At this time, the men around him had reacted, drawn out their swords with a clatter, and quickly surrounded him.
Among them was a man about forty years old, wearing light gray clothes, with thin eyebrows and eyes, a grinning nose, and a large mole on his mouth. He ran to Murong Xuan and asked, "My nephew, what's wrong with you?"
, you look so bad, are you poisoned?"
"Uncle Song, I was poisoned by the little demon girl, and now I'm itchy to death!"
"Hurry up and sit down and do your exercises. Don't let the poison spread. Take this detoxification pill of mine as soon as possible. I hope it can detoxify you." After that, the man handed a small pill to Murong Xuan.
Murong Xuan quickly took it, swallowed it in one gulp, and then sat cross-legged to do his exercises.
"Hahaha, it's useless. Baihuafen has no cure other than loose flower pills. Murong Xuan, you pervert, just wait to die slowly."
"You little witch, hand over the antidote quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!" The Uncle Song in Murong Xuan's mouth said viciously.
"You insidious people, even if I give you the antidote, you will still be rude, right?" Zi Yan said with a smile.
"You're right, okay, I'll take you down first, then come on, come on, take her down for me!" The man shouted loudly.
A group of men immediately rushed towards Zi Yan with swords waving.
"Who dares to hurt my little fairy!" Suddenly a loud shout came, and then a man rushed over with a sword in hand, knocking over two men at once.
Zi Yan took a look and saw that it was Li Bai who came.
It turns out that Li Bai was worried about Zi Yan searching for Bai Long alone in the maple forest, so he came over to take a look, but he didn't expect that she was really in danger.
"Little fairy, are you okay?" Li Bai stood in front of Zi Yan with his sword and asked with concern.
When Zi Yan saw Li Bai, she felt relieved and said, "It's okay, Li Bai. Be careful of these people poisoning you with incense."
"You're a sinister villain, and you're still poisoning me with incense. See if I don't uphold justice for heaven and put an end to you fanatics."
"Haha, Li Bai, you are still so crazy when you talk, please see clearly who I am!" At this time, the man just stepped forward and said.
When Li Bai heard this, he couldn't help but look at the person carefully.
"Ah, you are Magistrate Song! Song Xiaoxian!"
Li Bai slowly recognized the person who came, it was Song Xiaoxian, the magistrate of Anhan County!
Seeing Li Bai recognize him, Song Xiaoxian laughed: "Haha, it's good to recognize him. Li Bai, I miss you so much after we have been apart for so long!"
"Bah, Song Xiaoxian, you are an official of the imperial court, you are acting as a talisman, and you are using the incense to plot evil. You really disgrace Anhan County!"
Song Xiaoxian's face turned green when he heard this, "Li Bai, I think you really don't know how to praise me! Well, since you said something rude, then don't blame me for being disrespectful."
After saying that, Song Xiaoxian pulled out a sickle-like scimitar from behind his back and whirled towards Li Bai.
Li Bai raised his sword to block.
With a "dang" sound, the swords collided and made a crisp sound.
Li Bai felt his mouth was sore and numb, and he couldn't help but be surprised. He didn't expect that Song Xiaoxian's internal strength was so strong.
Just as he was thinking about it, Song Xiaoxian's second sword came again. Li Bai blocked it with his sword, and there was another "dang" sound. But after the collision this time, Song Xiaoxian's sword did not bounce away, but kept spinning along the Long Yuan sword.
, cut Li Bai's hand directly.
Li Bai didn't expect that he would have such a move, so he quickly drew his sword suddenly. Unexpectedly, the sword moved with the sword and was cut to the wrist.
If you don't let go, your hand will be broken on the spot.
Li Bai had no choice but to loosen his fingers and Long Yuan's sword suddenly fell to the ground.
When Song Xiaoxian saw this, he laughed evilly, "Hehe, it seems you won't survive today!" After that, he swung his knife towards Li Bai's head and chopped it off.
Li Baijian was out of hand and had nothing to stop him, so he hurriedly stepped back.
At this moment, a crisp singing voice sounded:
(Linglong Tower)
There is an old monk high up in the mountain, wearing thousands of layers of robes.
If you ask the old monk how old he is? He once remembered that the Yellow River was nine times clear.
Five hundred years ago, there was a total of 4,500 winters between Qing and Qing.
The old monk accepted eight disciples, and all eight disciples had Dharma names.
…
It’s Ziyan singing “Linglong Tower”!
While singing, she stuffed a Qingxin Pill into Li Bai's mouth to prevent Li Bai from being confused by Linglong Tower.
As soon as Linglong Tower sang, everyone present stood up blankly, and their swords fell to the ground.
Zi Yan and Li Bai were very happy when they saw this. Li Bai picked up the Long Yuan sword on the ground again and was about to go forward and kill him.
Suddenly, Murong Xuan, who had been sitting cross-legged on the ground, shouted: "I'm so itchy, stop singing!"
The sound was like thunder, and everyone was shocked and woke up from the confusion of Linglong Tower.
At this time, I saw Murong Xuan crawling on the ground, scratching his face wildly, and shouting: "It's itchy to death, it's itchy to death."
After a while, his face was covered with scratches that were as deep as the bones, and his face was covered with blood. He looked hideous and terrifying!
"My nephew, how are you? How are you?" Song Xiaoxian kept asking, but he did not dare to step forward for fear of being contaminated with poisonous powder.
"Ah! Little witch, I will fight with you!" Murong Xuan shouted, pulled out the Tyrant Sword, cut his hand a few times, using the pain to relieve the itching, then he picked up the sword and rushed towards Zi Yan like crazy.
Seeing this, the others also picked up their swords and rushed towards Zi Yan and Li Bai.
When Li Bai saw it, he knew that he and Zi Yan were no match, so he quickly pulled Zi Yan over, lifted up Ling Yun, and flew straight into the sky.
All the people rushed to nothing.
"Ah, Li Bai, come down quickly, I will cut you into pieces with a thousand swords!" Murong Xuan raised his head and shouted wildly, feeling an itching sensation. He couldn't help but cut himself a few more times, and his clothes were dyed red with blood.
But how could Li Bai care about him? Instead, he went higher and higher.
At this time, the moon is above the head, as if you can pick it off with your hand. The Zhenglu Pavilion in the distance looks a bit lonely under the moonlight. The clusters of mountain flowers next to the pavilion are graceful and colorful against the hazy moonlight. And there are some flowers on the river.
The ship was sailing at night, and the oil lamp hanging on the bow flickered on the river like fireflies. This situation was like a quiet and beautiful picture unfolding before Li Bai's eyes.
Li Bai was in a mood for poetry and immediately composed a poem, which he recited loudly:
(Zhenglu Pavilion at night)
The boat went down to Guangling,
The moon shines on the Zhenglu Pavilion.
Mountain flowers are like embroidered cheeks,
The fire in the river is like a firefly.
As soon as the poem was finished, Ling Yunta started to move again, circulating wildly in his body. At this time, Li Bai had fallen into a state of enlightenment. His mind was filled with images of Jiang Huo and Liu Ying and the big white goose tied to King Luo Bin's internal power.
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Fireflies, big white goose, big white goose, fireflies...
Murong Xuan, who was so itchy that he was almost insane when he saw Li Bai fleeing to high altitudes and still reciting poems, felt that he was mocking himself. He was so angry that he shouted: "Li Bai, you are going too far, okay! I don't want my life today either.
I need you two to be buried with me!"
After saying that, he took out five silver needles from his arms and inserted them into five key points on his head.
Song Xiao, who was on the side, saw this and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him. At the same time, he shouted: "No, my dear nephew. Once you use the force-forcing technique, you will die if you lose your strength!"
But it was already too late, all the silver needles were seen submerged into Murong Xuan's head, and five wisps of white smoke immediately rose from his head.