Chapter 392 Xiaoxiang Louzhu (1)
Although this boat looks like paper, it seems to contain infinite power, and it can directly knock a big hole out of the wall of this temple.
Wen Weilan and others reacted immediately.
“It’s the poster!”
“Brother Yu!” Chen Shanyuan said happily.
"Han Sima is here too!" Gu Sijin said with surprise.
On the painted boat, stood the owner of Xiaoxiang Tower, Han Sima, Diao Lao and others, with hundreds of fully armed soldiers behind them.
Although Liu Sheng did not recognize them, he had already guessed their identities from everyone's reactions.
The leader of Xiaoxiang Building, whose face was covered with paper, could not see any expression, but the others all looked happy when they saw Wen Weilan and others, waving and cheering.
And the fisherman threw out the fishing line. If the fishing line was spiritual, he would catch them all hanging precariously on the wall one by one.
The fishing line came to Liu Sheng. Liu Sheng pondered for a moment, hid the thing he just took out from the mind of the corpse in the palm of his hand, followed the fishing line and jumped onto the ink-colored boat.
Standing on the painted boat, Liu Sheng looked up at the end of the boat and saw a vast night sky outside the hole. The wind and snow were howling, but there were silver lines crossing the sky.
"What is this?" Everyone looked at this scene in shock, their eyes full of doubts.
“Our reinforcements.” Han Sima smiled slightly.
Liu Sheng immediately understood that the Tang army was arriving on the battlefield outside Zeyang City in a flying car.
[I have to say, the emperor is really fast. ] She sighed secretly in her heart.
[Of course it’s fast, otherwise we have to move the Great Wall over and really tear down the east wall to make up for the west wall. 】Other Liu Sheng echoed.
【I just don’t know what the purpose of these people is now. 】
Liu Sheng looked at the people on the boat, especially the owner of Xiaoxiang Tower, with an unfathomable aura, as if he was only seeing the tip of the iceberg.
[In short, he is not like the same person as the worshiper of God. 】
[After all, it is Xiaoxiang Tower. 】
【And Han Sima... in our memory, he is Ruan Shizhi's father, right? ] Liu Sheng looked at the seemingly weak middle-aged scribe and thought to himself.
【Why did he get together with Xiaoxianglou? 】
【The man holding the fishing rod, I remember, is from the General Administration of Textiles. 】The world also chimed in and added.
Liu Sheng suddenly remembered the seniors from the General Administration who appeared last at the Lihua Lantern Festival.
[Suddenly I felt that the relationship here was very complicated...]
Liu Sheng retreated silently and hid behind Wen Weilan.
While the temple was shaking, the divine corpse had loosened its confinement. The owner of Xiaoxiang Tower unfolded a new scroll and hung it in the air. The blank scroll projected an ink-colored light, trying to capture the divine corpse bit by bit. into the scroll.
The divine corpse did not resist. Its blue eyes seemed to be looking in the direction of Liu Sheng, half-smiling.
At the same time, other soldiers jumped off the boat, climbed on the wall of the temple, and took out special spiritual weapons to chisel hard.
It wasn't until pieces of black crystal were chiseled out that Liu Sheng looked intently and was surprised to find that the walls here were actually star fragments containing sacred energy!
Could it be that the star fragments falling on Mobei actually came from the shell of the temple? Rather than the strange things raised below?
While lost in thought, she suddenly heard the poster say: "Are you the student from Nangong?"
Wen Weilan coughed lightly, and Liu Sheng realized that the poster was actually talking to her. say.
I didn’t expect the host to recognize her.
But she was certain that she had never seen this person before.
With such a special face and a voice whose gender is difficult to distinguish, if she had ever encountered it, she would definitely remember it. "This is the owner of Xiaoxiang Tower." Wen Weilan introduced Liu Sheng in a low voice.
Liu Sheng gave a slight salute and replied cautiously: "To return to the original poster, I did study with Teacher Nangong for a period of time."
"You are taking the imperial examination. How's it going?" the host asked again.
This attitude was like an elder paying attention to the younger generation, which confused Liu Sheng.
"I...I won first place." Liu Sheng said blankly.
"No. 1 among the top three?" the host asked hesitantly, a little surprised.
"One is the best."
As soon as Liu Sheng said these words, everyone in the room fell into a brief silence, and then there was an uproar.
Wen Weilan was the first to react, with a happy smile on his face and gently held Liu Sheng's hand.
Kuang Bowen was also very excited. He had long forgotten his jealousy and shouted everywhere: "My master is the number one scholar! My master is the number one scholar!"
Chen Shanyuan was also shocked. From ear to ear, I never expected that through that unintentional teaming up, I would actually get to know such a proud man.
Yan Hongye and Gu Sijin still don’t understand. Listening to Liu Sheng...how does it look like he just came from Chang’an?
Hearing this, the host laughed loudly and seemed very satisfied.
Han Sima also smiled and said: "Young people are terrible. My family is... not even good at studying."
"In this case, we will meet again when we go back." The host said to Liu Sheng, still smiling in his words. , it’s just that the paper is covering it, so you can’t see the expression clearly.
Then, Liu Sheng watched the poster make a move with his hand, and the ink energy surged up. The divine corpse gradually turned into a thin layer of ink painting, and accelerated into the scroll.
[I have to say...this divine corpse is better at painting than you. 】Liu Sheng said to the world.
The world seems a little unhappy: [This is directly pressed into two dimensions, not a real creation. 】
[What's more, this divine corpse has lost its high-dimensional characteristics, otherwise it wouldn't be this two-dimensional. 】
Although he was joking with the world in his heart, Liu Sheng's eyes were still locked on the disappearing divine corpse, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he felt faintly uneasy in his heart.
This thing looked very evil at first glance, and according to the [ethnic artifact] she had just analyzed, and the direction of the energy flow she sensed, it didn't feel right.
In fact, the current situation in Mobei should be caused by him.
What does Xiaoxianglou want to take back?
"Can you explain to me what you want to do?"
Before Liu Sheng could ask, a familiar cold female voice sounded in the temple, carrying unquestionable majesty.
Red lotuses suddenly bloomed in the temple. Many soldiers who were clinging to the wall to dig out star fragments were stabbed by the red lotus that suddenly bloomed on the wall. They fell into the blood pool at the center entrance. , instantly turned into a pool of blood and merged into it, disappearing without a trace.
“Be careful not to be affected by the red lotus.”
Han Sima coughed twice and said loudly.
An earthy yellow seal was thrown out in his hand and turned into a thick shield covering the soldiers.
In the red lotus sky, a red light blade suddenly slashed towards the painting boat.
I saw a flash of ink, and the light blade was blocked by the ink shield on the boat, unable to penetrate at all.
Liu Sheng couldn't help but sigh, it was indeed an ancient spiritual weapon.
This boat should belong to the Eight Views of Xiaoxiang. According to her observation, the influence level should reach SS level.
The red light and the ink light intertwined and dispersed, leaving only a woman in red hanging in the air, her face sinking like water as she watched the corpse being collected bit by bit.
Three o'clock today