The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

A hint of timidity flashed in Wei Yu's eyes, and there was a hint of hatred, and he cupped his hands and said: "Thank you Fang Zhenguo for your advice, the third chapter is more powerful than calligraphy, so I can only fight with my back against the enemy! If I hurt you, I will defeat your calligraphy skills." Heart, don’t blame me!”

Fang Yun looked down at the big brush in his hand and said slowly: "You don't have to be ignorant now. There is still a way out in the future. If you dare to use it, I can only go all out. At that time, I can't hold back." ”

Qiao Juze sighed: "Brother Wei, I called you this for the last time, you might as well accept your defeat. In the Yishan Pavilion, I knew you were going to have no ink on your mind, so I tried my best to use up all my talents to speed up and enter the Ink Sword Pavilion. It's a pity that It's still too late for you and me. If you are a scholar, Fang Yun will expel you from the academy for your crime. But if you persist in your obsession, then if Fang Yun transforms the word into Mo Sword and obtains the meaning of Mo Sword, you will not only be defeated miserably in Mo Sword Pavilion, but even in the future, There is no chance of competing with Fang Yun."

Wei Yu said: "How could I not know? Once Fang Yun transforms the Mo Sword into the Mo Sword Pavilion, then his future quarrels will inevitably be accompanied by the Mo Sword. Except for a few geniuses from the semi-sage family, people with the same rank will be unbearable in front of him. One blow. But this is the path I have chosen, and there is no turning back!”

Qiao Juze said sternly: "If you force Fang Yunshi to show his innocence, you will be a sinner of Jingguo! Once you leave Lingyan Pavilion, I will fight against the thieves and kill you in the academy!"

When Wei Yu heard the battle against thieves, his eyebrows trembled, and he smiled softly and said: "How can I do what you want? As long as I can force Fang Yun to show his innocence, the Lei family will avenge the tragic death of the children of the Lei family. If you want to take revenge, you will naturally protect me! As for Jingguo’s sinner, I am already one!”

Qiao Juze had a sullen face and said nothing.

"Since you are so stubborn, then use your ink." Fang Yun lowered his head and held the brush in his hand.

Wei Yu's pupils shrank sharply and said, "Fang Yun, have you been preparing for today for a long time?"

Fang Yun didn't look at Wei Yu, he lowered his head to contemplate the meaning of his pen. The masterpiece of Liu Gongquan that he practiced on weekdays came to mind. In order to avoid being discovered, he deliberately modified the original text to make the content of the original text consistent with the history of Jingguo. The new text They are all rubbings from Liu Gongquan's other characters, forming new regular scripts in the world of strange books.

Qiao Juze took a closer look at Fang Yun, with a look of surprise on his face, because Fang Yun looked like a dead tree standing still, but the whole person was like a god of war in the army. Nothing existed in front of him, but thousands of armies followed behind him, and his momentum was majestic. An extraordinary general.

Only then did Wei Yu realize a key issue. Fang Yun was young and was only a civil servant, but Fang Yun was a "cabinet executor." His official position was equivalent to a third-grade official, equivalent to the governor of a state, and equivalent to a great governor. !

A person's experience is closely related to the style of writing and words. Once Fang Yun takes advantage of the power of a high-ranking official, he will definitely write a different calligraphy article.

"No matter what, as long as I show my confidence, I can defeat you and smash two of your stone monuments!"

After Wei Yu finished speaking, he closed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and then stabbed forward with his pen. This time, what he wrote was Chen Guanhai's complete article "The Great River Flow".

As soon as a stroke was thrust out, the sound of waves arose, the river wind blew, a white mist of water surrounded his brush, and a Yangtze River with rolling white waves appeared faintly in his eyes.

At the same time, there was a sound of wood breaking inside Wei Yu's body, and then thick ink suddenly appeared from his eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ears.

The dark ink flows like seven small rivers in the air, and finally rushes into Wei Yu's brush.

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

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

More than twenty years of calligraphy power came out. After writing an article, Wei Yu had no idea and could only practice calligraphy again, and the progress of calligraphy was several times slower than before.

"Kengkengkengkeng..."

Wei Yu was writing, the tip of his pen was filled with ink. There was nothing in front of him, but there was a crisp metallic sound.

When Wei Yu finished writing the first character, Fang Yun's eyes narrowed, and he saw that the character split and the strokes turned into venomous snakes. It was obvious that the characters had become like snakes, which was as powerful as Fang Yun's previous calligraphy.

However, the body surface of the poisonous snake formed by Wei Yu's characters has a metallic luster.

These metal poisonous snakes did not attack Fang Yun immediately. Instead, they circled and hissed in mid-air, spitting out blood-red letters at Fang Yun, and might pounce at any time.

Qiao Juze's eyes were complicated, and the word "like a snake" was the original meaning of "Mo Jian Ting", the word "Mo Jian"! Although Wei Yu could not reach the level of characterizing the ink sword, he was infinitely close to characterizing the ink sword. Coupled with the power of giving up calligraphy and becoming ignorant, Fang Yun only has a 40% chance of winning even if he turns into a calligraphy sword! "

Qiao Juze thought to himself, looked at Fang Yun, and found that Fang Yun was just writing.

"The monarch visited Zuo Shence's army..."

When Fang Yun wrote the first stroke, Qiao Juze felt as if his head was going to explode. If he hadn't been afraid of surprising Fang Yun, he would have almost wanted to rush over and read the words carefully.

"A new regular script font is born! If Fang Yun perfects this regular script, calligraphy will definitely reach the fourth realm! If there are further improvements, I am afraid it can reach the fifth realm! By then, the power of the sage of calligraphy can be reproduced! The power of the sage of calligraphy If Wei cooperates with Fang Yun's own talent, it would be unimaginable for him to become a semi-saint and hold the Spring and Autumn Pen!" Qiao Juze murmured to himself.

After the first word "国" was completed, the whole word moved slightly and then made the sound of a sword being unsheathed.

The strokes are separated to form ink swords that exude metallic luster!

These ink swords may be large or small, long or short, but without exception, they all exude a terrifying fighting spirit. Each ink sword seems not to be written by Fang Yun, but the life of a soldier and general who has experienced many battles. change!

The metal snake formed by Wei Yu's words suddenly shook crazily and hissed crazily, but it only screamed twice. Suddenly its body straightened up and stiffened, then slowly gathered together, and finally returned to words.

Qiao Juze, who was watching, was dumbfounded and said: "It doesn't matter if the words are like an ink sword, but Wei Yu's words are like a snake and scared to death! That's a word with no ink. Is Fang Yun's article better than I imagined? Medium or higher?”

Qiao Juze didn't care about anything else and carefully read Fang Yun's words, for fear of missing this huge opportunity.

Wei Yu originally only had white hair and beard, and wrinkles on his face, but Zi Snake was completely frightened to death by Fang Yun's ink sword, and his forehead was covered with sweat, slowly flowing down.

His hand shook slightly, and there were subtle flaws in the words he was writing.

Wei Yu didn't look at Fang Yun, and he didn't dare to look at it. 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 Military Monument of Shence"!

After the word "Kingdom" appeared, a faint bright yellow light appeared on the surface of all the ink swords. Each sword seemed to be gifted by the king, with great majesty and slaying all evil.

After the power of the monarch emerged, Wei Yu sadly discovered that all his words had lost the ability to transform into snakes.

Wei Yu's eyes dimmed.

First, the water covering the brush disappeared, then the ink on the tip of the brush dissipated, and finally all the bristles on the brush slowly fell off. Finally, the brush in his hand became a bare barrel and could no longer be called a brush.

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

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

"It's a pity it's too late." Qiao Juze said.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Ink swords with pale golden light flew out quickly, shattering Wei Yu's words that had lost their power, and then pierced Wei Yu's body and passed through.

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

Fang Yun kept writing the "Shence Army Monument", and the words appeared in mid-air one by one, and then turned into ink swords, rushing past at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye, piercing Wei Yu's body.

Wei Yu gritted his teeth and wanted to endure the pain of thousands of swords piercing his body. However, after Fang Yun wrote the tenth word, two ink swords pierced his legs, and he screamed in pain. He bent his legs and fell to his knees.

"I give up! Please let me go. I won't fight anymore. I won't fight anymore. Stop writing..."

Fang Yun, however, acted as if he had never heard of it, and wrote the words in the "Shence Army Monument" one stroke at a time.

Wei Yu said a few words and suddenly started rolling on the ground, trying to avoid the ink swords, but those ink swords seemed to have eyes, and each sword could accurately pierce his body.

Qiao Juze's scalp felt numb because there were too many ink swords. There were wounds of various sizes on Wei Yu's forehead, face, mouth, neck, chest and abdomen, limbs, etc., and blood could not stop flowing out. .

Qiao Juze was convinced that Wei Yu had the ability to become a scholar and would never kneel down and beg for mercy because of pure pain.

"It seems that it is true that the Mo sword penetrates the gallbladder..."

Qiao Juze couldn't help but shudder, and then he remembered that several black swords had penetrated Wei Yu's forehead but did not pierce his head or brain. Those swords must have penetrated Wei Yu's palace!

Qiao Juze couldn't even think about Wei Yu's pain at this moment. Just thinking about the pain of thousands of swords piercing his body made him break into a cold sweat.

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

The Zi Snake can only leave wounds on the surface of the human body for a month, but the Zi Hua Mo Sword is different.

The Zihua Mo Sword cannot kill the people in Lingyan Pavilion, but it can completely turn the opponent into a useless person.

"You...you can't be so vicious, it will be bad for your literary reputation..." Wei Yu said.

Fang Yun wrote the "Shence Military Monument" seriously.

Qiao Juze said: "Wei Yu, you have come to such a time, and you still say such things, you really deserve it! Fang Yun's previous words to persuade you to admit defeat were cruel words, so what are your ignorant intentions in trying to force Fang Yun out? ? Have a good trip!”

"Ah..." Wei Yu's face was distorted, and he rolled on the ground holding his body tightly. Soon he lost the strength to roll and lay on the ground humming softly.

After Fang Yun finished writing the last word, Wei Yu's body had become a sieve full of eyes, and Wen Gong had almost become a fishing net.

"I said I would wait for you at Mojian Pavilion, not to give you a chance to win, but to give you a chance to admit defeat. It's a pity that you didn't understand." Fang Yun put away his pen and looked at Wei Yu in a pool of blood.