At this time, except for Liang and Shi Daizi, the Huashan faction did not know that a catastrophe was coming, and seeing that Qi Yufeng went down the mountain this time, in addition to bringing back a lot of food, he actually added Ding to import, so that so many people joined the Huashan faction, and they were overjoyed for a while, and praised repeatedly.

Qi Yufeng smiled bitterly, after lunch, collected some pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and pushed away Ling Hu Chong's former residence, but saw that Mr. Mo Da was drinking and pouring himself alone, but he was not good at drinking, it seemed that he had not drunk a few glasses, so he was panting, his face was flushed, and when he saw Qi Yufeng coming, he hurriedly said: "Boy, they don't want to drink with me, you come and accompany a few drinks, his grandmother, sleep in this daytime, but it is really lonely and boring." ”

Qi Yufeng said with a smile: "I can't practice martial arts with internal injuries right now, how about you write a few words?" Then he spread out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone he had collected from everyone and put it on the table.

Mr. Mo Da looked at the paper and pen on the table, pondered for a while, thoughtfully, and shook his head after a while: "It's not a secret, most of these words know me, but I can't recognize them clearly. ”

Qi Yufeng said: "Writing can cultivate one's self, and it's not a bad thing. After that, he lifted the wine jug, dipped some wine to melt the ink, and wrote the word "sword" with a pen.

Mr. Mo Da looked down and snorted coldly: "This character is written like a bed bug, and it is not much better than me." ”

Qi Yufeng's face turned red, and he smiled slightly, but then continued to write the word "qi" before he stopped writing and said: "Uncle Mo, what is the difference between swordsmanship and other blades?" ”

Mo Da drunkenly glanced at the two stinky words he wrote, shook his head and said: "You want to practice sword qi now, too far and too far, although your swordsmanship is good, and your understanding is high, but your internal strength is a way, you can't be sloppy, how many people have worked hard, but in the end, they are still fishing for the moon in the water......"

Qi Yufeng stopped him and said, "I'm asking about the difference between swordsmanship and other blades. ”

Mr. Mo Da glared at him and said: "Nonsense, people make knives and sticks, that is a natural ability, even if a person who has not practiced martial arts for a day, carrying a stick, knife and axe in his hand, he will naturally make it, but let him hold a sword in his hand, most people will be at a loss; The sword is the ancestor of a hundred soldiers, and when practiced to the extreme, it can be from the outside to the inside, warm the spirit, and be full of vitality. ”

Qi Yufeng said with a smile: "Right now, you can't practice the sword, so just write this and use it as a sword practice?" With that, he pushed the inkstone towards him.

Mo Da shook his head, looked at this ink as if he was stunned, and said with emotion: "When I didn't learn martial arts when I was a child, the gentleman who taught had a bad temper, and he beat and scolded at every turn, I learned the second year, and finally couldn't bear it, and he was crazy, and he beat him with a blue nose and swollen face by pulling his beard, so unhappy, since then, I have entered the martial arts, and since then I have almost never touched this thing." ”

When Qi Yufeng heard this, he immediately shook his head deliberately to himself: "Oh, if you don't write and practice swords, then this disease can't be cured." ”

Mr. Mo Da was immediately stunned when he heard this, and hurriedly said: "What, can you still practice swordsmanship in this writing?" ”

Qi Yufeng smiled, picked up the pen again, and said, "Uncle Mo, you watch." After that, brush a little bit, pen dragon snake, write on the yellow paper "blow, whew, sigh, heh, shh, swallow." A few words.

Mr. Mo Da glanced at it and said, "Yes, it is slightly stronger than the two words just now, not like bed bugs, but like cockroaches crawling." ”

Qi Yufeng said abruptly: "Who let you see how well you write, I let you see my luck guide and use the pen method." ”

Mr. Mo Da was depressed in his heart, and just wanted to say two more sarcastic words, but when he heard him say, he couldn't help but move in his heart, and then when he thought back to his writing, his wrist opened and closed vertically and horizontally, like a sword, and when he said: "Is this a sword technique all the way?" ”

Qi Yufeng nodded and said, "Yes, I think this sword technique may be able to heal the internal injuries on your body." ”

Mr. Mo Da pouted and said: "If you can practice writing, the scholars in the world will become martial arts masters at the beginning?" ”

Although he said so, he immediately looked at the paper, only to see that although the words Qi Yufeng were ugly, they were also quite imposing, and their shrinkage was also dignified, like the bend of the inchworm, and its vertical was also dangerous, such as the detachment of the cunning rabbit, dripping and hearty, vigorous and strong, handsome like the wind, such as snow dance, heavy like a tiger squatting, such as an elephant step.

Although he didn't know calligraphy, he knew how to move the swordsmanship, and he followed the analogy at the moment, and after a while, he was shocked and said: "This should be the swordsmanship of my Hengshan faction, where did you learn it?" ”

Qi Yufeng deliberately pretended to be stupid and said: "Who said that this is from your Hengshan faction, this is obviously the judge penmanship of the Yellow Sea Qinglong faction." ”

Mr. Mo Da said angrily: "This hook and smear, how can there be such a law in the judge's pen?" ”

Qi Yufeng said with a smile: "You practice, heal your injuries, and then say, since I am in our Hengshan faction, I will naturally be indispensable to the benefits of the Hengshan faction, and I will give you a big surprise in the future." ”

Mr. Mo Da nodded, and immediately thought hard, he was very intelligent, and after a while, he learned all the moves contained in these words, Qi Yufeng then wrote another seven words, which made Mr. Mo Da dizzy, and hurriedly concentrated on memorizing.

At the moment, the two of them grabbed the pen, one wrote a copy, after an hour, Qi Yufeng will write all the swordsmanship, Mr. Mo Da when he finished writing, he realized the essence of this swordsmanship, although the two people wrote different shapes, different artistic conceptions, the momentum is not similar and the god is not similar, but the sword intent, the sword bone is general.

At the end of Mr. Mo Da's writing, he couldn't help but be shocked: "This is a sword move from the outside to the inside, nourishing qi and retaining spirits, and guiding the fetal breath." ”

Qi Yufeng nodded, and he was also deeply touched, and immediately said: "This kung fu is not in its moves, not even in its intentions, but in its spirit, it is really mysterious." ”

Mr. Mo Da knew that when he said "all in his spirit", he was referring to this sword path brushwork, which contained a subtle sense that could not be described in words.

The moves can make the confusion and crookedness, and the artistic conception can even be light and freehand, but also can be dignified like a mountain, as long as it does not lose the sense of the virtual spirit of the top strength, the sense of pulling out the air and mixing the elements, the mind is connected, the feelings are one, and the moves can be freely swayed in the rules.

The two of them immediately turned over the exhibition, their minds were intoxicated, immersed in the swordsmanship of combining martial arts and calligraphy, forgetting things and me, and copying them over and over again.

I wrote for more than three hours, until the evening, on the top of the moon, Qu Feiyan asked them to go out to eat outside the door, and the two stopped their pens, and when they looked again, they saw that the desktop and the floor in front of them were all yellow paper full of black letters, and they couldn't help but have a big mind, and laughed at the same time.

Qu Feiyan was very surprised when he heard the laughter, and immediately entered the house to take a look, but saw that the two of them had dark heads and faces, all of them were ink, and several knives of yellow paper were written by the two of them.

She immediately picked up a few pieces of falling yellow paper, stared at them, but saw that those words were also crooked, and she couldn't see how beautiful they were, but some of the words flowed wantonly, flying sideways, erratic, and circulating. The other person wrote with a strong center, and the pen was dignified, but the sharp edge was out, the saber was tense, and there was a great sense of ups and downs.

She immediately smiled and said, "You two, do you want to show off your talent and take the top prize?" I called for a long time and didn't answer. ”

Mr. Mo Da sighed: "Although this is a set of swordsmanship, it is better to say that it is an internal skill to heal injuries from the outside in. ”

Qu Feiyan was surprised: "Grandpa Mo, can your illness be cured?" ”

Mr. Mo Da shook his head and said: "I am an old man, I was beaten to the point of spitting blood, and it is not easy to say the word 'good', but this kung fu is good, you might as well practice." ”

Qu Feiyan said with a smile: "It just so happens that my internal skills are not good, and my swordsmanship is not successful, I was similar to him a few months ago, but now I am far behind by him." ”

Mr. Mo said: "This kid has a good understanding, but he can't understand the words, what do you not understand, just ask me." ”

At that moment, Qu Feiyan was overjoyed, and helped Mr. Mo Da to the dining hall to meet with everyone from the Huashan faction, and the three of them told in detail what they had encountered under the mountain, and everyone's faces suddenly changed color.

Liang immediately said: "There are three major events at the moment, the first is that Master Mo has not recovered from his injury, and someone must rush to the Hengshan faction for help." ”

"The second is that the Songshan faction is up and down, and the Huashan faction will face this big crisis in a few days."

"The third is that the senior brother has not returned to the mountain for a long time, no one knows where he is, and now that the siege of the Songshan faction under the mountain has been resolved, we can also send people to inquire everywhere."

Mr. Mo suddenly shook his head and said: "These three things are not in a hurry, since Ling Hu Chong is not dead, he will be able to come back sooner or later; My old life has also been suspended for half of it, and whether or not I can restore my martial arts depends on the will of God; As for the Zhu Bajia mistake, it also allows us to eat the moon cakes of the Mid-Autumn Festival, so what's the matter. ”

Qi Yufeng immediately said: "Then what is more urgent than these?" ”

Mr. Mo nodded and said, "There is another half month, and it will be the first day of June." ”

Qi Yufeng was immediately stunned, what is the matter with the first day of the sixth month, does the Wuyue Sword Sect still celebrate the "June 1st" Children's Day? Or do you want to sacrifice Mr. Yang Wenli?

However, when many disciples of the Huashan Sect heard this "first day of the sixth month", their faces immediately changed color and they were thoughtful.

Qu Feiyan was also inexplicable, and immediately asked: "Sister Liu, what day is the first day of June?" ”

Liu Yuqing has been with this *** for a long time, and she already knew that her relationship with this little junior brother who is like a god of swordsmanship is extraordinary, and her mouth is sweet and tight, and she is very affectionate when she sees each other.

So she couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "Every three years, on the first day of June, it is the day when the Wuyue Sword Sect Conference is held at Mount Tai Riguan Peak. ”

When Qi Yufeng heard this, he suddenly remembered that Mr. Mo Da had said that he would temporarily take the position of head of the Hengshan faction, and said in his heart, could this old man be waiting for me here?

He looked up, but saw that Mr. Mo Da was smiling at him, and a hint of cunning gleam flashed in his eyes. (To be continued...!)

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