At the moment when Fang Yun pointed out the point of the first stroke of the word "Yong", there was a slight sound of the pen breaking the air, like a whip sounding lightly.

Wei Yu's eyes tightened, the most critical point of Yongzi is "fast stroke", that is, "side sharp fall", the pen is not fast enough, then the sharp edge of the "point" is not steep enough, it is not worthy of being called a side striker.

Wei Yu's right hand clenched his fist, Fang Yun's pen has surpassed the "fast" Cheng dù, but reached the "risk", fast can be practiced, but the "risk" is not simply able to practice, must have a deep understanding of calligraphy.

"The flanks are precipitous...... Wei Yu couldn't help but whisper, this is the realm that many calligraphers dream of.

After Fang Yun put down his pen with unimaginable speed and steepness, a bit of ink appeared in mid-air out of thin air, and then he suddenly began to slow down when he wrote the "point" of Yongzi.

Wei Yu suddenly had an illusion, and the tip of the pen in Fang Yun's hand turned into a heavy mountain peak, and the tip of the mountain was deeply inserted into the earth, opening up a river channel with the tip of the mountain.

Where the top of the mountain passes, the ground gushes clear water, and the pen gives birth to a river.

The word "Yong" is folded a little bit, and it has changed direction four times, and finally when Fang Yun stopped, Wei Yu saw a flower in front of his eyes, and saw that the top of the mountain that opened up the river slowly stopped, and finally went straight into the sky, standing on the earth.

There are two essentials of the eight methods of Yongzi, one is to write fast, the second is to close the pen, a little seems to be the smallest and most insignificant, but it is the beginning of the word "Yong", and it is also the highest point of the word "Yong".

If this point is not enough, it will not be enough. The next few strokes will be like a basin of water spilled out, and the meaning of the brush will quickly break.

But this point of Fang Yun stands like a mountain peak, and the pen is full, just like everyone's wind.

Wei Yu had an inexplicable panic in his heart, because Fang Yun's pen power may not be as good as that of the calligraphy masters of the second and third realms, but the danger of the next pen and the rudiments contained in the full completion of the pen are too terrible, and any experienced calligrapher who sees Fang Yun's writing process at this moment will inevitably exclaim that Fang Yun has the potential of the four realms.

"Who pointed out this way of calligraphy for Fang Yun! When I saw him write, it was like the legendary trend of dividing the pen into spring and autumn and opening up the eternal meaning, who was his teacher! I had never seen such a calligraphy in my life! Could it be that a certain master of the Four Realms or even the Five Realms had a new understanding. Specially for Fang Yun to raise this pen?"

Wei Yu blinked hurriedly. Seeing that Fang Yun had already started to write horizontally, it didn't matter if he didn't look at it, this look, Wei Yu's heart pinched.

The point of Yongzi should be sufficient, and the horizontal should be important. Like a cavalryman restraining a mad horse. Leave the pen in this cross. If you can't restrain it, the whole horizontal will jump like a crazy horse, and lose the stability that the horizontal should have.

Fang Yun's horizontal is not only spread out with the help of the previous stroke. Start the pen with the reverse front, write from the center, and get the essence of the word "stability", which is heavy and sinking, as if a stroke can collapse a house.

Wei Yu couldn't help muttering to himself: "This horizontal pen is like opening a road in the mountains, astringent and steady, strong and strong, and like a log crossway, before a pen is sealed, if the sky is undulating, the birds are walking in the dense forest, the pen is full of frustration, how can you write it at a young age!"

"How is it like a leak in the house?" Fang Yun slowly said the words of Yan Zhenqing, the holy hand of regular script, as he wrote.

Wei Yu was stunned for a moment, stroked his palms and laughed: "Yes! Yes! The walls of the old house are undulating, and there are occasional winding cracks, if there is a leak in the house, the rain cannot go straight down, but it is difficult to move forward between the gaps, and climb over the mountains and mountains on the wall, and the difficulties in the process are far more difficult than I said before!

Wei Yu said and laughed, there were faint tears in his eyes, the joy of enlightenment, and even more deep remorse.

However, that sudden remorse soon faded and was replaced by a more determined gaze.

Wei Yu looked at Fang Yun and said slowly: "Although your words are good, you may not be able to break my 'Yong' word!"

Fang Yun closed the pen, and the complete word "Yong" appeared in mid-air, the same as Wei Yu's, first the word was like a fly, and then the word was like an earthworm, point, horizontal, vertical, hook, mention, apostrophe, short skimming and eight strokes were immediately separated, like an earthworm meandering, and then merged into one.

Seeing Fang Yun's complete "Yong" character, Wei Yu's figure flickered, and then he saw Fang Yun's "Yong" character like a big boat going down the river, riding the wind and waves, and rushing over with a huge sound.

Wei Yu's word "Yong" greeted him, and the momentum was magnificent, like a surging river, but Wei Yu felt uneasy.

When the two "Yong" words met, Fang Yun's "Yong" character suddenly sounded like a wooden hammer beating clothes, and like a boat oar paddling water, he heard a loud bang on the ground, breaking through Wei Yu's "Yong" word, and crashing into Wei Yu with the momentum led by hundreds of boats competing for the current.

An invisible force formed around Fang Yun's character "Yong", and Wei Yu felt as if he had been hit hard, and his body retreated violently, leaving the first page of blank paper and standing on the second page of white paper.

Subsequently, the first page of white paper rose, and Fang Yun's word "Yong" accurately fell on it, turning into white and black characters.

Then the white paper shook slightly, and it turned into a three-zhang high stone tablet, on which was written the word "Yong" of Fang Yun, and then the stone tablet moved to the side to make way for the two of them.

Wei Yu was speechless and stared blankly at the stele.

This is a calligraphy monument, generally speaking, only in the ink sword pavilion to reach the nine chips, this kind of calligraphy monument can appear, this is a high praise for a person's calligraphy realm.

"It is worthy of Fang Zhenguo, and it is worthy of the Enlightenment River! I am not as good as you in the penmanship of words, but I have the confidence to surpass you in calligraphy and literary meaning! I know that my talent is limited, and I can't write any amazing sentences, so I borrow the sentence of the great Confucian Yuan Ang to evaluate the ancestors of my Wei family, and discuss ink with you!"

Fang Yundao: "Although you didn't say which famous sentence it was, since you mentioned the great Confucian Yuan Ang, I can probably guess that I didn't expect that Wei Dan, a great calligrapher in the Three Kingdoms period, would be your ancestor." Please!"

Wei Yu nodded slightly, and picked up the pen to write in mid-air.

"The dragon is mighty and the tiger is vibrant, and the saber is tense. ”

After Wei Yu finished writing, these eight words suddenly twisted slightly, but soon returned to their original state.

Fang Yun took a closer look, the word "dragon" was full of majesty, while the word "tiger" was full of domineering, and the word "sword" was like a sharp weapon out of the sheath. The word "crossbow" is like a military crossbow ready to fire.

Dragon, tiger, sword and crossbow are obviously just four words, but in Wei Yu's pen, it seems that they can turn words into reality at any time.

Fang Yun nodded and said: "Your understanding of these eight words is really extraordinary, whether it is the meaning of the words or the meaning of the text, it is beyond my imagination, unfortunately, you have no dragon and tiger in your heart at the moment, the sword is blunt and the crossbow is weak, how can you defeat me!"

"Brother Fang, please advise!" Wei Yu stood on the second sheet of paper and arched his hand.

Fang Yun picked up his pen and wrote in mid-air.

"The word is passed down from time to time, and it is not easy to use the pen through the ages. ”

Wei Yu immediately pondered that this sentence meant that the structure, pattern, and style of words changed with the times. But the brushwork of the brush will not change.

Wei Yu didn't wait to understand this sentence. I saw that his eight characters of "dragon and tiger vibrate, sword rattling" were like weeds withering and rivers drying up, and the ink that composed the words began to shrink, and finally turned into eight deformed words and fell to the ground. It's distorted.

"You...... This means that the meaning of this text is far beyond the genius of my ancestors. Even the Great Confucian praised the strength of my ancestors. How could you write such a sentence that penetrates into the way of calligraphy!How could you!poof......" Wei Yu couldn't hold back any longer, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Fang Yun was silent, and it was recognized in the history of the ancient Chinese country that there were four masters of regular script. Ouyang Xun, Yan Zhenqing, Liu Gongquan and Zhao Mengfu respectively, each created a font of regular script.

The sentence written by Fang Yun is the original words of Zhao Mengfu, one of the four masters.

The Song Dynasty produced many talents, including Mi Fu, Huang Tingjian, Su Shi and Cai Xiang's Song Dynasty calligraphy, but in the end, it was Zhao Mengfu who was tied with the three top calligraphy writers of the Tang Dynasty.

Fang Yun not only wrote the original words of Zhao Mengfu, but also wrote in the Zhao style of Zhao Mengfu, whether it is the meaning of the text or the meaning of the words, not to mention Wei Yu, even Wei Yu, the ancestor who entered the four realms of calligraphy, is far inferior.

Wei Yu was about to ask a question, when his eyes suddenly lit up, staring at the words written by Fang Yun.

I saw that the strokes of the twelve words were suddenly all opened, not like each previous stroke turned into earthworms, but turned into black snakes and pounced frantically.

Words come out like snakes.

Before Wei Yu could react, dozens of black ink snakes pounced and bit Wei Yu fiercely.

"Ah......h

Wei Yu screamed and retreated, and when he withdrew the second piece of paper, the ink snakes retreated, and finally pounced on the paper, reverting to the twelve big characters of Fang Yun.

The word is passed down from time to time, and it is not easy to use the pen through the ages.

Wei Yu looked down at his body, and there were many wounds from the snake's bite, and those wounds were bleeding.

Wei Yu let out a painful sound, and a deep helplessness appeared in his eyes.

Although the text snake in the Ink Sword Pavilion is not a calligraphy realm, it represents that Fang Yun has great potential, and the traces of the bite of the text snake in the Ink Sword Pavilion will stay on the person for at least a month!

Wei Yu looked up.

The paper disappears, and the second word tablet appears.

The helplessness in Wei Yu's eyes turned into despair, he didn't expect that Fang Yun's penmanship and word meaning not only far surpassed his own, but also could form a text monument, which meant that in the Ink Sword Pavilion, Fang Yun would inevitably be stable at nine points, if Fang Yun could form a monument in the next competition, it would definitely be ten chips.

At the same time, a person walked into the Ink Sword Pavilion.

"You two, are you standing in the wrong position?" Qiao Juze held a large pen in his hand and looked at the two monuments in surprise as he walked forward.

"Brother Qiao came in time, if it was a moment later, our competition would be over. Fang Yun smiled.

Qiao Juze said as he walked: "I really didn't expect Fang Yun's calligraphy to have such a realm! This 'Yong' character is full of wonderful meanings, and some of the methods of turning the front are unprecedented, if you let the masters of the four realms of calligraphy write the word 'Yong' with your penmanship, it will inevitably become a new font! It's a pity that you just lack skills, otherwise this font alone is enough to make you a generation of calligraphy and literary sects." ”

Wei Yu sighed lightly and didn't say anything.

Qiao Juze looked at Wei Yu at this time, and was even more surprised when he found the bite marks on his body, and immediately looked at the second monument.

"I want to see what Fang Yun wrote, so that the words and ink become snake......s! Huh? I couldn't comprehend it for a while, and it seemed that I was pointing directly to the holy way of calligraphy! Aren't these words only the masters of the five realms of calligraphy be able to say them?" (To be continued......