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Chapter 154 The tragedy caused by a poem

The restaurant's No. 20 seven levels have passed, but the tea house's has not yet. Shen Ming wondered, should the tea house's No. 20 seven levels also be cleared?
This should be equal, and the remaining three levels will be passed tomorrow.

Shen Ming thought about it, then walked out of the restaurant and went straight to the teahouse where No.20 Qiguan was located.

In the teahouse, the people who had been waiting for a long time rushed forward and surrounded Shen Ming, not to cause trouble, but to admire Shen Ming's honor.

After all, there are basically not many No.20 seven levels, restaurants and teahouses at the same time.

What should I do if I don’t see you today and I won’t see you another day?

Shen Ming walked around and didn't see anyone talking.

It's just that there is a blank piece of paper pasted on the wall, and there is no word on this piece of paper.

Wait until Shen Ming approaches.

A majestic murderous aura swept over in an instant.

The murderous aura radiating vertically and horizontally cut off a strand of Shen Ming's hair.

"The murderous aura contained in this piece of paper is very strong. Even though it looks like a blank piece of paper, it is actually formed by absorbing the murderous aura on the battlefield and condensing it in a battlefield of tens of millions of people."

"This level is difficult to say the least, but easy to say simple."

"As long as the murderous aura in the poem you mentioned surpasses the murderous aura on this white paper, it will be considered a pass."

"If the murderous aura can't cover it, then this piece of paper will tear the words to pieces."

"Can you do it?"

Under everyone's expectant eyes, Shen Ming hesitated for a moment.

Almost immediately, he thought of a poem, but he didn't know if the murderous aura could be overwhelmed.

It's okay if it's a joke, Shen Ming feels a little uncomfortable with being so serious.

Especially with so many eyes staring at him.

He felt sick all over.

"Let me think about it, don't worry." Shen Ming finally chose to pick up the pen.

"Unfortunately, I happened to be on the battlefield and killed a lot of people. It's just that I haven't seen the war of tens of thousands of people you mentioned, but I can try an alternative way of writing."

Shen Ming took the pen and wrote it down.

"Wait until autumn comes, September eighth."

Shen Ming took a deep breath, this poem, in his cognition, can be said to rank among the top three for murderous intent.

"After my flowers bloom, the hundred flowers will kill!"

As soon as this sentence fell, all of them were radiant and murderous, and many scholars spit out a mouthful of blood with pale faces.

They couldn't bear such a majestic murderous aura.

What's more, even those people in the Jianghu all looked a little strange.

Qian Sanshu was even more surprised.

In this poem, only two lines were written, and such a strong murderous aura erupted.

If you finish the whole poem.

How about that?

Could it be that this house is all gone?
"No, hurry up!"

"Quick, retreat, retreat, retreat! If your life is not strong enough, don't stand here, or you will be smashed to pieces by murderous aura in a while."

Shen Ming wrote again without any distractions.

"The scent of the sky penetrates Chang'an."

When these seven words fell, thunder exploded, and a heavy rain was approaching.

Visions occur frequently.

Qian Sanshu's eyes almost came out, is this still human?
With such a group of scholars here, I am afraid that even Shen Ming is not as good as Shen Ming.

At any rate, they have studied hard for more than ten years.

Could it be that this is talent?

Of course they didn't know that Shen Ming held in his mind the 5000-year-old cultural heritage of China.

Where can they compare.

Shen Ming's last sentence was about to fall.

But I found out that the situation last time appeared again.

The pen weighs a thousand catties.

It seemed to prevent Shen Ming from continuing to write.

Shen Ming took a deep breath.

He wanted to know what would happen if he finished writing. Shen Ming held the pen with difficulty, and every stroke was extremely difficult.

Qian Sanshu saw the abnormality and hurriedly shouted.

"Everyone, leave! Hurry up! Hurry up!" This roar, including himself, also left the room far away. No one knew what Shen Ming was going to write in the last sentence.

"The whole city is full of golden armor!" Shen Ming roared angrily.

When the last word is written.

The sky and the earth thundered and fell instantly.

Nine bolts of thunder flashed across the sky, and then disappeared.

It rained cats and dogs.

Shen Ming only felt an extremely majestic murderous aura, which in an instant shattered the piece of paper condensed with murderous aura.

Immediately afterwards, the floor tiles shattered inch by inch.

Shen Ming retreated again and again, but the murderous aura came over, and instantly came to Shen Ming, as if to swallow him up.

Shen Ming never thought that such an abnormal thing would happen.

Is it possible that this is how the scholar fights after becoming a saint?

Without waiting for Shen Ming to think about it, the murderous aura that struck instantly swept across the teahouse, tearing it to pieces.

"Fuck!"

Shen Ming called out the phoenix long sword and held it in front of his chest.

But when the murderous aura entered his body, Shen Ming flew away, with blood spurting out of his mouth.

The internal organs, as if they were about to be crushed.

For a moment, Shen Ming panicked. How did he know that a few words would have such a powerful lethal force, and even made him a little overwhelmed.

The five internal organs are running fast to resist this murderous aura.

Shen Ming sat cross-legged on the ground.

Taking a deep breath, he also called out the murderous aura in his body to resist. Coincidentally, after the two murderous auras collided together, they actually blended together.

In an instant, the murderous aura turned into a warm current.

All the bones flowed in Shen Ming's limbs.

This feeling is like when upgrading, with a hint of gentleness in the sharpness.

After a long time, Shen Ming finally opened his eyes.

There was darkness in front of my eyes, and soil dregs fell from time to time.

"Pfft." Shen Ming held his forehead, he was buried by the house.

Helpless, Shen Ming stood up.

The waist was straightened, and all the debris was swept away.

Shen Ming stood up from the ruins, and found that the street was also shattered, and the restaurant on the opposite side of the street was also turned into ruins.

At that time, I felt a little bit in my heart, I wouldn't ask him to lose money.

No, it has nothing to do with him, the money cannot be compensated.

"Have I passed this level?" Shen Ming scratched his head.

"Where's the paper?"

"It's broken..." Shen Ming said innocently.

"What the hell, you broke the paper that carried the murderous intent of hundreds of thousands of people?" Qian Sanshu's eyes widened, as if they were about to jump out of their sockets.

"Do you want to pay?" Shen Ming felt a little guilty.

"What did you write in the last sentence?" In contrast, everyone still wanted to know what Shen Ming's last sentence was.

It will cause such a big storm.

As a result, murderous intent rose to the sky.

Shen Ming was inside the house and did not see the situation outside.

Just now there was a majestic murderous aura that soared into the sky, even covering the sky and covering the sun, flying across the world.

"When autumn comes and September [-]th, I will kill the flowers after they bloom."

"The scent of the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is full of golden armor."

After Shen Ming finished speaking, Qian Sanshu was stunned for a moment, and then murmured softly.

"Chang'an."

Immediately afterwards, the eyes were full of horror.

"Chang'an..." Qian Sanshu lowered his head, and tried his best to calm down his mood. He probably already guessed Shen Ming's identity, but he was not sure which of the four Chang'an families Shen Ming was a child of.

So far Shen Ming has not revealed his name.

so old.

With such powerful strength, whose family could he belong to?

(End of this chapter)