Feng Hengyan, one of the top ten disciples of the Confucian Academy. With a judge's pen in his hand, he uses calligraphy into martial arts, and his display is magnificent.
And Lu Yunxuan, who inherited Aunt Gongsun's sword dance, has a graceful posture, just like a fairy descending to earth.
Du Fu, the saint of poetry, sighed and wrote poems after seeing this dance of swords, Zhang Xu, the saint of grass, learned the essence of wild grass for it, and Wu Daozi, the saint of painting, understood the truth of painting for it.
One dance achieves the Three Saints, which shows how powerful this sword dance is.
The fight between the two gave everyone present an excellent visual enjoyment.
Feng Hengyan's brushwork is strict, and each stroke is like the stab of a long sword.
Lu Yunxuan's swords were vertical and horizontal, and her silk belt was fluttering, just like the Nine Heavens Xuannv singing and dancing in the heaven and earth.
As soon as they fought, Feng Hengyan knew that he had encountered a strong opponent in life. With a wave of the judge's pen, he tapped Lu Yunxuan's shoulders twice, and then swiped twice horizontally, but it was the beginning of the word "close".
It's just that these four moves in a row are all false, and only the last word "person" is the real move.
Seeing the opponent's sword shaking, knowing that the false move would distract the opponent, Feng Hengyan quickly made two real moves, writing the word "Guan", and at the same time, he was eager to see the opponent's panic.
Unexpectedly, Lu Yunxuan ignored all his false moves and real moves, and suddenly flew back a distance of one foot, just avoiding Feng Hengyan's attack range. The silk ribbon wrapped around the hilt of the sword controlled the sword from a distance in the air. In an instant, Lu Yunxuan's sword reached a length of more than one foot. Not only did she avoid Feng Hengyan's moves, but she also controlled the sword, piercing her eyes.
ah!
Feng Hengyan didn't expect the opponent's moves to be so unpredictable, he quickly lowered his head, instead of retreating, he approached Lu Yunxuan very quickly, and with a raised hand, he handed it out again.
It turns out that what Feng Hengyan wrote at this time was the article "Guan Ju" in the "Book of Songs", and the opening chapter was "Guan Guan Jujiu, in the continent of the river". Writing the word "Jijiu", but seeing the ribbon fluttering in front of my eyes, I instantly blocked my brushwork.
Feng Hengyan gritted his teeth and continued to write, the ribbon suddenly tightened, and immediately wrapped his judge's pen tightly.
snort.
Feng Hengyan snorted coldly, put down the judge's pen, pulled it out from the back of his waist, got another short judge's pen, and continued to write.
The previous word "Guanguan" was in regular script, but the word "Jijiu" was in cursive script. The brushwork was vigorous and arrogant, but before he finished writing a word, ribbons filled the sky again. , sealed the progress of his moves.
This time Feng Hengyan didn't dare to be careless, so he had no choice but to withdraw his pen and dodge, but he used his feet as a substitute to attack Lu Yunxuan with his handwriting.
call out.
The ribbon was tightly tied, and immediately wrapped around one of Feng Hengyan's thighs, but the sword circled up like a spirit snake, and pierced Feng Hengyan's waist.
when-
It was the first time that the judge's pen and the sword collided without any fanfare. Feng Hengyan secretly cast the innate qi, and immediately opened the sword.
Feng Hengyan broke away from the entanglement, and hurriedly retreated three feet, his forehead was sweating for a while, and he didn't dare to shoot easily.
The opponent fought several tricks, Feng Hengyan's first sentence of "Guan Ju" was blocked by Lu Yunxuan before he finished writing it, and he couldn't complete it. He choked back violently, feeling unhappy all over his body.
Lu Yunxuan on the opposite side blocked his brushstrokes and didn't chase after him. She just smiled and said: "Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river continent, a gentle lady, a gentleman. Do you think I haven't read a book? The first one Once the words come out, you will know the following verses. No matter how many changes in your writing style, if you have to finish writing in a rigid manner and follow the order, a fool will not be able to see it... "
Feng Hengyan snorted coldly, and said, "If you have the ability, try my next move!"
As soon as the words fell, Feng Hengyan bullied him again.
The large brush is now dotted upwards, a short stroke from left to right, and then from top to bottom, with full force, and with a slight stroke at the end, the beginning of the word "Yong" is written in a line.
This time I used running script, the strokes are as strong as a knife, but the form and meaning are elegant. It is actually the "Orchid Pavilion Preface" written by the calligrapher Wang Xizhi.
Just halfway through writing the word "Yong", Lu Yunxuan handed out the sword, first stabbing at his left eye, before he could block it with calligraphy, a strong wind blew from behind his head, but another sword was controlled by her with a ribbon Flying from the back of the head.
Feng Hengyan was taken aback, and the judge's pen hastily pointed forward and backward, smashing her sword.
But Lu Yunxuan's move was all false, just a beautiful posture, this sword didn't have much strength, but it forced Feng Hengyan to use only half a word, and the "Orchid Pavilion Preface" came to an abrupt end, and he couldn't continue.
But in this running script, "Lanting Preface" is his favorite martial art, he naturally poured all his energy and strength into the move, and suddenly stopped halfway, not only the writing was blocked, but also the internal force was diverted , the meridians were in severe pain for a while, and I felt a surge of Qi and blood in the dantian, and I almost spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot, but he could only forcefully suppress it.
"I got it, I got it!" Lu Yunxuan jumped as if she had guessed a riddle, "You are the half stroke of the word 'Yong', and you are using cursive script. You have to write 'Lanting Preface'. This sentence is' In the ninth year of Yonghe, at the age of Kuichou, at the beginning of late spring, we will meet at the Orchid Pavilion in Shanyin, Kuaiji, to repair the amulet, right?"
Feng Hengyan was secretly taken aback. He didn't expect this little girl to be so smart, but he didn't want to be hurt by the other party, so he snorted coldly: "Wrong. I pretend to be smart. I'm 'Where is Yong Ye going? Juelaiyin. Xiangge Cover up, eyebrows close and the moon will sink.'”
Feng Hengyan's brushwork suddenly sped up, and he wrote the word "night" in a few consecutive strokes.
This move used the innate qi, and the tip of the pen was like a golden light, and a golden "Ye" character appeared in the air. Just a little forward, the "Ye" character came across the sky, and the distance of three feet was farther and farther away. Get bigger and shoot directly at Lu Yunxuan.
At first it was only the size of a palm, but when it was in front of Lu Yunxuan, it had grown to the size of a person.
Lu Yunxuan twisted the sword with both hands into one strand, and drilled towards it like a drill bit. When the handwriting reached her eyes, with a bang, it shattered into countless pieces of chaotic qi.
Whoosh, whoosh.
Before Lu Yunxuan could take a breath, the other party had already written this sentence continuously. Rows of large golden characters were slapped towards Lu Yunxuan, like golden palms all over the sky.
After Feng Hengyan used this method, his brushwork changed again, and he returned to the chapter "Guanju", but the order of writing was completely reversed and chaotic, and the brushwork was erratic and irregular. At the same time, he laughed and said: "Thank you for your guidance, this time I'll mess up the order of my strokes, let's see how you seal my strokes!"
As soon as the words finished, Lu Yunxuan, who had been suppressed by his brushwork, suddenly yelled and flew up from the spot.
Feng Hengyan sneered, and was about to make a few more moves, but suddenly his feet tightened, and he was instantly pulled upside down. Before he could react, the aura all over his body was forcibly sealed by the strange aura on the ribbon. In a blink of an eye, the opponent's sword was already lightly resting on his throat.