After Yu Xian finished writing these four words, he suddenly felt an inexplicable panic and fear. His fingers were trembling, and he was a little disobedient and didn't want to continue writing.
Yu Xian suddenly thought of the escaped tail of King Emei, and felt absurd in his heart.
He used his other hand, clenched the fingers tightly, and continued writing.
"Yu, there is, actually, time."
After writing these four words, the inexplicable fear in Yu Xian's heart became even worse. The finger he was using when writing was actually struggling like the suppressed Dong Fu.
Several ghost figures jumped out from Yu Xian's Niwan Palace. These little ghosts were frightened and had plans to escape at any time.
A trace of regret arose out of thin air in Yu Xian's heart.
Laozi, am I doing this wrong?
When Yu Xian was hesitant, the fawning middle-aged man hesitated for a long time, and then he bowed to the ground as if instinctively, and complimented, "My lord, you are right, people always have selfish intentions."
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Is that so?
Yu Xian was thinking about it.
The flattering middle-aged man once again flattered, "But what my lord did was not wrong. Although selfishness is his true intention, if he is willing to be a selfless fool, even if he has to bear the weight of Taihang and the royal family, it will be nothing. This is
The so-called real man!"
Oh I see.
Yu Xian was suddenly stunned, and immediately laughed in relief.
His blood-stained fingers were firm and he continued to write seriously.
"Teng, snake, ride, fog."
With most of the poem completed, Yu Xian finally began to bear the backlash.
Time crazily carved traces on his body, causing his boyish face to begin to change.
This young and handsome little demon has a mighty look between his brows, and the curve of his jaw is also changing. The bonuses of "the power of a mother" and "a man and a horse are like a dragon" on his body instantly dissipate, but he is growing and changing uncontrollably.
With.
Dong Fu was worthy of being a Confucian of this dynasty. After a short struggle, he immediately understood the mystery of the turtle talisman.
The body of the black panther transformed into Dong Fu's true form again in the blink of an eye.
The turtle talisman floating in the air lost its target and fell from the air with a "snap" sound.
"late!"
Yu Xian snorted coldly and pressed the mountain-moving stick against Dong Fu's struggling headless body.
Although the mountain-moving stick has not been filled with any energy, the lines on it are densely packed and run through. One end shines with the word "Taihang", and the other end shines with the word "Wangwu".
Yu Xian pressed the mountain-moving stick on Dong Fu's headless corpse, so that he could no longer struggle, and a large mass of dirty blood gushed out from his neck.
Yu Xian didn't know how long this state would last, so he immediately continued writing firmly.
"In the end, it will be dust and ashes."
As the last word fell, the struggling Dong Fu suddenly fell silent.
The will to endure humiliation and bear the burden to continue the Han Dynasty, the determination to make a desperate move to assist Zuo Liu Yan, and the determination not to close eyes and sacrifice one's own flesh and blood, are vulnerable to Cao Mengde's heroic poems.
Also vulnerable is Yu Xian.
After this majestic poem containing the power of time destroyed Dong Fu, it immediately began to backfire on Yu Xian.
He could almost clearly feel that his life span was rapidly decreasing.
Even when the mountain-moving stick in his hand fell to the ground, Yu Xian had no idea.
Yu Xian couldn't express what he felt in his heart at this moment.
Although he is fearless, he is not without unwillingness.
He was thinking.
This life is wonderful enough, but there are still too many regrets.
He thought of Dong Bai who was still waiting for his rescue, of the Luo Shen who was watching in the Luoshui River, of the beautiful beauty that was hateful but given too much, of the mysteries surrounding the emperor's daughter Ba and Qing Qingzi, and of the strange spirits who were always at odds with him.
His evil disciple Sun Diaochan.
He also felt unspeakable regret at this moment. If he had followed Zixia and studied the Book of Songs with him, how could he have ended up like this?
I also thought of the old man Zuoqiu who ran away halfway. Even if that guy was here, he wouldn't be here today!
Although the profession of a novelist is not that of a poet, in this world, everything comes down to something, and a novelist knows how to copy poems! When the time comes, old man Zuoqiu will copy randomly, and maybe Cao Mengde will be the one who vomits blood.
Yu Xian's body was changing under the backlash of time, slowly approaching the peak state of his youth, then rapidly declining and beginning to age.
Yu Xian waited sadly and helplessly for the ending, but could do nothing.
Unexpectedly, just when Yu Xian's physical condition began to decline rapidly, a treasure in his body began to resist fiercely.
An endless stream of life breath spurted out from the liver, filling the battlefield where Yu Xian's body had retreated. Then he tried desperately to get Yu Xian's physical condition back to its peak.
What's more, there is a tendency to continue to push for Yu Xian's body to return to its original state.
But the backlash of time was even more fierce, suppressing the breath of life in the blink of an eye, accelerating Yu Xian's aging.
After the mysterious wooden box made a counterattack, it seemed to be unable to follow up, and was overwhelmed by the force of the backlash.
But after experiencing what happened just now, Yu Xian was shocked.
I, I think I can still save him!
Yu Xian quickly thought of what he could do to deal with it!
There are ways to strengthen the breath of life!
Chongxuanzi's spring birth of all things, and the birth gate in the eight-door golden lock formation!
It's just that the city is in such chaos right now. Although Yu Xian has eliminated Dong Fu, he is still being targeted by the white ape, so he has no chance to free his hands.
Yu Xian was in a state of ups and downs when he suddenly saw Linqiong Ghost King staggering over, covered in blood.
Seeing this ghost king who had some friendship with him, Yu Xian was not happy and was shocked, and quickly looked behind her.
Yu Xian was not surprised that Linqiong Ghost King was in such a mess.
It must have been the Pheasant Taoist who started killing people at Ximen.
But don't bring about that disaster!
Yu Xian doesn't dare to cause such big trouble as Taoist Pheasant now.
Linqiong Ghost King was also shocked when he saw Yu Xian. The young Taoist priest before was now a vigorous young man, and he seemed to be maturing rapidly.
If it weren't for the guidance of her slave ghost in Yu Xianfei, even Linqiong Ghost King would not dare to recognize her.
It was just that the matter was urgent, and Linqiong Ghost King had no time to ask. She bit her lip and said hastily, "Yu Xian! I have something to ask of you!"
Seeing that Taoist Pheasant was not chasing after him, Yu Xian said simply, "Protect me first!"
The tone of voice was so crisp and clear that it made people suspect that he was asking for free prostitution.
After Yu Xian finished speaking, he used the method of spring to generate all things and gather vitality, and at the same time used the reserved materials to quickly lay out the life gates in the eight-door golden lock array.
Linqiong Ghost King was so angry that he bit his silver teeth secretly.
She was seriously injured, but she could only summon the red-clothed fierce ghost and kill the approaching monkeys without hesitation.
The red-clothed fierce ghost killed several monkeys transformed into velvet hairs, and then unsurprisingly attracted the attention of the old white ape.
The old white ape casually bit off the head of the Dongzhou military commander Lu Chang who had only one breath left in his hand. He slowly crawled towards this side with his scarlet eyes open.