Fish swimming around the world

Gu Qingshan said: "Dugu is also very interesting... Forget it, let's not talk about him." He said with an expectant look: "I have another unwelcome request..."

Jiang Fan took a sip of wine: "Just say it."

Gu Qingshan said: "I am obsessed with poetry and books. I watched the prince's masterpieces at Taibai Residence. On the one hand, I was fascinated by the poems and on the other hand, I really liked the peculiar style of writing. I wonder if the prince can give me this style to write a pen today?"

As he said this, he spread out the bamboo slips in his hand, and there was no word on it. During this period, there was only a pen rolled up.

Haha, is it considered a live signing?

Jiang Fan thought for a moment and said, "You've already prepared this. Well, the price you offer is good. I'll give you a handwritten poem as a gift."

Gu Qingshan shook his head repeatedly: "No, no." He pointed at the half-saint with two big bags on his head: "That's a gift."

"Hahaha..." Jiang Fan laughed: "Very good, I'll do what you want."

"There's no ink here, Your Majesty, wait a moment." As he said that, he walked up to the half-saint, scratched his face lightly with his nails, rotated his palm, and actually sucked out a handful of blood. He walked in front of Jiang Fan and said, "Although you saved my life, your starting point was not good. Not only did you almost feed me to sharks, but you also offended Your Majesty. This is compensation."

Jiang Fan found this scholar more and more interesting: "You are an interesting person, well, use blood as ink, and you should write a suitable one."

As he said that, he picked up the pen, thought for a moment, dipped it in the blood on Gu Qingshan's palm, and wrote quickly, but it was "Xia Ke Xing"

However, the style used was not the style of "Jiang Jin Jiu", but another new style that made the scholar's eyes light up.

After writing the article, the scholar was so surprised that he picked up the book and read it word by word.

"What a chivalrous song! What a wild and unrestrained style!" He looked at Jiang Fan excitedly: "May I ask your Majesty, what style is this?"

Jiang Fan smiled: "Cursive script."

Gu Qingshan clapped his hands: "Excellent! Wonderful! The chivalrous song should be written in cursive script! People say that your Majesty is a great talent in the world, and he has occupied eight points of the literary world since ancient times. It's true."

Jiang Fan put down his pen: "This king and Taihua are not on good terms. Are you not afraid of being punished for doing this?"

Gu Qingshan looked at the poem and admired it. Hearing this, he just said casually: "What else can you do to me? At most, throw it to the Heart Demon Road to play with it."

"If... one day, Taihua orders you to go against me, or I want to go against Taihua, what will you do? How is it? "

Gu Qingshan was startled, slowly blew dry the writing, and put away the bamboo slips: "Does the prince want to see if I am an enemy or a friend?"

Jiang Fan said: "You tell me, I will listen."

Gu Qingshan said: "The prince is a free and easy person, why should he care about appearance? When he is a friend, he is a friend, when he is an enemy, he is an enemy..."

Jiang Fan patted his palm: "Then let's talk about it in the martial arts world?"

Gu Qingshan said: "The prince is busy today, I am inconvenient to bother you, I am quite interested in the prince's actions, and I will see you again in the martial arts world in the future."

The scholar stood up and was about to say goodbye, but heard a voice saying: "Don't worry, leave after the fight."

Gu Qingshan was stunned. Before he could figure out what was going on, he saw a fist as big as a casserole coming towards him.

"Oh my gosh!"

The scholar flicked his robe sleeves, and the green shirt flashed. He retreated dozens of feet in an instant, but the big fist was already close to his face, and there was no way to avoid it.

The scholar was helpless, and the pen fell from his hand. A sharp pen light pointed down in the air, falling like thunder, but the pen light shattered in an instant, and the fist did not stop.

The scholar retreated again, and the pen tip swept across, as if writing a "one" in the void, a line across the air, just like a long sword across the air.

However, the sword shattered, and the fist advanced.

The scholar's eyes focused, and a stroke from top to bottom, the void trembled.

The fist was still as powerful as a bamboo, and it shattered again, and the fist advanced again.

The scholar's face was solemn, and a stroke crossed in the air, like the word "kill" in the air.

It still shattered, and the fist did not reduce.

The scholar's pen turned the edge, and the man followed the pen, and with an incredible turn, he finally avoided the fist. The fist finally blasted into the void and disappeared.

The scholar almost fell down when he landed.

The bamboo hairpin was also broken, the hair fell down, and a trace of blood flowed from the nostrils.

Gu Qingshan covered his nose: "Hey, hey, I say you, why are you fighting when you are fine."

Jiang Fan almost fell down with joy.

Before he could say anything, Ying Wuming took a step forward: "Dugu took ten of my moves, if you don't take all of them, you can't get away!"

The scholar yelled and almost rolled over to avoid Ying Wuming's fist.

"Stop, stop, stop..."

Jiang Fan pouted, stop, what the hell, finally met someone who can make my brother-in-law excited, just be prepared to get beaten up.

Deserved!

The resentful look of the scholar when he left made Jiang Fan feel that he could drink three cups of wine.

"This person has a high talent in swordsmanship, very powerful."

Using two words "very", his brother-in-law's evaluation of him is very high.

"How is it compared to Dugu?"

Ying Wuming thought for a while: "They each have their own way, but he only took nine of my moves."

"Oh?" Jiang Fan thought.

"Just now I saw him fighting with you, iron painting and silver hook, as if writing in the void, this martial arts is quite interesting."

"This person uses books into swords, seemingly wielding swords, but actually writing books, seemingly writing books, but also wielding swords. He has his own way, and his future achievements will be very high."

Jiang Fan's heart moved: "So he said that the half-saint is a bonus..."

"I just want to see you write." Ying Wuming understood after the fight.

"Hehe? This scholar looks sincere and free and easy, but he is also a sly guy."

"Today you give him wild calligraphy, and tomorrow, his cultivation will definitely rise to a higher level. Why?"

Jiang Fan understood that his brother-in-law was asking why he wanted to help Taihua.

His face suddenly fell: "I didn't know his martial arts was calligraphy..."

Ying Wuming:......

Jiang Fan stared into the distance fiercely: "Thief Sun! Are you blackmailing me? We will meet in the mountains and rivers, we will see!"

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Young Master Jiang groaned angrily, while Young Master Gu burst into tears.

"Oh, mother, you were so cruel that the bridge of your nose was broken..."

The scholar couldn't stop crying, which was the result of the combination of grievance and the sourness of a broken nose bone.

"You are a martial saint, what are you doing, bullying people? Isn't this..."

After spending a long time, Mr. Gu finally stopped the nosebleed, and broke off a branch to use as a hairpin. He lowered his head and looked at his handsome face by the pool. It was bruised and swollen, and he had a panda eye, which he couldn't bear to see. .

"What a sin—"

Mr. Gu is so sad. I haven't offended you at all, right?

The miserable Mr. Gu was puzzled. He didn't know that Ying Wuming just wanted to fight.

After being depressed for a long time, Gu Qingshan's eyes started to light up again.

"It's amazing. I couldn't dodge that punch. He deliberately controlled the strength and speed to see how I would respond. Yong Zi Ba Fa, iron painting and silver hook are all useless... No, it's not useless, it's useless..."

He pinched his chin and muttered: "Besides... he's not strong enough... this guy is really powerful. An ordinary martial saint won't be my opponent, but I can't take eleven of his moves now. I still need to improve my swordsmanship..."

Thinking of this, he suddenly took out the scroll of bamboo slips, unfolded it slowly, and grinned excitedly: "It's worth it, it's worth it..."