Just when Guo Jing and others were discussing who should be sent to compete, Huang Rong in the field suddenly turned to Huo Dou and asked, "If you compete in the first game with a single step, in the second game with your senior brother, and in the third game with respect as a master, is that correct?" Unchangeable. Yes or no?"
Huo Dou looked back proudly and said, "That's exactly it."
After getting a positive answer from the other party, Huang Rong turned around and smiled and said to the confused Guo Jing, "Brother Jing, we will definitely win."
Guo Jing asked in confusion, "Rong'er, what does this mean?"
Huang Rong said in a low voice, "I am the king's servant now, and he is the king's servant..."
After she said these two sentences, she looked directly at Zhu Ziliu opposite.
Zhu Ziliu continued with a smile, and said in a low voice: "Take the king's horse, and fight with him; take the king's horse, and fight with him. After three generations of riding, Tian Ji won again and again, and he won the king's daughter. "
Guo Jing stared, confused and confused as to what they were talking about.
Seeing that her husband still didn't understand, Huang Rong had no choice but to approach him and whisper in his ear, "Brother Jing, you are proficient in the art of war. How come you have forgotten the ingenious strategies of Sun Bin, the ancestor of the art of war?"
When Guo Jing heard this, he immediately remembered the "Wu Mu's Suicide Notes" he had read when he was a boy. Huang Rong once told him this story: General Tian Ji of Qi State and the King of Qi raced and bet a thousand gold. Sun Bin taught Tian Ji a sure-fire way to win the horse. He raced the King of Qi's high-grade horse, the high-grade horse raced against the King of Qi's medium-grade horse, and the medium-grade horse raced against the King of Qi's inferior horse. The results were two wins and one loss, and he won a thousand gold coins. Now Huang Rong learned this lesson.
Seeing Guo Jing wake up, Huang Rong smiled and said, "Senior Brother Zhu, with your Yang Finger Kung Fu, it shouldn't be difficult to defeat this Mongolian prince."
Zhu Ziliu smiled and said nothing.
Zhu Ziliu was the first scholar in the Dali Kingdom and also served as prime minister. He was a well-educated man with extraordinary intelligence.
The martial arts of the Duan sect in Dali pays great attention to understanding. When Zhu Ziliu first joined the Nandi Gate Wall, his martial arts ranked at the bottom of the four major disciples who were fishermen, woodcutter, farmers and students. Ten years later, he had risen to the second place. At this time, his martial arts was far away. Above the three senior brothers.
Master Yideng treated the four disciples equally and taught them all the martial arts. However, in the end, Zhu Ziliu learned the most, especially the Yiyang Finger Kung Fu. At this time, his martial arts were compared to those of Guo Jing and Ma Yu. , Qiu Chuji and others are still not as good as them, but they are better than Wang Chuyi, Hao Datong and others.
Guo Jing immediately understood his wife's position and formation, and hurriedly said, "Rong'er, it would be too dangerous for Daoist Hao to face the Jinlun Dharma King. The outcome has nothing to do with the overall situation, but he is afraid that the enemy will be too ruthless. Daoist Hao It’s hard to resist.”
He was used to being outspoken, and he didn't worry about whether it would be too rude to treat Hao Datong as his subordinate. He didn't expect that others would feel embarrassed after hearing this.
And Hao Datong knew very well that this competition related to the fate of the country, which was very different from the ordinary battles for fame in the martial arts. If the Mongolian national division took away the position of leader of the world's heroes, the Han warriors would not only lose face, but also lose their morale. They are afraid that it will be difficult to form an alliance to fight against the enemy, and we will face the national disaster together.
So he said with emotion, "There is no need to worry about this. As long as it is beneficial to the country, even if the old Taoist dies at the hands of the Tibetan monk, it is nothing."
Seeing that he spoke so righteously, Huang Rong thought for a while and smiled and said, "Don't worry, Taoist Master Hao, as long as we win the first two of the three competitions, then naturally we won't have to compete in the third one."
After hearing this, Guo Jing couldn't help but be overjoyed and repeatedly said yes.
Zhu Ziliu smiled and said, "I have a heavy responsibility. If I can't defeat this Mongolian prince, I will be scolded by the heroes of the world for the rest of my life."
Huang Rong said hurriedly, "Senior Brother Zhu, don't be too modest. Just feel free to take action."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Ziliu walked to the center of the field, bowed his hand to Huo Dou, and said, "This is the first stage for me to ask your Excellency for advice. My surname is Zhu Ziliu. Throughout my life, I like to recite poems and antiphons, recite scriptures and read the Book of Changes, and excel in martial arts." It's very rough, so I need to ask for your guidance."
After saying that, he bowed deeply, took out a pen from his sleeve, and drew a few virtual circles in the air, looking completely pedantic.
Seeing such a weirdo, Huo Du thought to himself, "The more this kind of person is, the more advanced his martial arts are. He really cannot be looked down upon."
Zhuida was very energetic, clasping his fists as a salute, and said, "Xiao Wang is asking for advice from the seniors. Please show off your weapons."
Zhu Ziliu replied proudly, "Mongolia is a barbarian country and has not been taught by saints. Since you have asked for advice, I should give you some advice."
After hearing this, Huo Dou felt angry and a fierce look flashed in his eyes. How dare you insult me, Mongolia? I will make you look good later!
Then he opened the folding fan with a snap and said in a cold voice, "This is my weapon. Do you want to use a sword or a sword?"
Zhu Ziliu took up his pen and wrote the word "pen" in the air, and said with a smile, "I have been with the pen all my life, how can I use any weapon?"
Huo Dou looked at his pen attentively and saw only a bamboo tube and wool. Except for half an inch of ink on the tip of the pen, there was nothing different. It was very different from the pure pen used for acupoints in the martial arts.
Zhu Zhu frowned and said, "Since you don't use weapons, let's decide the outcome with fists and feet."
Zhu Zi Liu Wen shook his head and said, "No. China is a country of etiquette and righteousness, different from the Mongolian barbarians. Jiazi's thesis is to make friends with a pen. The enemy has a pen but no sword, so why do we need weapons?"
This person looked unhappy. In this case, Huo Dou didn't want to say anything else. He folded his folding fan and hit Zhu Ziliu in front of his forehead. "Stop talking nonsense and wait and see!"
Zhu Ziliu stepped sideways, shook his head, moved his left palm lightly in front of him, and drew the brush of his right hand towards Huo Dou's face.
Huo Du turned his head to avoid it, but seeing the opponent's lightness of movement and strange moves, he did not dare to attack him at the moment. He wanted to see how good his martial arts was before deciding on a countermeasure.
When Huo Dou was studying martial arts, he had already decided to go to the Central Plains to establish his reputation. Therefore, Jinlun Dharma King once dismantled with him one by one the famous moves of the famous martial arts schools in the Central Plains. The "famous" here definitely does not include the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. , Yiyang refers to this unique skill.
It was just a popular commodity that was widely circulated in the world, but it also made Huo Du's self-confidence rapidly expand, and he felt that the martial arts in the Central Plains was nothing more than this.
Unexpectedly, today Zhu Ziliu saw that the weapons he used were already very weird, and his moves were even more unbelievable. He had never heard of them before. He only saw his pen writing horizontally and diagonally in the air, as if writing, but what he was pointing at was actually There are big holes in the human body everywhere.
Zhu Ziliu is the most famous calligrapher in the South of China. Although he studied martial arts, he never gave up writing. Later, he became more and more refined as he practiced martial arts. He actually made a direct analogy and integrated Yiyang Zhi with calligraphy.
This Kung Fu is his own creation. No matter how strong other people's martial arts are, if they don't have the foundation, it is really difficult to resist his Kung Fu, which combines martial arts with martial arts, culture with martial arts, and reaches a superb state of both civil and martial arts.
Fortunately, Huo Du had read scriptures and learned poetry from Han Confucians since he was a child, so he was able to resist the incoming attacks.
At this time, Huo Dou could only see the opponent's brush waving. There were acupuncture points in the calligraphy, and there were calligraphy in the acupuncture points. It was really like silver fishing iron strokes, strong and sharp, and there was an elegant and bookish atmosphere in the majesty.
Guo Jing next to him didn't understand literature, so he was secretly amazed by what he saw.
However, Huang Rong was inherited from her father's family and was good at both civil and military skills. She couldn't help but admire Zhu Ziliu's wonderful martial arts.
Lu Qing, who was on the steps, had always liked reading. When he saw that Zhu Ziliu could use calligraphy to perform moves, his eyes lit up. However, after looking at it for a while, he couldn't figure it out. He turned his head and looked at Xiaolong beside him. The woman asked, "Master, what is this?"
Dragon Girl's eyes followed Zhu Ziliu, and when she heard the question, she casually answered, "Fang Xuanling Monument."
Lu Qing nodded in confusion, then stopped asking, and only focused on looking at Zhu Ziliu in the field.
"Fang Xuanling Stele" is an inscription written by Chu Suiliang, a minister of the Tang Dynasty, and is a fine piece of regular script. The predecessors commented that Chu's calligraphy is like "a goddess scattering flowers". The calligraphy is vigorous and graceful, with a gaze and posture, and the pen strokes are soaring, showing the wonder of uplifting and controlling.
Zhu Ziliu's "Yi Yang Shu Zhi" uses pen to refer to it, and his strokes are also rigorous and meticulous, just like regular script.
In addition to practicing martial arts, Long Nu's biggest interests are playing the piano and reading books. She has no other entertainment activities all day long, so she can naturally see the techniques used by Zhu Ziliu at a glance.
Although Huo Dou didn't understand the essence of Yiyang Finger, he had finally written "Fang Xuanling Monument" before. He could predict what Zhu Ziliu would write next after that horizontal line, but he kept it in an orderly manner without any trace of it. Lost image.
Seeing that he knew this way of calligraphy, Zhu Ziliu changed his strokes one by one and shouted, "Be careful! The cursive script is coming."
After saying that, he suddenly took off the hat on his head, threw it to the ground, his long sleeves were flying, and he ran wildly. His moves were not in accordance with the rules at all, but he looked like he was crazy, drunk, or possessed by evil spirits, and his writing was full of meaning, pointing out dragons and snakes.
Guo Fu on the sidelines was stunned for a while, and she said to Huang Rong with a silly expression, "Mom, is he crazy?"
Even Lu Yao, who was standing next to Guo Fu, said in unison, "Is he crazy?"
Glancing slightly at the girl in red, Huang Rong smiled and said, "Well, if I drink three more drinks, my writing skills will be even better."
After saying that, the village man next to him picked up the wine pot from the tray, poured three glasses of wine, and called out, "Brother Zhu, please drink three glasses to cheer me up."
After speaking, he held the glass in his left hand and flicked it with the middle finger of his right hand, and the wine glass flew steadily over.
Zhu Ziliu raised his pen and drew it out, forcing Huo Dou to take a step away. He took the wine glass with one hand and drank it all in one gulp. Huang Rong then flicked the second and third glasses away.
When Huo Dou saw the two of them urging them to drink in front of the battle, he didn't take him seriously and wanted to knock the wine glass down with a fan. However, Huang Rong followed Zhu Ziliu's writing style and always took advantage of the opportunity to pop out the wine glass, which Huo Dou hit every time. Can't hit.
Zhu Ziliu drank three glasses in a row and shouted, "Thank you very much! Such a handsome finger-picking magical power!"
Huang Rong smiled and said, "Senior Brother Zhu is such a sharp 'self-talk'!"
Zhu Ziliu smiled, but in his heart he was thinking that I, Zhu, have always been conceited and smart all my life, but I have always been inferior to this little girl. She saw through the special skills I have been working on for more than ten years at a glance.
It turns out that what he wrote at this time was the "self-talk" written by Zhang Xu in the Tang Dynasty. Zhang Xu was known as the "Sage of Cursive" and the sage of cursive script.
Du Fu's poem "Drinking the Song of the Eight Immortals" goes like this: "Zhang Xu takes off his hat and bares his head in front of the prince, and the paper falls like clouds of smoke."
At this time, Lu Qing, who was standing on the high platform, turned to look at Xiao Longnu, who had a calm look on her face, and said, "Master, why do you have to persuade me to drink during the competition?"
The dragon girl's beautiful eyes turned slightly and glanced at Huang Rong, who had a dignified face in the field. She said softly, "I advise him to drink three glasses of wine. Firstly, it is in line with his status of practicing this kind of kung fu. Secondly, it will make him more drunk and make his writing skills more sharp. Thirdly, it also frustrates the Mongolian spirit."
After hearing this, Lu Qing couldn't help but suddenly realized, nodded and said, "Oh~"
At this time, Zhu Ziliu saw that the word "dao" that Zhu Ziliu wrote about "carrying men fighting for the road" came up with the last stroke and was scratched directly on Huo Du's clothes.
Amid the roaring laughter of the heroes, Huo Dou stepped back.
Jin Lun Dharma King's eyes opened and closed, as if he didn't care about the battle situation in front of him, but in fact he could see everything clearly. Seeing that Huo Jun was at a disadvantage, he suddenly spoke, and the heroes could only hear his voice. It was loud, but no one understood what he was saying.
Because the Dharma King was speaking not the Chinese Mandarin, but Tibetan.
Although the heroes did not understand, Huo Dou in the field immediately understood what the master meant. It was a reminder to himself that he could not just stick to it, but must use the "Wind and Thunder Kung Fu" to compete with the opponent.
Then he let out a long whistle, flapped his right sleeve and left sleeve, and blew up a gust of wind, rushing toward Zhu Ziliu.
The strong wind was so powerful that the bystanders could not help but step back. They could only hear his shouting and cheering like thunderbolts from his mouth. It was expected that in addition to weapons, fists and kicks, this "violent wind and thunder skill" was also a powerful skill for defeating the enemy. means.
Zhu Ziliu held his arms low and strutted high, and they fought evenly with him. The two of them rolled over and fired more than a hundred moves. Zhu Ziliu was about to finish writing a "self-talk post". His writing style changed, his moves were slow, and he used The pen is thin and hard, full of ancient charm.
Seeing this, Huang Rong sighed to herself, "The ancients said that 'the thin and the hard can reach the gods'. This 'Baoxie Road stone carvings' is really a wonder that has never been seen in the ages."
In the field, Huo Dou still used the "Wind and Thunder Kung Fu" to fight against the enemy, but since the opponent was so strong, he fanned harder accordingly and shouted louder. The person who was inferior in martial arts could not stand on the sidelines, and couldn't help but move step by step. Retreat to the edge of the patio.
At this time, Zhu Ziliu's brush strokes became more and more clumsy, but his strength gradually increased. His strokes were like spider threads running across the wall, and his strength returned to weakness.
Huo Dou was secretly frightened and gradually felt elusive.
Jinlun Dharma King suddenly shouted eight more Tibetan words.
None of the surrounding heroes knew what these eight words meant, but they made everyone's ears buzz.
Zhu Ziliu became anxious and thought, "If he changes his tactics again, I don't know when this fight will be over. I take the lead in the battle for the Song Dynasty as the old prime minister of Dali. I must not lose. It will bring disaster to the country and the sect." Shame."
Suddenly, Zhu Ziliu's writing style changed again. The way he used the pen was not like writing, but like using an ax to chisel on a stone. Looking along the meaning of his writing, he saw that every word he wrote was entangled, rather like A series of small paintings, this is the oldest seal script.
Even the erudite Huang Rong couldn't recognize him, let alone Huo Dou.
As expected, Huo Dou only knew one or two characters of this ancient seal script. Since he didn't know what characters the other party wrote, he naturally couldn't guess the intervals and stroke patterns of the calligraphy, so he was immediately overwhelmed.
Zhu Ziliu was about to write the seal character one by one. Although the writing was ancient, the yang finger, which was the basis of calligraphy, also became stronger accordingly. Huo Du swung out his fan, but when he took it back a little later, Zhu Ziliu's brush shook and was already on his fan. A big seal script was written.
Huo Dou looked at the fan and blurted out in confusion, "Is this the word 'net'?"
Zhu Ziliu Fuxu smiled and said, "No, this is the word 'er'."
Then he stretched out his pen and wrote another word on his fan.
Huo Du said, "Is this the word 'moon'?"
Zhu Ziliu shook his head and said, "Wrong, that's the word 'Nai'."
Huo Du was frustrated and shook his fan, trying to dodge his pen and stop him from writing on the fan. Unexpectedly, Zhu Ziliu attacked with his left palm. Huo Du quickly stretched out his palm to block the enemy, but he took advantage of the opportunity and started fanning again. There are two words inscribed on it, but because I wrote them in a hurry, it is no longer a big seal script, but a cursive script.
Huo Dou naturally knew these two words, and couldn't help but shout "Barbarian!?"
Zhu Ziliu laughed loudly and said, "Yes, it is 'You are a barbarian'."
The heroes were angry at the invasion of the Mongolian cavalry and the slaughter of the people. They all felt resentful and resentful. When Zhu Ziliu called him "you are a barbarian", they all cheered loudly.
Huo Dou used real cursive seals and four "Yi Yang Shu Zhi" to kill him, and he was already a little timid. Now he heard such a huge cheers, and his mind couldn't help but become more confused.
But when he saw Zhu Ziliu waving his pen and writing three ancient characters in the air, how could Huo Dou think of recognizing any characters at this time? He had no choice but to raise his fan to protect his face and chest.
However, he suddenly felt numbness in his knees. It turned out that Zhu Ziliu had turned his pen upside down and hit an acupuncture point.
Huo Dudan felt that his knees were sore and weak, and he was about to kneel down. He cried out sadly in his heart that if he knelt down, he would never be able to see anyone again.
He quickly took a breath and rushed towards the acupuncture point between his knees, ready to jump away and admit defeat.
But Zhu Zi's willow pen came like lightning, followed by another.
He used his pen to point, and used the tip of his pen to make a series of moves with his Yang finger. How could Huo Dou resist at this moment?
His knees were numb and he finally knelt down, his face completely drained of color.
When the heroes saw this, they burst into cheers.
Guo Jing looked at Huang Rong and said happily, "Your plan is done."
Huang Rong smiled slightly and said nothing.
Wu and Dawu were watching the fight and were greatly impressed when they saw Uncle Zhu's Yiyang fingering technique changing endlessly. They couldn't help but secretly think that Uncle Zhu's skills were so profound and powerful, and could be transformed into calligraphy. There could still be so many mysterious changes in it. I don't know when he would be able to do so. Can learn like him.
Seeing that everyone around him was admiring this strange uncle who used a pen to make moves, Lu Yao muttered in a low voice in confusion, "Why didn't I see how powerful it is? It feels so far inferior to his brother's Wuxiang Jie Finger." "
The dragon girl standing on the steps also had the same thought in her heart at this time, and said secretly, "This person's Yang Finger is indeed a rare and powerful fingering technique, but compared to 'his' hand which is colorless, invisible, powerful and domineering The phaseless calamity finger is still far behind.”
Just when everyone was praising the power of Zhu Ziliu's Yang Finger, they suddenly heard a scream of "ah" coming from the venue. Everyone turned around quickly and saw that Zhu Ziliu had fallen to the sky.
This turn of events was so unexpected that everyone was taken aback.
It turned out that after Huo Du gave up, Zhu Ziliu thought that he had hit his acupuncture points with the Yiyang finger method. This was completely different from the ordinary acupoint method and would be difficult for others to rescue. So he stretched out his hand and pressed a few times on his side, and luckily he was freed. of acupuncture points.
Unexpectedly, Huo Du's acupoints had just been released, murderous intent suddenly arose, he groaned slightly, and before he could stand up straight, he pressed the handle of the fan with his right thumb, and four poisonous nails flew out from the fan bones, and all of them were nailed to Zhu Ziliu's body.
Originally, when a master competes in martial arts, he will never take action again after seeing the winner or loser. What's more, under the eyes of everyone in the hall, who would have expected that he would suddenly make a plot?
During the competition, Huo Duruo fired a hidden weapon. Although the nails hidden in the fan bones were clever, they definitely could not hurt the opponent. But at this time, Zhu Ziliu had opened his acupuncture points and was only a few feet away from him. This hidden weapon could be fired instantly even if his martial arts were high. It is also difficult to dodge.
The four nails were all coated with the highly toxic poison produced in the XZ Snow Mountain. When Zhu Ziliu was poisoned by one nail, he immediately felt severe pain all over his body and found it difficult to stand.
The heroes were shocked and angry, and they all pointed at Huo Du, scolding him for being despicable and shameless.
Huo Du smiled and said, "Xiao Wang turned defeat into victory, what is there to be ashamed of? Before we competed, we didn't say that we were not allowed to use hidden weapons. If Brother Zhu uses a hidden weapon to hit Xiao Wang first, then I will accept my fate."
Although everyone felt that his words were unreasonable and could not refute them for the moment, they still scolded him endlessly.
Guo Jing grabbed Zhu Ziliu and picked him up. He saw four small nails nailed into his chest. He also saw a strange look on his face. Knowing that the poison on the concealed weapon was very strange, he quickly stretched out his fingers and touched his three large acupoints, causing the blood flow to slow down and The meridians are blocked, and poisonous gas cannot escape into the heart.
She looked back at Huang Rong anxiously and said, "What should I do?"
Huang Rong frowned and said nothing. She knew that to cure the poison, Huo Dou or King Jinlun would have to administer the medicine himself. However, she was still a little confused about how to get the antidote.
When Dian Cang Yuyin saw that his junior brother was seriously poisoned, he was worried and angry at the same time. He pulled up the corner of his robe and stuffed it into his belt before running out to fight Huo Dou.
However, Huang Rong thought about the overall plan of the competition and thought, "The opponent has already won a victory. Brother Fisherman takes action, and the opponent Dalba challenges us. We have no chance of winning."
He hurriedly said, "Senior brother, wait a minute!"
Dian Cang Yuyin asked, "What?"
Although Huang Rong was full of resourcefulness, she was speechless at this time. Since she had lost the first game, the next two would be even more difficult.
After Huo Douzhi defeated Zhu Ziliu in his cunning, he stood in the field feeling complacent and looked around, looking like he was arrogant.
At a glance, a cold voice floated into everyone's ears, "I'll do it."
The heroes looked up following the sound and found that the person who spoke was actually the woman in white with a very beautiful face standing quietly on the high platform.
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