When Chen Ang heard this, he couldn't help but laugh dumbly, Murong Bo's ambition to restore the country had already lost his mind, for the sake of national affairs, he could sacrifice everything, he could use anything, and put his personal grievances and the happiness of his family in second place, but this ruthlessness can be called a hero.

Even though he was very concerned about Murong Fu at this time, in the face of himself, an insulting enemy, as long as he was valuable, he would do everything possible to win him over, I really don't know if it was ridiculous or pitiful. From a certain point of view, such perseverance is worth admiring.

"Old man, you underestimate Chen too much!" Chen Ang said: "The grand cause you are pursuing may be worth paying for it in your eyes, but in Chen's eyes, what is it?" ”

"What you said, tearing the earth and sealing the king, fame and wealth" Chen Ang paused slightly, turned around and looked at Murong Bo, "I'm sorry, Chen is still not in his eyes." ”

"The fame of the world is dust, I just want to be like this bright moon, bright for eternity."

His tone was calm and his eyes were sincere, but the content made Murong Bo unable to suppress the anger in his heart, "If Your Excellency refuses, you will reject me bluntly, and you will talk about these lies to make the old man look down on you." I only ask you, will you carve up this great Song Dynasty with me? ”

"No!"

A clear voice, without a trace of anxiety, came from Chen Ang.

Murong Bo clenched his fists tightly, and on the two iron fists, a layer of tenacity faintly appeared, and Duan Yu even saw Murong Bo's body trembling slightly, obviously trying his best to suppress himself. "Your Excellency has to think about it carefully, if you say it, it will be difficult to recover."

"I thought I had made it clear, but if you still don't understand, then I'll say it again." Chen Ang said coldly, and the answer Murong Bo heard was still only two words categorically.

"Refused"

"Good, good, good!" Murong Bo said three 'good' words in a row, he was already angry, he raised his palm in a deep concentration, and Duan Yu felt it a few zhang away, but Murong Bo was silent for a while, and suddenly put down his palm, and in a flash, he took down a large pen that Chen Ang hung on the wall.

This made Chen Ang a little surprised, Bo had reached this point, so he didn't give up hope of persuading him, he was really an indomitable and capable generation of heroes, and his mind was much tougher than that of Murong Fu. It's a pity that Murong Bo doesn't have any talent in the overall situation, which can be seen from Murong Fu.

Wang Yuyan once said that Murong Fu "wants to be a Hu person, not a Chinese, and he doesn't even want to read Chinese characters or Chinese books." "With such a ridiculous idea, and trying to restore the country, the two of them are afraid that they have never thought about how many Xianbei people are in the world, and what is their Xianbei country based on?

The government is so shallow, and only with a fairly clever martial arts can he make waves in the martial arts. Chen Ang could see that Murong Bo seemed to want to repeat his old tricks and impress him with his martial arts. Such a high-spirited approach made Chen Ang not know whether to praise him for his arrogance or ridicule him for being naïve.

In the world, there are not many people who are proficient in the hundred schools of martial arts, and Murong Bo is one of the few people, it is really rare to have such an opponent, who can confirm the hundred schools of martial arts, and then Chen Ang's intentions.

Chen Ang took down a big pen hanging on the table, the ink on the tip of the pen had not dried up, Duan Yu looked at it and said in his heart: Brother Chen and the two of them were in a hurry, they used a large pen of calligraphy and painting, and the nib used was all made of soft hairs, the nib was soft, and the pen barrel was loose, how could it hurt people, compared to them, they would not really fight for life and death.

Before he came back to his senses, he saw Murong Bo swing his pen and connect three points to Chen Ang's left cheek, under his strong internal force, the tip of the pen was far more powerful than the blade of the sword.

Duan Yu exclaimed: This person's penmanship is so powerful, I have seen it in my life, Uncle Zhu Danchen is already the first person in the judge's pen, compared to Mr. Murong, I don't know how much worse. In the past, Uncle Zhu taught me to read, saying that Yan muscles and willow bones, when I saw it today, I knew what muscles and bones were.

Under Murong Bo's swaying, word by word, it can be called thrilling, the point is like a falling stone, and the gold and stone are open under the tip of the pen; The painting is like summer clouds, swaying in the clouds and flowing water; The hook is like Qu Jin, and the soul is seduced between the turns; Ge is like a crossbow, and when it dances, the wind is howling, vertical and horizontal, and there are low aspirations.

The move is inseparable from Chen Ang's acupoint, a large pen, like a silver edge iron, far more powerful than a sword.

"What a picture of "Zang Huaike's Monument"!" Chen Ang admired.

In mid-air, Chen Ang raised his pen, and the force was more elegant, Duan Yu saw a small pen, dismantled between Murong Bo's swaying energy, every mention and vertical, all of them hit the place where Murong Bo's pen power was scattered, graceful and elegant, round and charming, in which the line or Kai, or flow and stop, or stop and flow, in Murong Bo's big pen swing, wrote a comfortable one.

The two pen nibs did not intersect, so they were all false moves, but between Murong Bo's pen, there was no smoothness at the beginning, only felt that the pen was condensed and difficult to do, and several times, he couldn't write that kind of pleasure, he worked intermittently, and he was aggrieved.

Murong Bo dismantled his pen several times, but he was passive to Chen Ang's splash of ink, and only had time to parry, seeing Chen Ang's "Sunny Post When the Snow is Fast", the more he wrote, the smoother it became, but his pen was a mess, and he was anxious, so he simply forcibly dismantled it with the way of the sword. fell into Duan Yu's eyes, and he knew that he had lost most of it.

"Now that we've come to this, it's better to do it simply." Murong Bo was ruthless in his heart, regardless of the artistic conception of the pen, he only used the most basic judge's penmanship, and when the big pen was pointed, the side was sharp, and the pen was laid out, and the momentum was enough to close the front, forcing Chen Ang to turn back to protect, and the force was extremely exquisite. When it is horizontal, it is like falling paper against the front, slowly going back sharply, and strangulating Chen Ang's throat.

Murong Bo repeated it, using the eight methods of Yongzi and the eight methods of force, upside down, upside down, and not into a whole word. Only the strokes are forceful, and there are no rules at all, obviously under the guise of forcing Chen Ang to be equalized.

Unexpectedly, Chen Ang laughed, and his pen changed, from "Sunny Post When the Snow is Fast" to "Orchid Pavilion Preface", "Yonghe is nine years old, and the age is ugly." "The first Yongzi will point to the side points, horizontally pull the soldiers, erect the long force, hook, propose, skimm, short-skimming, and pinching, one by one, forcing Murong Bo to only have the power to parry.

When it comes to "the beginning of late spring", the word 'zhi' is like a dragon and snake taking off the land, and there is a condensed and substantial pen in mid-air.

Murong Bo's face snapped loudly, and a stroke of the pen cut a lightning-like crease on his face, just a little aftermath. It made him feel terrified in his heart, and he was about to retreat, when another 'zhi' word spilled out from Chen Ang's pen, and the blade was broken, Murong Bo struggled to support it, and a red mark appeared on his hand.

Twenty words, under Chen Ang's pen, thrilling, like heavenly swordsmanship, Duan Yu's heart swayed, and he couldn't help himself, "Good martial arts, good calligraphy, Wang Youjun is just like that in the world." "How had he ever seen such wanton brushwork? I just feel that this method, when used there, is a kind of wonderful thing that touches people's hearts.

Murong Bo was sweating profusely, blocking left and right, and then he simply played Lai, unfolded his body, and went up and down in a small inner room, and said urgently: "Good martial arts, I admit defeat in this game, and the governor may wish to watch me swing." ”

Step on the foot, rise in the air, the big pen is like a big axe, swing the pen down, the strength is like the Yangtze River vast, surging away, the pen, break like a wave, thousands of horses galloping, crashing in front of Chen Ang, in Chen Ang's pen, set off several zhang high waves, when it is really like a turbid wave emptying, turning over the river and the sea, destroying a qiē momentum.

However, no matter how turbulent the momentum is in Murong Bo's pen, Chen Ang is as steady as a mountain, and the monstrous waves are obedient like a tamed sheep in his pen. With a calm and docile taste. If it is said that Murong Bo's pen is a big river and sea, hooking, rubbing, rubbing, dotting, and dyeing, all of which are pouring momentum.

That Chen Ang is like a high mountain peak, standing still, a small pen, a big linen, there is a faint Taishan majestic and immovable spirit, Chen Ang is independent with his left hand, leisurely facing Murong Bo's attack. A small pen, as if with spirituality, against the waves, like a flying swift, suddenly rushed to the tip of the waves, suddenly fell to the trough, and walked freely in the monstrous energy.

Little by little, as if the red sun is rising, the mist is dispersed, the green mountains outside the sky leak out of a corner, blocking the middle of the river, let it be a monstrous wave, the green mountains are not moving, the small pen slowly lifts the veil of the green mountains, a majestic peak, standing still in the middle of the river, in order to block its way, let the turbidity waves how to roll, is unshakable.

Murong Bo's pen is getting narrower and narrower, as if there is a giant peak in front of him, let him churn a large pen, and slowly press it, the momentum is dignified, and the coercion is billions, making him sad and want to vomit blood, and he can't stop it, so he can only let the big pen go more and more deviant, and gradually enter the extreme.

In the end, it crashed into the top of the mountain, and the bones were shattered.

"Smack!" With a loud bang, the huge pen in Murong Bo's hand burst open, scattered into thousands of filaments, and fell one after another, Murong Bo's face was dead, looking at the empty hands.