Chapter 202 The Scholar in the Library
Seeing that someone in his store had his hand chopped off, the waiter in the store screamed, jumped high on the spot, and got behind the counter, with only half of his butt exposed. trembling.
After so many quacks came to the store, the waiter was already mentally prepared to see blood. But when he actually saw it today, he still felt like his heart was shaking violently, his mind was in a trance, and his face turned pale with fear.
But the scholar had no intention of harming others. He just walked slowly to the door of the Yamen and bowed to "Zhu Laoba" who was sitting on the horse.
“When I didn’t arrive in the town earlier, I heard that a heroic hero came out of the town. He was very powerful and capable. He killed the two evil men who caused harm to the world without much effort. I really want to meet him.
"I came here all night to see you. You are indeed extraordinary! I am so happy!"
"Zhu Laoba" said nothing.
"Oh, look at my brain, I forgot to introduce myself." The scholar was not annoyed, he just patted his head with an embarrassed expression:
"I'm Wei Shu I am from the library. I came here today to receive the fragments of the capital. I also hope that it will be convenient for the heroes. I will treat you to wine and meat and have a good time."
"Zhu Laoba" is still not the best! say.
Seeing no movement, Wei Shu could only sigh.
"Hero, why bother. The book you are guarding originally belonged to Kyoto, and I am here just to retrieve my family's belongings. What's more, there is a foreign object above the fragments of the capital. If you take it, nothing good will happen.
"I am doing this for your own good, but I am also doing business for you. Don't make it difficult for me. ”
No response.
Wei Shu smiled a little awkwardly.
He neither moved nor spoke, just sitting here like a door god.
I don’t know what his attitude is.
"Since the hero doesn't want to talk to me, I will go in on my own."
Wei Shu simply said no more and walked directly into the Yamen.
When he arrived at the Yamen and stopped in front of the vermilion door, Wei Shu was about to reach out and push the door open, but suddenly he saw a pair of thick hands blocking him.
He directly suppressed Wei Shu's wrist.
Wei Shu looked sideways at "Zhu Laoba" beside him.
I saw that "Zhu Laoba", who was motionless just now, had put his hand on Wei Shu's wrist.
"Heroes, do you really want to fight?" Wei Shu sighed: "I don't like fighting."
"No entry." "Zhu Laoba" just said in a muffled voice .
Wei Shu shook his head helplessly.
Suddenly a white jade pen floated out of his arms, hovering in the air, and a white light shined!
In the blink of an eye, the white jade pen was aimed at "Zhu Laoba" as if it were a blade!
The white light turned into a cold light and cut directly into "Zhu Laoba"'s wrist.
“Whoosh!”
A deep scratch opened up from "Zhu Laoba"'s wrist, forming a groove.
Wei Shu took two steps back lightly and dodged away from "Zhu Laoba".
"Don't worry, hero. I have a gentle temper, and I neither kill nor harm anyone. You are a rare hero, and you must have many poems on your body. I can't bear to hurt you, so I will ask you to sleep first." "It's been a while."
Wei Shu said with a smile.
This white jade pen can seize people's thoughts, eradicate their obsessions, and turn the minds of scholars and poets into poems for their own use. It is the top treasure of Wei Shu.
Of course, for warriors who are not so delicate, the white jade pen can also work.
As long as you can directly hit the opponent's mind, you can make him temporarily confused and confused, and naturally unable to fight.
Wei Shu looked forward to it, hoping that this heroic man could write some excellent poems for him.
For such a powerful knight, his mind is often strong, and the poems he turns into are all masterpieces!
But Wei Shu immediately discovered that "Zhu Laoba" just glanced at his wound but showed no reaction.
Um?
What's going on?
Why doesn’t he turn it into poetry?
Even if one has a strong mind and resists turning into poetry, there will probably be some movement from time to time!
Unless this person has no mind, he must have some reaction.
Wei Shu fell into a moment of confusion.
When he came to his senses again, he suddenly found that "Zhu Laoba" had arrived in front of him at some point!
The tall and strong man looked at him condescendingly, and his body alone made a black shadow.
Not good!
Wei Shu knows that he doesn't have many close combat skills. If he really gets into a fight with a hero of "Zhu Laoba's" level, nothing good will happen. He just wants to retreat like a conditioned reflex!
But Wei Shu was still a step slower.
I saw "Zhu Laoba" raising his fist high, aiming it in Wei Shu's direction and smashing it hard!
Wei Shu felt a strong wind blowing on his face, and for a moment he even lost his balance.
I was so panicked that I only had time to let the pages of the book in my arms tremble, and a piece of thick paper floated out in front of me:
"My miserable conscience, what are you thinking about?"
I saw a film-like thing appearing in front of Wei Shu, and "Zhu Laoba"'s fist fell directly on top.
It was as dented as if cotton had been smashed into it.
However, this fist was too fast and fierce, and Wei Shu's poems could not be stopped at all. He could only watch as several cracks appeared on the top of his paper, but he had no time to come up with new poems.
"Bang!"
With a violent sound, Wei Shu's arms were numb, and a strong pain came from the top of his arms, smoothly upward, and penetrated into his head.
He was also hit so hard that he flew backwards and fell into the restaurant, knocking over several wooden tables.
"Zhu Laoba" strode toward the restaurant, fanned his cattail leaf-like palms, and the smoke and dust dispersed.
Where you landed, you could only see a few broken tables and a piece of crumpled rice paper.
Written: "If there is no vegetation and trees, the road cannot be made, but if there are many firewood, it is possible."
I borrowed this poem to escape!
"Zhu Laoba" stared at the ruins and thought for a moment.
It seems that His Holiness did not give me the order to pursue. He just staggered back towards the gate of the Yamen and sat down on the horse again.
It was as if nothing happened just now.
……
Wei Shu searched around outside the town, found a rarely visited mountain temple, and sat down with his support on the wall.
His elbows have become severely twisted, and the muscles and bones are obviously broken.
Qiang gritted his teeth, stretched out his movable hand, fumbled twice in his arms, and took out a long-necked white jade bottle.
Clamp the medicine bottle between your legs, bite the stopper with your teeth, and pull hard, then curl up like a baby drinking milk, and start sucking on the medicine bottle with your mouth.
After drinking this small bottle of medicine, his mental state improved significantly, and his bent arms made a crisp sound and were straightened again at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After resting for about a stick of incense, he felt that his arm had returned to normal, and Wei Shu's expression became strangely fanatical.
It is not because of anger that one appears insidious, and it is definitely not because of failure that one appears fearful.
But an indescribable longing:
"He is really a rare knight in the world! He is so powerful! Such a person has not been walking in the world for so long. Could it be What stories are there? How many wonderful poems can be written!"
Wei Shu was inexplicably excited.
He loved writing poems and sentences most in his life, especially writing poems written by masters. Every time he saw someone with the ability, he would be so excited.
This time "Zhu Laoba" also aroused his interest.
Not only did the beating not make him sad, it actually made him excited.
However, being excited, Wei Shu quickly calmed down.
The first meeting between the two parties was not very pleasant. If they meet again, they will probably be beaten, or even beaten to death.
To love poetry is to love poetry, to cherish one's life is to cherish one's life, and you will definitely not ask for trouble.
And... who is this master of the He family? Why didn't you show up before, but recently you popped up?
After much thought and no answer, I simply took out a stick of incense from my pocket, borrowed the mountain god’s incense altar, and lit it.
After waiting for a while, intermittent voices came from the opposite side of the incense altar:
“What’s the matter?”
"Master." Wei Shu bowed respectfully to Ran Xiang, then raised his head and glanced at Qianli Chuanxuanxiang.
It burns quickly.
I probably won’t be able to say a few words.
He hurriedly asked the question he wanted to ask:
"Master, I met a hero recently..."
Wei Shu quickly told the other party everything about "Zhu Laoba".
Xiang Hou was silent for a moment by the person he called his master. Wei Shu could vaguely hear the sound of the wooden sign being knocked.
It should be my master who is using Liuren method for divination.
But after waiting for a while, all I heard was "eh".
"There is no record... but it is strange. Maybe he is a master raised by a certain vassal king, and he has only recently emerged from the world."
"I didn't expect that there are things that the teacher can't calculate." Wei Shu sighed: "It's such a pity. I thought I could get to know him better."
"I can't do all the calculations. There's still a lot left to be done." Xiang's voice smiled faintly: "How come? You want to get poetry again?"
"Only heroes deserve good poems."
"Haha, that makes sense. ." After laughing, I heard the voice opposite Xiang pause for a moment: "You have been active recently, so be careful and don't touch the Taoist priest."
"How can I say that?"
Wei Shu hasn't left Yuzhou for a year, so he doesn't know much about things outside.
"There was a Taoist who beheaded Xiao Huanxi's left and right Changqing. He was good at moving mountains and filling the sea. He had the majesty of the capital in those days. He was riding in a donkey cart and took a girl with him, which was conspicuous."
< br>Wei Shu was slightly startled.
He has heard of Xiao Huanxi and Changqing. They are both manipulated by gods on earth. They are very good, but not as good as the teacher.
But the words "moving mountains and reclaiming seas" really make people care a little.
In Wei Shu's impression, his master never used any exaggerated techniques to modify something.
What it is is what it is.
However, Wei Shu was also a little curious:
"Master, isn't Zhan Xiao Huanxi a good man? Why do you want me to avoid him?"
"...He has some relationship with the capital, and there may be misunderstandings. It may be dangerous to contact him rashly..."
"I understand." Wei Shu felt solemnly, "I will be more careful."
After the conversation, Wei Shu took out the small scissors and cut off the incense burning in front of him.
The communication stopped.
Without even saying a few words, more than half of his communication incense has been burned.
Putting the last remaining section in his arms, Wei Shu also touched his chin:
"The Taoist who moved mountains and reclaimed seas, I really want to take a look."
......
This time, several people on the road did not go fast, but looked at the situation in Yuzhou along the road. .
Yuzhou is a fertile land close to Kyoto. It suffered a lot due to the disaster in Kyoto 20 years ago. Now only the main roads have restored prosperity, and most villages and towns are also close to the main roads. Dao Jian, everywhere he went was bustling with activity, which gave Zuo Chen a sense of the atmosphere of the big city in his previous life.
I walked leisurely for a whole day, and finally saw Xiguan City not far away.
The homecoming pavilion is right here.
(End of this chapter)