Martial Arts: Pick up the invitation to the moon at the beginning

Chapter 187

"Of course! I've said long ago that if we can defeat our little brother Qin, not only Xu's outspoken post, but other treasures will also be given away."

Xiang Wentian said boldly.

Originally, what Xiang Wentian was worried about was that Qin Yu would make famous martial arts and kill him.

But now it seems that Qin Yu has grasped the measure.

"Well!"

The bald penman rose up, waved his big hand, and the servants in the distance understood and walked towards the manor.

Soon after, he took the ink and inkstone and put them on the pavilion, and poured the ink into the inkstone.

The judge's pen in the bald penman's hand began to be dipped in ink.

"The ink that this bald penman dips in is made from special medicinal materials. If the skin is stained with ink, it will leave a deep mark, which will never wash off and cannot be scraped off with a knife!"

Xiang Wentian explained to Qin Yu in a low voice.

"Humph!"

It's just that Yaoyue at the side snorted softly in disdain.

This ink is somewhat similar to the Moyu plum blossoms in Yihua Palace, but the Moyu plum blossoms are many times better than this ink.

It is not an exaggeration to call the Moyu plum blossom the treasure of heaven and earth. It is as black as pure lacquer, as fine as suet, with fine texture, clean and elegant. Being fluent in all things, it can also achieve the effect of prolonging life and improving mind.

Xiang Wentian was slightly taken aback.

Why does this woman always look contemptuous?

But he continued: "When many martial arts masters fought against the four friends in the south of the Yangtze River, the one who felt the most headache was this bald penman. He accidentally drew a circle on his face, or made a cross, or even made a cross on his face. Write a word or two, so that they will never be seen again!"

"For many people, it would be better to be slashed, or have an arm cut off, than to smear it on the face."

It's not that I'm worried about Qin Yu's martial arts, but I'm worried that I'm accidentally caught.

Originally, Qin Yu's face was very attractive, but if it was destroyed, the two palace masters of Yihua Palace would definitely not let him go.

"I see!"

Qin Yu nodded. After all, what he was talking about was a question of strength.

The judge's pen is like a blade, if you get hit by the blade, you have to pay the price of blood, but if you get hit by the judge's pen, you have to pay the price of face.

"It's okay, if he dares to paint your face, I'll paint his whole body and kill him!"

Yaoyue said indifferently.

"This……"

Qin Yu looked at Yaoyue in surprise.

These words were not loud, but everyone at the scene heard them clearly.

But due to the identity of the master, Huang Zhonggong and others did not have an attack.

The right is to say harsh words before the young people fight.

But the bald pen man's face was a little ugly.

This obviously didn't take him seriously.

"This little brother Qin, look at the trick!"

After dipping in the ink, he jumped up, and the judge pen in his hand turned into a magic weapon, like a sword, with many changes and full of inner strength.

What is being used is his signature martial art, the stone drum acupuncture technique.

Calligraphy is integrated into the judge's brushwork, and the brushwork is varied vertically and horizontally.

"Let little brother Qin appreciate the power of General Pei's poems!"

With the continuous outline of the judge's pen in the hand, it is like a sword light attacking people, recruiting people's vital points, a total of 23 characters, each character ranging from three moves to sixteen characters.

Facing this flowing attack, Qin Yu didn't take out any weapons, but just used ethereal footwork to keep dodging.

After some offensive, the bald penman suddenly found that the words he wrote didn't touch Qin Yu at all.

It can even be said that the other party dodged his attack very calmly, and the bald penman was really puzzled by his strange movements.

"Come again!"

"This is the "Bameng Mountain Inscription" written by Zhang Fei, the general of the Shu Han Dynasty!"

The bald penman turned his backhand, and once again displayed the next round of offensive, penetrating the center with a dignified brushwork.

The sharp edge is sharp, the sword is on the verge of breaking out, and it is full of courage and courage.

Still integrating calligraphy into the judge's pen, the offensive came roaring like a flood.

Qin Yu continued to dodge, letting the sky collapse and the earth sink, the attack was like a tide, his figure was like a white ghost, and the judge's pen still couldn't touch it at all.

"Good posture!"

The bald penman exclaimed.

Let him be sick or brave, but he is still helpless.

The most frightening thing was that the bald penman didn't see which movement technique Qin Yu used at all.

It seems to have the strengths of a hundred schools of thought, and it is very different from many body skills.

Really confused.

Little did they know that Qin Yu had already mastered many sect's movements, combined the essence of them, and used his strong internal force to activate them.

The bald pen man naturally couldn't see the origin of his movement.

After writing this general Pei's poem, I still wrote about loneliness.

"Come again! This is cursive script, Huai Su's self-narrative post!"

The bald penman gritted his teeth and said loudly.

All of his martial arts are combined with the calligraphy he is proud of, and he wants to use the sharpness in calligraphy to complete the combination of civil and martial arts.

The judge's pen in his hand waved again, just like the madness in the cursive script, the brushwork was erratic and irregular, making it hard to see the context of the brushwork.

If you want to appreciate the beauty of calligraphy, look at the brushwork of the bald penman, which is really very charming. Calligraphy House, of course, has achieved a lot in calligraphy.

However, Qin Yu's understanding of martial arts is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

No matter how erratic the bald penman's brushwork was, Qin Yu could still see his context clearly.

The figure was ethereal, swift and strange, when the bald penman stabbed Qin Yu's chest for the last time.

Qin Yu sneered, "It's just a show!"

The long sword in his hand was still in the scabbard, Qin Yu's figure flickered, and at the same time he slapped the scabbard to his side.

"clang!"

The scabbard happened to hit the bald penman's judge pen.

Accompanied by an extremely deep internal force, it attacked the bald penman like a mountain top.

The bald penman never thought that the young man in front of him would have such terrifying internal strength. Before he could react, the judge's pen in his hand was slapped to the ground.

"I……"

The bald penman looked at the judge's pen on the ground dejectedly, feeling powerless.

It was clear to everyone that the bald pen man was no match for this young man.

What else is this?The two sides are not first-level warriors at all.

He tried his best, but the opponent didn't take a breath, the gap was too obvious.

"Although the handwriting written by the magistrate's pen is beautiful, it is like a three-year-old baby in martial arts. The martial arts contains calligraphy Mingjiao's brushwork, which is simply nonsense!"

Qin Yu said lightly.

"You... If you win, you win. Don't insult my martial arts. If I lose to you, it's because of my martial arts!"

The bald penman's face suddenly turned black, this was the martial art he was most proud of in his life.

How can you tolerate insults from others.

"Everyone knows that in the face of the enemy, life and death are on the line. Even if you go all out, you will be invincible. How can there be Yizhi who pays attention to calligraphy!"