Yueyue comes back, Chen Wangbo can live a quiet life again, these days His Royal Highness is not there, and the autumn wind screen often goes wrong in his work, which makes the master very dissatisfied, now it's okay, don't worry about it. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Slanting a glance at Zhuo Zangfeng and Yueyue were talking, the master shook his hand and strode out of the Zhiwuya Divine Palace, ready to discuss the Dao with the Sword Saint Sword God.

"Master, it's still like that. ”

After Yueyue finished speaking, she covered her mouth and snickered.

"That old Taoist priest is silent, he was about to suffocate all the way, if he wasn't your relative, I would have left him behind, and then walked with his breath, where could it take so long. ”

She chattered about the hardships along the way, but her expression and demeanor were bright and moving, giving people the feeling that she had not suffered at all.

"It was not easy for him to raise me. Zhuo Zangfeng said: "I have no relatives, they are my relatives." ”

"Then am I?" Yueyue asked seriously as she looked at him, her eyes full of hope.

"Of course you're ......"

Before Zhuo Zangfeng finished speaking, Yueyue interrupted him and said, "You don't have to be bothered, I know that you only have Sister Caiwei in your heart, I don't ask you too much, you are very satisfied that you can treat me as a relative in your heart." ”

Then she smiled, thought for a moment, and said, "But I will never be your sister." ”

asked some questions about Zhuo Zangfeng, and the little Nizaligu and his wife came over.

Seeing that many female cultivators in the Divine Palace were waiting to pay homage to His Royal Highness, Zhuo Zangfeng had no choice but to leave, and Zaligu sent him out, saying that there would be a lot of rain this year, and there would be a bumper harvest of medicinal herbs.

Zhuo Zangfeng didn't tell him that some medicinal herbs had a lot of rain but would affect the yield, and he suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Returning to Yaoshan really verified his previous hunch.

The old Taoist priest was on crutches and was scolding a person.

The man stood in the wind, his figure was erect, his hands were behind his back, and he did not say a word in the face of the attack of the old Taoist priest.

It was Xue Xuanliu, Zhuo Zangfeng recognized it at a glance, and couldn't help but anger rose again. This time, however, he managed to restrain himself and did not lose his impulsive temper.

He watched from the sidelines, and the grievances between the old Taoist priest and the sword marquis were all over today.

Originally, I wanted to solve this matter after the Synchronous World Competition, but now Xue Xuanliu has sent it to the door, and he can't wait any longer.

"Back then, you were arrogant, no one in your eyes, you thought that calligraphy was the best in the world, I was just a small official, I liked calligraphy and painting in my life, and I was excluded and suppressed by you, this is not jealousy and jealousy, and the communiqué is a personal vendetta?"

"You cut off my Hu Yanling's five fingers, have you forgotten that there are endless calligraphers in the world who are more skilled than Hu Yanling, how can you kill them all?"

"Back then, there were so many people who complimented you, and there were not many of me Hu Yanling, and I Hu Mou was a person, I hate hypocrisy the most, and I hate slapping horses even more, you are embarrassed with the people you have befriended, do whatever you want, it's really beautiful!"

Xue Duanliu listened quietly, neither distinguishing nor speaking, just looking into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

The old Taoist priest continued: "I have almost forgotten the things of the past, but you came to question me, and now I have told you everything, and I have vented my resentment in my heart, and I never want to see you again." ”

"Thank you!"

This word of thanks came out of the mouth of the Sword Marquis, and it was definitely an incredible thing to pass it out.

Everyone knows that even if he rescues this Hou Ye from the battlefield, he will never say this thank you to anyone. But at this time, he said it to the old Taoist priest.

Zhuo Zangfeng was slightly surprised.

What is strange is that Duan Qianhua and Meng Taixu looked at each other without resistance, and even Chen Wangbo, who was the master here, was indifferent.

This time it was Xue Duanliu who came by himself, it was a grudge between him and the old Taoist, as long as he didn't make a move, there was no need for these bystanders to make a move.

What's more, in their opinion, the always arrogant Sword Marquis would never attack an old and weak Taoist priest.

The strange thing is that Xue Duanliu only asked some strange questions, and the old Taoist priest even told him in detail, and after talking about the grievances of the year, he scolded and vented the anger in his heart.

In fact, after several decades, the hatred in the heart of the old Taoist priest has long faded a lot, but the first calligrapher of the Tang Dynasty, who was known for his uprightness, still did not completely hold back.

Destroying a calligrapher's hand is more difficult to accept than killing him.

However, the old Taoist priest survived and lived strongly.

The old Taoist priest took a breath, a trace of arrogance flashed in his eyes, his voice suddenly became high-pitched, and he suddenly burst out laughing.

When Xue Duanliu heard this laughter, he suddenly felt a little flustered.

Zhuo Zangfeng took two steps forward, but his heart was full of regret, if it weren't for Chen Wangbo giving him a look and telling him not to act rashly, maybe he would have taken out his sword.

The Kuaixue Sword is behind him, and as long as his mind moves slightly, he will fly towards him.

The old Taoist priest took a step forward and said proudly: "You destroyed my right hand, but you know that my left hand is not weaker than my right hand." ”

Xue Duanliu turned his head suddenly, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, staring at the eyes of the old Taoist priest, looking at him with a calm and fearless gaze, and even a strong look of arrogance, feeling as if he had gone back to a few years ago.

At that time, Hu Yanling was full of spirit, how could he be in an old state now, and only at this moment did he seem to have regained his former vigor.

The old Taoist priest quickly reflexively took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the house, and gently spread it on the bluestone surface.

The ink has already been researched, and the ink fragrance is still there.

Is it any wonder that the old Taoist priest asked him to buy him pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, it turned out that he still wanted to write? Zhuo Zangfeng sighed, but now that he is like this, can he still return to the realm of the past?

He tried to stop it, then hesitated a little, and remained where he was, looking nervously.

Mo Ya ran quickly, pressed the paper for the old Taoist priest with great tacit understanding, and then remained silent, as if he was dissatisfied with someone.

The old Taoist priest held a pen in his left hand, dipped it in thick ink in the inkstone, and then hung his wrist to concentrate and think.

At this moment, his spirit seemed to be connected with heaven and earth, and faintly, there was a solemn and awe-inspiring aura gathered on the pen and ink, within the wolf's hair.

Then the pen is written, like a spring thunder blooming, like a river thawing.

"Brush" sound, slight, but it gives people the momentum of thunder.

Once the first pen falls on the paper, the pen will never stop, like a dragon prematurely, flying across the sky, and a line of itself slowly flows out under the end of the pen.

If you look closely, it is half a sentence, and from a distance, it is a straight stream.

The master read it softly, and the words were: Bamboo canes and shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid?

"Rare!

The most knowledgeable master in the world praised repeatedly, Duan Qianhua and Meng Taixu looked at each other, and they both saw a sense of shock in each other's eyes.

Zhuo Zangfeng's heart was shocked, this sentence was written by himself indiscriminately back then, and the previous ones have been forgotten, and the old Taoist priest was amazed at this time, and he still remembers it in his heart for so many years.

The brushwork is dignified and simple, as if the clouds outside the sky are coming, giving people a very strong sense of shock.

After writing, the old Taoist priest threw the pen towards the deep valley, and no expression could be seen on his face.

Xue Xuanliu stared blankly for a long time, slowly pondering the turning point of the brushwork in his heart, comprehending the imagery, and sighed for a long time: "It was not as good as Hu Yanling back then, and today I am ashamed of Xue Xuanliu." From now on, I will never be stained with pen and ink, and if I violate this oath, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed. ”

At this time, a cold voice said, "There is no longer any more, because of your limit." ”

PS: My uncle passed away yesterday, and there are some things that need to be dealt with, so I'll change it today. Sorry!

The death of my uncle made me feel that the world is impermanent and made me rethink the meaning of life. I suddenly felt that time was too cruel for each of us.

It gives me a sense of discouragement that there is nothing we can do in the face of death.

Thinking about the poor results of this book, I suddenly felt that going on like this was just another degree of waste. So at a time like this, I think I should cheer myself up.

So I cheered up.,Prepare for the next one.,This means that our book is nearing the end.,There will be fewer updates in the future.,This is the only thing I feel guilty about my friends.,I hope you can understand.,And continue to support Mingyue.。

But it will definitely be finished, and the slow update will give me more time to conceive of a new book, thank you for your support, my dear friends!

In addition, the sentence written by the old Taoist priest in this chapter is my favorite by Mr. Dongbo, the name of the word plate is "Dingfeng Bo", it doesn't matter if the dynasty is wrong, the key is this feeling.

Trust me, the next book won't feel bad......