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Cold ice can't break the water, and dead wood can meet spring again.

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We left the blacksmith shop, and the sunlight poured down the noisy street and stretched ahead.

"Blacksmith, are the three people you said really that powerful?" Cui Li held the broadsword behind him.

"That's still fake, these three people are not ordinary." As he spoke, the blacksmith stopped abruptly.

"Why don't you leave?" Cui Li also stopped and asked.

I saw a person walking in front of him, holding a fan in his hand, with light steps and a handsome appearance.

"This person is one of the three people recommended, surnamed Fang, name rhyme, and character Shuran." The blacksmith whispered to us.

"In that case, hurry up and introduce us to you." Cui Li urged.

"General Cui, aren't you joking, I just know this person, how to introduce him." The blacksmith's voice was soft.

"What!! I thought the three people you recommended had a good relationship with you, but I didn't expect you to just know them. Cui Li suddenly shouted.

It turned out that the blacksmith only knew about these three people, and was not familiar with them, so it seemed that only we recommended ourselves. But we are not related to him, so why should he help us? Thinking of this, I hesitated a little again. But there is no other way now, if this man is really as the blacksmith said, he can compare to a thousand soldiers. Then it's really worth a try. With this in mind, I walked quickly to the fan-wielding man.

"This young man, why is he blocking my way, I don't know what it is?" The fan-wielding man said politely.

"Dare to ask Your Excellency, but Fang Shuran?" I saluted back.

"Exactly below? But what's the matter? The fan-wielding man asked.

"But there is one thing, please help me. Liu Xuande of Hanzhong poured his troops south, and we were willing to go out of the city to help him, but the city gate was heavily guarded and could not leave the city. ”

"If you are willing to help Liu Xuande, you can go to Hanzhong, what does it have to do with me if you don't get out of the city gate? Why should I help you to offend Sun Quan of Eastern Wu? The fan-wielding man laughed.

Indeed, there was no reason for him to go out of the city with us, and since he did not want to, he had no choice but to give up and find another way.

"Why are you so stingy, just help us out of this city gate, whether this help Liu Bei is happy or not, you can say it quickly, how can you help us." When Cui Li heard that the fan-wielding man refused to help us, he immediately became anxious.

"Well, since you insist on asking me to help, can you compare with the previous one, if you are better than me, I will help you out of the city." The fan-wielding man suddenly opened the fan in his hand.

This... The fan in the man's hand was no ordinary fan, it exuded a metallic luster.

"It's... Darkiron forged fan. I didn't expect there to be such a blade. The blacksmith was full of praise

"Good eyesight, this iron fan is indeed forged from dark iron, but it is different, rigid and soft go hand in hand." The fan-wielding man began to smug.

"You don't get complacent there, don't you just put an iron fan, do you have the ability to blow a strong wind to see? I'd like to see what's so great about your fan. Cui Li's words suddenly made me feel like I was in the Flaming Mountain...

"I don't bother with you, I and one of you use the blade as the pen and the stone road as the paper. Whoever has the most subtle penmanship wins. How is it? Fang Shuran's expression seemed to be determined to win.

But also, the three of us, the blacksmith wants to say that it is okay to strike iron, but I am afraid that this writing is not good. Not to mention, this handwriting has always been my weakness, Cui Li.........

Well, if you talk big, you should win.

"Why don't you say more, is it better or not?" Fang Shuran looked a little proud.

"Biah!! Of course it's better than ah!! If I win, you're going to help us out of the city? Cui Li suddenly stood up.

"That's nature. Please send a sword. Fang Shuran slapped the iron fan and said.

"The big knife is here, why be afraid of your iron fan?" After Cui Li finished speaking, he took out a big knife.

I looked at Cui Li in front of me, Cui Li knows calligraphy? In fact, I haven't seen him write, does he still have such a specialty, or is it just a momentary bravery?

"Cui Li, can you really do it?" I whispered in his ear.

"I think so, I practiced calligraphy for a few years when I was young. I've never used a broadsword to write, but I don't think it's difficult. "I don't know where Cui Li's confidence comes from.

But Fang Shuran, who was holding an iron fan, knew at a glance that he was by no means an idle person, and the realm of calligraphy was by no means something we could estimate.

At this moment, the book square table held a fan in his backhand and waved it on the stone road, and for a while the sand and stones were flying, and the dust was everywhere, but it was difficult for us to read the words written on the ground.

After a while, the dust fell to the ground, and Fang Shuran had already stood back in the distance, putting away the iron fan in his hand.

A few big characters appeared on the originally smooth stone road:

Dragon Leaping Mountain, Tiger Roaring Plain. Xuantie fan, who will see it.

Although there are only 12 characters, the penmanship is exquisite and the charm is strong. Into the wood three points, its own faction.

What can I do about this, although Cui Li has practiced a brush for several years, but now he is using a blade in his hand, not to mention how well he writes, it is not easy to engrave a few words on this stone road.

"General Cui Shuai, this kind of skill is really rare, can you be sure of winning?" Although the blacksmith didn't know calligraphy, even the few words on the ground could also show the depth of Fang Shuran's skills.

"It's... Of course... I'm going to win. When Cui Li spoke, he obviously didn't have the confidence he had before.

"I wonder how good my calligraphy is? Please also advise. Although Fang Shuran was still polite, his tone was a little proud.

"Yes, but what... Nothing new, old, although the pen is strong, but there is less tension. Cui Li said that he had a clear look.

"In that case, please give me advice." It was the first time that Fang Shuran Kenneng heard someone comment on his calligraphy like this, so he was naturally a little unhappy.

Cui Li didn't speak again, but raised the big knife. At this time, the wind was strong and the sand and dust were raised.

Jingzhou, it is generally believed that during the Eastern Han Dynasty, Jingzhou originally had seven counties: Nanyang County, Nan County, Jiangxia County, Lingling County, Guiyang County, Wuling County, Changsha County, after the Battle of Chibi, the seven counties of Jingzhou were divided by Liu Bei, Cao Cao, and Sun Quan, Cao Cao occupied the largest Nanyang County in the north of Jingzhou, Sun Quan got Jiangxia County and Nan County, and Liu Bei got four counties in the south of Jingzhou (Changsha, Lingling, Guiyang, and Wuling). Liu Bei's military security was not conducive to development, so he proposed to Sun Quan twice to borrow the southern county of Jingzhou, and Eastern Wu Lusu persuaded Sun Quan to temporarily lend the southern county to Liu Bei, so Liu Bei had five counties of Jingzhou (Nanjun, Changsha, Lingling, Guiyang, and Wuling).

------ Baidu Encyclopedia

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