Chapter 2 Wen Shengxiao Forgotten Book

Chapter 2 Wen Shengxiao Forgets the Book

This white figure floated in the night sky, and the sound seemed to be hidden in those lights and shadows. Naturally and unrestrained, it actually deceived many masters upstairs.

It was not until he appeared outside the fence on the seventh floor that Su Yongcai, who was slightly drunk, squinted.

At this moment, Mr. Hong and Serum Feng also turned their heads, and only Xiao Changfeng, who was unconscious, was still shouting and drinking.

The person who came was a middle-aged scribe. He fell on the railing and stepped down gently with a smile on the corners of his mouth.

This man's white cloth is not exquisite, but he is born to wear an indescribable style. Although the serum wind is also beautiful and elegant, I don't know how much it is compared with this person.

Although this person has entered middle age and has slightly wrinkles on his forehead, the peerless glory is like a fairy walking down from the clouds. He smiled peacefully, but it was still shocking and yearned for it.

Serum wind has a violent heart under the elegant appearance. Under the breath of dust, it can't hide the sinister meaning. However, this person has a fairy spirit in his bones. Although his appearance is not outstanding, the pure sense of elegance seems to have long been out of the world.

And the peaceful and kind smile was like being born on his face, and there was no trace of abruptness.

Except for Su Yong and other four of the generals on the seventh floor, all of them were shocked by the sudden middle-aged man and retreated one after another.

However, Mr. Hong was stunned and quickly grabbed the hand of the serum wind that was about to draw the sword. The question in his mouth was surprised: "Senior Wen Shengxiao?"

Su Yong's surprise even woke up a little. Even the old man Hong called him a senior. What is the beginning of this middle-aged scholar?

But the serum wind that was about to draw the sword just now almost bit its tongue. He widened his eyes in surprise and said in a stuttering, "Wensheng... laughing and forgetting the book?"

The smile on the middle-aged scholar's face was deeper and he said indifferently, " Commander Hong, bloodline, am I a little abrupt?"

He turned to Su Yong with a smile: "This must be General Su Yongsu?" Ziyi mentioned to me that you are the immortal general of Yanlong, and I have also heard your beautiful articles in the poetry competition. Today, I saw that he was indeed a heroic teenager, which made people sigh with emotion.

Purple clothes? Is it the girl in purple who is one of the three venerable people in the palace? Su Yong was shocked and hurried forward and said, "Su has seen Elder Xiao."

This person must be the "Confucian student" among the three deities of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. I didn't expect him to have such an alternative name. Su Yong couldn't help looking at the other party carefully and thought to himself: The name is really not wrong. It's really "laughing".

Everyone was also a little surprised to hear that the venerable, who had already stepped into the clouds, praised Su Yong so much.

Wen Shengxiao forgot the book. That is the existence of a fairy. In the whole world, there are only three saints who are so extraordinary and free from vulgarity. At most, the Pope on the other side of the Red Fan West will not be more than five. Such an existence is much more eye-catching than the emperor.

It is more difficult for people in the world to get their attention and appreciation than to ascend to the sky. And Su Yong is still highly valued by two of them? At this moment, even Old Hong's eyes look at him are a little strange.

At this moment, old man Hong quickly emptied the "top chair" and invited the first seat of Wen Sheng. However, Xiao Changfeng suddenly woke up after being clicked by an old man Hong's finger. At this moment, he was still staring at the legendary character with wide eyes.

During the banquet, only old man Hong was lucky to meet this venerable man before. At this moment, he also woke up as soon as possible. At present, he said the strange things found outside the city together with the war.

The existence of Xiao Wangshu, which is detached from the world, really doesn't care much about those earthly struggles. Only when talking about the tomb of Haishen suddenly frowns.

After a long silence, he smiled and forgot the book and sighed sadly: "The old monk is really not bad. I came here for this mausoleum this time. Fortunately, I came in time."

The Venerable stood up, drank all the wine in the glass, and then waved it casually. The small white porcelain cup flew out like a butterfly.

After a long time, there was a crisp sound from the white porcelain cup downstairs.

Xiao Wangshu listened attentively and seriously, like listening to a long-lost secular sound. It was not until he heard the crisp sound that he stretched his eyebrows, and his face showed a harmless smile again.

"Fortunately, General Su is more cautious..." There was no joke on his face, but he said seriously with a smile, "That's not something you can deal with. Even I'm not sure at all... Hey, as the old monk said, do your best."

It turned out that the old monk among the three venerities had a huge evil in the west a few days ago, but he could not confirm what it was. So after the discussion, the three decided to deal with it all the way from Xiao Wangshu.

Fortunately, Su Yong proposed to postpone his action until tomorrow's day, so that the venerable who kept coming in the starry night would not be a step late.

At this moment, the smile on his face was covered with a solemn look: "I will gather the team tomorrow and let me lead the team."

Naturally, people dare not have any objection. Although the serum wind was a little disapproving afterwards, Mr. Hong also felt that the venerable people were too cautious.

If the venerable person fights, what ghosts and fierce spirits in the world can do evil?

Only Su Yong, in addition to the shock, he paid more attention to it. Because in the solemnity outside the smile, he couldn't find any exaggeration.

Is there really any ancient evil spirit left by Nepsei, which can threaten such a supreme existence as the venerable? He frowned with a blood knife in his hand.

At present, there is nothing more to say. The generals who planned to revel all night also began to leave after midnight.

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After the sunrise rose brilliantly again, the soldiers gathered outside the city at this moment have lost all the fatigue of yesterday and feel that their bodies are full of surging power.

The knife light is brighter, the chest is higher, and the armor is more distinct. Even the brilliance on the face seems to be stained with the breath of the sun.

Xiao Wangshu seemed to be very satisfied with these selected elite soldiers. With a wave of his hand, he led the 200-man elite team down the inclined huge pit.

Two hundred elite soldiers are divided into four teams. Xiao Wangshu, Hong Yuanba, Serum Feng and Su Yong led the team to deal with the many forkways that may be encountered in the corridor. In the hands of the four captains, they even brought a dictionary of ancient scripts and today's Yanlongwen to facilitate dealing with some unexpected situations.

Of course, Xiao Changfeng also followed Su Yong, the fourth team. Under Su Yong's reminder, the quiver on his back had already been filled with sharp arrows, and the star iron bow had been held in his hand.

This break into the Mausoleum of the Sea God can be said to have done enough homework.

People are concentrated in front of the black hole in the corridor. Xiao Wangshu looked at the square stone tablet carefully. There was no emotion on his face. He just smiled indifferently and looked around and said, "Does anyone want to quit?"

These soldiers who are lucky enough to follow the venerable are very excited. At this moment, the response is loud one by one: "I swear to follow the lord to the death."

The face of the laughing and forgetting book suddenly flashed a trace of loss that no one noticed. He sighed slightly, and then looked serious and shouted, "Don't shout slogans like swearing to follow me. I want you to do everything possible to escape immediately when you can't support it, understand?"

The generals were stunned.

Only Su Yong's calm voice sounded again: "Lord Xiao asked if you understood?"

Hearing the question of General Su, who was also a soldier, these stunned soldiers subconsciously stood up and replied loudly and neatly, "I see."

It was at this time that they put away their excitement and began to pay serious attention to this task.

Xiao Wangshu smiled and turned his head to look at Su Yong and said with a wry smile, "I, as a literati, is really not a soldier."

Everyone pulled out their blades and began to walk cautiously into the dark and wide corridor under the leadership of their respective captains.

And above the huge pit, there were not only 5,000 soldiers and horses guarding, but also more than a dozen main guns, aimed at the huge entrance of the black hole in a fan.

The west gate of the Red Earth City is under martial law by the city guard, and all people are not allowed to approach.

The air that has not yet gone away with the smell of gunpowder smoke is still full of an extremely tense atmosphere.