Saint of the Confucian way

Wei Yu's eyes flashed a trace of timidity and a faint hatred. He arched his hands and said, "thanks for the advice of Fang Zhenguo." anyway, as long as I use no ink, I can beat you, and then break your two stone tablets! "

After Wei Yu finished, he closed his eyes, made a little brewing, and waved his pen to the front. This time, he wrote Chen Guanhai's complete article big river flow.

A pen stabbed out, waves everywhere, river winds, a white light surrounded his brush, and a white billowing Yangtze River loomed in his eyes.

At the same time, there was a sound of wood fragmentation in Wei Yu's body, and then he saw thick ink suddenly emerging from his eyes, nostrils, mouth and ears.

The dark ink floated like seven rivers and finally rushed into Wei Yu's brush.

The blood color on Wei Yu's face dissipated rapidly. After all the strange ink was integrated into the brush, there was no blood color on his face. It was as white as a layer of lime, and his eyebrows and hair were like snow falling from coal, gradually turning from black to white, and finally white.

Two deep wrinkles appeared on his face, as clear as the wound cut by a sharp sword.

For more than 20 years, the power of calligraphy poured out. After writing an article, Wei Yu had no inkling and had to practice calligraphy again. Moreover, the entry of calligraphy was several times slower than before.

"Keng Keng......"

Wei Yu writes with ink on the tip of his pen. There is nothing in front of him, but there is a crisp metal sound.

When Wei Yu's first word was written, Fang Yun's eyes coagulated, and he saw that the word split and the strokes turned into poisonous snakes. It was obvious that the word was like a snake, which was the same as the power of the calligraphy before Fang Yun.

However, the body surface of the poisonous snake formed by Weiyu characters is suffused with metallic luster.

These metal snakes didn't attack Fang Yun immediately, but circled and screamed in mid air, spit bleeding red letters at Fang Yun, and may rush at any time.

Qiao juze's eyes are complex, and the word is like a snake, which is the original intention of the ink sword Pavilion. The word turns into the ink sword! Although Wei Yu can't reach the degree of the word turns into the ink sword, he is infinitely close to the word turns into the ink sword. In addition, he gives up the calligraphy to form the power of no inking, and Fang Yun has only a 40% chance of winning even the word turns into the ink sword! "

Qiao juze thought, looking at Fang Yun, found that Fang Yun just started writing.

"The emperor patrols the left Shence Army..."

When Fang Yun wrote his first stroke, Qiao juze felt his mind was about to explode. If he wasn't afraid of startling Fang Yun, he almost wanted to rush over and look at the text at the first time.

"A new regular script font has been born! If Fang Yun improves this regular script, the calligraphy will become four realms! If he improves it again, I'm afraid he can reach five realms! At that time, the power of the sage of calligraphy can be reappeared! With Fang Yun's own talent, as long as he can be granted semi saint and hold the spring and autumn pen, it's unimaginable!" Qiao juze muttered to himself.

After the completion of the first "state" character, the whole character moved gently, and then made a sound of sharp sword coming out of its sheath.

The strokes are separated to form an ink sword with metallic luster!

These ink swords are big and small, long and short, but without exception, they all exude a terrible sense of war. Each ink sword seems not to be written by Fang Yun, but the life of soldiers and generals who have been on the battlefield for a long time!

The metal snake formed by Wei Yu's characters suddenly shook wildly and hissed wildly, but it only shouted twice. Suddenly, its body was straight and stiff, and then slowly gathered together, and finally restored to words.

The bystander Qiao juze was stunned and said, "even if the word becomes an ink sword, it scares Wei Yu's word like a snake to death! That's a word without ink. Is Fang Yun's text higher than I thought?"

Qiao juze, regardless of anything else, carefully watched the words of the Moroccan movement for fear of missing this great opportunity.

Wei Yu had only white hair and wrinkles on his face, but after Fang Yun's ink sword completely scared him to death, his forehead was covered with sweat and slowly flowed down.

His hand shook slightly, and the writing appeared slight and undetectable defects.

Wei Yu did not look at Fang Yun, nor did he dare. He was afraid that once he saw Fang Yun's words, he would completely lose his fighting spirit.

"I can't lose!" Wei Yu roared in his heart.

Fang Yun continued to write the masterpiece of Liu Gongquan, one of the four masters of regular script, the monument of Shence army!

After the word "monarch" appeared, a faint bright yellow light appeared on the surface of all the ink swords. Each sword was like a gift from a king. Wang Wei was mighty and killed all evils and differences.

After the emergence of the monarch's authority, Wei Yu sadly found that all his words had lost the ability to turn snakes.

Wei Yu's eyes were dim.

First, the water light that wrapped the brush disappeared, then the ink on the tip dissipated, and finally all the brush hairs fell slowly. Finally, the brush in his hand became a bare pen holder, which can no longer be called a brush.

A man loses his will and a pen loses its edge.

"I lost..." Wei Yu said softly.

"Unfortunately, it's late," said Joe juze.

Whoosh

An ink sword with light golden light flew out quickly, smashed Wei Yu's words that had lost strength, and then stabbed Wei Yu's body through his body.

Every time he was stabbed, Wei Yu's body retreated a very small distance.

Fang Yun kept writing the tablet of Shence army. Each text appeared in the air, and then turned into an ink sword. He rushed over at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye and penetrated Wei Yu's body.

Wei Yu clenched his teeth and wanted to endure the pain of the ten thousand swords. However, after Fang Yun wrote the tenth word, two ink swords pierced his legs. He cried out in pain, bent his legs and knelt to the ground.

"I admit defeat! Please let me go. I won't argue, I won't fight, don't write..."

Fang Yun wrote the words in the "Shence army monument" stroke by stroke.

Wei Yu said a few words and suddenly began to roll on the ground in an attempt to avoid the ink swords, but those ink swords seemed to have eyes. Each sword could accurately pierce his body.

Qiao juze felt numb because there were too many ink swords. There were wounds of different sizes in many parts of Wei Yu's body, such as forehead, face, mouth, neck, chest and abdomen, limbs and so on, and the blood could not stop flowing out.

Qiao juze is convinced that Wei Yu has the strength of Shangshe Jinshi and will never kneel down to beg for mercy because of pure pain.

"It seems that the ink sword is true..."

Qiao juze couldn't help shivering. Then he remembered that several ink swords had passed through Wei Yu's forehead without piercing his head and brain. Those swords must have penetrated Wei Yu's literary palace!

Qiao juze didn't dare to think about Wei Yu's pain at the moment. The pain of 10000 swords wearing his body would make people sweat in a cold sweat as long as he thought about it.

"... please..." Wei Yu's voice became weaker and weaker, and his eyes had turned gray.

The word snake can only leave a wound on the surface of the human body for one month, but the word ink sword is different.

The worded ink sword can't kill the people in Lingyan Pavilion, but it can completely turn the opponent into a loser.

"You... You can't be so cruel. It's bad for your literary name..." Wei Yu said.

Fang Yun wrote the monument of Shence army seriously.

Qiao juze said, "Wei Yu, it's time for you to say such words. You deserve it! Fang Yun's previous advice to admit defeat was vicious. What's your attempt to force Fang Yun to have no inks? Go all the way!"

"Ah..." Wei Yu's face twisted and rolled on the ground with his body in his arms. Soon he lost his strength to roll and lay on the ground humming gently.

After Fang Yun wrote the last word, Wei Yu's body had become a sieve everywhere, and Wen palace had almost become a fishing net.

"I said to wait for you in the mojian Pavilion, not to give you a chance to win, but to give you a chance to admit defeat. Unfortunately, you don't understand." Fang Yun took up his pen and looked at Wei Yu in the pool of blood.