The drunkard's crazy behavior instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the hotel, and even frightened the two tables of drinkers around him to flee left and right, lest the drunkard go crazy and affect them. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The shopkeeper was already very dissatisfied with the drunkard tossing them all night, but the drunkard gave money and opened the door to do business, and he didn't want to hurt the harmony. In addition, the drunkard has been huddled in the corner, drunk, drunk, drunk, Now that he began to get drunk, affecting the surrounding guests, the shopkeeper couldn't bear it anymore, and directly signaled the shopkeeper to stop the drunkard's crazy behavior.

Pei Min also attracted the attention of the drunkard's sudden madness, and he saw the drunkard lying on the ground, grabbing his hair and writing on the silk cloth. The hair was so different from the brush that it was soft and unevenly split that the writing was so glued together that it was hard to tell what he was writing.

Pei Min frowned, and he could only judge what he wrote by the trend of his pen.

But looking at the momentum of the drunkard's pen, two words "wild grass" were instantly born in his mind, and the drunkard was extremely wild with the pen, from top to bottom to make the overall momentum of the writing like the Yangtze River pouring for thousands of miles, and like the Yellow River rushing, and the huge waves hitting the stone.

Zhang Xu!

He's Zhang Xu!

He must be Zhang Xu!

Except for Zhang Xu, there is no second person in the world who has this kind of momentum with a pen. Even the book saint Wang Xizhi can't do it!

Pei Min couldn't help but think of this idea in his mind, and saw the shopkeeper walking past him in a hurry, intending to stop the drunkard.

Without hesitation, Pei Min grabbed the shopkeeper and dragged him back and said, "Don't disturb him to write!" ”

The shopkeeper staggered, almost dragged to the ground, and was about to resist, when he saw Pei Min's solemn face, he actually gave him a feeling of not being angry and arrogant, shrunk his head, didn't dare to move, just muttered: "What kind of ghost is this writing......

Pei Min ignored him, let alone a layman, even an insider couldn't tell the difference from his handwriting. After all, hair is not a brush, and the value of this calligraphy has already destroyed the hair, but Pei Min was fortunate to see the other party's penmanship, and he could guess what the other party wrote from the other party's pen, and cooperate with his technique to experience this badly written calligraphy.

The first word written by the drunkard seems to be "Shu", but I am not sure, the second word is "quality", the third is "non", and what the fourth is, I can't tell it. The fifth is the word "Li".

It's not beautiful to be connected!

The first sentence of "Prince Jin Zan" by Xie Lingyun, a poet of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, is exactly "Shuzhi is not beautiful"!

The drunkard should write: Lady is not beautiful, and it is difficult for 10,000 years. The palace is not expensive, but it is not as high as ascending to the sky. The prince returned to the clear, and the district was in an uproar. The noise is seen in the floating hills, and the people are turned over together.

Pei Min knew what the drunkard wrote, and when he put pen to paper, the whole person also fell into an inexplicable state of artistic conception, as if he felt the rushing of the Yangtze River and the roar of the Yellow River......

Fight with you!

After the drunkard finished writing the last word "turn", he stood up slightly, let out a burst of hearty laughter, and then fell directly to the ground with a big word.

"Whew, cheer ......"

He went straight to sleep drunk!

"Little Er, help me pack up his things here! I'll take him to the inn later. Pei Min stepped forward, closed the front coat of the drunkard like a drunken dead dog, and moved it aside, there happened to be a short quilt in the corner, which was prepared by the shopkeeper of the store last night for fear that he would freeze to death, so he took it and covered it with him.

Pei Min took the silk book that the drunkard had just written in his hand, looked at the horizontal and vertical words like a child's painting, and sighed.

It's a pity!

The shopkeeper was worried that he couldn't deal with the drunkard, and when he saw that someone was taking the trouble on him, how could he be unhappy, so he was busy letting the shopkeeper obey orders.

Pei Min put the silk cloth into the drunkard's book basket, hastily ate the wine and food, and asked the shopkeeper to help him hump the drunkard on horseback, asked for the seat of the inn, and led the horse to the inn.

After crossing a street, he came to the Huilai Inn that the shopkeeper pointed out to him.

Pei Min didn't have the habit of luxury, just spent one night, asked for two downstairs rooms, threw the drunkard on the bed, and covered him with a futon.

The drunkard was as drunk as a dead pig, and there was no sign of waking up even if Pei Min tossed around.

Pei Min doesn't care if this drunkard is really Zhang Xu or not, but seeing the calligraphy artistic conception he shows today, it is worth taking care of by this party.

Pei Min went back to the house to wash and rest.

At dawn, Pei Min, who was sleeping sweetly, suddenly heard a miserable scream from next door, and the cry was extremely miserable, as if a loved one had passed away.

Pei Min said in his heart: "Something is wrong!" He didn't care about getting dressed, picked up the Qiushui sword, and rushed to the next room. But I saw that the drunkard turned a blind eye to his arrival, but looked at the book he wrote after he was drunk, and he was so heartbroken that tears were about to flow. Before Pei Min could speak, he took out his pen and waved it in the air, opening and closing, and the weather was myriad.

But every time in the middle of writing, the drunkard would stop writing, and with a look of chagrin, he would cry out: "No! "I did it all over again, so it seemed like more than ten times, like crazy and crazy, especially unconscious.

Pei Min looked at the drunkard's pen and raised his hand, and the form of the drunkard in the tavern last night when he was in a hurry came to his mind again, and that artistic conception came to his mind again, he saw the drunkard writing in the air, like a sword dance, although there was no routine, but the heroic feeling of opening and closing was like the shape of a sword technique that opened and closed.

An inexplicable feeling came to his heart, Pei Min closed his eyes, and the artistic conception of the drunkard last night and today's pen blade appeared in his mind, repeatedly switching back and forth, his thoughts were thousands of miles, and in just a few breaths, the artistic conception pen came back to practice thousands of times, and gradually the drunkard in his mind became himself, and the pen in his hand also became a sword......

All of a sudden!

Pei Min suddenly laughed out loud and said, "Come with me!" He couldn't help but say, and dragged the drunkard to the backyard.

The drunkard is looking for the feeling of last night, and suddenly let a stranger pull him away, where is he willing? If you want to resist, but you can't compare to Pei Min's strength, you can only let him drag him away.

Pei Min's long sword in the backyard is out of the sheath, starting as if holding a pen, but the sword is pointing at the vertical and horizontal, up and down, dripping and hearty, stabbing before and after splitting, strong and strong, especially the connection between the move and the move is magnificent, such as the Yangtze River pouring thousands of miles, and like the Yellow River rushing, the huge waves hit the stone, unstoppable.

The drunkard straightened his eyes, and without waiting for Pei Min to put his sword back into the sheath, he slapped his head violently, hurried back to the house, picked up his pen and waved his ink, and with a wave, he looked at his masterpiece, laughed three times, and said to Pei Min, who had already walked into the house: "If there is no sword for you, there will be no such word." ”

Pei Min responded: "If there is no word from you, there is no such sword." ”

The drunkard bowed and said: "Zhang Xu of Wu County, I have seen this brother!" ”

Pei Min returned the salute: "Huairou Pei Min, I've seen Brother Zhang!" ”

Juggernaut!

Grass Saint!