Gu Qingshan said: "Dugu, he is also very interesting... Forget it, let's not talk about him." He said with expectant eyes: "I have an unkind invitation..."
Jiang Fan took a sip of wine and said, "It doesn't matter if you just tell me."
Gu Qingshan said: "I am obsessed with poetry and calligraphy. I watched the prince's masterpieces in Taibai Residence. On the one hand, I was fascinated by the poems and prose. On the other hand, I really like the strange writing style. I wonder if the prince can give me this style of writing as a gift today?"
As he spoke, he spread out the bamboo slips in his hands, but there was no word on them. During this period, I just rolled up a pen.
Haha, is this considered an on-site autograph signing?
Jiang Fan thought for a while and said: "You have been prepared for it for a long time. Anyway, the price you gave is good. Let's take the 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 will fulfill your wish."
"There is no ink here, please wait a moment, Your Majesty." After saying that, he walked up to the semi-sage, lightly scratched his face with his nails, rotated his palms, and sucked out a handful of blood. He walked to Jiang Fan and said, "Although You saved my life, but the starting point was not very good. Not only did I almost feed the shark to the young master, but I also offended the prince, so it can be regarded as compensation."
Jiang Fan found this scholar more and more interesting: "You are an interesting person, so you can use blood as ink, so you should be able to write appropriately."
As he spoke, he picked up his pen and pondered for a while, then dipped it in the blood on Gu Qingshan's palm and started writing quickly, but it was "Xia Ke Xing".
However, the style used is not the style of writing that is about to enter the wine world. It is indeed another brand-new style of writing that will make the scholar's eyes shine.
After writing the article, the scholar was so surprised that he picked up the scroll and read it word for word.
"What a chivalrous person! What a wild and uninhibited style of writing!" He looked at Jiang Fan excitedly: "May I ask the prince, why is this style?"
Jiang Fan smiled: "Kangcao."
Gu Qingshan slapped the table: "Absolute! Absolute! A chivalrous man behaves wildly and freely, so he should write in wild cursive! People say that the prince is a great talent in the world, and he monopolizes eight percent of the literary world in ancient times. You will not deceive me."
Jiang Fan put down his pen: "This king and Taihua can't be dealt with. Are you afraid of being punished for doing this?"
Gu Qingshan looked at the poem and admired it. After hearing the words, he just said casually: "What else can you do to me? The worst is to throw it to the inner demon road and play with it."
"If... one day, Taihua orders you to go against me, or I want to go against Taihua, what should you do?"
Gu Qingshan was startled, then slowly dried the handwriting and put away the bamboo slip: "Does the prince want to see if I am an enemy or a friend?"
Jiang Fan said, "You tell me, and I'll listen."
Gu Qingshan said: "Why does the prince, a free and easy person, need to look good? When you are a friend, you are a friend, and when you are an enemy, you are an enemy..."
Jiang Fan stroked his palm: "Then let's talk about the world?"
Gu Qingshan said: "Your Majesty is busy today, so I won't bother you. I am very interested in your actions. I will definitely see you again in the future."
The scholar stood up and was about to leave when he heard a voice saying: "Don't be anxious, finish the fight before leaving."
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.
"Aiya, I go!"
The scholar's robe sleeves flicked, his blue shirt flashed, and he retreated dozens of feet in an instant. However, the big fist was already close to his face, making it impossible to avoid him.
The scholar had no choice but to drop the pen in his hand. A sharp pen light struck in the air and fell like thunder. However, the pen light shattered instantly and his fists continued.
The scholar retreated again, his pen sweeping across the sky, as if he had written the word "one" in the void, and a line stretched across the sky, like a long sword across the sky.
However, the sword shattered and the punch entered.
The scholar's eyes were focused, and a single stroke came from top to bottom, causing the void to tremble.
The fist is still as strong as a broken bamboo, and if it breaks again, the punch will advance again.
The scholar's face was solemn, and he crossed his fingers in the air, like the word "kill" in the air.
Still broken, the power of the punch is undiminished.
The scholar's pen turned sharp, and the man's pen moved away. With an incredible turn, he finally managed to avoid the fist. That punch finally blasted into the void and disappeared.
The scholar almost fell over 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 said you are a good person, why are you fighting?"
Jiang Fan almost fell down with joy.
Before he could say anything, Ying Wuming took a step forward: "Dugu has taken ten of my moves. If you don't take all of them, you won't be able to leave!"
The scholar yelled and almost rolled around to avoid Ying Wuming's fist.
"Stop, stop, stop..."
Jiang Fan curled his lips and paused. Finally, he met someone who could excite his brother-in-law. Just prepare for a good meal.
Should!
The resentful look in the scholar's eyes when he left made Jiang Fan feel like he could drink three glasses of wine.
"This man is very talented in swordsmanship and very powerful."
Using two words in a row, his brother-in-law spoke very highly of him.
"How is it better than Dugu?"
Ying Wuming thought for a while: "Everyone has his own way, but he only took nine of my moves."
"Oh?" Jiang Fan was thoughtful.
"I just saw him fighting with you. The iron painted on the silver hook seemed to be writing in the void. This martial arts is a bit interesting."
"This man puts his book into his sword. He looks like he is moving the sword, but he is writing a book. He looks like he is writing a book, but he is also moving the sword. 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 was the one who added the head..."
"I just want to see you write." Ying Wuming understood after finishing typing.
"Haha? This scholar looks sincere and free, but he is also cunning."
"If you give him Kuangcao today, the next day, his cultivation level will definitely reach a higher level. Why?"
Jiang Fan understood that his brother-in-law was the one who asked why he wanted to help Taihua.
His face fell suddenly: "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'll see!"
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Young Master Jiang groaned angrily, while Young Master Gu burst into tears.
"Oh, my God, you hit me so hard, 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 crime -"
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 his eleven moves now, and 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..."
