My wife, the eldest princess of the demon clan, I recite poems and become a sword god

Chapter 76 The Madman (please read and collect)
The natural circular Tai Chi pattern rotates slowly and slowly in the circle.

The yin and yang fish, one black and one white, connected end to end, contain the most mysterious laws of the Great Dao.

One waxes and wanes, the other waxes and wanes, and has a long history.

Li Cheng, who was holding an umbrella in the center of the formation, suddenly had some enlightenment.

Although he is an orthodox successor of Confucianism, he has also learned many Taoist spells because of his system.

As the saying goes, red lotus, white lotus root and green lotus leaf, the three religions belong to the same family.

This Tai Chi pattern that suddenly appeared is not only the foundation of Taoism, but also the embodiment of the will of Heaven.

As the huge black and white Tai Chi rises,

The strong wind blew away the girl's pear-white clothes, and the rain falling all over the sky wiped them out.

It was as if a canopy had been propped up above the Hidden Sword Cottage out of thin air.

however,
It only lasted for a few breaths, and the huge Tai Chi pattern above everyone's heads dissipated immediately.

The heavy rain pattered on the ground again.

Lowering his eyes and looking at the copper lamp in front of him, which symbolized the Purple Emblem Star, Li Cheng found that a weak flame ignited on the surface of the broken yellow talisman.

If it weren't for the dark night, it would probably be difficult to notice.

The light is slightly dimmer than the small brass lamp on the outermost edge.

Seeing this, his long and narrow eyes couldn't help but sink slightly.

This is... a failure?

Thinking of this, he took the initiative to take a step forward and stood in front of Bai Mengyan who bowed his head and remained silent.

And at this moment,
Taoist Yurun on the opposite side was pale, holding the peach wood sword with both hands, as if he would fall to the ground in the next moment.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, Li Cheng, who was mentally prepared, asked knowingly in a heavy voice:
"Really, the result... how?"

As he spoke, he no longer had any hope.

But then, he saw Yurun Zhenren, whose face was covered with rain, and a heartfelt smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"Success, Pindao successfully lit the seven-star lantern!"

Li Cheng:......

The other party's tone was very weak, but mixed with unconcealable joy.

Thinking of the majestic Tai Chi scene just now, and then glancing at the dim copper lamp on the ground, Li Cheng was speechless for a moment.

This is quite similar to the style of web game advertisements from previous generations.

Ask big-name celebrities to hold up a three-meter sword and wear green light armor, shouting that they are brothers and they will chop me down.

The CG special effects are so cool and cool, but after entering the game, I found that the screen was full of mosaics.

Put away your inner criticism.

Seeing Master Yurun's body weak and crumbling,

Hastily putting the big black umbrella into the little junior sister's hand, he strode across the copper oil lamp and stretched out his hand to support her.

Compared with the previous life, there is a unique benefit in Dajin.

That is, with his reputation as an immortal, he can help old men and old ladies unscrupulously without worrying about being blackmailed.

Although this move is somewhat suspected of being an afterthought, it is better than nothing.

Bai Mengyan, who took the umbrella, heard Taoist Yurun's answer, her gloomy eyes suddenly lit up, and her peach-blossom eyes curved into two crescent moons.

She lost count. This was the first time her senior brother had helped her.

Suddenly, she remembered the plays that her senior brother had watched in the market teahouse with her.

When encountering such a man, the end of the woman in the play seems to be a promise with her body...

She liked this ending very much.

Burying her little thoughts deep in her heart, Bai Mengyan Ruxue's face showed a slight blush uncontrollably.

Like a few petals of crimson cherry blossoms falling lightly on the white snow field.

"I really like being able to stay with my senior brother. Senior brother is the best."

The red lips parted slightly, and the girl muttered silently to herself.

She quickly ran towards Li Cheng, raised her innocent little face, and tried to stand on tiptoes to block the falling rain for him.

until this time,

The Taoist priests in green and the Xie clan members who were guarding the outside of the formation finally reacted and swarmed forward to surround the three people in the center.

Taoist Yurun, whose body turned into a puddle of soft mud, stared at the handsome face in front of him with wandering eyes, and spoke in a voice like a mosquito:

"Using the Bagua Mirror to protect the purple emblem's main lamp from going out will at least save his life until noon.

As for whether it can wake up, it all depends on God's will and cannot be manipulated by human beings..."

Having said this, he coughed several times and looked at Li Cheng with a face as pale as paper:

"The poor Taoist forced Xie Tingfeng to defy heaven and renew his life, which was against God's will, so he suffered backlash.

My Taoist sect owed a favor to the Immortal who was banished three years ago, but my Taoist sect has repaid it today. "

After saying that, he immediately turned his head and fell unconscious.

Subconsciously, he reached out and placed his hand on the other person's pulse. When he felt the other person's fairly regular heartbeat, Li Cheng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Taoist Yurun only fell into a coma temporarily.

otherwise,
If an old man who can't explode gold coins is exhausted to death in vain, then he will really feel ashamed and have a troubled conscience.

Watching the Taoist priests in green clothes, led by the disciples of the Xie family, struggling to carry Taoist Yurun to rest.

Li Cheng took Bai Mengyan and the remaining people back to the living room.

It rains continuously outside the building at night.

The veteran opera doctors with superb skills in the attic all swore to guarantee that the third master's life could be saved for the time being.

only,
After all, Xie Tingfeng stepped into the gate of hell. No one can say whether he will wake up again.

Realizing this, the head of the Xie family asked these doctors to leave Cangjian Lu without hesitation.

Also leaving with him were members of the Xie family who were in the building.

In a blink of an eye,

The entire Hidden Sword House became empty, but in fact it was tight on the outside and loose on the inside.

Li Cheng, who was sitting on the Grand Master's chair, took a sip of tea and looked calmly at Ye Yu outside the courtyard.

After integrating the sword Yun left by Wu Anhou, Li Cheng's spiritual consciousness became stronger day by day.

Just like Wukong's golden cudgel changing from thin to thick.

It's like the gurgling streams will eventually converge into a mighty river, rushing into the sea.

Even if he doesn't use his cultivation at this moment, he can still feel the oppressive atmosphere outside the courtyard.

Led by two fourth-grade worshippers, there were dozens of powerful Qi machines in total, unabashedly declaring their power.

The weakest one is also a practitioner in the upper realm of Seventh Grade Bright Yellow.

Even Jiangdu Academy cannot gather so many masters.

He looked at the few small brass lamps that had been extinguished on the periphery.
Withdrawing his gaze, Li Cheng gently put down his tea cup and looked calmly at the head of the Xie family, Xie Guanchao, who was sitting opposite.

"Uncle," he said softly, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes:

"Speaking of which, from yesterday to now, we haven't had time to talk about the matter in the letter."

The letter sent by Fei Ge from Danyang Xie Mansion to Jiangnan Academy was to ask Li Cheng to write a poem in memory of Xie Tingfeng.

After all, death is like a light going out, often quietly, and many things have to be prepared in advance.

Although Xie Tingfeng was able to survive for a few hours against the odds, he could not escape being short-lived.

No matter how beautiful the dusk before sunset is, it will eventually be dark.

heard,

Xie Guanchao, who looked exhausted, cheered up and his voice was a little hoarse:

"Sorry, I've been busy establishing correspondence with my little sister recently, so I neglected this matter."

Sichuan and Jiangdu are far apart.

If you want to communicate in a relatively timely manner, you can only send someone in advance to deliver the letter using Haidongqing on the road that the other party must pass.

And such tedious things have always been laborious.

"It doesn't matter." After thinking for a moment, Li Cheng followed the words and asked:
"How long will it take for uncle and aunt to come back?"

"It should be soon, no later than noon tomorrow at the latest."

"That's good," nodded, and glanced at the little junior sister beside him with a cute expression, Li Cheng asked softly:

“Although I agreed to write poems for my uncle, I didn’t know him well.

The night is still long, and since we have nothing to do for now, why don't you talk to us about your uncle's life? "

After a moment of silence, Xie Guanchao spoke slowly:
"Okay, Xiaocheng, where do you want to start?"

Thinking of someone mentioning it by chance a long time ago, Li Cheng laughed casually and said:

"Why not, let's talk about the name of my uncle's madman first..."

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