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When Chen Ang heard this, he couldn't help but burst into laughter. Murong Bo's ambition to restore the country had already captured his heart. For the sake of national affairs, he would sacrifice anything and use everything to sacrifice his personal grudges and the happiness of his family. Putting everything in second place, but with this ruthlessness, he can be called a hero.
Even though he was very concerned about Murong Fu at this time, facing his insulting enemy, as long as he was valuable, he would do everything possible to win over him. I don't know whether it's ridiculous or pitiful. From a certain perspective, such perseverance is worthy of admiration.
"Old sir, you underestimate Chen!" Chen Ang said with his hands behind his hands: "The great cause you are pursuing may be worth paying everything for in your eyes, but in Chen's eyes, it is nothing. ?”
"What you said is that you can break the earth and become a king, gain fame and wealth." Chen Ang paused for a moment, then turned to look at Murong Bo, "I'm sorry, but Chen doesn't take it seriously yet."
"All the fame and achievements in the world are dust. I only wish to be like this bright moon, shining brightly through the ages."
His tone was calm and his eyes were sincere, but the content made Murong Bo unable to suppress the anger in his heart, "If Your Excellency is unwilling, just reject me outright. You will make all these lies and make me look down on you. I only ask you, are you willing?" Are you going to divide the Song Dynasty with me?"
"No!"
A clear voice, without any trace of anxiety, came from Chen Ang.
Murong Bo clenched his fists tightly, and a layer of tenacity appeared on the two iron fists. Duan Yu even saw Murong Bo trembling slightly, obviously trying his best to suppress himself. "Your Excellency, please think carefully. If you say it out loud, it will be irreversible."
"I thought I had made it very clear. If you still don't understand, I'll say it again." Chen Ang said coldly. The answer Murong Bo heard was still only two decisive words.
"Refuse"
"Okay, okay, okay!" Murong Bo said three words "Okay" in a row, and he was already furious. He raised his palm with concentration, and Duan Yu felt the strong palm force even several feet away, but Murong Bo After being silent for a while, he suddenly put down his palm, and with a flash of his body, he took down a large pen hanging on the wall by Chen Ang.
This made Chen Ang a little surprised. After reaching this point, he finally gave up hope of persuading him. He was indeed an indomitable, capable and capable hero of the generation. His ambition was much more tenacious than that of Murong Fu. It's a pity that Murong Bo didn't have much talent in the overall strategy, as can be seen from Murong Fu.
Wang Yuyan once said that Murong Fu "wanted to be a barbarian and not a Chinese. He didn't even want to know Chinese characters or read Chinese books." With such ridiculous ideas and vain attempts to restore the country, the two of them were afraid I have never thought about how many Xianbei people there are in the world. What is the foundation of their Xianbei country?
Even though he is so shallow in politics, he can only make waves in the martial arts world with his relatively good martial arts skills. Chen Ang could tell that Murong Bo seemed to want to repeat his old tricks and impress him with his martial arts skills. Such high-spirited behavior made Chen Ang not sure whether to praise him for his heroic spirit or to ridicule his naivety.
There are not many people in the world who are proficient in hundreds of martial arts, and Murong Bo is one of the very few. It is really rare to have such an opponent, who can confirm the martial arts of hundreds of schools, and what Chen Ang wants But that's it.
Chen Ang took off a large pen hanging on the table. The ink on the pen tip was not dry yet. Duan Yu looked at it and felt relieved and said: Brother Chen, in a hurry, both used large pens for calligraphy and painting. The pen tips they used were all The pen is made of soft vellus hairs, has a soft nib, and a loose pen barrel. How can it hurt people? Compared with them, they will stop at the point and won't really fight for life and death.
Before he came back to his senses, he saw Murong Bo swipe his pen and tap three dots on Chen Ang's left cheek. Under his strong internal strength, the tip of the pen was far sharper than the edge of a sword. Under the surging energy, like a sword in the air. A splash of ink creates a phantom of thick ink and rich colors, and the brushwork is full of strength and strength.
Duan Yu was surprised and said: "This man has such amazing brushwork. I have seen in my life that Uncle Zhu Danchen is already the number one person in the judge's pen. Compared with old Mr. Murong, he is even worse." This method has all the muscles and bones. In the past, Uncle Zhu taught me how to read and talk about the muscles and bones of the flesh. But when I saw it today, I knew what the muscles and bones were.
Murong Bo's swaying, word by word, is thrilling, the strokes are like falling stones, and the metal and stone are opened under the tip of the pen; the painting is like summer clouds, the clouds and flowing water are flowing in the swaying; the hook is like bending gold, and the twists and turns are fascinating; Like a crossbow, the strong wind roars when it dances, there are images vertically and horizontally, and high ambitions.
The recruitment should not leave Chen Ang to ask for the acupuncture point, a large amount, like Yinfeng iron rod, fiercely better than the sword.
"What a piece of "The Monument of Zang Huaike"!" Chen Ang praised.
In mid-air, Chen Ang raised his pen, using it gently and gracefully. Duan Yu saw a small pen, blocked between Murong Bo's swaying energy, every mention and vertical stroke, they all hit the place where Murong Bo's writing power is wasted. It is graceful, ancient and elegant, round and graceful, some of them are in regular script, some are in regular script, some are flowing and stopping, and some are stopping and flowing. , in Murong Bo's pen, he wrote a piece of his own comfort.
The two pen tips did not intersect, and they were all feints. However, Murong Bo's pen was no longer as smooth as it was at first. He only felt that the pen was astringent and difficult to move. Several times, he could not write with that kind of pleasure, and his efforts were intermittent. , I feel very frustrated. On the other hand, Chen Ang writes freely and freely, and his writing is extremely free and unrestrained.
Murong Bo tried to block his writing several times, but was forced by Chen Ang's splashing of ink. He only had time to parry. Seeing Chen Ang's "Quick Snow and Clear Tie", the writing became smoother and smoother, but his own writing was a mess. He felt anxious, so he simply Use weapons to dismantle them by force. When it fell into Duan Yu's eyes, he knew that he had already lost most of it.
"Now that we've come to this, let's just do it." Murong Bo was furious in his heart. Regardless of the artistic conception of the pen, he only used the most basic judge's brushwork. When he made big strokes, his side edge was steep, his strokes were sparse, and he had enough momentum to draw back, forcing him to Chen Ang turned around to protect himself, using extremely delicate force. When it is horizontal, it is like a piece of paper falling against the front. If it goes slowly and returns quickly, it will strangle Chen Ang's throat.
Murong Bo repeatedly used the eight methods of Yongzi, the eight methods of exerting force, topsy-turvy and topsy-turvy, but could not form a complete character. There are only strong strokes, no rules and regulations. It is obvious that he is trying to draw a tie with Chen Ang.
Unexpectedly, Chen Ang laughed out loud and changed his writing from "Quick Snow and Clear Tie" to "Lanting Preface", "In the ninth year of Yonghe, I was born in Guichou." The first word "Yong" points to the key point on the side, He stretched his troops horizontally, exerted his strength vertically, hooked, advanced, plundered, pecked, and restrained, all of them were used one by one, forcing Murong Bo to have only the power to parry.
When I wrote "the beginning of late spring", the word "Zhi" was like a dragon and a snake rising from the land, and a solid pen force appeared in mid-air. It was invincible in all directions and no one could stop it.
There was a loud snap on Murong Bo's face, and a stroke of pen drew a lightning-like crease on his face, which was just a little aftermath. He was so horrified that he couldn't help himself. Just as he was about to retreat, another word 'zig' came out from Chen Ang's pen. The sharp edge broke. Murong Bo struggled to hold on, and another red mark appeared on his hand.
Twenty zigzags, in Chen Ang's writing, were thrilling, just like the swordsmanship of heaven and man. Duan Yu's mind was swaying when he saw it, and he couldn't help himself. "Wang Youjun is good at martial arts and good at calligraphy. This is nothing more than that in his lifetime." He had never seen such wantonness. The writing style? I just feel that this method, no matter where it is used, is a wonderful way to move people's hearts.
Murong Bo was sweating profusely, blocking from left to right. Later, he simply started to act cunning, spread out his body skills, and walked back and forth in the small inner room. He said urgently: "Good martial arts, I give up in this battle." , the Commander-in-Chief might as well watch me swipe my hair."
With one step of his foot, he soared into the air. The big pen was like a big axe. When he swung the pen down, his energy was like the vastness of the Yangtze River, rushing away. Under the pen, the breaks were like waves, thousands of horses galloping, hitting in front of Chen Ang. In Ang's painting, a wave several feet high was set off, really like a turbid wave coming out of the sky, overturning the river and sea, and destroying everything.
However, no matter how turbulent the momentum in Murong Bo's paintings is, Chen Ang is as steady as a mountain and as docile as a tamed sheep in his paintings. With a calm and gentle flavor. If we say that Murong Bo's paintings are like rivers and seas, hooks, chaps, rubs, dots and stains are all pouring out momentum.
Chen Ang is like a high mountain, standing still, with a small pen and a large hemp cloth. He has the majestic and motionless spirit of Mount Tai. Chen Ang is independent with his left hand, leisurely facing Murong Bo and giving everything he has. s attack. A small pen seems to have spirituality, going against the waves, like a flying swift, suddenly rushing to the top of the waves, and suddenly falling into the trough, traveling freely in the overwhelming energy.
Little by little, it seems as if the red sun is rising, the mist has dispersed, and a corner of the green mountains in the sky has leaked out, blocking the middle of the river. Let its waves surge into the sky, the green mountains are content and motionless. A small pen slowly lifts the veil of the green mountains, and a The majestic peak stands immovable in the middle of the river, blocking its path. No matter how the turbid waves roll, it cannot be shaken.
Murong Bo's brush strokes became narrower and narrower, as if there was a huge peak blocking him, no matter how he tossed it with his big pen, it kept pressing slowly, with a dignified momentum and pressure of hundreds of millions, which made him feel sad and wanted to vomit blood. Unable to stop the trend, we can only allow the big money to go further and further, gradually reaching extremes.
In the end, it hit the mountain and was shattered into pieces.
"Bang!" With a loud noise, the giant pen in Murong Bo's hand exploded and scattered into thousands of filaments, falling down one after another. Murong Bo's face was ashen as he looked at his empty hands. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com