Mu Baifei said, "Brother Li, it’s a bad bet. If it’s not a draw, can we fight again?"
Jiang Xuan smell speech grunted "time? In that case, just throw in the towel and I’ll spare you. "
"This is interesting. It’s an ordinary meeting. I didn’t expect it to kill people at the moment." Four emperors laughed.
"Father not to stop them? After all, they are all our invited guests. If they really go to an out-of-control place, it will also harm our government name, "said Li Yu."
The Four Emperors said calmly, "Why don’t you invite these people, all of whom have a good identity, and have no interest in this colorful dance music, but it is worth seeing this life-and-death competition. Invite these scholars to come and perform, that is, let these people see the poems and songs of the Tang Dynasty."
"It’s a pity that the first poem was written in the middle, otherwise the words could be written into the Book of Songs." It’s a pity that Yi Li watched it all happen in the distance.
After Li Yan lost his brush, the palm of his hand moved suddenly, and a sword appeared in his hand. He played a single shot and a crisp sword sounded, and then his face suddenly turned cold and murder poured out. He immediately became a murderous swordsman from a student.
Jiang Xuan got a fright. This Li Yan is going to do it for himself again. He hurried back.
Li Yan smiled coldly. Listen carefully to the second poem, "Men should kill people without mercy, and they will never die."
"hmm? This poem is so murderous. "
"The other Jiang Xuan shame inspired the Li Yan murder? Listen to him, if he finishes this poem. "
Li Yan, a former monk, kept his shaqi, which was more than that of many magical monks, and even close to that of many older monks.
"Once upon a time, there were great men who were loyal to each other, but they didn’t promise, that is, their bodies were lighter than a feather, and there were tyrants who killed people like crazy. They boasted that they wanted to find such a kind of moon shadow in vain."
Su Liangqi didn’t want Li Yan’s poem to be sung. He knew that this poem was not written by a reader, but was written by a thoroughly happy monk. If he sang it, he didn’t know whether it would change the gentleness of all readers in Beijing, so he quickly stopped saying, "Li Yan is enough."
Li Yan took one look and said, "Don’t you see that the upright Confucianism rose to the death of a strong man? The Tang Dynasty has since boasted of benevolence and righteousness. Once a group of demons and chaos, the central plains scholars rushed to the coward and the people cried."
"Dare to say that the hypocrisy of Datang should be punished"
"I have a rebellious attitude, so I can’t drive him out."
As soon as this sentence came out, someone severely reprimanded Li Yan. They had a scholar next to them and a few great scholars sitting in the distance.
Gong Sunxiu opened his eyes at this time, and the whole person’s momentum spread out. The sword with its scabbard was once again displayed. "Li Yan said it was true that Datang was hypocritical. A few months ago, he promised to send troops to help Tai Amen suppress evil spirits. As a result, the army was slow to move. Not long ago, Tai Amen was destroyed and tens of thousands of monks were killed. Li Yanshen, the demon hand, is entitled to scold Datang. Besides, if those short-sighted guys are more and more fierce, they will rush into the Tang Dynasty. It may be true that the Central Plains scholars will rush to cry.
"Why didn’t the court send troops?"
"How can you break your promise when you have promised those sects to send troops?"
"Did tens of thousands of monks really die in the hands of those monsters because of Datang?"
Many pundits were shocked. I didn’t expect that the previous incident would involve so much. If it is spread out, the prestige of Datang will be greatly affected in the future. What other small country sects around it will be willing to worship Datang? When the time comes, all nations will come to the prosperous times.
Li Yan didn’t say much when he saw this. He continued to chant, "I want to learn ancient customs to revive my heroic reputation. Those who despise benevolence with dirt scorn me and wear iron swords. When I get angry, I kill people and share wine and laugh at ghosts and gods."
"Thousands of miles to kill an enemy, I hope that the ten-week-old Zhuan Zhu Tian Guangzhuo will tie the knot."
These words immediately moved everyone, so that they were not writing poems with murder, but telling the world.
Chapter six hundred and seventy-one Three steps to kill a person
"What a good saying" Mu Baifei finally understood what Li Yan was full of knowledge, but he didn’t send it. It turned out that he was dismissive of the name. Although this poem was cold in murder, it was an eternal swan song. If you haven’t experienced that kind of knife-edge licking blood, you will never come out.
"Don’t interrupt this man to write a poem and let him finish," whispered a great scholar.
"Listen again if it makes sense."
"Going to the West Gate and dying, once upon a time, I also lived such a happy life. Now Datang has been a guest, but it is not as good as before." Many masters have found resonance in their hearts. Look at the indifference in Li Yan’s eyes and turned it into a little appreciation
Li Yan sang again at this time, "Killing heaven and earth is tragic, shocking Yin Ting, killing one person in three steps, stopping and bleeding, thousands of miles of waves, corpses, pillows and mountains."
Mu Baifei suddenly said, "Isn’t this about Mangdang Mountain that day?"
"Three steps to kill a man’s heart will stop." Gong Sunxiu’s eyes are micro-moving, and there is a sword mans flashing in his hand. "So that’s it. When the monk’s murder reaches its acme, the speed of wielding a sword can be faster than you think, and then others will never stop you."
Many lines have been sung, and most of the monks sitting here have found their resonance, and they have gradually recognized this seemingly outrageous poem. Some monks who don’t understand the poem can hear it, so they can’t help but praise it.
"In my dream, I still kill people and smile at Su Hui’s daughter. Why is the man fierce? In ancient times, benevolence and morality only harmed people, and morality was never true. "
"Li Yan’s sentence seems to be too much. Since ancient times, monks pay attention to benevolence and morality. You are also a reader. It is so outrageous." Pan Ai, assistant minister of does, shouted that he does not take charge of education. If everyone feels moral and benevolence, wouldn’t this city be confused? Assistant minister of does can’t get away directly.
"It’s true that some men are more bloody than the previous poem, but they understand that this sentence is not suitable. Li Xiong might as well change one sentence, such as" Mu Baifei said that he felt that both readers and monks should be benevolent and moral.
Li Yan said to Mu Baifei, "Have you noticed that liger’s prey has won a reputation? Who has pity on the poor elk? The world has never been strong and weak, even if it is reasonable, it will be in vain. "
Mu Baifei one leng then said, "This … butch can be compared with the law of the jungle, but it’s also the same. The truth is wrong. Li Xiong, this is a crooked explanation. I was almost framed by you."
Li Yan’s sword in his hand was once again shot and laughed. "Don’t ask a man to be a man’s own man’s business. It’s violent to be a man’s business. If you don’t stand up for a man’s business, you will be as brave as a bear."
Mu Baifei couldn’t speak, but he felt that every sentence couldn’t be explained. He shook his head with a wry smile. "It’s just that my brother Li argued for a few times, which has never been won once. Sometimes the idea of true brother Li is really taught by people. It doesn’t feel like this world, so listen again."
Jiang Xuan saw Li Yan’s murder at the moment, holding a sword and singing a murderous look. The poem was so heavy that his legs suddenly became soft. If he didn’t realize it when he got here, Li Yan bet on his own life that he wanted to behead himself.
"If a man is born, he will kill, and he will not teach a man to wrap his body in a woman’s heart. A man will never show sympathy for his enemy’s death, and he will laugh at the enemy’s death. A hundred places in the battlefield are willing to be green with weeds." Li Yanwang Jiang Xuan sneered coldly.
"Don’t come here." Jiang Xuan stepped back again. He felt trembling all over and seemed to be killed by this Li Yan at any time.
Li Yan ha ha a smile. "Men don’t tremble. There is a song. It is a sin to kill one. It is a male who kills nine million, that is, a male in the middle."
As soon as this sentence came out, everyone’s heart was full of winds, and even the four emperors stared at him with dribbling eyes.
"The Lord that Li Yan number has been found out" at this time coach big walked to come over.
The four emperors whispered, "Shut up and listen to this Li Yan first and don’t interrupt his poem."