Back Off, Let Me Come

Shen Tang was curious: "Is this the Encrypted Word Spirit?"

[Viewed horizontally, it looks like a ridge and a peak on the side, with different heights near and far]

She had read it on the scroll of praying for good, and judging from the notes, it should be a military formation spirit that was used to inflict evil on people. It was very deceptive. The key point of the whole poem is in the first half of the sentence. If the opponent is inexperienced and doesn't know the ropes, he will fall into the trap accidentally. LYB's favorite.

But the way to crack it is also simple.

The key to breaking the formation lies in the second half of the sentence - you don't know the true face of Mount Lu, just because you are in this mountain - if you react in time, you only need to distance yourself, make detours, take care of your own head and tail, and avoid being cut in half by your opponent. The true face of the Qing army formation.

In addition, there is a simpler and more effective method - using absolute force to kill the enemy and break the formation.

Qi Shan looked solemn: "It seems so."

Shen Tang asked again: "How to crack it?"

Unexpectedly, Qishan asked back: "How would I know?"

He said so, but his eyes and expression clearly didn't mean it. Shen Tang was choked up by his question: "Yuanliang doesn't know, and it's even less likely for me to know. How can we just stare at each other like this?"

It is impossible to stare blankly.

Prayer is not so boring.

He just looked at Shen Tang silently, who turned away his eyes.

For a long time, Shen Tang whispered in a low voice, which sounded a little hollow: "Yuanliang...Am I in trouble..."

The silent atmosphere flows quietly in the room.

Qishan didn't say anything, so she couldn't help but think more - she really didn't expect that she would be so unlucky, and she would encounter this kind of thing when she went out to find work to make money, and she didn't expect that the drawing paper given by Guer would hide a secret. It is still an extremely rare encrypted language spirit.

She thought about it with her toes and knew that she was involved in unknown trouble. Qishan was so close to her that it would be difficult to stay out of it.

But Qishan deliberately concealed something...

accurate! (#￣～￣#)

"Hey, can this be considered a trouble?"

Qi Shan raised his eyelids, but the words that came out of his mouth surprised Shen Tang. He changed from his usual laziness, and his expression showed a bit of edge.

He slowly arranged the drawing paper, leaving only the little figure drawing by Shen Tang untouched. He chuckled and said, "If I had known that Xiaocheng was a journey in troubled waters, I would have dared to come here. Naturally, I wouldn't be afraid of this little trouble. I'm not afraid of getting involved. , I’m afraid I can’t even find the door to the bureau.”

To put it bluntly, he was here for trouble, not for peace and quiet. What happened to Shen Tang played right into his heart.

Mr. Shen Xiaolang is really powerful.

It was only the second day, and he was given such a big surprise!

"Youli, go to bed early and come get the painting tomorrow."

Shen Tang looked at Qi Shan in a daze, and only had time to catch the corner of his clothes as he left. He opened his mouth for a long time, not knowing what to say.

For a long time, he opened his mouth and cursed.

"Gan!"

Is it amazing to know more?

="=convex!

All of a sudden, he seemed to lose all his strength.

Well, knowing more is great!

She leaned back and lay on the wooden floor. She opened her eyes and stared at the beam above her head, thinking wildly.

The wife is unhappy!

The inexplicable fire in my heart was raging in my chest, and I couldn't find an outlet. The more I think about it, the angrier I get, the angrier I get, the more angry I get, and the cycle repeats.

Finally, she stretched her waist and sat up abruptly.

He grabbed the picture of the little man and didn't have time to appreciate his masterpiece. He stared at the blank space on the drawing paper, closed his eyes and recalled what Qi Shancai had done before, condensing his literary spirit in the palm of his hand. The moment the literary style touches the paper, the surrounding environment changes from clear to blurry.

She felt that her consciousness had broken into a very subtle "alien space" - the world was lonely, the yin and the yang intertwined - just when she was about to escape and leave the ghost place, the horizontal chessboard suddenly lit up under her feet, and a blurry line appeared in the distance. silhouette.

Who is this man?

As soon as Shen Tang had this idea, his body suddenly sank. His consciousness returned to his body, and the words and spirit appeared on the drawing paper in front of him.

[Viewed from the side as a ridge and as a peak from the side]

"What does it mean……"

Shen Tang calmed down and repeated it again.

With mental preparation, when the chessboard appeared again, she calmly looked at the black shadow. Thanks to his good eyesight, he could vaguely see the dark figure of a tall, slim young man. At first glance, the figure looks similar to Qi Shan, but his temperament is a bit more decadent than Qi Shan's.

His appearance was hidden in the darkness and he did not speak. Seeing Shen Tang appear, he just raised his right hand and waved his folding fan.

Shen Tang tensed up his nerves instantly and was about to draw out the Mother Sword. Unexpectedly, a huge black disk condensed on top of the chessboard. Following the young man's movements, it fell decisively with a "pop" sound.

Immediately after the shouts of killing broke out, two majestic cities, one black and one white, rose up on both sides of the chessboard. The two black and white stones on the chessboard turned into thousands of villains, fighting endlessly. Looking at the situation on the chessboard, it is obvious that the fight has entered a fierce stage, and the winner is about to be decided.

Shen Tang: "..."

What should she do now?

Blinking in confusion, Shen Tang took a random step, followed closely by the young man opposite. When the chess pieces hit the ground, they turned into black villains and joined the fight. The white villains on Shen Tang's side were cut and scattered by the black villain cavalry, and turned into a group, isolated and helpless.

At this point, the results are needless to say.

After a few breaths, she suddenly opened her eyes, her face switching back and forth between black, white, red, and green. It took a long time to resist the urge to lift the table.

The encrypted word spirit she thought was really the encrypted word spirit. The relationship between the two is like a safe and a password. With the cracking word spirit, it can be cracked. Who would have known that the encrypted words and spirit were that the encrypted side formed a formation and set up a mess, while the decrypted side went into battle to break the game.

Shen Tang crossed his arms and stared at the little picture.

The paper almost burst into flames.

If it doesn't work once, try again.

next door.

Qi Shan sensed the surge of Shen Tang's literary energy, and paused for a moment when he lifted the brush, and the dripping ink smudged into a small ball on the paper.

When he came back to his senses, he glanced at the drawing paper, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he refrained from replacing the paper with new paper, and then the corners of his lips curved into a meaningful smile. He has painted secret dramas several times before, either explicit or implicit, for both men and women. Even if I haven’t written for a long time and I feel a bit sloppy, I will soon regain my previous state and feel like a fish in water.

Until the eyes of the pavilion rise in the east and the rooster crows.

Qi Shan stretched out, put away the dried secret play drawings, and prepared to hand them over to Shen Tang for submission - the people behind the scenes were also drunkards who were not interested in drinking, it didn't matter how well they painted, they could just fool around - —He just opened the door and saw a group of familiar figures.

"Shen Xiaolangjun?"

The person coming was none other than Shen Tang.

Qi Shan asked again: "You got up so early today?"

Shen Tang turned around when he heard the noise and said angrily: "Can Yuanliang not know whether I slept that night? Where is the painting?"

Qi Shan handed over the painting and said something confused.

"The person who set up the formation is a good player."

If Shen Xiaolangjun, a half-hearted monk who had become a monk, could break the formation, I don't know how many literate conspirators would cover their chests and vomit blood.

Shen Tang said: "Did you break the formation?"

Qishan shook his head: "No."

Looking at Shen Xiaolangjun's eyes, he knew that he didn't have a good night last night. He was so angry that even Wen Xin was restless.

It's normal that it can't be broken, don't get angry like this.

Young people should learn more from him, he is very calm.

What the hell...

Is there a bug in the background paragraphs, all piled together?