Gu Qingshan said, "Dugu, it's also very interesting... Forget it, I won't talk about him." He said with expectant eyes: "There is still a reluctant request..."

Jiang Fan took a sip of wine: "It's okay to just say it."

Gu Qingshan said: "I am obsessed with poetry and writing. Yu Taibaiju observed the prince's masterpiece. On the one hand, I am fascinated by poetry and prose, and on the other hand, I like the strange style. I wonder if the prince can give this style to start today?"

As he said, he spread the bamboo slips in his hand, and it was empty. During this period, he was just rolling up a pen.

Haha, is it a sign-in on site?

Jiang Fan thought for a while and said, "You have prepared for it, it's okay. The price you gave is good. Just write a poem by hand as a gift."

Gu Qingshan shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no." He pointed at the half-saint with two big bags on his head: "That's a gift."

"Hahaha..." Jiang Fan laughed: "It's great, I will fulfill your wishes."

"There is no ink here, the prince wait." As he said that, he walked to the half-saint, his nails gently stroked his face, his palms rotated, and he actually sucked out a handful of blood. He walked in front of Jiang Fan and said, "Although I saved my life, the starting point was not very good. I almost fed the shark, and offended the prince. It was considered compensation."

Jiang Fan felt the scholar more and more interesting: "You are interesting, you are good. You should write a suitable one by using blood as ink."

As he said that, he picked up the pen and pondered it for a moment, dipped it in Gu Qing's palm and wrote it quickly, but it was "The Legend of the Knights".

However, the use is not the body that will be put into wine, but is indeed another new pen that makes the scholar's eyes shine.

After writing the article, the scholar was surprised and he copied the book and read it word by word.

"What a knight-like man! What a wild and unruly pen style!" He looked at Jiang Fan excitedly: "You dare to ask the prince, what's the style?"

Jiang Fan smiled: "Craftsmanship."

Gu Qingshan slapped the table: "Excellent! Strange! The hero is wild and free and easy, and should use cursive scripts to write wildly! People say that the prince is a talented man in the world, and he monopolizes eight parts of the literary world since ancient times, and he will never deceive me."

Jiang Fan put down his pen: "I am not in the way of dealing with Taihua. Are you afraid of being punished when you act like this?"

Gu Qingshan looked at Shiwen and exclaimed, and heard this, he just casually said, "What else can you do to me? At worst, you can throw it on the path of inner demons and then play with it."

"If... one day Taihua ordered you to go against me, or I want to go against Taihua, what should you do?"

Gu Qingshan was stunned, slowly drying his handwriting, and putting away the bamboo slips: "Your Majesty is trying to see if I am an enemy or a friend?"

Jiang Fan said: "Let me talk, I'll listen."

Gu Qingshan said: "Why should a free and easy person be attached to the appearance? If you are friends, you will be friends. If you are enemies, you will be enemies..."

Jiang Fan stroked his hands: "Then let's talk about it?"

Gu Qingshan said: "Today, the prince is troublesome, and it is inconvenient to bother with him. I am quite interested in the prince's actions. I will see you again in the future."

The scholar stood up and was about to say goodbye, but he heard a voice saying, "Don't be anxious, leave after the beating."

Gu Qingshan was stunned. Before he could figure out what was going on, he saw a fist as big as a casserole rushing towards him.

"Oh, I'll go!"

The scholar's robe sleeves flickered, and his blue shirt flashed, and he instantly retreated dozens of feet, but the big fist was already close to his face, and there was no way to avoid it.

The scholar had no choice but to fall in his hand, and a sharp pen light hit the sky, falling like thunder, but the pen light broke instantly and his fists kept stopping.

The scholar retreated again, and his pen swept across, as if he had written the word "一" in the void. A line spread across the sky, like a long sword spread across the sky.

However, the sword shattered and the fist entered.

The scholar's eyes condensed, and a stroke came from top to bottom, and the void shook.

The fist is still as strong as a bamboo shoot, breaking again and then entering again.

The scholar's face was solemn, with one stroke and one stroke crossing in the air, just like the word "kill" in the air.

Still broken, the fist is still unabated.

The scholar's pen turned his head and followed the essay. An incredible turn of his body finally barely avoided his fist. The punch finally broke into the void and disappeared.

The scholar landed on the ground but almost fell to a big horse.

The bamboo hairpin was also broken, the hair was scattered, and a trace of blood was flowing out of the nostrils.

Gu Qingshan covered his nose: "Hey, hey, I said you are so good, why are you fighting?"

Jiang Fan almost fell down with joy.

Before he could say anything, Ying Wuming took a step forward: "Dugu took my ten moves. If you don't take it all, you can't get rid of it!"

The scholar was almost rolling around and avoiding Ying Wuming's fist.

"Stop, stop, stop..."

Jiang Fan curled his lips and stopped talking. Finally, he encountered something that could make his brother-in-law excited. Just be honest and ready to get beaten.

Should!

The scholar's resentful gaze made Jiang Fan feel that he could have three glasses of wine.

"This person has a high talent in swordsmanship and is very powerful."

If you use two very words in a row, my brother-in-law's evaluation of him is very high.

"How about it, by Dugu?"

Ying Wuming thought for a while: "Each one has its own way, but he only took nine moves."

"Oh?" Jiang Fan thought.

"I just saw him fighting against you, and Iron Painted Silver Hook, as if I was writing in the void. This martial arts is interesting."

"This man uses books to his sword, which seems to be using swords, but he is writing books, which seems to be writing books, and he is also using swords. With his own way, his future achievements will be very high."

Jiang Fan's heart moved: "So he said that the half-saint is the only one who adds his head..."

"I just want to see you write." Ying Wuming already knew it after typing.

"Hehe? This scholar looked sincere and free, but he was also a slippery person."

"Today you give him a wild cursive script, and the next day, your cultivation will definitely rise to the next level. Why?"

Jiang Fan understood that his brother-in-law was asking why he wanted to help Taihua.

His face suddenly collapsed: "I don't know that his martial arts is calligraphy..."

Ying Wuming:...

Jiang Fan stared at the distance: "Sun Thief! Get rid of me? We meet in the mountains and rivers, let's take a look!"

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Mr. Jiang was angry and Mr. Gu was in tears.

"Oh, mom, I'm so ruthless, my nose is broken..."

The scholar's tears could not be stopped, which was the result of the aggrieved and the sour and refreshing cooperation between the broken nose bones.

"You are a martial saint, why are you bullying others? Isn't this..."

After a long time of hard work, Mr. Gu finally stopped the bleeding from the nose, then broke a branch to fill it with a hairpin. He lowered his head and looked at his handsome face by the pool. He was blue and swollen, and had a panda eye. He couldn't bear to see it.

"It's a sin--"

Mr. Gu is sad, I didn’t offend you, right?

The tragic Mr. Gu was puzzled. He didn't know that Ying Wuming just wanted to fight.

After a long period of depression, Gu Qingshan's eyes began to lit up again.

"It's amazing. I can't avoid that punch. He deliberately controlled his strength and speed to see how I deal with it. The eight methods of eternal character, iron drawing and silver hooks are useless... No, it's not useless, it's useless..."

He pinched his chin and muttered: "Also... there is not strong enough... This guy is so powerful. The average martial saint will not be my opponent, but I can't take his eleven moves now, and the way of calligraphy and swordsmanship needs to be improved..."

Thinking of this, he suddenly took out the bamboo slips, slowly unfolded, and a corner of his mouth grinned, showing an excited smile: "It's worth it, it's worth it..."
Chapter completed!