The warrior looked nervous and protected the old man who fell to the ground behind him. He shouted at the scholar in the green robe on the carriage: "How can scholars be so arrogant? Where have the saint etiquette you learned??"

The scholar in the green robe just showed a faint sneer and did not respond. He held a brush dipped in ink and wanted to write a poem.

"Old man, go somewhere else first, I want to meet this scholar." The warrior helped the old man up, turned his head to look at the scholar in green robe, pulled out the long sword from his waist with a clang, and said in a cold voice: "Do you write poetry quickly or my sword quickly!"

The scholar in the green robe glanced at the warrior with contempt, shook his head and said, "Ha, with your current actions, I can report to the county magistrate and press you into the prison for a year and a half. Wu also wants to fight with Wen? It's ridiculous!"

"You!" The warrior's heart trembled and glared at the scholar in the green robe. His hand holding the knife was uncontrollably relaxed a little.

The warriors around them dare to be angry but dare not speak out. Today, literature is the most respected, and martial arts is regarded as a small technique that does not enter the hall of elegance.

Among literati, the name of a martial artist is not a martial artist, but a martial man, a martial man.

Even if this young man in the green robe only has the position of scholar, he is still a person in the literary world, and he has many higher identities than warriors.

If a warrior shows his sword to the scholar, he will definitely not escape the prison if he is reported. On the contrary, if a scholar fights the poem that hurts the warrior, as long as it is not fatal, he will be warned at most.

This is almost impossible in other worlds, but it is very common to recite poems in this world where the real world of literary and Taoism can be transformed into reality and form actual combat power.

"This martial artist, well, warrior, are you ready?" The green-robed scholar looked at the warrior as if he was looking at a ridiculous monkey, his eyes full of jokes.

At this time, the warrior had no way to turn back. He suddenly held the long sword in his hand and exerted force under his feet. With a bang, a small pit appeared on the pavement made of stones. The warrior had already burst out at an extremely fast speed and rushed towards the green-robed scholar.

The bright long sword was raised, and the blade reflected the sunlight on the face of the scholar in the green robe. As long as the blade fell, the scholar in the green robe would probably splatter blood on the spot.

The scholar in the green robe was not panicked at all, his face did not change and his expression was calm. He quickly wrote a line of text on the paper in his hand.

"The wind blows hard and rains, and the snow blooms with bloody plums."

It's not a good poem, and even Zhou Cheng's level can evaluate him, but his spiritual sense clearly felt the killing aura on that piece of white paper!

The words are like sharp swords, exuding a dazzling sharp aura. The words and poems are inexplicably combined with some inexplicable power between heaven and earth. A green light flashes by, condenses into reality and manifests itself!

A large number of black feathered arrows suddenly appeared in front of the scholar in the green robe, densely packed and endless, which made the warrior shocked and went back directly. The warrior watching next to him retreated to the border of the road.

The so-called "hard rain" in the poem is actually a rain of arrows!

Then the strong wind suddenly blew, causing the curtains of the carriage doors to roar. The scholar in green robe stood up and stood with his hands behind his back, murmured: "The rain fell and the blood was blooming!"

Whoosh swish swish swish!

The dense black feathered arrows fell like a sudden rain. The warrior had to keep waving the long sword in his hand and spread the attacking feathered arrows in a hurry. However, the feathered arrows were endless and the manpower was exhausted. After all, the warrior could not resist the feathered arrow's attack. As a feathered arrow struck his shoulder, the original defensive posture disappeared, and the empty gate suddenly opened.

"Ahhhhhh!"

The warrior was shot by the infinite feather arrow and immediately let out a painful roar, blood splashed out, falling to the ground like red plums!

Seeing this, Zhou Cheng's eyes were cold and he was going to take the Snake Spear to trouble the scholar in the green robe. With his current strength, the scholar had no time to write a war poem at all.

"Little Taoist." Ye Junyu grabbed it, shook his head and said, "The warrior has no worries about his life. Although the scene just now looked terrifying, the warrior was only injured by flesh and blood."

The wound of flesh? Is it just a wound of flesh? Zhou Cheng was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then looked at the warrior again.

The warrior was kneeling on one knee, supporting his body with a long knife. The dense scars were covered all over his body, but most of them were shallow skin and flesh wounds, and only a few places were gushing out blood.

What's going on? Could it be that this warrior practiced some skills such as a golden bell cover and iron shirt? Was he shot so many arrows, and how could he be so injured?

Zhong Qinyuan explained on the side: "Your spirit has not been opened and your spiritual consciousness has not been completely condensed, so it is normal that you can't tell. Although the number of feather arrows condensed by the scholar's poems is large, the actual attack power is not strong, and only a few of them have strong lethality."

Song Hong interrupted and said, "Even so, the strength of this scholar is comparable to that of an ordinary weapon refiner who has just opened his soul."

As he said that, he looked at Zhong Qinyuan and Ye Junyu again, as if he felt something was wrong, and added: "Maybe the disciples of the major sects will be different."

The inheritance of the top sects in the world, whether it is martial arts or magical artifacts, is far beyond what ordinary small sects can compare with.

"This warrior is close to the completion of refining shapes and building foundations." Ye Junyu said softly, "With such cultivation, it can be said that he has no power to fight back against a scholar. Those who have a higher literary position are afraid of being stronger."

In the main world, there is also an imperial examination system, and there are also scholars, juren, and jinshi. It is just that this world can manifest itself into actual attacks.

"You guys have been peeking at me since the beginning. Could it be that I also want to learn from this idiot and compete with me?" After the green-robed scholar defeated the warrior, he seemed to be still not satisfied, and then turned his attention to Zhou Cheng and others who had been watching next to him.

Zhou Cheng couldn't help but roll his eyes. Is he still being shot while lying down? But it's too early to have a conflict with this scholar now.

Although they can easily get rid of this scholar with their strength, with the rules of this world, if they really do that, don’t want to participate in the civil and military banquet and prepare to escape the pursuit.

"boom!"

At this moment, a thunder suddenly sounded around the carriage. The green-robed scholar's body trembled slightly. He looked up at the sky and saw that the clear sky was washed and white clouds were weaving, and he couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Young Master, Young Master!" Suddenly, a young man in a coarse linen drove from Yongzhou in a carriage. After approaching, he jumped out of the car and walked through the crowd to the green-robed scholar.

"Young Master, I'm late, I'm scared you. The carriage is ready. Let's go to Yongzhou quickly. The county magistrate is waiting for you."

The scholar in the green robe glanced at Zhou Cheng and others, then looked at the sky again, and said, "It's good."

Zhou Cheng watched the carriage leave and smiled at Zhong Qinyuan, "Senior Brother Zhong, the thunder just now is your masterpiece."

Zhong Qinyuan said modestly: "A mere trick is not worth mentioning."

Sometimes magical artifacts can indeed be called infinitely useful.

Ye Junyu said: "The book boy just now said that the county magistrate was waiting for the scholar, I'm afraid he was also one of the literati who participated in the civil and military banquet."

"Hahaha, that's just right!" Song Hong laughed and said, "I will naturally give him a good look at that time!"

Zhou Cheng looked towards Yongzhou and said in a deep voice: "Scholars are already comparable to the spirit of the beginning of their spirit. Juren is probably the spirit of the spirit of the spirit of the juren, or even higher. We should find out the situation of the civil and military banquet clearly."

Ye Junyu nodded and said, "That's exactly what it means."

Zhong Qinyuan agreed: "Indeed, it's better to be cautious."
Chapter completed!