Just when Guo Jing and others were discussing who should be sent to compete, Huang Rong in the field suddenly turned to Huo Dou and asked: "The first game with a single step, the second game with your senior brother, and the third game with respect. That's what It’s certain. Yes or no?”

Huo Dou looked back proudly and said, "That's exactly it."

After getting a positive answer from the other party, Huang Rong turned around and smiled and said to the confused Guo Jing: "Brother Jing, we will definitely win."

Guo Jing asked in confusion: "Rong'er, what does this mean?"

Huang Rong said in a low voice: "Now I am the king's servant, and he is the king's servant..."

After she said these two sentences, she looked directly at Zhu Ziliu opposite.

Zhu Ziliu continued with a smile, and said in a low voice: "Take the king's horse, and fight with him; take the king's horse, and fight with him. After three generations of riding, Tian Ji won again and again, and he won the king's daughter. .”

Guo Jing stared, confused and confused as to what they were talking about.

Seeing that her husband still didn't understand, Huang Rong had no choice but to approach him and whisper in his ear: "Brother Jing, you are proficient in the art of war. How come you have forgotten the ingenious strategies of Sun Bin, the ancestor of the art of war?"

When Guo Jing heard this, he immediately remembered the "Wu Mu's Suicide Notes" he had read when he was a boy. Huang Rong once told him this story: Qi State General Tian Ji and the King of Qi raced and bet a thousand gold. Sun Bin taught Tian Ji a sure-fire way to win the horse. He raced the King of Qi's high-grade horse, the high-grade horse raced against the King of Qi's medium-grade horse, and the medium-grade horse raced against the King of Qi's inferior horse. The results were two wins and one loss, and he won a thousand gold coins. Now Huang Rong learned this lesson.

Seeing Guo Jing wake up, Huang Rong smiled and said: "Senior Brother Zhu, with your Yang Finger Kung Fu, it shouldn't be difficult to defeat this Mongolian prince."

Zhu Ziliu smiled and said nothing.

Zhu Ziliu was the first scholar in the Dali Kingdom and also served as prime minister. He was a well-educated man with extraordinary intelligence.

The martial arts of the Duan sect in Dali pays great attention to understanding. When Zhu Ziliu first joined the Nandi Gate Wall, his martial arts ranked last among the four major disciples who were fishermen, woodcutter and farmers. Ten years later, he had risen to the second place. At this time, his martial arts was far away. Above the three senior brothers.

Master Yideng treated the four disciples equally and taught them all kinds of martial arts. However, in the end, Zhu Ziliu understood it the most, especially the Yiyang Finger Kung Fu. At this time, his martial arts were compared to those of Guo Jing and Ma Yu. , Qiu Chuji and others are still not as good as them, but they are better than Wang Chuyi, Hao Datong and others.

Guo Jing immediately understood his wife's position and formation, and hurriedly said: "Rong'er, it would be too dangerous for Daoist Hao to face the Jinlun Dharma King. The outcome is irrelevant to the overall situation, but he is afraid that the enemy will be too ruthless. Taoist Master Hao is hard to resist."

He was used to being outspoken, and he didn't worry about whether it would be too rude to treat Hao Datong as his subordinate. He didn't expect that others would feel embarrassed after hearing this.

And Hao Datong knew very well that this martial arts competition related to the fate of the country, which was very different from the ordinary battles for fame in the martial arts. If the Mongolian national division took away the position of leader of the world's heroes, the Han warriors would not only lose face, but also lose their morale. We are afraid that it will be difficult to form an alliance to fight against the enemy and we will face the national disaster together.

So he said with emotion: "There is no need to worry about this. As long as it is beneficial to the country, even if the old Taoist dies at the hands of the Tibetan monk, it is nothing."

Seeing that he spoke so righteously, Huang Rong thought for a while and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Taoist Master Hao, as long as we win the first two of the three competitions, then naturally we won't have to compete in the third one."

Guo Jing couldn't help but be overjoyed after hearing this, and even said yes.

Zhu Ziliu smiled and said: "I have a heavy responsibility. If I can't defeat this Mongolian prince, I will be scolded by the heroes of the world for the rest of my life."

Huang Rong said hurriedly: "Senior Brother Zhu, don't be too modest, just feel free to take action."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Ziliu walked to the center of the field, bowed his hand to Huo Dou, and said: "This is the first stage for me to ask your Excellency for advice. My surname is Zhu and my name is Ziliu. Throughout my life, I have enjoyed reciting poems and antiphons, reciting the Book of Changes, and martial arts.

It's very rough, so I need to ask for your advice."

After saying that, he bowed deeply, took out a pen from his sleeve, and drew a few virtual circles in the air, looking completely pedantic.

Seeing such a weirdo, Huo Du thought to himself: "The more this kind of person is, the more profound his martial arts are. He really cannot be despised."

Zhuida mustered up his energy, clasped his fists as a salute, and said: "Xiao Wang is asking for advice from the seniors, please show me your weapons."

Zhu Ziliu replied proudly: "Mongolia is a barbarian country and has not been enlightened by saints. Since you have asked for advice, I should give you some advice."

After hearing this, Huo Dou felt angry, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes: How dare you insult me, Mongolia, I will make you look good later!

Then he opened the folding fan with a snap and said in a cold voice: "This is my weapon. Do you want to use a sword or a sword?"

Zhu Ziliu took up his pen and wrote the word "pen" in the air, and said with a smile: "I have been with the pen all my life, how can I use any weapon?"

Huo Dou looked at his pen attentively and saw only a bamboo tube and wool. The tip of the pen was stained with half an inch of ink.

Zhu frowned and said, "Since you don't use weapons, let's just decide the outcome with fists and feet."

Zhu Zi Liu Wen shook his head and said: "No. We, China, are a country of etiquette and righteousness, different from the Mongolian barbarians. Jiazi's thesis is to make friends with a pen. The enemy has a pen but no sword, so why do we need weapons?"

This person was unhappy to look at. In this case, Huo Dou didn't want to say anything else. He folded his folding fan and hit Zhu Ziliu in front of his forehead: "Stop talking nonsense, let's wait and see!"

Zhu Ziliu stepped sideways, shook his head, moved his left palm lightly in front of him, and drew the brush of his right hand towards Huo Dou's face.

Huo Du turned his head to avoid it, but seeing the opponent's lightness of movement and strange moves, he did not dare to attack him at the moment. He wanted to see how good his martial arts was before deciding on a countermeasure.

When Huo Du was studying martial arts, he had already decided to go to the Central Plains to establish his reputation. Therefore, King Jinlun once dismantled the famous moves of the famous martial arts schools in China one by one. The "famous" here definitely does not include the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

, Yiyang refers to this unique skill.

It was just a popular commodity that was widely circulated in the world, but it also made Huo Du's self-confidence rapidly expand, and he felt that the martial arts in the Central Plains was nothing more than this.

Unexpectedly, today Zhu Ziliu saw that the weapons he used were already very weird, and his moves were even more unbelievable. He had never heard of them before. He only saw his pen writing horizontally and diagonally in the air, as if writing, but what he was pointing at was actually

There are big holes in the human body everywhere.

Zhu Ziliu is the most famous calligrapher in southern China. Although he studied martial arts, he never gave up writing. Later, the more he practiced martial arts, the better he became. He actually made a direct analogy and integrated the Yiyangzhi with calligraphy.

This Kung Fu is his own creation. No matter how strong other people's martial arts are, if they don't have the foundation, it is really difficult to resist his Kung Fu, which combines martial arts with martial arts and culture with martial arts. Both civil and martial arts reach a superb level.

Fortunately, Huo Du had read scriptures and learned poetry from Han Confucians since he was a child, so he was able to resist the incoming attacks.

At this time, Huo Dou could only see the opponent's calligraphy brush waving. There were acupuncture points in the calligraphy, and there were calligraphy in the acupoints. It was really like silver fishing iron strokes, strong and sharp, and there was an elegant and bookish atmosphere in the majesty.

Guo Jing next to him, who didn't understand literature, was secretly amazed by what he saw.

However, Huang Rong was inherited from her father's family and was good at both civil and martial arts. When she saw Zhu Ziliu's wonderful martial arts, she couldn't help but admire him greatly.

Lu Qing, who was on the steps, had always liked reading. When he saw that Zhu Ziliu could use calligraphy to perform moves, his eyes lit up. However, after looking at it for a while, he couldn't figure it out. He tilted his head and looked at Xiaolong beside him.

The woman asked: "Master, what is this?"

Dragon Girl's eyes followed Zhu Ziliu, and when she heard the question, she casually answered: "Fang Xuanling Monument."

Lu Qing nodded in confusion, then stopped asking, and only focused on looking at Zhu Ziliu in the field.

"Fang Xuanling Stele" is an inscription written by Chu Suiliang, a minister of the Tang Dynasty. It is a masterpiece of regular script. The predecessors commented that Chu's calligraphy is like "the goddess scatters flowers". His calligraphy is strong and graceful, with a look and look, and his pen is soaring and full of uplift and control.

How wonderful.

Zhu Ziliu's "Yi Yang Shu Zhi" uses pen to refer to it, and his strokes are also rigorous and meticulous, just like regular script.

Apart from practicing martial arts, Long Nu's biggest interests are playing the piano and reading books. She has no other entertainment activities all day long, so she can naturally see the techniques used by Zhu Ziliu at a glance.

Although Huo Dou didn't understand the essence of Yiyang Finger, he had finally written "Fang Xuanling Monument" before. He could predict what Zhu Ziliu would write after that horizontal line, but he kept it in an orderly manner without any trace of it.

Failure.

Seeing that he knew this way of calligraphy, Zhu Ziliu changed his strokes one by one and shouted: "Be careful! The cursive script is here."

After saying that, he suddenly took off the hat on his head, threw it to the ground, his long sleeves were flying, and he ran wildly. His moves were not in accordance with the rules at all, but I saw that he was crazy, drunk, or possessed by evil spirits, and his writing skills were dripping, pointing at dragons and snakes.

Guo Fu on the sidelines was stunned for a while, and she said to Huang Rong with a stupid expression, who had been staring at the competition between the two, "Mom, is he crazy?"

Even Lu Yao, who was standing next to Guo Fu, said in a crisp voice: "Is he crazy?"

Glancing slightly at the girl in red, Huang Rong smiled and said, "Well, if I drink three more cups, my writing skills will be even better."

After saying that, the village man next to him picked up the wine pot from the tray in his hand, poured three glasses of wine, and called out: "Brother Zhu, please drink three glasses to cheer me up."

After speaking, he held the glass in his left hand and flicked it with the middle finger of his right hand, and the wine glass flew smoothly over.

Zhu Ziliu raised his pen and drew it out, forcing Huo Dou to take a step away. He took the wine glass with one hand and drank it all in one gulp. Huang Rong then flicked the second glass and then the third glass.

When Huo Du saw the two of them trying to persuade each other to drink in front of the battle, he didn't take him seriously and wanted to knock the wine glass down with a fan. However, Huang Rong followed Zhu Ziliu's writing style and always took advantage of the opportunity to pop out the wine glass, which Huo Du would hit every time. Can't hit.

Zhu Ziliu drank three glasses in a row and shouted: "Thank you very much! Such a handsome finger-picking magical power!"

Huang Rong smiled and said: "Senior Brother Zhu is such a sharp 'self-talk'!"

Zhu Ziliu smiled, but he was thinking to himself: I, Zhu, have always been conceited and smart all my life, but I have always been inferior to this little girl. She has seen through the special skills I have been working on for more than ten years at a glance.

It turns out that what he wrote at this time was the "self-talk" written by Zhang Xu in the Tang Dynasty. Zhang Xu was known as the "Sage of Cursive" and the sage of cursive script.

Du Fu's poem "Song of the Eight Immortals while Drinking" goes: "Zhang Xu takes off his hat and bares his head in front of the prince, and the paper falls like clouds of smoke."

At this time, Lu Qing, who was standing on the high platform, turned to look at Xiao Longnu, who had a calm look on her face, and said, "Master, why do you have to persuade me to drink during the competition?"

The dragon girl's beautiful eyes turned slightly and glanced at Huang Rong, who had a dignified face in the field. She said softly: "I advise him to drink three glasses of wine. Firstly, it is in line with his status of practicing this kind of kung fu. Secondly, it will make him more drunk and his writing skills will be more sharp." , and thirdly, it also frustrates the Mongolian spirit."

After hearing this, Lu Qing couldn't help but suddenly realized, nodded and said: "Oh~"

At this time, Zhu Ziliu saw that the word "dao" that Zhu Ziliu wrote about "carrying men fighting for the road" was drawn up directly on Huo Du's clothes.

Amid the roaring laughter of the crowd, Huo Dou retreated.

Jin Lun Dharma King's eyes opened and closed, as if he didn't care about the battle in front of him, but in fact he could see everything clearly. Seeing that Huo Jun was at a disadvantage, he suddenly spoke, and the heroes could only hear his voice. It was loud, but no one understood what he was saying.

Because the Dharma King was speaking not the Chinese Mandarin, but Tibetan.

Although the heroes did not understand, Huo Dou in the field instantly understood what the master meant. It was a reminder to himself that he could not just stick to it, but must use the "Wind and Thunder Kung Fu" to compete with the opponent.

Then he let out a long whistle, flapped his right sleeve and left sleeve, and blew up a strong wind, rushing toward Zhu Ziliu.

The force of the strong wind was so fierce that the onlookers could not help but step back. They could only hear his shouting and cheering like thunder. It was expected that this "Wind and Thunder Technique", in addition to weapons, fists and kicks, was also a powerful skill to defeat the enemy. means.

Zhu Ziliu held his arms low and strutted high, and they fought evenly with him. The two of them rolled over and fired more than a hundred moves. Zhu Ziliu was about to finish a "self-talk post", but his writing style changed, his moves were slow, and he used The pen is thin and hard, full of ancient charm.

When Huang Rong saw this, she sighed to herself: "The ancients said: 'Thin and hard, you can reach the gods.' This 'Baoxie Road stone carvings' is really a wonder that has never been seen in the ages."

In the field, Huo Dou still used the "Wind and Thunder Kung Fu" to fight against the enemy, but since the opponent was so powerful, he fanned harder accordingly and his shouts became even more fierce. Those who were inferior in martial arts could not stand on the sidelines and couldn't help but move step by step. Retreat to the edge of the patio.

At this time, Zhu Ziliu's brush strokes became more and more clumsy, but his strength gradually increased. His strokes were like spider threads running through the wall, and his strength became weak again.

Huo Dou was secretly frightened and gradually felt elusive.
To be continued...