Chapter 706: Seven Points First

The oil spread on Shufang's rolling leg, and Shu Fangjuan realized that his face was not ready.

Shu Wanjuan's body was instantly scattered into ink and scattered in oil.

In the second one, he had seen many dossiers, and the scene in front of him reminded him of some tactics of Wen Xiu.

"Is that the avatar of his avatar just now?"

"Use the avatar to catch me? Does he catch it?" He didn't laugh, "Child, he is not so mad. What you just saw was Wen Xiu's ancestor. , Shooting must be done,

He is here, but his deity can be swapped with the avatar. Today I let him make him unable to change. You go outside and wait! Don't shout, don't say anything, don't affect your brother, don't affect other people, just watch outside, without me ordered, you don't allow you! "

His face was not big, and the second second slipped out of the door.

I didn't wait for the station, and the second second immediately called Li Yifeng.

Lao Luo answered the phone and did not dare to say a word, just hoped that Lao Luo could understand what he meant.

Inside the room, a ball of ink moved downstream, and thick oil was wrapped around the ink.

A big face laughed: "Old thieves, can't get out? I will make you completely oily after a while."

The ink was reversed and turned into the appearance of Shu Wanjuan. He wiped the oil stains on the coat, and his complexion was still calm.

"What do you want to do? I would like to narrate the old love, or do you want to turn over the old account? I feel wronged in my heart. Did there be some things that year?" Shu Wanjuan pulled the chair and sat on his face. Opposite the opposite, it seems to have a long chat with my face.

With a big frown, he bit his teeth, and a piece of oil appeared on the chair, allowing Shu Fangjuan to slide down from the chair.

Shu Wanjuan fell down and smiled bitterly: "Is this out of breath? You hit me twice without breath!"

His face was not big, Shu Wan rolled his feet slipping, fell to the ground, and his whole body fell into a scattered ink.

The ink re -aggregated, Shu Wanjuan stood up, fell again, fell more than a dozen times, Shu Wanjuan's gown was broken, the folding fan was broken, and blood was full of blood.

The second second was anxious outside the window, and his face was too childish.

How much psychological trauma he suffered in the end was to find the scene in this matter?

Shu Wanjuan recognized that he was beaten, and he was not guilty. He was obviously delayed.

I do n’t know the level of Shu Wanjuan, and I do n’t know much about the concept of Wen Xiu's ancestor, but he knows that the practitioners at this level have undergone this level of damage, and even itching is not a itch.

Shu Wanjuan sighed: "Now you're angry, can you say something?"

His face didn't nod: "Let's say! Hurry up, let me send you on the road."

Shu Wanjuan said: "It was the Song of the Chao Ge at first, this is not my will."

The face didn't say a lot: 1 "Don't talk about who's wishes, just say you didn't do it?"

Shu Wanjuan did not deny: "The Lu of the King, the loyalty of the king, I worshiped the order of the sacred, and naturally could not stand by, but the matter was played by Shan Chengjun, and the man was convened by Shan Chengjun. On the head of the army, if you blame me with the crime, maybe you can't say it? "

Sitting on the bed and smiling: "It turned out that the credit was not received, and my heart was uncomfortable. I came to me this time to make up for the credit?"

Shu Wanjuan shook his head and said, "I have been at a high position and no longer care about any credit. This time I come to you, I want to take you to Chaoge and find your identity."

His face said, "Speaking the bookmaker, are you crazy? What can I have in Neizhou?"

Shu Wanjuan: "As long as you are willing to follow me, it is immediately sealed by Chaoge. I have chosen for you. It is the hometown of fish and rice.

Under the old parts of your original, I settled for you. When you arrived at Chaoge, they would be a staff member on your house. "

His face was wrapped on his body: "What do I want to do?"

Shu Wanjuan awarded the fan bone and restored the folding fan. He said with a serious expression: "In charge of the water pulse door,

The court will help you in manpower and material resources. Where the court can't help, I will help you.

Sooner or later, the grievances turned into dust, and the spring and autumn were short, but it was time to do something. "

His face lowered his head: "Follow the court, even if you do something right?"

Shu Wanjuan: "Stay in Puluo, glory, is it a matter of right?"

His face is not big.

Shu Wanjuan waved towards his face: "Come on, let's go."

"Don't leave!" His face shook his head, "The quilt is so warm, I don't go anywhere."

Shu Wanjuan sighed: "I'm afraid it can't be you."

During the talk, Shu Wanjuan trembled, and the folding fan in his hand suddenly turned into a wake -up.

Stimulating it in the palm of your palm, shaking the old books with soft leather in four lines.

The face was not shrank in the quilt, and the title of the book was watched one by one: "" Forgotten Soul Sichuan "," Jin Lan Yuan ",

"Bai Zhongpu" and "Iron Railway", these four books are good -looking. "

High School was panicked outside. He didn't know what these four books were.

These four books have a certain reputation in the early years, which is considered a classic masterpiece in Paro.

"Forgotten Soul Sichuan" is about a dead soul. He forgot the memory of this life, but he did not go to the prefecture to reborn, hovering with all kinds of experiences.

"Jin Lan Yuan" is about two men's righteousness Jinlan, worshiping thorns, and feats of the heroes of the Communist Party.

"Hundred Zhongpu" tells the story of a hundred loyal ministers.

"Iron Railing" tells the anecdotes of hunting all kinds of rare and exotic animals.

There was a burst of noise in the room. Some people were chatting, some were pouring tea, and some were eating melon seeds. It was as if they were in a teahouse on the street.

Snap! As soon as the alarm rang, the room became slightly quiet.

Shu Wanjuan said eloquently: "Three feet of dragon spring and ten thousand volumes of books, God has given me whatever I want. If I cannot serve the country and bring peace to the world, I am in vain to be a man!"

This is the final poem, and Shu Wanjuan opens the book.

Zhong Er knew that Shu Wanjuan was performing a technique, but he kept shrinking on the bed with a small face. He didn't know whether he couldn't move or was deliberately still.

He stared at Shu Wanjuan, as if he was a serious listener.

The four novels were unfolded one by one in front of the little face, and Shu Wanjuan's four voices told the story together without disturbing each other.

Zhong Er had never read these four classics, but when he saw the strange changes in the room, he realized that they contained the essence of Shu Wanjuan's tactics.

To deal with such a small-faced person, ordinary methods are of no use, and every step must be carefully calculated.

Shu Wanjuan first used the technique of spitting out lotus flowers, talking about old things and reminiscing about old feelings with Lian Bu Da, seizing Lian Bu Da's weakness of attaching importance to love and righteousness, and making him let down his guard first.

Then the plot of "The River of Forgotten Souls" unfolded one by one in the room, and a wisp of soul wandered around the room.

Sometimes he was confused, wandering for a long time, and then showed a ferocious look.

The ferocious look on his face was really scary, as if the dead soul was enraged, but if you look closely, it seemed that the dead soul was deliberately putting on a scary look to embolden itself.

Zhong Er first thought, could this be Lian Bu Da's current state of mind?

Is it because I pretend to be deep and calm with a small face to embolden myself?

Shu Fangjuan intended to show Lian BuDa's true state of mind. "The River of Forgotten Souls" made Lian BuDa regard himself as a wandering soul without a master, forgetting his current situation.

The first novel was a success quickly, followed by "Golden Orchid Fate", in which brothers with different surnames work side by side in a sea of ​​​​knife and fire. The tear-jerking plot runs through my mind word for word, which reminds Lian Bu Da of his old relationship with Shu Wanjuan, and slowly... Let go of your fighting spirit.

The loyal ministers and good generals in "The Book of One Hundred Loyalty" appeared one after another. The civil servants were calm and gave good advice, while the generals were gnashing their teeth, scolding and reprimanding, and they were ashamed to say anything.

"Iron Railing" was lurking aside, and the exotic beasts in the cage were watching carefully. When Lian Bu Da gave up his resistance, the iron railings immediately appeared and directly trapped Lian Bu Da, ensuring that he would not be able to fly without wings.

The whole set of tactics is completed in one go, with full writing and ink, and no omissions.

Shu Wanjuan's method was not within the understanding of the second class at all. When he saw a large fence rising around the small face, the second class realized that something was wrong.

I'm trapped because I don't have a big face, but what can I do as a second grader?

Go in and fight for your life?

With his level of cultivation, just half of the words in the book could change his life.

But the fence around Lian Bu Da is getting denser and denser, and the whole person is wrapped by the iron fence. If Zhong Er doesn't take action, Lian Bu Da will be captured alive by Shu Wanjuan.

The second grader was about to break into the house when he suddenly heard a shameless voice shouting from inside the fence: "Didn't I tell you not to move? Didn't you listen to Master?"

His face is not big but he is still very awake!

Zhong Er was surprised, and Shu Wanjuan was also a little surprised.

The dense iron railings surrounding the small face gradually faded in color. Zhong Er thought it was an optical illusion, but when he looked carefully, he could already see the outline of the small face among the iron railings.

Yiri, who had a small face and was wrapped in quilt, looked up at Shu Wanjuan and said slowly: "How many books do you have on you?"

Shu Wanjuan did not answer.

He sighed with a straight face and said: "No one in this world knows how many books you have, and no one knows where your books are hidden.

If you have ten thousand books, you can make ten million tactics, so it is impossible to prevent you from these tactics.

Anyone who competes with you in fighting skills will suffer in the end, even the salesman. Is that the truth? "

"You're exaggerating." Shu Wanjuan stared at the increasingly blurry fence. He was thinking about the reason and the next strategy.

He pulled the quilt with a faceless face: "No praise, I'm telling the truth. I never thought about competing with you in fighting skills. I never thought about it from the beginning. I have been sitting on the bed and haven't moved, even the quilt." Don't dare to take it off. "

This is what Shu Wanjuan is most curious about. All the responses he has made so far are beyond his expectation.

Xiaolian wiped the oil and water from his face. His expression became clearer and clearer, the color of the fence became lighter and lighter, and the wandering ghosts, Jinlan brothers and loyal generals around him became more and more transparent and blurry.

"Is this still oil?" Shu Wanjuan judged the trick with a small face.

He nodded with a small face: "Yes, I am an oil repairman, don't I have to use oil? If oil sticks to the paper, the paper will become transparent and the handwriting will become blurred.

Your book is quite special. The paper you use is unusual. Ordinary oil cannot get on it at all. But the oil I use is also unusual. It is specially prepared for you.

Just wait for you to take out the book, and I will apply oil on it. You take out a book, and I will apply oil on it. I am not in a hurry. "

Shu Wanjuan frowned slightly. Compared with before, his face had changed a lot.

Hundreds of books flew out from Shu Wanjuan's coat. With his previous experience, his face was not very familiar, and the oil spread everywhere. The books Shu Wanjuan put out were all soaked in oil and water, and turned into a piece of oil. Blurred ink stains.

These books contain the means by which Shu Wanjuan survived, so he naturally couldn't squander them. He immediately changed his tactics, threw out an inkstone from his sleeve, took a brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote.

He wrote several times, but no matter if he wrote on the ground or on the wall, the handwriting was not formed, and even if he wrote in the air, it would turn into a ball of ink.

This time, Zhong Er understood that the ink could not stick to the oil stains, and the words could not be written. He had encountered such a situation when he was taking notes before.

Shu Wanjuan couldn't write, so he said directly: "Greasy and dirty, what a disgrace, when——·

Zhong Er couldn't hear what Shu Wanjuan said clearly, the grease in the room rolled and vibrated, so that Shu Wanjuan's voice could not be transmitted normally.

But the voice of the small face was very clear, and he was talking to Zhong Er: "Remember, although the first move is good,

but you can't grab too much, especially when you meet an opponent like Shu Wanjuan, grab seven points and keep three points, the chance of winning is greater. "

Lian Buda had made sufficient preparations before, but he remained sitting on the bed without moving, leaving three points of the initiative to Shu Wanjuan.

When fighting with Shu Fangjuan, Lian Buda did not forget to teach Zhong Er, which was obviously a provocation.

But Shu Wanjuan was not annoyed at all. Writing was not good, speaking was not good, and the ready-made books were not good, but he still had a backup plan.

He took out a roll of bamboo slips from his arms.

The bamboo slips will not become transparent because of oil, and the handwriting on the bamboo slips will not become blurred because of oil.

The words fell off the bamboo slips one by one and walked towards Lian Buda.

Don't make a move easily, and you will succeed if you make a move. Shu Wanjuan is confident that he can subdue Lian Buda with this roll of bamboo slips.

Lian Buda shouted at Zhong Er: "Get away! "

Zhong Er immediately stepped back, and Lian Bu Da did something that Shu Wanjuan could not understand no matter what.

He pushed over the oil lamp beside the bed.

The room was full of oil, and the grease caught fire and caught fire on the spot.

The fire burned along the route of the grease to Shu Wanjuan's bamboo slips. Shu Wanjuan could not avoid it, and the bamboo slips were burned to ashes on the spot.

"What kind of fighting method is this?" Shu Wanjuan shook his head and said, "If you hurt the enemy by 800, you will lose 10,000 of your own. If the oil is burned, what can you use to fight?"

This is true. Lian Bu Da can hold out with Shu Wanjuan until now, relying on oil. For a bamboo slip, all the oil is lost, which is obviously not cost-effective.

Shu Wanjuan just waits for Lian Bu Da to burn the oil dry, and then he will win!

Lian Bu Da is not worried. He is still sitting on the bed with a quilt on his head: "I have plenty of oil, let's burn it and watch."

Shu Wanjuan didn't quite understand, who was he trying to show this to?

The peddler stood in the clouds, looking at the fire under the clouds.

"It's caught! "With a smile on his face, the peddler pushed the truck and jumped off the clouds.

The fire was set for the peddler to see. If the peddler could see it, he would come down and take Shu Wanjuan. If the peddler could not see it, he would fight with Shu Wanjuan to the end.

The peddler landed in a deep alley, one street away from the house of Big Face. The bottle of vanishing cream on the cart suddenly overturned, and the white vanishing cream spilled on the container.

He did not rush to help because the situation was very abnormal.

Using the peeping skill to see through the subtle, a dogtail grass actually grew under the vanishing cream bottle.

How can there be grass growing on the truck?

An old friend is coming.

The corner of the peddler's eyes trembled slightly. He wanted to know why these old friends came so coincidentally!

"Lian Baizi, when did you come? Why didn't you tell me in advance? "The peddler didn't move the grass, and looked deep into the alley.

The foxtail grass on the truck grew rapidly, from tender buds to spikes, and then to full-grown grass seeds in the blink of an eye.

The grass seeds broke away from the spikes and flew towards the peddler.

The peddler dodged with his feet and avoided the grass seeds.

The weeds on both sides of the road stretched out a root to entangle the peddler's ankle.

The grass seeds hit very fast and missed the peddler. They went around half a circle and continued to chase.

The root on the ground was very accurate and kept sticking to the peddler's ankle. If the peddler was a little slower, he might be tripped and fell to the ground.

These weeds chased so closely, it seems that it is not just Lian Baizi's method, who else could it be?

Whoosh!

A gust of night wind blew, the old poplar trees in the alley rustled, and a large piece of leaves flew over.

The leaves surrounded the peddler and shuttled back and forth. Several leaves passed through the peddler's body, and the peddler avoided them with the skill of free and easy.

A branch flew to the peddler's face. The peddler wanted to catch it with his hand to see the quality of the branch. Someone took the lead and intercepted the branch first.

"Brother, you must be careful, this branch is very fierce, it will kill you if it hits you." The person who caught the branch was a woman, who looked in her early thirties, with a round face, big eyes, thick lips, and the appearance of a good wife and mother.

This branch was indeed fierce, and it pierced the palm of the woman's hand. The woman said coquettishly: "Brother, I blocked this for you, you have to appreciate it."

The peddler looked at the woman and said: "Xian Yao, I really don't want to appreciate your kindness. "

Song Xianyao said with a wronged look: "Brother, she got hurt for you, don't you feel sorry for her?"

You have to feel sorry for her, because this woman has invested a lot of money, and Feng Xiu has been mastered by her.

The peddler nodded and said: "I also find it strange, how can a branch hurt you, it turns out that Shan Chengjun is here too."

Shan Chengjun squatted on the poplar tree and smiled at the peddler: "I didn't come here for you, the emperor asked me to do something else, but I feel that as long as you are alive, nothing I do will go smoothly, so I came to see you."

The peddler was not happy: "Come by and see? You are not being polite."

"How can I be rude to you!" Shan Chengjun pulled a handful of leaves and gently scattered them. "A lot of people came today, all of them came to see you."

PS: I had a wisdom tooth pulled out, my gums cut, a piece of jawbone cut, and several stitches. I am shaking with pain right now. I wanted to take a leave today, but I felt sorry for all the readers. I revised this chapter over and over again. There is absolutely no ambiguity in the quality. The length is a little short, please forgive me.