I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

Zhang Zhongxing's giant brush like rafters outlines the thunder cloud, which is combined with his own spring thunder on his tongue, and the upper and lower thunders attract each other.

Within a radius of nearly 100 meters around him, everything was thunder and lightning.

The blood shadow old devil who flashed behind him was completely shattered by the thunder.

But the next moment, the blood light flashed in the forest a hundred meters away, revealing the figure of the blood shadow old devil again.

"You want to find out where the old man's devil soul is?" The blood shadow old devil sneered.

The blue-clothed scholar also sneered: "Very good, this is wonderful."

As he said that, he immediately used a huge brush like a rafter to outline rounds of scorching suns, shining under the night sky and illuminating the surroundings.

The blood shadow old devil turned into a blood phoenix, and continued to fight against it.

Fighting and fighting, the old devil fought and retreated.

Although he verbally disdains the other party, he already knew after a short while of fighting that this blue-clothed scholar is really a formidable opponent.

Since he practiced the "Phoenix Blood Book", this was the first time he met an opponent who was not inferior to him in the same realm.

This Zhang Zhongxing, the Jiufeng Academy he was born in, is above the three major academies of the Eastern Tang Dynasty in terms of classics, principles, and cultural research.

The blood shadow old devil asked himself, if he hadn't practiced "Phoenix Blood Book", even if he was also in the eighth realm, he would definitely not be Zhang Zhongxing's opponent.

Right now, he wasn't worried that he would lose.

Fighting to the end, there may not be no chance of victory.

But if he wanted to capture the other party alive and bring him back to Chang'an City, it would definitely be impossible.

The blood shadow old devil regards Zhang Dongyun's order as the first priority in everything now, and is not obsessed with personal victory or defeat.

So he pretended to be defeated, and wanted to try to lure this arrogant scholar back to Chang'an City.

"Old devil, be frank, I am most annoyed by you pretentious people, where do you want to lead me?"

Although Zhang Zhongxing is arrogant, his eyesight is not bad.

Although the old devil in front of him may not be comparable to Hong Xiao, the dean of White Horse Academy, his strength is not weak.

Now deliberately retreating, most likely playing some crooked idea.

However, Zhang Zhongxing was so bold that he didn't stop, but followed the blood shadow old devil closely:

"Do you have elders or fellow disciples to rely on? It's rare to meet a good player. I just want to learn the magic skills of this line. You might as well explain it quickly."

Xue Fenghuang opened his mouth and let out a human voice, his tone was cold: "Do you dare to come?"

Zhang Zhongxing said with a smile, "I'm afraid you won't dare to open the door."

"Very good." The blood phoenix immediately turned into a beam of blood and flew towards the northwest sky.

Zhang Zhongxing walked on the blue sky, riding the wind, and he followed the blood shadow old devil all the way.

The two eighth-level masters are now flying away with all their strength, and mountains, rivers and rivers flash past below.

At this time, the blood shadow old devil lured Zhang Zhongxing back to Longbei County, which was much less laborious than going out to search all the way before.

The two sides flew for a while, and Zhang Zhongxing suddenly said: "I have been in Dongtang for a few days, and I have heard some rumors. Looking at this direction, is it going to Chang'an City? Are you from there?"

"Scared?"

The blood shadow old devil asked coldly.

At the same time, in order to prevent the opponent from being intimidated, he was ready to turn around and fight again.

"What am I afraid of?" Zhang Zhongxing said with a smile, "It's just that I didn't hear that there are great Confucian scholars and writers in Chang'an before, so I didn't go, but now you are full of magic skills, which arouses my interest."

"Come here if you have the guts." Seeing that the blue-clothed scholar did not escape, the blood shadow old devil heaved a sigh of relief and sneered secretly in his heart.

The two continued to move forward, and while admiring the surrounding scenery, Zhang Zhongxing asked, "Is your Chang'an built here by people from outside the Eastern Tang Dynasty?"

The blood shadow old devil didn't answer.

Zhang Zhongxing sneered: "You still put on a score with me?

It is also in this place that there are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys are called kings, so they give you a foothold.

This only shows that the practitioners here are incompetent. In another place, you would have been wiped out long ago. "

"It's up to you?" Old Blood Shadow asked indifferently.

"Maybe." Zhang Zhongxing smiled.

The two looked at each other with a sneer on the corners of their mouths.

A beam of blood, a blue cloud, flew across the vast land of Dongtang one after the other, and then entered Longbei County.

Seeing the Qinzhou mansion, the blood shadow old devil suddenly thought, His Majesty ordered such a secret thing, so it is not good for him to bring a crazy student back to Chang'an so ostentatiously, and be seen by others.

The old devil quickly thought about how to take the insolent scholar behind him to Daming Palace quietly.

He looked back, but suddenly froze.

Because Zhang Zhongxing behind him had disappeared.

No sound, no trace.

Obviously he has been on guard against the scholar behind him, there is no way that the other party slipped away quietly by himself.

That can only be...

"Go down and rest, you don't have to ask about this matter."

Just when the blood shadow old devil's mind flashed, an ethereal and majestic voice rang in his ears.

It was in Daming Palace that Zhang Dongyun spoke.

Hearing the words, the blood shadow old devil quickly stopped in mid-air: "This old slave will obey His Majesty's will."

Because Zhang Zhongxing's strength exceeded expectations, he could only bring the opponent back first.

As for the little girl named Ming Yixue, she can only let it go temporarily.

The old devil originally planned to bring Zhang Zhongxing back, and after solving the problem, he would go to Ming Yixue himself.

But now His Majesty ordered him not to ask about this matter again, so the blood shadow old devil returned to his residence in Chang'an City in a proper manner.

On the other side, Zhang Zhongxing was flying with the blood in front of him, and he was wondering what Chang'an Li would look like, when suddenly his vision blurred.

When his vision returned to normal, he was already in a spacious and magnificent hall.

In the hall, a figure was sitting high on the seat, looking down at him from a height.

Zhang Zhongxing frowned, and raised his head to see the other person's face clearly, but found that the other person's face was hidden under the light, and he couldn't see through it.

The situation just now seemed like someone moved time and space and brought him here from the outside in an instant.

Such a method, if the person in front of him did it with his own hands, then the strength of the other party would be terrifying.

The well-informed Zhang Zhongxing also felt slightly sank at first.

However, he quickly realized that some brilliant formations, relying on geographical advantages or treasures, could also have the same effect.

But he couldn't see the opponent's face clearly, which at least showed that the strength of the opponent was higher than his own.

"Your Excellency is clever, why don't you show your true colors..."

Zhang Zhongxing restrained himself a little, but he still couldn't help asking.

But before he could finish speaking, a huge pressure pressed him to the ground!

Zhang Zhongxing struggled to get up, but felt that all the bones in his body were about to be broken.

The literary talent on his head is condensed like a giant pen.

But in the next moment, the huge brush that flashed with brilliance burned automatically, and disappeared into nothingness in an instant.

Zhang Zhongxing refused to give up. The classic principle of his Jiufeng Academy is "a spring of talent and thinking".

After one's own literary talent is exhausted, it will immediately revive and regain its fullness, as if it is inexhaustible and inexhaustible.

So he immediately condensed his huge pen like rafters.

However, there was no response at all.

Zhang Zhongxing was stunned, and found that his literary talents were gradually exhausted.

"The Spring of Creative Thoughts" actually didn't work, and was eliminated from the source.

At this moment, Zhang Zhongxing saw a piece of paper and a volume of books flying out of him.

The paper was given by my mentor, and it has the magical effect of seeing words as if they were face.

Through the words on the paper, the mentor can know what Zhang Zhongxing sees and hears with a thought.

And that book was a treasure bestowed by the head of the academy himself before his departure.

At critical moments, you can use that book to support Zhang Zhongxing who is far away in the sky.

Seeing the strength of the blood shadow old devil and hearing the reputation of Chang'an City, Zhang Zhongxing still faced danger by himself, precisely because he was full of confidence.

He tried to wake up the scroll and inform the elders of the academy.

But soon, in despair, he found that no matter whether it was the piece of paper or the volume, there was dead silence and no response at all.

The aura of Wenhua on it seems to be scattered, and it has become like ordinary pen and ink, completely losing its due effect.

Zhang Dongyun looked at these two Confucian calligraphy, and then put them aside casually.

"Who is your lord?" Zhang Zhongxing asked struggling.

Zhang Dongyun just looked at him calmly.

The struggling movement of the blue-clothed scholar suddenly stopped, and he lay motionless on the ground, his expression became dull, and his eyes became dull.

"Do you know Shen Herong?" Zhang Dongyun asked

The other party answered honestly, with a voice that sounded like a dream: "One of the Twelve Yamas in the past, known as the 'Eternal Evil', an abandoned disciple of the Yansheng Mansion, and the niece of my mentor Shen Zongshi."

Zhang Dongyun raised his eyebrows slightly: "Let me introduce you and your mentor."

The blue-clothed scholar below said: "Student Zhang Zhongxing, a student of Nine Peaks Academy, a disciple of the third peak master Shen Hao, and the third son of the fourth generation of He Zhang's family.

Master Shen Zongshi is a generation of Wenzong, who is in charge of the third peak of Jiufeng Academy, and the world is full of peaches and plums. "

Zhang Dongyun frowned slightly, combined with Xiehuang's memory, he couldn't find anything related to Jiufeng Academy.

However, Shen Hao, who is known as the master of the literary world, can still train students like Zhang Zhongxing. This Jiufeng Academy should not be an unknown person.

"Tell me about Nine Peaks Academy." Zhang Dongyun asked.

Zhang Zhongxing was lying on the ground, his tone dull and unmoving: "Jiufeng Academy is located at Jiufeng, the northern range of Zilu Mountain. It was established by Master Shen Tianxian 20 years ago. It has recruited talents from all over the world. Although it has been a short time, it has already surpassed other schools. Above the academy, it can be ranked with Yansheng Mansion, and it is a holy place that scholars all over the world yearn for."

After Zhang Dongyun listened, his expression was slightly strange.

He leaned back, leaned on the back of the chair, and laughed out loud after a while.

Shen Tianxian's name, he can find it in Xie Huang's memory.

Shen Herong kisses her grandfather...

In the past, the Shen family was not a small family, but a Confucian family that had been passed down for many years.

There have been many outstanding figures in the family, great scholars and writers.

When Shen Herong was enlightened in her studies, the reason why she did not practice Confucianism was mainly because her parents were ordinary people, and her father was a concubine, so no one paid attention to her enlightenment at the beginning.

But the little girl is amazing herself, she touched the book for the first time in the morning, and she was already in the seventh state before going to bed at night, the Shen family immediately felt like a treasure and taught her carefully.

Afterwards, when Shen Herong entered Yansheng Mansion, the Shen family also benefited, and the tide went up.

But after Shen Herong was expelled from Yansheng Mansion, the situation of the Shen family became embarrassing.

Later, when Twelve Yamas teamed up to attack Yansheng Mansion, the Shen family kept a low profile like quails, for fear that other scholars would think of them...

However, judging from today's appearance, after the Xianji incident, has the Shen family reached an unprecedented peak?

Something seemed wrong... Zhang Dongyun frowned slightly.