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Volume 1, Chapter 283 of Yan Cunzheng: A transformation of murder and madness

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    See the fastest update 283 Zi Baifeng's eyes penetrated Lian Yunping's bluff and looked behind him.  King Zhongshan is sitting on a high seat, with a calm face and deep eyes. He doesn¡¯t know what he is thinking.  He definitely didn¡¯t know what Zi Baifeng was doing behind his back. If he knew, he would definitely not be as calm as he is now.  He looked straight at the door of the hall, and passed directly through Lian Yunping's figure, seemingly not paying attention to Lian Yunping's words.  It¡¯s just a small detail, it¡¯s just a small trick.  In his opinion, all this is just a farce. A child who has not yet grown up is obsessed with proving himself in the wrong place. Maybe he still wants to prove himself for his sake.  All this is actually meaningless, how much he hopes Lian Yunping knows this.  At that moment, Zi Baifeng seemed to be connected with him. Zi Baifeng smiled at him with a friendly attitude.  Zi Baifeng's smile was so contagious that King Zhongshan couldn't help but smile at him, but in the blink of an eye, he returned to his serious face. He didn't like Zi Baifeng, but this young man  , his aura is compelling, and he has an incomprehensible power to move people's hearts.  Maybe it¡¯s because he cares too much about Zi Baifeng. These days, what he thinks about day and night is Zi Baifeng, worrying about what this young man will find.  But for some reason, he felt like this young man had seen through him.  That slight smile seemed to be saying: "Don't worry, I will help you tell him that everything he desperately wants is actually meaningless." Of course he didn't know that Zi Baifeng was also saying to him at the same time.  Everything he wants is meaningless.  Because I will break it with my own hands and send you to hell.  Zi Baifeng opened his mouth, revealing his white and neat teeth. The two pointed little tiger teeth were shining brightly, as if he wanted to swallow it in one gulp.  Zi Baifeng took a step forward and looked at Master Chi.  "Paper and pen." Master Chi coughed and ordered.  Zi Baifeng and Lian Yunping are treated the same, so one cannot be treated the same as the other.  Looking at the ink presented by the officials of the Ministry of Rites, Zi Baifeng shook his head slightly and said, "I have my own ink." Zi Baifeng patted his shoulder. In his collar, the little guy Guibao was still sleeping.  When it's cold, he doesn't like to wear clothes, so he likes to hide in Zi Baifeng's collar. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ??????????????????????????????????????????? ¨C? couldn¡¯t wake up yet couldn¡¯t wake him up, now he was slapped awake by Zi Baifeng, and he poked his head out of Zi Baifeng¡¯s collar in displeasure.  Seeing the inkstone filled with fresh water, he cheered, slid off Zi Baifeng's shoulders, and jumped into the inkstone.  Everyone¡¯s eyes were focused on Xiao Guibao. This was the first time Guibao appeared in front of everyone.  In fact, most people are just thinking: "This little guy has so many playthings." In the eyes of many people, these insignificant little monsters are just playthings.  A place like Xijing is definitely not like a remote place like Mengcheng. If you see a monster, you will howl and chase it for a long time.  "It's nothing if a dignitary keeps one or two monsters to look after his home and play with them.  Zi Baifeng has this status, qualifications, and abilities. It¡¯s not surprising to raise a few more. It¡¯s just that most monsters are dirty, smelly, and fierce. There are very few fun and beautiful little monsters like this.  .  The Manniu King also narrowed his eyes and looked at the little guy taking a bath in the inkstone, showing an expression of fondness.  ??Finger-sized little dolls, many people will like them.  Zi Baifeng didn't want to take him with him, but it was a pity that he was born with Zi Baifeng's spiritual energy. He was naturally close to Zi Baifeng and liked to be next to Zi Baifeng the most. Zi Baifeng lamented all day long that he just had an extra son.  .  After taking a bath in the inkstone, a pool of clear water turned into cinnamon-scented spiritual ink.  Most of the people present were well-educated people, and their expressions changed when they saw such a good scholar.  Lian Yunping's expression was hesitant. Zi Baifeng, who was a good ink master, was born with an advantage. This was not the key. The key point was that he smelled the smell and turned his Zhongshan Villa into the Mo Academy.  Such ink.  Seeing Zi Baifeng want to write, Xiao Guibao liked it very much. He ran over, stretched out his arms, grabbed the brush and handed it to Zi Baifeng.  Zi Baifeng took it over with a smile and stretched out his fingers to touch his little face. Xiao Guibao burst out laughing. Sayazi ran to the pen stand and sat on it, sticking out her butt and watching Zi Baifeng adjust the ink.  .  Zi Baifeng held a stroke in his hand and took a deep breath.After taking a breath, there was an indescribable sense of peace in my heart.  The original arrogance and murderous intent are all gone.  But beneath this calm, there is a strange undercurrent surging, just like Xijing right now. It seems as calm as ever, but it has reached the last moment before it explodes.  "The young master's name is Huai Su" The strokes of the pen are smooth and smooth, but it is on the plain side, just like a young man twirling his pen with a smile and waving it casually.  But from this point on, he lost to Lian Yunping.  Zi Baifeng heard sighs coming and going.  But only a handful of people saw the last word and the gradually rising momentum.  Zi Baifeng¡¯s smiling face suddenly turned ferocious, as if the smile suddenly turned into a grin. The young man cruelly broke everything that was peaceful before, and smashed everything to the ground without any hesitation.  Without comparison, you will not find the value of peace.  When Zi Baifeng's two words "cursive script" appeared, the peaceful artistic conception in front of him had been completely destroyed. An unspeakable arrogance was already in his writing, and this momentum was getting stronger and stronger, as if it had faintly broken through the shackles of the paper.  , flew out.  "The world of cursive script is known as the only one in the world." "The fish flies out of the ink pool." At this time, Zi Baifeng's arrogance suddenly turned into a ferocious murderous intention, "Kill all the Zhongshan rabbits with the sharp stroke of the pen." As soon as the word "kill" came out,  The long stroke seemed to divide the paper into two sections. In a trance, a wealthy man with a sword stood on the cliff. After laughing wildly, he unsheathed his sword.  "Kacha Kacha" The murderous intention surged out so crazily that the guards in the palace couldn't help but draw out their long swords. They concentrated on alert. With the young man at the center, a whirlpool of killing intent seemed to have appeared. After writing the four sentences, Zi  Baifeng looked at Lian Yunping.  With a glance like a knife - Lian Yunping staggered back. At that moment, it seemed that Zi Baifeng had already dealt dozens of moves to him.  He wants to kill me!  Hereally wants to kill me!  At this moment, Lian Yunping realized this.  Lian Yunping gave in involuntarily, causing Zi Baifeng to chuckle disdainfully. In an instant, the murderous intention disappeared. Zi Baifeng seemed to feel that this kind of person was not worthy of him to kill people. His pen suddenly turned soft, like a cool breeze blowing,  Extra refreshing.  As I write this, no one has spoken.  Which one is higher and which one is lower is already known at the moment.  This boy, in four lines of poetry, can be calm and peaceful, arrogant and murderous, all within the space of four lines of poetry.  He is not repeating his previous self, he is showing off his ability and control.  A writing brush is like a soldier under his command. He can hit wherever he wants. No matter how incredible things are, he can do it.  Four lines of poetry have already suppressed everything that Lian Yunping's eight lines could express before.  The young man seemed to be satisfied. He smiled and continued to write: "The weather is cool in August and September, and the hall is full of drunkards and poets. There are several compartments of hemp and plain silk, and the Xuanzhou stone inkstone is bright."  , but no one will sigh anymore.  ??The writing process is like a mountain, with peaks and troughs, dullness, and excitement.  Everyone¡¯s eyes widened.  Zi Baifeng sniffed, looked at the Man Bull King, hooked his fingers, and said, "Bring the wine!" The Man Bull King's eyes widened, like bells, and he quickly shook his head.  "Bring it here!" Zi Baifeng glared, "Otherwise, I won't be able to drink it in the future." Zi Baifeng smelled that Man Niu King had his sweet-scented osmanthus wine. Last time, Man Niu King only got a small bottle.  I haven't finished drinking it yet, so I must be carrying it with me and savoring it drop by drop.  "The Man Bull King is so confused. This guy said so. He must still have this kind of wine. If you give it to him, maybe you can exchange it for a few more bottles?"  But wouldn't it be too embarrassing to give it to him like this? It's up to him whether to give it or not.  "Bring it" Zi Baifeng stretched out his hand and asked for help.  ¡°I can only take a sip.¡± The Manniu King poured a little carefully, and the amber liquid floated in the air and flew towards Zi Baifeng. ?? Okay, just one bite, you stingy old monster!  Zi Baifeng rolled his eyes and cursed.  As soon as the wine came out of the bottle, it immediately attracted the attention of countless people. At this moment, countless people¡¯s stomachs began to growl.  Zi Baifeng swallowed the wine in one gulp, burped, and a stream of alcohol odor spurted out.  It seems that you are already drunk after one sip.  His smile became giddy, and his writing seemed completely disorganized, but it got even better. With random swipes, the ink quickly filled up a piece of paper.    "My master leaned on the rope bed after getting drunk, and swept away thousands of them in a moment. The wind and rain were blowing, and the falling flowers and snow were so vast." In an instant, it seemed like a storm, and suddenly the snow was falling.  After the three words "He Mangmang", the paper has reached the end, and it is already twelve sentences.  But it¡¯s not over yet.  "Bring more paper!" Zi Baifeng turned around and shouted. The officials of the Ministry of Rites hurriedly went to get the paper, but where could Zi Baifeng wait?  He was already on the side of the main hall. At this time, he took two steps forward, waved his pen, and started writing directly on the wall of the main hall.  "No" The guard wanted to stop him, but was stopped by King Zhuan's eyes.  "He stood up and faced the wall without stopping, with a line of numbers as big as a bucket. It was as if he heard gods and ghosts startling him, and he saw dragons and snakes running away from time to time. He frowned like lightning on the left and right, as if he was fighting with Chu and Han. Several families in the seven counties of Hunan  , Every family barrier book is full of titles. "The more Zi Baifeng wrote, the happier he became, and the more he wrote, the more excited he became. The madness that had just subdued could no longer be suppressed. His art of raising monsters was already good at spirituality and artistic conception.  At this time, the pen came out, and when he wrote "I only see dragons and snakes walking around all the time", the wall could no longer restrain the words, and the writing flew out, like a dragon and a snake coiled around it.  Then, there was lightning and thunder, and the two armies were faintly seen confronting each other, and the sound of killing was loud.  Some people who had no cultivation level were so frightened that they almost fainted. King Zhuan stood up and stood behind Zi Baifeng, trying his best to isolate Zi Baifeng's amazing momentum, but he heard Zi Baifeng burst into laughter.  Previous Chapter Return to Table of Contents Next Chapter
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