In the small courtyard of Qingdao Residence, there was a dark green everywhere, wild grasses were growing wildly, and the dense rattan was crawling all over the mud wall, which looked like a wall of leaves.

On the ground, all kinds of nameless wildflowers bloomed all over the ground, filled with a faint fragrance of flowers, and bee butterflies were seen flying on the flowers from time to time.

The environment is very secluded.

In the courtyard near the ancient well, a burly man like an iron tower was lying on a stone table, his eyes staring at the stone table, and a drop of sweat the size of a soybean oozed out of his head at some point.

Beads of sweat trickled down her cheeks, stopped at the chin level, and dripped down the stone table.

At this time, the strong man slammed it with his left hand, shook it, and splashed countless beads of sweat.

On his bucket-like right hand, he clutched a brush that slid hard and slowly on the stone table, looking cautious.

His eyes stared at the rice paper on the stone table, his eyes were round, and his expression was extremely nervous.

I don't know if it's overexertion, so that the right arm is bulging with green tendons as hideous as a snake, which looks terrifying.

Syllable!

The brush in his hand broke, splashing a hand of ink.

The strong man threw the broken pen in his hand casually, and said angrily: "Damn, this brush is too easy to break, let people make a few stainless steel brushes in two days...... Using bamboo as the handle of the pen, who the hell came up with it, it caused Lao Tzu to be splashed with ink every time......"

At this time, the strong man picked up a new brush on the stone table, dipped it in ink, and wrote carefully on the rice paper, looking extremely serious.

Just finished writing a stroke, only to hear the sound of "pop", the brush in the strong man's hand broke again. Moreover, the tip of the pen was also shot in his face, making a face of ink.

"Phew!"

A mouthful of saliva mixed with ink was spit out, and the broken pen in his hand was thrown again, and he said indignantly: "Damn, I don't write anymore!"

In a corner behind the stone table, there was already a pile of broken pens, at least a hundred.

After walking around the yard in a huff, the strong man slowly calmed down and said, "No, Lao Tzu...... Uh, it's a small student, a little student is a reader, how can you do it if you don't read and learn words for a day......"

Then the strong man sat back down on the stone table.

I don't know how long it was, and I don't know how many broken pens I threw away, but I saw four extremely ugly characters slowly appear on the rice paper on the stone table. Although it is extremely ugly, each stroke is extremely powerful, with the momentum of iron painting and silver hook, but it seems a little imposing.

A gentleman is not a weapon!

The four words written by the strong man are not gentlemen, and this strong man is the mountain axe.

More than a year later, the mountain axes have become more burly, almost the two mountain axes of three years ago, the whole person looks rough and wild, exuding a compelling momentum, like a living iron tower.

"Well, it's good, it's good, the point is like a falling stone, the painting is like a summer cloud, the hook is like Qu Jin, the ge is like a crossbow, there is an elephant in the vertical and horizontal, there is a low ambition, the body is broad and magnificent, the bone strength is strong and the spirit is awe-inspiring......"

Shan Axe Tian was full of praise shamelessly, and bent down to blow the ink that had not dried on it, and then picked it up and held it high to watch, with an extremely satisfied expression, and said with a slightly excited expression: "Well, this calligraphy and painting is well written, with a bit of a master's demeanor, it seems that Xi has made great progress in the past few days." Well, such a good calligraphy and painting, let's give it to Brother Yan. Brother Yan is also a scholar, and he should be able to understand Lao Tzu, uh, Xiaosheng's majestic and majestic brushwork......"

At this time, Feng Baishu walked out from outside, heard the words of the mountain axe and saw the calligraphy and painting, he couldn't help it anymore, and with a "poof" sound, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"You, you ......"

The mountain axe held the calligraphy and painting high, looked at Feng Baishu blankly, and then became furious, stared at a pair of rolling eyes, and scolded angrily: "You actually spurt blood, is Lao Tzu's handwriting so bad? Damn, look down on Lao Tzu's writing, and don't need to spew blood, are you humiliating Lao Tzu? Damn, don't think that if you read too much, you can humiliate Lao Tzu, tell you, Lao Tzu is also a reader......

Feng Baishu's face was a little pale at this time, and he felt extremely painful all over his body, but after hearing the words of the mountain axe, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Hey, do you want to be so exaggerated, just squirting a mouthful of blood, posing as if you were going to die or not live for anyone?" The mountain axe also noticed that something was wrong with Feng Baishu's situation, but he didn't think much about it.

"I'm defeated. Feng Baishu said.

"Huh?" the mountain axe was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Was it defeated by that group of disciples of the Heavenly Emperor Palace?"

"Not bad. ”

"I didn't think their strength was good. Mountain Axe said nonchalantly.

"It's not good, it's amazing. Feng Baishu shook his head, "Moreover, I can't take a single move, yes, he's just a dantian realm ......."

"One move?"

At this time, the mountain axe finally became a little surprised, and then seemed to realize something, and said, "You lost to the Dantian Realm?"

Feng Baishu nodded, raised his head and glanced at the mountain axe and said, "I think they will come to you soon." ”

"Damn, those guys are so arrogant, wait for Lao Tzu to kill them. The mountain axe scolded indignantly, but Feng Baishu didn't see any movement from him, and heard him say at this time, "It's really just a move, or a dantian realm, this shouldn't be possible, right?"

"He used the Heavenly Emperor Divine Fist. ”

"Heavenly Emperor Divine Fist?" Shan Axe's face finally showed some surprise, and then his brows furrowed tightly.

"Can you sit down, I'm so tired to look up at you. Feng Baishu said, he is not short, but his height is less than the shoulders of the mountain axe. Then, he sat down at the stone table, glanced at the rice paper that had been placed on the stone table, stared at it for a long time, then looked up at the mountain axe and asked, "What the hell are you drawing?"

The mountain axe glared, his face full of anger.

Feng Baishu didn't say anything when he saw the mountain axe, and he didn't ask anymore, and said, "Do you have any news about Yan Qing, it's been more than a year, where did that guy go?"

"A gentleman is not a weapon. ”

"What? What kind of gentleman is not a weapon?" Feng Baishu was stunned, then glanced at the rice paper, full of ghost drawing talismans, and said, "You mean that you draw a gentleman's weapon?"

"It's writing, not painting. ”

The mountain axe was furious, and sprayed at Feng Baishu, roaring: "Feng Baishu, you dare to humiliate Lao Tzu again, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will chop you with an axe......"

Feng Baishu closed his eyes and reached out to wipe the saliva on his face.

At this time, a young man came from outside Qingdao's house, it was Xuan Ming, who was dressed in a light blue robe, and said: "I heard that this mountain axe is a descendant of a certain god, and he has awakened the bloodline in his body......"

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