Evil Monarch Wields Nine Yangs

Chapter 113: Mr. Qian Da

Li Xing can't see right now. I have the money. Is it normal? However, since he said that Xiaoxue was raised by him, it was really strange. How can an ordinary person sustain such spirit beasts as medicine foxes?

There are three factions in Pingguo, and none of them has a medicine fox, let alone an ordinary person?

However, even if this person intentionally hides his strength, Li Xing need not worry about being threatened. Because if the other party wants to be unfavorable to him, there is no need to spend so much effort to go around so many turns, and start directly, he has absolutely no strength to resist.

For a moment, many thoughts flashed in his mind, and finally grinned and bent down, saying, "Please sir, please, I'll carry you out."

I was very satisfied with the money, and patted Li Xing on the shoulder: "Nice and good, knowing that he respects the old man and is a good guy." Then he politely fell on Li Xing.

Li Xingdao "hugged", leaving wind on his feet, and quickly left the demon forest. Shortly after the two left, a ghost rose from the ground and a middle-aged man appeared. The man was knotted in muscle, tall, fierce, fierce, with tiger-like marks on his skin.

At this moment, the man wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and murmured, "How can Your Majesty appear here? Fortunately, I have seen His Majesty the next time when I was a guard before. If not, I would have died ugly once I had run into him. "

He turned his eyes, and said to himself, "Those humans thought that a weapon could block Ben Huwei? Huh! Let them see how powerful Ben Huwei is!" Make a demon wind, approaching the blue sky.

However, he said that Li Xing was carrying money, and he was out of the demon forest soon, and according to the instructions I had, he went to his house. After passing a few mountains and crossing a few rivers, we saw a 100-meter-high earth mountain.

The forest was lush on the mountain, and a farmland was opened. Three thatched houses were built on the top of the mountain.

Li Xing ran to the hut and asked, "Is this right here?"

I jumped from Li Xing's back and smiled "Hehe": "Yes, this is Han She, please go in for a cup of tea."

Li Xing didn't find out that after seeing the thatched cottage, the little fox rolled a helpless white eye. He was full of doubts and stepped into the thatched house with money.

In the hut, it was actually very clean and tidy. Li Xing is not very good at painting and calligraphy, but also has a little eyesight. You can see that the painting is sparse and ordinary, unlike everyone's handwriting.

As soon as Qian entered the room, I pointed at the painting and said loudly, "The evidence you said is right above this."

Li Xing was puzzled, and said in his heart what evidence could a painting be? So he looked at the painting carefully again, and soon his eyes narrowed. It turned out that a little fox was painted on the hill above the painting.

Although it is just a few simple strokes, the image is obviously Xiao Xue.

"Hey, how's it? Can I prove now that I own this fox?"

Li Xing pretended not to have a good look, and said, "Is it not? I don't look very much, look here ..." He reached out and drew a finger, using the true power secretly, and hitting it secretly.

I only heard the sound of "噗", the position of the little fox painting was shattered, and a small hole appeared.

Li Xing said "Oh," he looked at the painting strangely and said to himself, "Why is the painting broken?"

Xiaoxue in her arms covered her mouth with a small paw, and seemed to be laughing.

I stayed for a while, and then I got close to the painting and took a closer look. Then I was angry. "I said that the painting paper he sold was not good. Then I bragged at me and ruined this masterpiece. What a reason! "

Li Xing laughed: "Mr. Qian, you seem to have no evidence now."

Qian sighed: "Mr. Ben has always convinced people. Since there is no evidence, he will never ask you for this fox." He glanced at Xiao Xue, and Xiao Xue spit out his pink tongue at him. .

I didn't care about the money. I took Li Xing's hand and said enthusiastically, "I rarely come here. Since you are here, you might as well stay for a few days and let Mr. Ben do his best."

Li Xing still has something to do, how can there be time to run out here, and quickly quit.

I had money but sank my face: "Why, don't you think I'm a scholar without a chicken, so look down on me?"

Li Xing really couldn't guess the true identity of this Mr. Qian, but in the course of talking with him, he felt that he had a special temperament in him, so he valued him in the heart, and then laughed: "Where can I look down on the scholar? It ’s just that something is happening and I have to leave. "

Qian gave me a look at Li Xing, and it seemed to me that it was a “what a reason” to force others to stay, so I slowed down my tone and said, “However, there is a rule here for anyone who comes, leave a poem, You cannot be an exception. "

As soon as Li Xing heard it, he laughed in the belly. He came from another world. He knew a lot of famous poems, and he could just say one. At present, he looked around the environment and asked, "Mr. Qian is a learned person at first glance, how can he live in seclusion here?"

This question seemed to ask about the itchiness of Qian. He sighed and made a clear manner, saying, "I once determined to take the fame, then one day, Mr. Ben saw a human accident and thought that he would die sooner or later. What do you fight for? "

Li Xing nodded: "Mr. Penetrating the Red Dust, let him have a poem in his heart."

"Oh? Come on!" Qian I had someone who loved poetry and asked immediately.

Li Xing shook his head and groaned with frustration: "Someone laughed at me and I was crazy, I laughed at others; I didn't see the tomb of Gulai Haojie, without flowers and wine." Then asked with a smile, "Mr. laughed."

This is a peach blossom anthem by Tang Yin of the Ming Dynasty. Li Xing only took four of them. In fact, these four sentences are read out, because they do not pave the way for the preceding words, giving people a sense of discomfort. It's not that Li Xing didn't want to memorize it, but he only remembered these four sentences ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ However, after all, it was a master's handwriting, and it sounded different.

I have widened my eyes, and read it a few times, clapping my hands and admiring: "Good poetry! Good poetry! The person who writes poetry must be extraordinary!"

Li Xing stayed, why? Does he know that poems were not written by himself?

Sure enough, Qian asked Li Xing at this time: "Little brother, who wrote this poem?"

No matter how thick Li Xing's cheek, he couldn't help admitting it, simply and generously said, "The man who wrote the poem is an ancient man, and his origin is untestable. The original poem is so long, I only remember these few words." , "I'm thin at the bottom. I don't know how to write poetry. I can only borrow other people's poems."

Qian sighed, "If I could see the author of this poem, I would live 500 years off."

Li Xing rolled his eyes and said, Can you live for 500 years?

I suddenly yawned at this time: "Mr. Ben is sleepy, you go." Li Xing arched his hand: "Mr. Qian, there will be a period." Out of the hut, he went to the demon forest twice.