Dan Qingsheng took the long sword from Ding Jian's hand, put on a posture, and said, "Brother Feng, make a move." ”

Ling Hu Chong drank so much wine from him, and felt that Dan Qingsheng was still a very good person, so he arched his hand and said, "It's easy to say." ”

With that, Linghu Chong rushed to the long sword, and the sword stabbed out to his shoulder. This sword is crooked, obviously powerless, and even more unorganized, there must be no such move in the world's swordsmanship. Dan Qingsheng was stunned and said, "What is that?" Since he knew that Ling Hu Chong was from the Huashan faction, he had been thinking about the swordsmanship of the Huashan faction in his heart, but he didn't know that this sword came out was not the same thing, not only was it not the Huashan faction's swordsmanship, but it was not even a swordsmanship.

Dan Qingsheng didn't know how to parry, he immediately took two steps back, and then rushed over like he was drunk, and his swordsmanship was like splashing ink on the landscape.

If it was an ordinary swordsman martial artist, most of them would be shocked by Dan Qingsheng's stormy swordsmanship.

But Ling Hu Chong's mood was stable, his eyes were sharp, and in an instant, he found five flaws in Dan Qingsheng's ink splashing swordsmanship, and stabbed Dan Qingsheng in the shoulder with a sword.

"Ahh

Looking down, it happened that his clothes were pierced, but there was no blood, because Ling Hu Chong had excellent control over the quasi-head of the sword, and this sword was comparable to the skin of Dan Qingsheng's shoulder, so he immediately withdrew.

After all, after drinking so much good wine from Danqingsheng, Ling Hu Chong couldn't go too far.

Dan Qingsheng's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, admiring Ling Hu Chong's swordsmanship, and repeatedly thanked Ling Hu Chong's subordinates for their mercy.

"I agreed, but thanks to the swiftness of the four village owners, otherwise this sword accidentally injured the four village owners, and I really didn't want to go. Linghu Chong laughed.

Dan Qingsheng didn't expect Ling Hu Chong to save face for himself like this, and he was even more moved, he walked over and drank the glass of wine.

"In the future, Brother Feng will come to drink, and I have enough good wine here. Dan Qingsheng said.

"Very well, I'll be bothered from time to time. Linghu said.

Then the bald pen man took an iron judge's pen, and the tip of the pen was tied with some wool.

Bald Pen Weng raised the judge's pen and said with a smile: "My brushwork is changed from the famous pen post. Brother Feng is an all-round talent in civil and military affairs, and he must be able to see the way of my penmanship. Brother Feng is a good friend, and I don't dip my bald pen into ink. ”

Ling Hu Chong understood that when the bald pen was facing the enemy, the ink dipped in the judge's pen was made of special medicinal materials, and the ink marks on the back of the human skin were deeply imprinted, which was difficult to wash off and could not be scraped by the knife. When the martial arts master and the "Four Friends of Jiangnan" faced each other, the opponent who felt the most headache was this bald man, if he was not careful, he would draw a circle on his face, make a cross, or even write a word or two, then he would not be seen for life.

It is better to cut someone and cut off an arm than to smear it on his face. When the bald pen Weng saw Ling Hu Chong and Ding Jian and Dan Qing vividly wielding his sword, he was quite loyal, and he didn't dip his pen in ink.

"Thank you for your hospitality. Linghu Chong nodded.

Next, the bald pen Weng used the penmanship of "General Pei's Poems", which was changed from the poems written by Yan Zhenqing, with a total of 23 characters, ranging from three to sixteen strokes per word.

While reciting the poem, the bald pen waved the judge's pen, and his moves were extremely skillful but a little weird, but when he heard him, he said: "General Pei! If the war horse is a dragon and a tiger, Tengling is so strong. ”

Ling Hu Chong didn't pay attention to the various changes in his tricks, and he didn't bother to think about which stroke of the bald pen was being used at the moment.

"As far as I know, in the golden book, calligraphy is turned into martial arts, and Zhang Cuishan's Heaven and Dragon Slaying skills are very powerful, and the others are really vassal, useless. Linghu Chongxin said.

After all, the so-called "Heaven and Dragon Slayer" was created by Zhang Sanfeng, and that is the real martial arts. And the bald pen in front of him, in order to completely integrate those handwriting into the brushwork, it seems that the marks of the axe and chisel are too heavy.

Ling Hu Chong quickly discovered his flaw, and the long sword in his hand quickly pointed out, and each time he cut or stabbed slightly, he intercepted the bald pen man's trick from halfway.

So much so that it was difficult for Bald Pen Weng to successfully write a word, and after a while, Bald Pen Weng only felt very uncomfortable in his heart, and his internal force was quite unsmooth, and he almost vomited blood. After all, before every word is written, you change your moves halfway, and the operation of internal forces is very different from usual.

"Wait!" the bald man jumped back.

But when he saw that Bald Pen Weng brought up Danqingsheng's barrel of wine, he poured a puddle on the stone table, dipped a large pen into the wine, and wrote it on the white wall, and it was the poem "General Pei Poem" that was written. The twenty-three words are full of energy, especially the word "such as" and flies straight through the wall.

After he finished writing, he breathed a sigh of relief, laughed, looked sideways at the big red characters on the wall, and said, "Excellent! The more he looked at it, the more proud he became, and said: "Second brother, let me live in this chess room, I am reluctant to write this character, but I am afraid that from now on, I will never be able to write such a good character." ”

Hei Baizi said: "Yes." Anyway, I don't have anything in this room except a chess table, even if you don't want it, I have to move the place, how can I still play chess quietly against your big characters of dragon flying and phoenix dancing?"

Bald Pen Weng shook his head at those lines, claiming to praise himself: "Even if Yan Lugong is resurrected, he may not be able to write it." He turned his head to Linghu and said: "Brother, it's all up to you to force me to be full of pen intentions, and I can't use it, so I suddenly gushed out from my fingers, becoming an unprecedented masterpiece in this world." Your swordsmanship is good, my calligraphy is good, this is called each has its own strengths, regardless of victory or defeat. ”

Xiang Wentian said: "Exactly, each has its own strengths, regardless of victory or defeat." ”

Dan Qingsheng said: "Also, it's all good because of my wine!"

Hei Baizi said: "My third brother is innocent and obsessed with writing, but it's not that he doesn't admit it if he loses." I'm here to learn Brother Feng's tricks!"

Next, the black and white son sat on the coffee table at the innermost point of the room and said, "I'll use this black and white chess piece to fight against your swordsmanship, let's stop at the point." ”

Next, the black and white pieces used a swift and incoherent technique to pour down two large jars of black and white chess pieces like stars in the sky.

This is completely difficult for Ling Hu Chong, he used the Dugu Nine Swords' arrow-breaking style, specializing in cracking all kinds of hidden weapons in the world.

The sword light swirled, causing the fox to spin and leap forward. Hei Baizi deducted a few more chess pieces in his hand and was about to send them out, but Ling Hu Chong's sword was already against his wrist.

"Thank you Brother Feng for your mercy. Hei Baizi immediately conceded defeat.

As a result, the three owners of Meizhuang were defeated, and their big owners were left without competition. In order to get the treasures related to qin, chess, calligraphy and painting that Xiang Wentian brought to him, Hei Baizi, Bald Pen Weng and Bald Pen Weng took Linghu Chong and Xiang Wentian to the big village owner.

The owner of this big village heard this, not only to win the treasure for everyone, but also to protect the face of the four friends of Jiangnan.

So the owner of the big village used the "seven-string invisible sword" to play the piano to fight with Ling Hu Chong.

Ling Hu Chong understood that there was an internal force in this sound, which would interfere with his own internal force, so Ling Hu Chong did not operate the internal force at all, and there was no hindrance.

After a while, the owner of the village was very puzzled, stopped playing the piano, and said, "Is my seven-string invisible sword useless?"

Ling Hu Chong didn't explain to him, just smiled lightly.

The four friends of Jiangnan discussed for a while, and finally decided to take Linghu Chong to compete with Ren Xing at the bottom of the West Lake prison.

"I remember that in the original book, I just yelled directly, and I stunned everyone except Xiang Wentian with internal force. I need to stop this from happening, just save me. Otherwise, it would be very uncomfortable to be imprisoned in this West Lake prison for a long time. Linghu Chongxin said.

Xiang Wentian and Ling Hu Chong were both asked to be blindfolded, and then they were caught in the dungeon, and Xiang Wentian secretly handed a small paper ball to Ling Hu Chong, asking him to hand it over to the sword seniors later.

Of course, Ling Hu Chong knew that this was a hacksaw, but his mind was spinning rapidly, thinking of a foolproof solution.