Wen Yong walked through the crowd, climbed the high platform under the gaze of everyone, and confirmed to Dugu Wanyan: "Wanyan girl, no matter what your strengths are, as long as you can beat you, you will win, right?" ”

Dugu Wanyan's beautiful eyes flowed, and the light veil trembled: "That's true, but it's only limited to poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and sword, if you let Master Yuanping, who has been living here, compare Buddhism with me, then I can only thank Busen." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Seeing that his careful thoughts were punctured, Wen Yong smiled embarrassedly, and then said: "The girl is so popular, how dare she bother an outsider like Master Yuanping, naturally I will come." ”

Dugu Wanyan said: "What does that son want to compare? ”

Wen Yong said with a smile: "I will have a little bit of this swordsmanship and poetry, but a hundred kinds of people have a hundred standards, so it is inevitable that there will be different opinions than so many sons below." ”

Without waiting for Wen Yong to come up with his own judgment method, Dugu Wanyan preemptively said: "If this is not the case, Gongzi and I will compete with the sword, if I can make a poem that suits the situation before I am knocked down, I will be considered to be better than Childe." ”

This was clearly deliberately embarrassing, Wen Xin came to the stage and said, "Childe, let me come." ”

"I'll have to do it myself!"

How can he admit cowardice in front of a beautiful woman, Wen Yong glared at him, and after Wen Xin retreated, he asked Dugu Wanyan: "Then how can this poem be qualified?" ”

Wanyan stopped, and the son was naturally qualified. Childe can rest assured, with so many people present, Wanyan will not deny it! ”

After finishing speaking, Dugu Wanyan didn't wait for Wen Yong to refuse, and the sword was already unsheathed.

The cold light burst out, and Wen Yong hurriedly pulled out his sword and swung it to block it.

The Wen family established the country with martial arts, and the martial arts of the princes were tempered since childhood, and Wen Yong's own skills were not bad, and after the crossing, this only skill was combined with the knowledge of Wen Yong's previous life, and then communicated with Wen Jian and other swordsmanship masters after being greatly improved.

Of course, Wen Yong's sword practice is not to kill the enemy, as the emperor goes to the battlefield obediently to be a mascot to add BUFF to morale, the sword on the battlefield has no eyes, in case he is greeted by a key point, Wen Yong's small body can not resist, so Wen Yong's swordsmanship is to go to defense from the beginning, as long as he saves his life, no matter who is the right hand, his subordinates will naturally cut him into pulp.

In the previous life, the defensive swordsmanship of the Mohists and Taoists was the first to be recommended, one was non-offensive and the other was Tai Chi. The Mo family swordsmanship has long been lost, but fortunately, Tai Chi swordsmanship was once a leader's hobby, and Wen Yong naturally learned a few hands to practice with the leader. After coming to this world, the Tai Chi swordsmanship was combined with his own swordsmanship, which had eliminated most of the attacking swordsmanship, to form Wenyong's unique swordsmanship.

Wen Yong is confident that this set of swordsmanship turtle shell attributes will be more than ninety even if they are not full, anyway, even Wen Jian will not be able to break through Wen Yong's defense for a while.

Dugu Wanyan's swordsmanship is to melt the army and dance in the midst of killing and dancing, light and elegant with a dignified killing intention, and for a while, the sword light and shadow are layered towards Wen Yong.

Wen Yong didn't see the panic, he stood in place, holding his sword and slashing it round, as if he was strolling in the wind and rain of the sword light, and the smoke and clouds disappeared between the waves, and he was not stained.

The sharp sound of the golden iron sword is like a dense and continuous music, Dugu Wanyan's eyebrows are frowned, and Wen Yong in front of him is like a loach that does not slip away, and every time the sword light is close to the body, he is easily taken away from other places.

Wen Yong seems to be relaxed, but his hands are a little numb, the strength of the ancients is great, even a woman is so powerful. In the previous life, Wu Sangui's big knife in the Golden Palace of Kunming weighed 12 kilograms, and ordinary people were tired of dancing, let alone holding it to kill the enemy. You must know that ancient wars cannot be fought in three or two clicks, and thousands of troops and horses charge and dispatch, and it is common to kill from morning to night.

Fortunately, the swordsmanship you practice only needs to be passively defensive, and you can dodge the Tai Chi swordsmanship with a light touch. Wen Yong couldn't help but secretly rejoice in his heart.

'See how long your shell lasts!' ’

After a long time of attacking, Dugu Wanyan was ruthless, and the sword in her hand became more and more urgent. Wen Yong secretly bitter in her heart, she has the confidence that she will be able to hold on until tomorrow, but it is not a matter to go on like this, looking at this Dugu Wanyan's menacing appearance, she also knows that even if she writes a poem or copies it casually, it is useless, she is probably determined to shoot herself down with a sword.

As soon as his eyes moved, Wen Yong had a calculation in his heart, and after a little thought, he popped out a limerick poem like a cannon: "There are many fans in the world, and the piano, chess, poetry, and sword are worth a thousand words." Rouge can also point to the country, what does it mean that women are not as good as men? ”

Wen Yong saw from the fact that Dugu Wanyan was a woman in the Qinglou that she could be regarded as an ancient women's rights defender, and she deliberately made up this limerick poem to squeeze her.

If Dugu Wanyan doesn't approve, even if she wins Wen Yong, she will also lose her long-standing belief. Although her complexion could not be seen clearly under the tulle, she could see the touch in Dugu Wanyan's heart by watching the ups and downs of her eyes.

Wen Yong laughed secretly in his heart, that's it, everything else in this poem is nonsense, only the last sentence is a killing move, if Dugu Wanyan denies it, it is a slap in the face, and Wen Yong can be regarded as winning back face for the man.

Taking advantage of Dugu Wanyan's distraction, Wen Yong suddenly turned defense into offense, and Dugu Wanyan's face went straight away.

The cold light is dazzling, and it is the nature of all women to protect their faces, Dugu Wanyan hurriedly retreated.

The white light veil was picked off by Wen Yong, revealing a handsome face under the veil, and there was a delicate blue mandala tattoo on Dugu Wanyan's left cheek, which made her add a bit of seductive bewitchment.

Wen Yong smirked and said, "Girl, if you put away your sword and take off your veil, do you recognize me?" ”

Dugu Wanyan struggled for a long time, and finally withdrew the sword, and said quietly: "Childe's swordsmanship is superb, it is Wanyan who lost, please go upstairs to Wanyan Xiaoju to talk about it." ”

"What is this!"

"Miss Wanyan hasn't lost yet!"

"How can you win with your broken poetry and broken sword!"

The boys and buddies below shouted one after another.

Fu Qiang even led a group of dogs to come up and throw Wen Yong down, Wen Yong had no intention of conflicting, but looking at the smugness hidden in Dugu Wanyan's beautiful eyes, he suddenly gave birth to an impulsive spirit.

Of course, as an emperor, how can he do everything himself, Fu Qiang is not a beauty, Wen Yong is naturally not polite, and gestured to Wen Xin slightly.

"Boom!"

Wen Xin's sword was fast and accurate, like a flash of thunder, and Fu Qiang's arms were all stabbed in an instant.

Even Fu Qiang himself was slapped in the ears by Wen Xin and kicked off the high platform.

Fu Qiang struggled to get up with the support of the dogs, he was not stupid, he secretly said in his heart that there are many powerful people at the feet of the Son of Heaven, and he can have such a master to protect him, this guy is not low.

Observe carefully, but see a gold medal engraved with the word "protection" faintly hanging under the hem of Wen Xin's clothes standing with a sword, and suddenly feel horrified, is it the person of King Jin!

Fu Qiang confessed: "I was offended just now, don't blame it." ”

After finishing speaking, he kicked the dog leg next to him and said, "Don't help my son go back quickly." ”

Seeing that Fu Qiang, who had always been arrogant, actually obediently admitted it, everyone present guessed that Wen Yong was not small, and they all died down.

This Wen Xin is deliberate on a regular basis, but it feels really refreshing to visit the Qinglou in the name of Wen Hu Lao Thief, Wen Yong smiled secretly in his heart, and then said to Dugu Wanyan: "No one bothers now, Wanyan please!" ”