Wei Yu's eyes flashed with a trace of timidity and a hint of hatred. He clasped his hands and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Fang Zhenguo. For the third piece of calligraphy, I can only fight with my back to the wall! If I hurt you and crush your calligraphy spirit, don't blame me!"
Fang Yun looked down at the big brush in his hand and said slowly: "You don't have to be ignorant now, there is still a way out in the future. If you dare to use it, I can only go all out. When that time comes, I can't stop."
Qiao Juze sighed and said, "Brother Wei, this is the last time I call you that, you might as well admit defeat. In the Yishan Pavilion, I knew you were going to use your ignorance, so I used up all my talent to speed up to enter the Ink Sword Pavilion, but it was too late. You, me and Fang Yun are all scholars, and Fang Yun can expel you from the academy for your crime, but if you insist on not changing your ways, then if Fang Yun's words turn into ink swords and you gain the meaning of ink swords, you will not only be defeated miserably in the Ink Sword Pavilion, but you will also have no chance to compete with Fang Yun in the future."
Wei Yu said: "How could I not know? Once Fang Yun's words turn into ink swords in the Ink Sword Pavilion, his future verbal battles will certainly be accompanied by ink swords. Except for a few geniuses from semi-saint families, people of the same literary status will be vulnerable in front of him. But, this is the path I have chosen, and there is no turning back!"
Qiao Juze said sternly: "If you force Fang Yun to show that he is illiterate, you will be a criminal of Jing State! Once I leave Lingyan Pavilion, I will fight against you with literature and kill you in the academy!"
When Wei Yu heard about the war of fighting against the enemy, his eyebrows trembled, and he smiled softly, saying: "How could I do what you wish? As long as I can force Fang Yun to use his uneducated mind, the Lei family will avenge the tragic death of the Lei family's children, and they will naturally protect me! As for the criminal of Jingguo, I am already one!"
Qiao Juze had a sullen face and said nothing.
"Since you are stubborn, then show your ignorance." Fang Yun lowered his head, holding the brush in his hand.
Wei Yu's pupils shrank sharply, and he said, "Fang Yun, have you been preparing for today for a long time?"
Fang Yun did not look at Wei Yu. He lowered his head and prepared his writing. The masterpiece of Liu Gongquan that he practiced everyday came to his mind. In order to avoid being discovered, he specially modified the original text to make the content of the original text consistent with the history of Jingguo. The new text was copied from other texts of Liu Gongquan, forming a new regular script in the world of strange books.
Qiao Juze took a closer look at Fang Yun and was pleasantly surprised, because Fang Yun looked like a dead tree standing there, but he was like a god of war in the army. Nothing existed in front of him, and thousands of troops followed behind him. His momentum was far more majestic than that of an ordinary general.
Wei Yu then realized a key problem. Although Fang Yun was young and was only a juren, Fang Yun was a "cabinet walker", and his official position was equivalent to that of a third-rank official, equivalent to the head of a state, and equivalent to a grand commander-in-chief!
A person's experience is closely related to his writing style and words. Once Fang Yun takes advantage of his high-ranking position, he will definitely write a different kind of calligraphy.
"No matter what, as long as I use my ignorance, I can defeat you. And then smash your two stone tablets!"
After Wei Yu finished speaking, he closed his eyes, prepared for a moment, and then swung his pen forward. This time, he wrote Chen Guanhai's complete article "The Flowing River".
With one stroke, the sound of waves rose up. The river breeze blew, a white light surrounded his brush, and in his eyes, a picture of the Yangtze River with rolling white waves appeared faintly.
At the same time, a sound of wood breaking came from Wei Yu's body, and then thick ink suddenly came out of his eyes, nostrils, mouth, ears and other seven orifices.
The pitch-black ink flowed in the air like seven small rivers, and finally rushed into Wei Yu's brush.
The blood color on Wei Yu's face dissipated at a very fast speed. After the strange ink was completely absorbed into the brush, there was no blood color left on his face. It was as white as if he had been covered with a layer of lime. His eyebrows and hair were like coal falling on snow, gradually changing from black to white, and finally to snow-white.
Two deep wrinkles appeared on his face, as clear as wounds cut by a sharp sword.
All the power of calligraphy accumulated over twenty years was poured out, but after writing the article, Wei Yu was completely ignorant and had to practice calligraphy all over again. His progress was several times slower than before.
“Knock, knock, knock…”
Wei Yu was writing, ink was forming on the tip of his pen, and although there was nothing in front of him, a crisp metallic sound was heard.
When Wei Yu finished writing the first character, Fang Yun focused his eyes and saw that the character was splitting apart, with the strokes turning into poisonous snakes. It was obvious that the characters had become like snakes, and the power of Fang Yun's calligraphy was equal to that of Fang Yun's previous calligraphy.
However, the surface of the poisonous snake formed by Wei Yu's characters had a metallic luster.
These metal poisonous snakes did not attack Fang Yun immediately, but circled and hissed in mid-air, spitting out blood-red tongues at Fang Yun, and were ready to pounce on him at any time.
Qiao Juze's eyes were complicated. The words "Chengru Snake" were the original meaning of Mo Jianting, "Words Turned into Ink Swords!" Although Wei Yu could not reach the level of "Words Turned into Ink Swords", he was already infinitely close to it. In addition, he abandoned calligraphy and became a person without any ink. Even if Fang Yun could turn his words into ink swords, he would only have a 40% chance of winning!"
Qiao Juze was thinking in his mind, looking at Fang Yun, and found that Fang Yun was just starting to write.
"The king is touring the Zuoshence Army..."
When Qiao Juze saw Fang Yun write the first stroke, he felt like his head was about to explode. If he hadn't been afraid of startling Fang Yun, he would have almost rushed over to take a closer look at the words.
"A new regular script font has been born! If Fang Yun can perfect this regular script, calligraphy will surely reach the fourth realm! If there are further improvements, I'm afraid it will reach the fifth realm! At that time, the power of the calligraphy saint will be able to reappear! The power of the calligraphy saint combined with Fang Yun's own talent, as long as he can be awarded the title of half-saint and hold the Spring and Autumn Brush, it is simply unimaginable!" Qiao Juze murmured to himself.
After the first character "国" was completed, the whole character moved slightly and made the sound of a sword being drawn from its sheath.
The strokes were separated to form ink swords emitting a metallic luster!
These ink swords are big and small, long and short, but without exception, they all exude a terrifying fighting spirit. It seems that each ink sword is not written by Fang Yun, but is transformed from the life of a soldier or general who has been on the battlefield for a long time!
The metal venomous snake formed by Wei Yu's words suddenly shook wildly and hissed madly, but it only screamed twice, and suddenly its body straightened and stiffened, then slowly gathered together, and finally turned back into words.
Qiao Juze, who was watching from the sidelines, was stunned and said, "It's fine that his writing is like an ink sword, but he actually scared Wei Yu to death with his writing like a snake! That's the writing of a man who has no knowledge of literature. Could it be that Fang Yun's writing is better than I thought?"
Qiao Juze did not care about anything else and carefully read Fang Yun's writing, fearing that he would miss this great opportunity.
Wei Yu's hair and beard had turned white and his face had wrinkles, but after Zishe was completely frightened to death by Fang Yun's ink sword, sweat covered his forehead and slowly flowed down.
His hand trembled slightly, and the words he was writing had an undetectable flaw.
Wei Yu did not look at Fang Yun, nor did he dare to look at him. He was afraid that once he saw Fang Yun's words, he would completely lose his fighting spirit.
"I can't lose!" Wei Yu roared in his heart.
Fang Yun continued to write the representative work of Liu Gongquan, one of the four great masters of regular script, "The Stele of the Divine Strategy Army"!
After the word "King" appeared, a faint bright yellow light appeared on the surface of all the ink swords. Each sword seemed to be bestowed by the king, with great royal power, capable of exterminating all evil.
After the king's majesty appeared, Wei Yu sadly discovered that all his characters had lost the ability to transform into snakes.
Wei Yu's eyes were dim.
First, the water light wrapping the brush disappeared, then the ink at the tip of the brush dissipated, and finally all the brush hairs slowly fell off. Finally, the brush in his hand became a bare pen holder and could no longer be called a brush.
When a man loses his ambition, a pen loses its edge.
"I lost..." Wei Yu said softly.
"It's a pity it's too late." Qiao Juze said.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh…
Ink swords with a faint golden glow flew out rapidly, shattering Wei Yu's words that had lost their power, and then pierced into Wei Yu's body, passing through his body.
Every time he was stabbed with the sword, Wei Yu's body retreated a very small distance.
Fang Yun kept writing the "Shen Ce Army Monument". Words appeared in the air one by one, and then turned into ink swords. They rushed over at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye, piercing Wei Yu's body.
Wei Yu gritted his teeth, trying to endure the pain of thousands of swords piercing his body, but after Fang Yun wrote the tenth word, two ink swords pierced his legs. He screamed in pain, bent his legs, and fell to the ground.
"I give up! Please let me go, I won't fight anymore, I won't argue anymore, please don't write anymore..."
Fang Yun, however, acted as if he hadn't heard anything and continued writing the words in the "Shen Ce Army Stele" stroke by stroke.
Wei Yu said a few words and suddenly began to roll on the ground, trying to avoid the black swords, but those black swords seemed to have eyes, and each one could accurately pierce his body.
Qiao Juze's scalp tingled as he watched, because there were so many black swords. Wei Yu had wounds of varying sizes on his forehead, face, mouth, neck, chest, abdomen, limbs and many other parts of his body, and the blood kept flowing out.
Qiao Juze was sure that Wei Yu had the ability to become a top Jinshi, and would never kneel down and beg for mercy just because of sheer pain.
"It seems that the ink sword piercing the gallbladder is real..."
Qiao Juze couldn't help but shudder, then he remembered that several ink swords had pierced Wei Yu's forehead but did not penetrate his head and brain. Those swords must have pierced Wei Yu's palace!
Qiao Juze didn't even dare to imagine the pain Wei Yu was going through at the moment. The pain of having thousands of swords piercing his body was enough to make him break out in cold sweats just thinking about it.
“… Please…” Wei Yu’s voice became weaker and weaker, and the vision in front of him turned gray.
The Word Snake can only leave a wound on the human body's surface for one month, but the Word Ink Sword is different.
The Ink-Transforming Sword cannot kill anyone in the Lingyan Pavilion, but it can completely disable the opponent.
"You... you can't be so cruel, it's bad for your literary reputation..." Wei Yu said.
Fang Yun carefully wrote the "Shen Ce Army Stele".
Qiao Juze said: "Wei Yu, you still say such things at this time, you really deserve it! Fang Yun's previous words to persuade you to admit defeat were all vicious, so what are you trying to force Fang Yun to reveal his ignorance? Have a safe journey!"
“Ah…” Wei Yu’s face was distorted, and he rolled on the ground holding his body tightly. Soon he lost the strength to roll and lay on the ground humming softly.
After Fang Yun wrote the last word, Wei Yu's body had become a sieve with holes everywhere, and Wen Gong had almost become a fishing net.
"I said I was waiting for you at Mojian Pavilion, not to give you a chance to win, but to give you a chance to admit defeat. Unfortunately, you didn't understand." Fang Yun put away his pen and looked at Wei Yu in a pool of blood. (To be continued...)