Fantasy World Transmigration

Chen Ang hearing this, could not help but laugh, Murong Bo this person’s rejuvenation, has already lost his heart, for the country’s major event, no means, anything can be sacrificed, anything can be used, private grievances and The happiness of the family is placed in the second place. It is just this scorpion, and it is called a hero.

At this time, he is very concerned about Murong Fu, but in the face of his own insulting enemies, as long as there is value, he has even pulled in all kinds. I really don’t know if it is ridiculous or poor. In a certain way, such indomitableness is worthy of admiration.

“old gentleman, you are too young to see Chen!” Chen Ang said: “The great business you are pursuing, perhaps in your eyes, it is worth paying for everything, but in Chen’s eyes, what is it? ?”

“What you said, the cracked earth seals the king, the fame is rich.” Chen Ang was slightly stopped, turned and looked at Murongbo. “Sorry, Chen is not in the eye.”

“The world is famous for its dust. I only want to be like this bright moon.”

His tone is calm and his eyes are sincere, but the content makes Murong Bo unable to suppress the anger of his heart. “If you refuse, you will refuse to bluntly, and do all these false words, and let the old man look down on you. I only ask you, will not Will you share this big Song Jiangshan with me?”

“Not willing!”

The clear voice, without a trace of anxiety, came from Chen Ang.

Murong Bo died and held the double fists, two iron fists, faintly revealing a layer of tenacious temperament, Duan Yu even saw Murong Bo slightly trembling, apparently trying to suppress himself. “You have to think about it clearly. If you go out, it will be difficult to cover the water.”

“I thought I had said it very clearly. If you still can’t understand it, then I will say it again.” Chen Ang coldly said, Murongbo heard the answer, only the words of chop nails and sever Iron.

“Not willing”

“Okay, okay, okay!” Murong Bolian said that the three ‘good’ words are already in a hurry. He is so eager to accept the palm force, and the thick palm force, Duan Yu is in the outside of the public zhang, all have the feeling, but Murong Bo Silenced for half a moment, and suddenly put down the palm of his hand, and his body flashed, he took down a large pen that Chen Ang hung on the wall.

This made Chen Ang a little surprised, and he reached this point, so he did not give up the hope of persuading him. It turned out to be indomitable, and the generation who could bend and stretch, the mind was more than ten years of Murong. It is a pity that Murong Bo has no talent in the overall situation. This point can be seen from Murong Fu.

Wang Yuzhen once said that Murong Fu “he wants to be a Hu, not a Chinese, even Chinese characters do not want to know, Chinese books do not want to read.” With such ridiculous thoughts, but also to restore the country, the two are afraid I never thought about how many Xianbei people in this world, their Xianbei country, what is the foundation?

Politically shallow, and only with a savvy martial arts, it is a wave in the martial arts. Chen Ang can see that Murong Bo seems to want to re-apply his skills and succumb to him. This kind of arrogant practice made Chen Ang not know whether he praised him or whether he laughed at him.

In the world, there are not many people who are proficient in hundreds of martial arts. Murongbo is one of the few. There is such an opponent. It is really rare to prove the martial arts and the heart of Chen Ang. However, it is.

Chen Ang took off a big hang on the table, and the ink on the nib was not dried up. Duan Yu looked down and said: Big Brother Chen was in a hurry, using a lot of calligraphy and painting, the nib used, It is soft and velvety, the tip of the pen is soft, and the pen is loose. How can it hurt people? Compared to them, they will not really fight for life and death.

He hasn’t recovered yet, and he saw that Murong Bo made a big stroke and connected three points to Chen Ang’s left cheek. Under his thick internal force, the pen tip was far better than the sword blade, and the air was stirring. Splashing ink, illusion of the illusion of the described in colorful language and heavy detail, pen and muscles.

Duan Yu was shocked: this person is a very good brushstroke, I have seen in my life, Zhu Danchen Uncle is already the first person in the judge’s pen, compared to Murong old gentleman, are a little worse. This method is very well-organized. In the past, Zhu Uncle taught me to read, and said that Yan Yan willow bones, see you today, and know what is bones and bones.

Under the sway of Murong Bo, the word is a thrilling, like a falling stone, the gold stone is open under the nib; the painting is like Xiayun, and the middle of the cloud is flowing; the hook is like Qu Jin, and the transition between the two is; Such as hairpins, when the dance is strong, the wind is whistling, the image is vertical and horizontal, low and ambitious.

The recruiter does not leave Chen Ang’s point, a big pen, like a silver front iron, and is far better than a sword.

“A good pair of “臧怀恪碑”!” Chen Ang admired.

In midair, Chen Ang raised the pen, and the force was gentler and more elegant. Duan Yu saw a small pen, and the dismantling between Murong Bo’s swaying spirit, one mention and one vertical, all directly hit Murong’s pen and the land of disillusionment. Quaint, round and charming, which either squats or squats, or flows, or stops flowing, and writes a sense of coziness in Murongbo.

The two pens did not intersect, so they were all imaginary tricks, but Murong Bo used the pen, there is no smooth beginning, only feel that the pen is difficult to condense, there are several times, can not write the kind of pleasure, intermittently In my heart, I feel awkward, and in contrast, Chen Ang, swaying freely, the pen is extremely cool.

Murong Bo dismantled his pen several times, but he was passively opposed to Chen Ang’s splashing ink. He only had time to parry and see Chen Ang’s “Quick Snow Spring Post”. The more he wrote, the smoother he was, the more his own writing was, the heart was anxious, simply Take the path of the military and forcefully dismantle it. In the eyes of Duan Yu, he knew that he had lost most of his life.

“It’s not so good now. It’s better to be a little bit.” Murong Bo’s heart is worried. Regardless of the artistic conception, he will only use the most basic sentence styles. When he writes a large number of pens, he will make a slap in the face. Chen Ang turned back to protection and was extremely subtle. When it is horizontal, it is like Le, it seems to fall back to the paper, slow down to the emergency, from Chen Ang throat.

Murong Bo repeatedly repeated, using this method of eight characters, eight methods of force, upside down, and turned upside down, not a whole word. Only the strokes are hard, and all the rules are bound, which is obviously the idea of ​​pressing Chen Ang.

Chen Ang laughed heartily, the next change, from “fast snow when the sunny post” to “Lanting preface”, “Yonghe nine years, aged in ugly.” The first Yongzi, will point to the point, horizontal Le Bingfeng, arrogant, enthusiasm, tactics, plundering, short squatting, squatting, one after another show, forced Murong Bo only the power of parry.

When writing “the beginning of Hunchun”, a ‘Zhi’ word is like a dragon-snake landing. In the midair, there is actually a solid pen-like power, and between the swaying and the swaying, there is no way to block.

Murong Bo’s face screamed loudly, and a pen stroked a lightning-like crease on his face, just a little aftermath. Just let his heart horrified, can not retreat, is about to retreat, is a ‘Zhi’ word, spilled from Chen Ang’s pen, the edge of the blade, Murong Bo 勉 support, and a red mark on the hand.

Twenty words, in Chen Ang’s pen, are thrilling, like the sword of heaven and man, and the heart of Duan Yu’s mind is swaying, not himself. “Good martial arts, good calligraphy, Wang Youjun is just like this in the world.” He has seen such a comfortable. The style of writing? I only think that this method, used there, is a wonderful thing.

Murong Bo was sweating, raising the left, block with the right, and then simply playing the Lai Lai, unfolding the movement technique, in the inner room of the little one, going up and down, the mouth hurriedly said: “Good martial arts, this One time I admit defeat, the Governor may wish to see me.”

Stepping on the foot, vacating, the big pen is like a big axe, swiping down, the strength is like the vastness of the Yangtze River, squatting away, writing, breaking like a wave, ten thousand horses galloping, hitting Chen Ang, in Chen Ang’s pen, picking up a few zhang high waves, really like the turbid waves emptying, Turning Rivers, Collapsing Seas, destroying everything.

However, regardless of Murong Bo’s pen, the momentum is so turbulent, Chen Ang is as smooth as a mountain, a huge wave, like a tamed sheep in his writing. With a calm and docile taste. If you say that Murong Bo’s pen is the big river, hook, smash, rub, point, dye, it is pouring momentum.

That Chen Ang is like a mountain peak, not moving, a small pen, a big paralyzed, even the faint Mount Tai stunned, Chen Ang left the left hand independent, leisurely facing Murong Bo exhausted Everything is attacking. A small pen, like a spirituality, against the tide of the Taotao, like a flying Swift, suddenly rushed to the wave, and suddenly fell to the trough, walking freely in the hustle and bustle of the sky.

Little by little, as if the red sun was rising, the mist was gone, and the green hills of the heavens leaked out of the corner, blocking the middle stream of the river, letting it flow in the sky, Qingshan is not moving, and the small pen slowly opens the veil of Qingshan. The peak of the hustle and bustle, standing still in the middle of the river, to block its way, let the turbid waves roll, it is impossible to shake.

Murong Bo’s pen is getting narrower and narrower, as if there is a huge peak in front of him, let him have a big pen how to tumbling, has been slowly oppressed, the momentum is dignified, the pressure is hundreds of millions, let him sadly want to vomit blood, If you can’t stop, you can only let the big pens go further and more extremes.

Finally, hitting the mountain, the powder is broken.

A loud bang of “pa!”, Murong Bo held a giant pen in his hand, bursting open, scattered into millions of filaments, falling in a row, Murong Bo face gray, looking at the empty hands.