The pen walks like a swimming dragon, and the ink dots set the world.

Zhao Lang has supreme talent in this life, he has chosen the general path of Huang Yaoshi, the way of martial arts is advancing rapidly, and poetry and songs, calligraphy and painting are also involved, at this time he has a temperament.

Huo Du had the psychology of underestimating the opponent in his heart, and he fell behind at the beginning, when he went all out to agitate the wind and thunder skills, and wanted to fight the enemy seriously, Zhao Lang had already succeeded.

In this confrontation, although Huo Du underestimated the enemy, it was Zhao Lang who won after all.

Drawing a little turtle is simply an instant thing for Zhao Lang, Huo Du has just reacted, Zhao Lang has already held the pen and retreated.

"No need to fight," Zhao Lang put away his pen and said with a smile, "Prince Huodu, you better look at your own face first!"

Although Huo Du was furious in his heart, he was not a fool, seeing the strange expressions of the people around him looking at him, he knew that there must be something strange on his face, so he took the bronze mirror handed by his subordinates and looked at it.

On his face in the mirror, there is a small turtle on the left and right cheeks, which is vivid and vivid.

Bang!

The bronze mirror was slammed to the ground, and Prince Huodu's face turned pale, and he hurriedly wiped it with his hands, hoping to wipe off the pattern of the little turtle.

"Prince Huodu, you don't have to work in vain," Zhao Lang laughed, "I didn't use ordinary ink to paint this little turtle, but I secretly made it." Once you get it, without my secret potion, even if you jump into the sea, you won't be able to wash it off!"

Prince Huodu's face turned pale, and he shouted angrily: "Quickly hand over the antidote, otherwise, this prince will kill you!"

The corners of Zhao Lang's mouth hooked slightly: "I didn't expect the prince of Mongolia to be so unwise, now in this situation, do you think you can still kill me?"

Huo Du's face changed greatly, and when he looked around, it was all the true disciples who had already returned, surrounding their own people, and with Guo Jing's move, Darba seemed to be captured, and his side was completely defeated.

Huo Du was able to be sent out by Mongolia as a pioneer officer, and he was able to worship under the Golden Wheel Dharma King, naturally he was not stupid, at this time, he saw that he could not do anything, even though he had incomparable anger in his heart, he also endured it stubbornly, which made Zhao Lang quite impressed.

"I don't know who the three are, why do you want to meddle in the grievances between my Mongolia and the Quanzhen Sect?"

Huo Du knew that he was invincible, and hurriedly put out the backstage of Mongolia, only hoping that Guo Jing and the others would be able to retreat despite the difficulties.

The corners of Zhao Lang's mouth hooked slightly, others were afraid of the Mongols, he was really not scared, anyway, he didn't create his own forces, no matter how awesome the Mongols were, they couldn't threaten him.

"Listen, young master Zhao Lang, this is my brother Yang Guo," Zhao Lang picked up the stick sword and inserted it back into the sheath behind his back, "There is also this one, it is the famous Guo Jing Guo Daxia on the rivers and lakes, I'm afraid!"

Huo Du's eyes showed a hint of vague jealousy, but he was scheming, he didn't show it, and nodded: "It turned out to be the famous Guo Jing Guo Daxia, my golden sword and horse in the past! No wonder the martial arts are so good, Xiao Wang admires it very much." ”

Guo Jing shook his head: "The matter of the golden knife and the horse has long become an old thing, and there is no need to mention it again." ”

"Hmph, my eldest Mongolian princess, Princess Hua Zheng, has been lonely for you for more than ten years, you don't need to mention it again, do you want to reveal it?"

Huo Du knew that Guo Jing's martial arts were peerless, and his master Jinlun Guoshi was not there, and he had no chance of winning by relying on his senior brother and himself alone, and he had already thought of retreating.

But before leaving, I have to use Hua Zheng's face to ask Guo Jing to help and remove the turtle on my face, after all, I am a dignified prince, if I really want Zhao Lang to say, the turtle on my face can't be wiped off, and I can't wear a mask every day!

Huo Du expected that it would be good, and when he heard Hua Zheng's name, Guo Jing's face showed a deep sense of guilt.

He Guo Jing has been benevolent all his life, and he is worthy of the sky and the earth, but there are only two things that he regrets for life, one is that he failed to persuade Yang Kang to return to the right path, and the other is that in the face of the country's righteousness, he categorically failed Hua Zheng.

Although he is righteous and justifiable, Guo Jing knows in his heart that he is ashamed and cannot be justified. Because, long before the Mongol invasion of the Song Dynasty, he had already fallen in love with Huang Rong, and the relationship between him and Hua Zheng, the national righteousness was just a lead, in essence, he deviated from it first.

If Yang Kang is still guilty of deserving it, and he has nothing to do with others, then the tragedy of Huazheng was caused by Guo Jing, and today, the person he is most sorry for is Huazheng.

Hearing Hua Zheng's name, Guo Jing felt a burst of guilt in his heart, remembering his life in Mongolia back then, those warm childhoods, and his resentment towards the Mongolians was also a lot less, and he sighed lightly: "Okay, for Hua Zheng's sake, as long as you retreat today and swear not to offend the Quanzhen Sect in the future, I will let Lang'er give you the antidote and let you go." ”

Zhao Lang pursed his lips, Guo Jing made his own decision on his behalf, which made Zhao Lang quite unhappy, but thinking of his plan, Zhao Lang still did not refute, took out a bottle of prepared potion, and threw it to Huo Du: "Rub it outside, smear it on your face, the ink falls, rinse with water." ”

Huo Du was not polite, pulled a Mongolian warrior, tried the medicine, and saw that it was non-toxic, so he put it on his face, and sure enough, the ink that could not be washed was easily washed off.

"Guo Daxia, you are strong in martial arts, even apprentices have such martial arts, Xiao Wang really admires you. It's a pity that Xiao Wang still has important things to do today, and he can't stay for a long time, and after ten years, I will ask your Excellency for advice. ”

Yes, this is ruthless talk, but the Mongolians are really ruthless, and they have no literary and artistic fan at all, which is not as good as our Central Plains. The green mountains do not change, the green water flows for a long time, and we will have a period in the future. What a literary fan!

Zhao Lang secretly complained in his heart, thinking that Huo Du had already taken the bait, but he was not full of joy in his heart.

Huo Du put down his cruel words, naturally he didn't dare to stay here for a long time, and even forgot to return the iron fan in Zhao Lang's hand, and walked out quickly to the outside of Chongyang Palace.

After that, Qiu Chuji asked the reason, reprimanded Zhao Zhijing, and then set his eyes on Zhao Lang.

"Jing'er," although Zhao Lang's words just now were unreliable, but the strength he showed was extraordinary, in Qiu Chuji's opinion, this child was definitely not simple, "This child is"

Guo Jing patted Zhao Lang's shoulder and said with a smile: "This is Rong'er's disciple, called Zhao Lang." ”

Qiu Chuji nodded, and secretly said in his heart, no wonder Zhao Lang's behavior was so eccentric, deviant, and his style was really like the little witch back then.

I only hope that this child named Zhao Lang can be like Rong'er, he has been following Jing'er for a long time, and he can understand the truth and abide by the right path.

"It turned out to be Rong'er's disciple, no wonder she was so smart. Qiu Chuji stroked his beard and smiled, "This child is heroic, with wonderful roots and bones, if he cultivates it well, he will definitely be able to achieve great things." ”

"Don't open your mouth and shut up the child's scream," Zhao Lang rolled his eyes, and his words were not shocking, "What kind of child is not a child, small machine, according to the generation, you have to call me uncle, call me uncle, you know no!"

ps: Haha, I went to the Quanzhen Sect to be an old man!! thank you for the reward of the white sword dance god prodigy shoes.