Chapter 51

Countless transcendent forces at the supreme level in Tianzhou shocked, but Zhao didn't know which side, and the people of luoxianji didn't know even more.

Everyone at the moment was stunned by the virtual shadow appearing on the void. The elegant demeanor, overbearing and bold bookish spirit made everyone worship.

A Confucian robe with a long sword hanging around his waist and a jade pendant hanging around his waist beat the scabbard and made a mysterious sound under the action of the breeze. The Confucian scholars did not produce a sword. Just a gathering spirit gasification pen would wipe out all demons.

The Confucian robes in the air are blown by the wind, and the long hair is flying. It is difficult to describe the style in words.

······One piece of news came into the palace of the state of Zhao.

Zhao Kuo, the reclusive king of Zhao, was shocked to leave the pass again.

In the teahouse, Li Yixi was not aware of it. The last pen fell and put down his brush.

I looked at my own words and was very satisfied.

A gentle smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"Today, thank you for giving me the word."

In Xiao Zhan's eyes, he seemed to see the virtual shadow of a respected saint. His heart was shocked. He looked at Li Yixi and became extremely awed. He was suddenly covered with a layer of talent.

The whole person became a lot more fierce, a little angry.

"Young master, can you come to my Xiao's house? Xiao Zhan should thank you." Xiao Zhan, shocked and inexplicable at the moment, hurried to drive away those people around him.

"No, I won't disturb childe Xiao's cultural meeting today. If we have time in the future, we'll have a chat." Li Yixi thought of Hu Qingyun at home and hurried to leave. He was at home alone. Li Yixi thought Hu Qingyun would be lonely.

When the family is destroyed, I have to care about it.

"Xiao Zhangong sent you to the childe."

At the moment, Xiao Zhan is extremely respectful to Li Yixi. His eyes are full of fine Mans.

Until Li Yixi walked away, he didn't get up.

He took a long breath.

"Talent, it's talent. It must be talent, it must be!"

Looking at the words on the table, Xiao Zhan's heart beat violently and excited. He wanted to roar.

We should put away the calligraphy and painting, but when Xiao Zhan's hand touched the calligraphy and painting, Xiao Zhan's look changed, and his eyes were full of horror.

"This, how is this possible?"

Xiao Zhan was shocked again at the moment.

Although he can't practice, he has been favored by his family over the years. He has taken countless precious medicines and is extremely strong. Today, he found that he can't even move a painting.

These words weigh as much as a kilo.

"This is, this is a word kilo."

"A word is a kilo."

"The childe is a saint. The childe must be a saint alive." Xiao Zhan's gentle and elegant body disappeared, shocked and inexplicable.

He took a deep breath and ordered the servant in the distance: "go back to the family quickly, go home as soon as possible, and tell my father that I have a big emergency, so that my father can come to the teahouse as soon as possible."

"Fast, be sure to go as fast as you can."

"Don't tell anyone."

Xiao Zhan looked serious.

"Yes, childe!"

The servants of the Xiao family hurried out of the teahouse and hurried to the Xiao family.

Xiao Zhan took off his robe and covered the calligraphy and painting on the table.

After all this, Xiao Zhan spit out a long mouthful of turbidity.

In the eyes, there is the same light.

It seems relieved, but in fact, Xiao Zhan has not relaxed at the moment.

My heart is constantly churning.

"Talent is talent."

"The childe is an expert outside the world, or a sage of Confucianism and Taoism. In a line of words, there is an incomparably terrible talent."

"I can't practice, but I can cultivate talent."

"Confucianism and Taoism are mighty and talented. They can kill thousands of demons, swing thousands of demons and bury gods and demons."

Xiao Zhan was trembling at the moment.

A heart trembled violently, and there was a fine light in her eyes.

Xiao Zhan never thought that he should have such a day.

Confucianism and Taoism have been lonely for thousands of years. Now he sees the dawn, the infinite dawn.

Xiao family, servants hurried into the mansion.

"Sir, young master Xiao Zhan has something urgent. You must go to the teahouse in person and be fast. You can't leak the news or delay." In the Xiao family residence, the servant's face was urgent. Until now, he was still panting, obviously without the slightest rest.

"What is it that Zhan Er is so urgent?" Xiao Zhan's father asked with a frown.

"I don't know. The childe seems very anxious today. I don't understand why the childe is so urgent. It seems that it's because a person wrote a calligraphy and painting for the childe." The servant thought and hurried back.

"Calligraphy and painting, calligraphy and painting, calligraphy and painting!"

"Saints?"

Xiao Zhan's father said a few words to himself. He seemed to think of something, and his face changed greatly in an instant.

Before that, there was a virtual shadow of a saint in the sky of the falling immortal set, which swayed thousands of demons, and the heroic spirit lasted forever.

Shocked countless practitioners, Xiao Zhan's father was shocked when he heard calligraphy and painting. Although it was almost impossible, he hurried to the teahouse.

Because that direction is the direction of the teahouse.

Xiao's family was not far from the teahouse. Xiao Zhan's father walked directly in the air. A few minutes later, he fell outside the teahouse. Seeing the teahouse, Xiao Zhan kept walking. He hurried into the teahouse.

"Zhan Er, I don't know what's so urgent?"

Xiao Zhan's father hurriedly asked.

In the eyes, there was a strange luster, looking at Xiao Zhan with a hopeful face.

"Dad, this is not a place to talk about these. Let's take the calligraphy and painting home." Xiao Zhan hurriedly said that even if his father arrived and didn't take things home, he was still uneasy.

"OK."

Xiao Zhan's father was going to get the painting, but the next moment, his face changed.

The picture in front of me is frightening.

"What treasure is this?"

Xiao Zhan's father was shocked and hurriedly urged his mana to put away the calligraphy and painting.

"Zhan'er, why don't you go." Xiao Zhan's father is extremely urgent. At the moment, he also knows why Xiao Zhan was so urgent before. It is absolutely a treasure to ask him to come in person.

"Dad, wait."

However, Xiao Zhan, who was eager to leave, suddenly froze, and his eyes were full of horror.

"Zhan'er, what's the matter?"

At the moment, anxious Xiao Zhan's father couldn't help asking. At the moment, he was really anxious. He didn't know what happened to his son.

"Dad, look."

"Look at the table."

Xiao Zhan's scary way.

"Yes!"

The next moment, Xiao Zhan's father was dull.

The whole man was stunned. There was a line of words printed on the table. It was poverty that makes him alone and reaches the world.

It is penetrating and exudes a mysterious atmosphere.

"This is, this is, this is Tao Yun."

"The rhyme of Confucianism and Taoism."

Xiao Zhan's father was really shocked.

How terrible it must be. Writing a few words at random is not only penetrating, but also contains Tao rhyme.

Tao rhyme is an extremely mysterious thing.

"Go."

Xiao Zhan's father is in a state of turmoil at the moment. At the moment, he is not only shocked, but also extremely nervous. Beads of sweat appear on his nervous forehead. Once this thing is found, it is definitely a disaster for the Xiao family, which may lead to the collapse of the Xiao family. At the moment, even if he has seen countless storms, But the body trembled uncontrollably.