Fantasy World Transmigration Chapter 70: Spray Danqing
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Chen Ang heard the words and could n’t help but laugh in silence. Murongbo ’s ambition to rehabilitate his country is already fascinated by him. For the sake of national affairs, he can sacrifice everything and use everything for the sake of national affairs. The happiness of the family and family are all placed second, but this vicious one can be called a owl.
He was very concerned about Murong Fu at this time, but in the face of his humiliating enemies, as long as he was valuable, he would be attracted by all means. I really do n’t know if it was ridiculous or pitiful. To some extent, such perseverance is admirable.
"Old gentleman, you are too young to look at Chen!" Chen Ang negatively said: "The grand cause you are pursuing may be in your eyes, it is worth everything, but in Chen's eyes, it is worth it What happened? "
"What you said, the king of the earth is cracked, the merits and demerits" Chen Ang took a slight pause, and turned to look at Murong Bo, "I'm sorry, Chen Mou is not in the eyes yet."
"The merits and demerits of the world are all dust, and I only wish to be like this moon, haunted forever."
His calm tone, sincere eyes, but the content made Murongbo unable to suppress the anger in his heart, "If your Excellency refuses, you will refuse me bluntly, and try to pull these hypotheses until the old man looks down on you. I only ask you, Will you share this big Song Jiangshan with me? "
"No!"
The clear voice, without a trace of restlessness, came from Chen Ang.
Murongbo squeezed his fists tightly. On both iron fists, a layer of tenacious energy appeared faintly. Duan Yu even saw Murongbo trembling slightly, apparently trying to suppress himself. "Your Excellency should be considered clearly. If you say it, it will be difficult to cover it."
"I thought what I said was very clear. If you still don't understand it, then I'll say it again." Chen Ang said coldly, and Murong Bo heard the answer only with the decisive words.
"Unwilling"
"Okay, okay, okay!" Murong Bolian said the three words "good", already anxious, he lifted his palms with deep palms, strong palm strength, Duan Yu was beyond a few feet, all felt, However, Murong Bo was silent for a while, and suddenly put down the flesh palm, flashing his figure, he took off a large pen Chen Ang hanging on the wall.
This surprised Chen Ang a little bit. At this point, I did not give up the hope of persuading him. Sure enough, I was persevering and able to stretch out a generation of heroes. I am more tenacious than Murong. It's a pity that Murong Bo didn't have much talent in the overall situation of the strategy. This can be seen from Murong Fu.
Wang Yuyan once said that Murong Fu "he wanted to be a Hu, not a Chinese, he didn't want to know Chinese characters, and he didn't want to read Chinese books." With such ridiculous ideas, he also tried to recover the country. People are afraid that they have never thought about how many Xianbei people there are in this world. What is the foundation of their Xianbei country?
Politically shallow, it is only possible to make waves in the martial arts by virtue of martial arts. Chen Ang can see that Murong Bo seems to want to reapply the old skills, martial arts, and convinced him. This ambitious approach made Chen Ang wonder if he praised him with arrogance or mocked him innocently.
There are not many people who are proficient in 100 schools of martial arts. Murongbo is one of the few. It is really rare to have such an opponent. It can prove 100 schools of martial arts, and then Chen Ang 'S heart can't be overstated.
Chen Ang took off a big pendant hanging on the table, and the ink on the nib had not dried up. Duan Yu looked down and said: "Both Chen and Chen hurriedly used big calligraphy and calligraphy pens, and the nibs used, They are all filled with soft vellus hair, the nib is soft, and the barrel is loose. How can it hurt people, compared with the point they hit, they will not really fight life and death.
Before he had recovered, he saw Murong Bo swipe a big stroke and hit three points on the left cheek of Chen Ang. Under his strong internal force, the pen tip was sharper than the blade and the spirit was agitated. The half-air is like splashing ink, turning into a phantom of thick ink and heavy colors, and the pen is full of bones and bones.
Duan Yu shocked: This person is so powerful. As I have seen in my life, Uncle Zhu Danchen is already the first person in the judge's pen. Compared with Mr. Murong, he is a little worse. This method has a lot of muscles and bones. In the past, Uncle Zhu taught me to read, saying that Yan Jin and Liu Gu, when I saw it today, I knew what muscles and bones are.
Murongbo swayed, word by word, can be called thrilling, like a falling stone, gold stone under the nib opened; paintings like Xia Yun, swaying in the middle of the flowing water; hooks like Qu Jin, hooked between the transitions Soul; Ge Ru made a crossbow, when the dancing, the wind screamed, there were elephants in all directions, low and ambitious.
The move is not far from the Chen Ang main point, a big pen, like a silver front iron, Ling Li Yuan wins the sword.
"A good pair of" Zang Huaike "!" Chen Ang praised.
In mid-air, Chen Ang lifted the pen, making it smoother and more elegant. Duan Yu saw a small pen, which was held between Murongbo ’s vigorous strength. , Graceful and graceful, round and graceful, among which either line or script, or flow, or flow, in the large strokes of Murong Bo, wrote a copy of his own comfort.
The nib of the two did not intersect, so they were all false tricks, but Murongbo used the pen, there was no smooth start, and I only felt that the pen was hard to do. There were several times, and I could n’t write that kind of pleasure. , Struggling intermittently, suffocating in my heart, on the other hand Chen Ang, sway freely, extremely chic.
Murongbo dismantled his pen several times, but was passive with the splashing ink of Chen Ang. He only had time to parry. Seeing Chen Ang's "Quick Snow Time Post", he wrote more and more smoothly, but his writing was in a mess and anxious. Simply dismantle by force. In Duan Yu's eyes, he knew he had lost most of it.
"Now that it is better, it is better to be simple." Murong Bo felt cruel, regardless of the artistic conception of the writing, only the most basic judge's strokes were used. When the large strokes were made, the side was sharp, the pen was strong, and the power was enough to close. , Forcing Chen Ang to turn around for protection, with exquisite force. The horizontal direction is Le, as if the paper is falling against the forward, slowly go back quickly, and Le Chen Ang throat.
Murongbo repeatedly used this eight-character method of permanent characters and eight methods of exerting force to go up and down, not to the whole word. Only the strokes are hard, and there are no rules at all. Obviously, it is the idea of equalizing Chen Ang.
Unexpectedly, Chen Ang laughed aloud, and the writing changed from "Quick Snow Time Post" to "Lanting Preface", "Yonghe Nine Years, Guiguihou." The first Yongzi will focus on Acupuncture points, Heng Le Bing Feng, vertical strength, hook, tip, plop, short peck, poke, one by one, so that Murong Bo only had the power to parry.
When writing "The Beginning of Twilight", a "Zigzag" is like a dragon and a snake, and there is a solid brushstroke in the air.
Mr Rongbo ’s face was loud and loud, and a pen stroke made a lightning-like crease on his face, just a little aftermath. He was terrified in his heart, and was about to retreat. It was another word of "Zigzag", which was spilled from the Chen Ang pen, the blade was folded, Murong Bo tried to support it, and a red mark appeared on his hand.
Twenty words, written by Chen Ang, are thrilling, just like the swordsmanship of heaven and man. The heart of Duan Yujian sways, and he ca n’t do it himself. "Good martial arts, good calligraphy, and Wang Youjun are just alive." Such a wanton brushwork? I just feel that this technique, used there, is a fascinating marvel.
Murong Bo was sweating heavily, left to the right, and later he simply played Lai and started his body. In a small inner room, he walked up and down, anxiously said: "Good martial arts, this I admit defeat in the field, and the Governor may wish to watch me shake it. "
Step on the foot, lift up into the air, the big pen is like a big axe, swing down, the vigor is like the vastness of the Yangtze River, surging away, the pen is broken like a wave, and the horse is galloping, hitting in front of Chen Ang, In the Chen Ang pen, the waves that are several feet high are set off, and it really seems like the turbid waves are emptying out, turning the river down and destroying all the momentum.
However, no matter how violent the momentum is in Murong Bo's writing, Chen Ang is as smooth as a mountain and a huge wave, and he is docile like a tamed sheep in his writing. With a calm and docile taste. Ruoguo said that Murong Bo's works are all about the rivers and the sea, and that all of them are full of enthusiasm.
The Chen Ang is like a mountain and a mountain. It is still and immobile. A small pen and a big pockmark. There is the imposing imposing spirit of Mount Tai. Chen Ang is negative and left-handed. All attacks. A small pen seems to have spirituality, against the waves of the waves, like a flying swallow, suddenly rushing to the tip of the wave, suddenly falling to the valley, and freely walking in the sky.
A little bit, as if the red sun had risen, the mist had dispersed, and the green hills outside the sky leaked a corner, blocking the midstream of the river, letting it surge, the green hills were still, and the small pen slowly opened the green hills. The veil, a majestic peak, stands still in the middle of the big river, so as to block its way, and let the turbid waves roll, it is unshakable.
Murongbo's writing is getting narrower and narrower, as if there is a giant peak in front of him, let him how a large pen is tossing, and has been slowly oppressed, dignified and powerful, billions of dollars, making him feel sad If you want to vomit blood, you can't hold back. You can only let the big pen go further and further, and gradually go to the extreme.
Finally, hit the mountain and crush the bones.
With a loud bang, Murongbo's giant pen in his hand burst open, scattered into thousands of filaments, and fell one after another. Murongbo's face was ashamed, looking at his empty hands.
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