Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yang Qingxuan's heartstrings touched, and he couldn't help chanting the poem written by the man softly, as if there was a kind of resonance that traveled through time and space.

As the verse fell, the picture scroll suddenly changed. In the blank space beside the sword dance woman, a series of vigorous and powerful pens and inks, like a dragon and a phoenix, appeared.

Both Lie Jifei and Gong Yangyu were taken aback and took a few steps back.

Yang Qingxuan was even more stunned. Under that exquisite brushwork, what he wrote was the poem he had just chanted, and the handwriting was formed, and the pen was too vague and mysterious.

In the blink of an eye, two lines of poem are ready.

The ink was still stained with fresh water, and it looked dry.

The three people, as well as a few people in the Star Ring, were all dumbfounded, their brains were short-circuited, and they couldn't think at all.

Gong Yangyu was startled and said: "Reading ready poems, what is the truth?" He paused and then chanted: "There is a bright moon in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground, raised his head to look at the bright moon, and bowed his head thinking about his hometown."

When the sound of poetry fell, there was no response from the scroll.

Gong Yangyu frowned, a little unbelieving in evil, and read another poem, saying: "It's noon on the day of hoeing, and sweat drips down the soil. Who knows that Chinese dishes are hard work."

After waiting for a while, the scroll was still silent, and the ink on it gradually dried.

Gong Yangyu thought for a moment, and said, "I'm afraid there is only one chance, but you have taken it away." His tone was quite dissatisfied.

"The pen walks the dragon and the snake, it is too imaginary!"

Lie Jifei suddenly said, "This is the writing and ink marks of Taixu Magic Pen. It should be left by King Yin Wu!"

Yang Qingxuan was silent.

Gong Yangyu's eyes lit up at this moment, staring at the scroll, not to mention that the real work of King Yin Wu is rare, but the real work of this hand is too fictitious, and its value is incalculable.

But as soon as he got up with greed, the calligraphy and painting were taken down by Jifei, and handed it to Yang Qingxuan, saying, "You keep it."

Yang Qingxuan was stunned and said: "Me?"

Lie Jieifei nodded and smiled: "You are ready to chant poems and have a chance with this painting. Of course it should be yours."

Under Gong Yangyu's hot gaze, Yang Qingxuan took the painting and took it in his hand to look closely.

Suddenly there was a strange thought in his mind. If he is King Yin Wu and Zi Yuan is Vera, then the entire Yin Wu Temple should be his own. Now these people... are they not coming to grab their own things?

This thought flashed in my mind, and I felt a big loss.

Gong Yangyu said coldly: "If you get a bargain, why do you still have a deadly expression? Huh, you should not be greedy."

Yang Qingxuan was too lazy to pay attention to him, and continued to examine this pair of Danqing brushwork.

Li Jifei looked around the cabin.

Gong Yangyu suddenly had an idea and put away the futon. He secretly glanced at none of the following, and seeing that he had no objection, he immediately put away the table and stool. Everything that can be taken away in the house is stored in the storage element.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound from outside, as if someone approached.

"Squeak", the door was pushed open at once, and five warriors poured in.

All five of them scanned the room for the first time and saw nothing but nothing, and they were shocked and angry.

Yang Qingxuan had been studying the scroll, seemingly puzzled, and when someone came, he put the scroll away.

This action immediately fell into the eyes of the five people, all staring at him viciously.

"It's you?"

Yang Qingxuan was quite surprised. Among the five, one was actually an elder of the ferryman organization, Chen Xiang who had deliberately suppressed him during the assessment.

"Oh, how come I am so familiar? You are not dead yet, and you are really dead." Chen Xiang stroked his beard, staring at him with a cold expression, with a hint of mockery.

The other four are also extraordinary in strength, and two are strange-looking, covered in scales, and are members of the Sea Clan.

One of the cheeky men said, "Chen Xiang, who is this person?"

Chen Xiang said slowly: "An outside disciple in our organization."

The man on the cheeks frowned slightly, and said, "Oh? Then this disciple..."

Without waiting for him to finish, Chen Xiang immediately understood, and said with a light smile: "You don't need to give me face, you can do whatever you want."

The man on the cheeks laughed and said, "Haha, Elder Chen Xiang is really righteous, and he kept his promise, even his disciples ignored him."

The yin and yang weird in this remark is not known whether it is a boast or a satire. Chen Xiang snorted and said: "Since the five of us have negotiated an alliance, we naturally have to agree to the master. When we see the treasure, we will distribute it according to the established plan. I naturally cannot favor favoritism ."

Of the two sea races, the taller one said sharply: "We two will take half!"

Chen Xiang nodded and said: "According to the previous agreement, naturally."

The aura revealed by these two sea races is firmly above the three clan. This is why they can account for half of the weight.

Chen Xiang glanced over the three of them, and Yang Qingxuan and Gong Yangyu were basically ignored, but they looked at the following with some dread, and seemed to be unable to see the strength of this person.

But he has nothing to worry about. The alliances between warriors are all based on strength, that is, things are gathered together. Talents of the same level may come together, and there is no strong partner and partner.

In the eyes of him and several others, since this person is partnered with Yang Qingxuan and Gong Yangyu, his strength is definitely the same, and he can reach the Taitian position at most.

Settling down, Chen Xiang stared at Yang Qingxuan and said coldly, "Is it necessary to take out all by himself, or do I want the elder to do it?"

Yang Qingxuan said, "This wooden house is empty. I only took one painting and I liked it very much. I don't want others to share it."

Zi Yuan was sitting cross-legged in the star ring, and his face blushed inexplicably after hearing the words.

Chen Xiang shouted, "Do we believe you when you say this?"

Yang Qingxuan looked indifferent and said, "Believe it or not, it depends on your IQ."

"Looking for death! Humble bones, this elder should have abolished you during the last assessment!"

Chen Xiang stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and deceived him to Yang Qingxuan. It seemed that there was no strength in a fluttering palm, but in fact, he used eight success strengths.

Yang Qingxuan was about to make a move, but found that Lie Jiefei had teleported to his side without knowing when, and he was immediately relieved.

Although the entire space was covered by that light palm, he knew it was safe.

"Oh, looking for death!"

Chen Xiang sneered, as if he had been wary of it long ago. As soon as his palms changed in the air, he abandoned Yang Qingxuan and struck the enemy.

The palm technique changes from the meaning of drifting to the extreme, and the palm wind is hovering around, like a steel knife with a handle, cutting the space.

Lie Jifei twisted his neck and wrote lightly: "With your words, you are dead."

A slender hand, as long as a bamboo, was gently grasped, and the entire whirling wind like a knife instantly stagnated in the air.

Chen Xiang's face changed drastically.

Yang Qingxuan smiled and said, "Brother Fei doesn't need to give me face, he can do whatever he wants."

This sentence was originally said by Chen Xiang, and now he repeats it exactly.

//The next chapter is before 1 o'clock.