone slab that had been lifted was put back in place again, but the beast-like man had disappeared without a trace, he hurriedly lifted the slate to have a look, and the slab under it was serious. Strictly, it is all mud.

Xiang Anran fell silent, if this was not his territory, he really thought there was a secret passage hidden behind his bed.

Taking a deep breath, he ran to the table and looked at the two things.

The long axis is a transfer book.

There is a mansion that was abandoned a few years ago in Dongcheng District, which will be the new address of Chiyan Academy, and he needs to move there within three days.

The long box opens.

There are seven colored pills neatly placed inside.

There is also a note similar to "Instructions for Use" next to the pill:

Little Devil Soul Pill: After using it, the strength can be greatly improved within seven days. The appearance is normal, and the demons will definitely erupt after seven days.

The formula is unknown, and the grade is unknown.

Maybe even an experiment.

Xiang Anran stared at the elixir, and suddenly remembered the sentence that the man asked just now, "It depends on whether Palace Master Xiang wants to make a fortune, or leave the scene with the school."

The so-called sad exit does not mean getting out safely, but death.
Under the overturned nest, how can there be no eggs?
In this case, then.
Xiang Anran closed the box of Little Demon Soul Pill, and sighed softly.

He can probably guess a little bit about this new permanent attendant's thoughts.

It is to promote the plan that originally belonged to Guo Sheng and keep everything unchanged, since then - fishing.

And he is the bait on the rod.

The bait will be eaten by the fish.

Still successfully hooked the fish's mouth.

It's all up to you.

The Master of the Scarlet Flame Academy looked out of the window in fear. From a high place, it seemed that there was a fishing rod fishing down. He was just a small bait at the end of the fishing line, swaying in the calm water on the surface but the turbulent water inside.

Back and forth are involuntary.

The spring rain is passionate, there are red men and dolls on the streets, and oil-paper umbrellas float like duckweed.

Xia Yuan lifted a corner of the curtain and looked outside the painting boat.

Tens of miles of lakes, hundreds of thousands of white flowers blooming in ripples.

In the distance, the trembling red flowers on the peach branches should be fat after the rain, right?

Outside the curtain
Song Dian was swearing the oath of the heart demon in an incomparably solemn and sacred manner.

"Disciple Song Dian, I swear by the demons in my heart, no matter whether the teacher recognizes it or not, from now on Dian will only recognize the teacher, and will never betray the teacher, and will never fight against the teacher.

What the teacher wants is what Dian thinks, what the teacher wishes is what Dian thinks, and what the teacher wants is Dian's destiny.

If half a sentence is violated, the scriptures will immediately fall into the endless abyss of demons, and the body will die and the dao will disappear, and the soul will fly away."

The voice ended.

Song Dian kowtowed nine more times.

Nine is the extreme number.

Even if he kowtowed to the emperor, it was only five times according to the ceremony.

These nine means that the real wealth and life are completely dependent on each other.

Song Dian really had no choice.

If there was any hope, he would not have made such an oath, which was close to a "deed of sale".

Xia Yuan glanced sideways at Ning Bao.

Ning Bao nodded to him, indicating that there is no problem with the oath of the heart demon.

Xia Yuan spread out the paper, locked Ning Bao with his talent as a tyrant, and immediately put pen to paper.

Just now he thought for a long time, and finally recalled the full text of this poem. Fortunately, he did, otherwise it would be really difficult.

then
Following the previous style of writing, the pen fell like a ghost.

Ning Bao leaned over to look
She only knew that Jun Shang was good at fighting, but now she found that not only could Jun Shang be good at fighting, but he was actually a first-class and romantic talent.

The handwriting on the rice paper is extremely scribbled, full of malice released by nature
But the handwriting is still distinguishable.

Ning Bao recited softly:

"Will roast Zhuhai, and hold the cup to persuade Hou Ying."

Zhu Hai and Hou Ying are two strong men with historical records.

"Three cups of promise, the five mountains are lighter."

"After dazzling eyes and ears, the spirit is full of vitality."

"Saving Zhao and wielding the golden hammer, Handan was the first to be shocked."

"The two heroes of Qianqiu, Xuanhe Daliang City."

"Let's die as a hero, and be ashamed to be a hero in the world."

"Who can write to Your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan."

The pen fell here, but Xia Yuan didn't continue to write.

The entire imperial capital.

Hundreds of miles of spring rain.

All of a sudden, they were full of strange gestures, as if they had stopped, as if there was no sound, and after waiting for the last word to fall, they were about to have visions.

The birth of the first half has already made the world recite it once.

Now that this is complete, it is actually carrying the momentum of storms all over the city.

But Xia Yuan did not leave the last word behind.

Heaven and earth are looking forward to it.

He doesn't fall either.

Although he is not him at this time, but an untransformed tyrant, this vision may not provoke Qinglian, but he is still worried that his peaceful and carefree life will change with this last word.

So, he cast his pen and looked sideways at Ning Bao, Ning Bao smiled at him tenderly and nodded.

Xia Yuan got up, turned around, pressed the bamboo hat, stepped out, walked out of the cabin, and walked into the shadows that no one could detect. Even Ning Bao's spiritual consciousness suddenly disappeared. Hermit talent.

In one more step, he walked to the surface of the lake, without any ripples or wind and rain.

Within a step and a half, clouds formed under his feet, and the ground shrank into an inch. In just a few breaths, he completely moved away from the scene.

The vision of heaven and earth has nothing to do with him.

Ning Bao took the wolf hair, raised his slender hand, and dipped a drop of ink obliquely. At the end of the poem of the ghostly painting symbol, he dropped the last beautiful "jing" character, and it was complete:
——Who can write Your Excellency, the White Head Taixuan Sutra.

The poems already contained a murderous aura, and Xia Yuan mixed in the evil aura when he wrote it. At this time, it was like a killing god holding a hammer and pounding on the drum.

Every word and sentence in the volume of poems has a strong and suffocating evil spirit. These evil spirits are so real, intertwined, combined, decomposed, and moved, and soon turned into a magic dragon in the palm.

As long as the magic dragon flies an inch, it will grow when it sees the wind.

One foot in the air, as long as a people's congress.

Flying a foot into the air, it was as if he had broken free from the shackles. His body was accompanied by a long dragon chant, stretching thousands of meters, straight to the sky.

When the world came to complete the poem, it hummed and began to hum.

The dragon soars into the sky, hovers for hundreds of miles, and overlooks the world.

With such a vision, the entire emperor was so still.

Read it five times.

Song Dian knelt down and took the poem scroll handed out from the bamboo curtain. He knew that the teacher had already left, and he didn't even know who the teacher was, but this didn't mean that his oath of inner demon was invalid.

Perhaps, our family is not qualified to know the identity of the teacher?
The servant took the poem scroll and said sincerely, "Thank you."

After finishing speaking, he disregarded everything, spread out the volume of poems, greedily absorbed the artistic conception in it, immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself, the broken state of mind was suddenly continued, like rain after a long drought, Song Dian began to quickly Entering the state, this does not mean that he can break through the master now, but means that he is slowly walking on the broad road again.

He needs to stabilize for a while, and then quickly return to the servant's mansion for retreat.

Xia Yuan was walking on the noisy street, and the people around were still shocked by the flying magic dragon and that poem, and even had a look of terror on their faces, and the less timid ones were even crying in fright, and some of them actually I was so scared that I peed my pants.

With such evil spirits, how can mortals get even a little bit of it?
He walked through the hustle and bustle, came to the arch bridge and found an old man selling candied haws. He bought two bunches of candied haws with sesame seeds for twenty renminbi. .

while walking
He was taken aback for a moment, because a flower stem suddenly appeared on the fourteen-petalled green lotus on the platform of his eyebrows, and the stem was wrapped around the dragon, and slowly closed until it calmed down.
The lotus is holy, and the stem is like a devil.

Xia Yuan was surprised.

Even if the last word is not written by me, this "reward from heaven and earth" still belongs to me, God really has eyes.

"hiss"

He took a breath and murmured, "Isn't this hawthorn too sour?"

He spat out the nucleus casually, and walked a few more steps.

He suddenly felt something in his heart, and when he looked up, the peach blossoms bloomed in the rain.

Smile at the flowers.

The chores of the magic dragon were left behind.

(End of this chapter)