The tips of the whips hit each other to make a crisp and exciting sound.
As Wang Bo laughed, he shot out a long whip from his left sleeve that was about ten feet long. It seemed to have been hit by the opponent's counter-shock force and turned into a long snake with nine twists and turns, but the amplitude of the fluctuation was unreasonable; because based on what he had just said,
The skill he showed should definitely be better than Yuchi Jingde's.
On the contrary, the young master's Guizang Whip was like a rainbow, whirling around like a dragon and biting the opponent's hand.
Change happens quickly.
Wang Boxun moved the Dingshi whip to the left, which was as thin as a human finger, and advanced in a spiral shape at a height that was difficult to see clearly with the naked eye. Like lightning, he immediately wrapped the Guizang whip tightly and then retreated quickly, not only avoiding the tip of the whip.
The attack also straightened the opponent's whip.
At the same time, another qualitative whip came out of the sleeve, slipped to the ground, and then rushed towards the opponent. When it was about five feet away from the opponent's feet, it stabbed Yuchi Jingde in the abdomen with lightning speed like a poisonous snake sticking out its tongue.
The control of the whip seems to come alive, and the state of arbitrary control is truly breathtaking.
Even Li Shimin's face changed slightly this time. Wang Bo's high skill and strength are truly well-deserved.
Yuchi Jingde, however, was not afraid of the lightning, turned sideways, leaned back, and with the strength of the two whips, he spun half a circle with Wang Bo as the center, and then rushed towards Wang Boji.
After entangling for about two whips, an expanding wave pattern immediately appeared.
Wang Bo snorted coldly.
He had already used his whip to attack the opponent with dozens of internal energies, which shocked the enemy's blood. However, Yuchi Jingde's strength was beyond his expectation, and murderous intent emerged in his heart.
As time goes by, one day Yuchi Jingde will surpass him and become the new generation of whip king.
The right qualitative whip retracts into the sleeve.
Wang Bo sat on his horse, lowered his waist, and shook his whip again. He was full of energy and the tip of the whip immediately pushed Yuchi Jingde back hard. Just when he was about to use his strength to unleash the killer, Yuchi Jingde's return whip suddenly hit his whip as he retreated quickly.
The person holding the whip separated and turned into more than ten whip circles just retreated to Rong Fengxiang. He cupped his hands and saluted, saying: The prince's whip technique is indeed unparalleled in the world. Jingde will benefit a lot tonight.
I would like to thank the prince for his success. Wang Bo secretly lamented that it was a pity that he could only pretend to be open-minded and magnanimous on the surface. He pulled back his sleeves and chuckled: "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. Wang is old!"
Amidst the thunderous applause, Rong Fengxiang pretended to be the host and waited attentively for the two of them to return to the table. At this time, Hou Xibai went to the garden outside.
At this time, Rong Jiaojiao, Dong Shuni and other young people gathered at Rong Fengxiang's table to toast the birthday boy, and the joyful and warm atmosphere replaced the earlier shadow of whipping palms.
After taking turns to toast, Rong Fengxiang went to the first two halls to socialize surrounded by all the generations.
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Zheng Shiru still showed his talents to Shang Xiufang through Kou Zhong. However, he was indeed knowledgeable and talented, ranging from speaking and singing literature such as Bianwen, scriptures, lyrics, poems, books, Fu, etc. to music, dance, Baixi, drinking, acting, and even music.
The creation of lyrics, the rise of legends, and the development of narrative poems are all vivid, nuanced, and insightful.
Even though Kou Zhong was hostile to him, even though he had a close relationship with the Yingui sect, he had to admit that his knowledge in this area could be regarded as the senior master of Master Bai, that is, he was on the same level as his grand master Kou Zhong.
What surprised him even more was that Shang Xiufang was not inferior to the other party in answering questions, showing that her knowledge in all aspects was no less than that of the Henan madman Zheng Shiru. Zheng Shiru, intentionally or unintentionally, brought the question out to the ladies at the table to participate in the discussion, which made the atmosphere even more intense.
For blazing.
But Kou Zhong couldn't get a word in.
He paid special attention to Bai Qing'er's reaction and found that not only was she not jealous of Zheng Shiru's attentiveness to Shang Xiufang, but she also helped Kou Zhong from time to time to make Kou Zhong feel more confused about the relationship between them.
Zheng Shuming and Yun Yuzhen both said little and only glanced at Kou Zhong from time to time, making him quite uncomfortable. At this time, a young man named Ling Wei beside the fashionable Xiufang was talking about Qiluo, which was becoming popular at that time. Figure painting. This son is the son of Ling Mou, the mayor of Mihangshe in the north. His father and Rong Fengxiang were at the same table, which shows his status.
Industry associations are products of trade shows. Industry peers often form their own private organizations such as societies, Yishes, and Yishes to increase their momentum and influence. At the same time, they determine a unified price to avoid vicious competition.
Large communes such as rice, silk, silk, and salt are more tightly organized and require certain qualifications and procedures to join the commune. Once you join the commune, you are often not allowed to leave the commune easily, and there are even provisions for succession after the death of the father.
In addition to being outstanding in their profession, the elders who can become presidents must be popular in both black and white. Without the support of these communities, any political power will be difficult to stand. For example, Rong Fengxiang is the president of the northern gambling industry, Lian Luoyang. The gang wanted him to replace Shangguan Long as the boss, which shows his high moral standing.
I just heard Ling Wei say: In previous generations, most of the paintings of ladies were of martyr or filial daughters, with the meaning of admonishment. Today's paintings of ladies are eclectic, including outings, practicing, taking photos, leaning against each other, playing chess, and even taking a bath. My brother I once admired the name of such beauties from Xisichuan and went to search for them. I was delighted to find three paintings. All of them are exquisite in painting skills. The silk painting method used is fine, powerful, gentle and moving, making the beauties in the paintings ready to be seen. If Sister Xiufang is free tomorrow, can you come to my humble house to appreciate it? We must walk backwards to meet you.
Kou Zhong secretly laughed in his heart. It seemed that Zheng Shiru had met another public suitor.
This son of a rich man in the rice trade was born with a handsome appearance, a personable manner, and a good conversational skills. Although not as good as Hou Xibai, he was the same type of man who could easily win the favor of women.
I don't know if it was because she had an appointment with Kou Zhongshang, but Xiufang was unmoved by his invitation. She frowned lightly and said:
Mr. Ling is so polite and complimentary, but you have to wait until my next trip to Luoyang!
Zheng Shiru didn't wait for Ling Wei to have the opportunity to work hard again and said with a smile: "Brother Kou, what do you think of Qiluo's figure painting?"
Everyone's eyes were focused on Kou Zhong because he seemed to have become mute and said nothing since he started talking about literature and art.
In Kou Zhong's heart, even Zheng Shiru's eighteenth generation of ancestors scolded Qi. At this moment, he could only think of the fan-faced beauties in Hou Xibai's paintings, but he smiled calmly and said: I am a layman in calligraphy and painting, so what great opinions can I have? I only know good paintings. When writing, you must be as precise as using a knife. No more, no more, no more than half a millimeter, and the strokes must be as detailed as possible. Please forgive me for making fun of the Fang family!
Shang Xiufang was moved and said: Mr. Kou's words not only revealed a deep feeling but also unique insights. How could they be the words of a layman?
Before Kou Zhong could feel complacent, Bai Qing'er pursed her lips, smiled, and said coquettishly: "It turns out that Mr. Kou is an appraiser of paintings. Everyone wonders what Mr. Kou's opinions are on the use of color?"
Kou Zhong knew full well that she wanted to help Zheng Shiru to make himself embarrassed in front of Shang Xiufang. He didn't even know what materials colors were made of or what role they played in painting. The worst thing was that the only artist he knew was from Hou. The beauty paintings hand-painted by Xibai Miao are all ink works and half of the colors are lacking. It is simply beyond praise.
Fortunately, when it comes to urgency, he is a top-notch master. When he couldn't stand it hard, he used a trick and said solemnly:
Just by listening to Mrs. Qing'er's words, I know that she is a master of painting. I wonder if I guessed wrong?
Bai Qing'er was slightly stunned and thought that Kou Zhong had not only been to her studio, but also secretly hid in her big cabinet where she kept drawing papers. After a while, she was puzzled and said: "I have indeed studied painting, but it's not what it is."
On what basis did Master Kou make such a guess?
Kou Zhong saw that even Zheng Shuming was looking at him with wide eyes. He was amused in his heart. He first gave Shang Xiufang and Yun Yuzhen each a bright smile before he calmly said: This principle is very simple, just like people who love swordsmanship know how to use it.
I am interested in the secrets of the sword. Frankly speaking, I am interested in what kind of girl! Oh! It’s not that kind of girl, but I am just appreciating paintings. In my humble opinion, paintings that produce colorful effects without using color are the highest artistic conception in painting. If you don’t believe it,
Please ask Brother Hou to open his folding fan and have a look. Ha! As soon as Cao Cao Cao Cao came.
Everyone followed his gaze and saw Hou Xibai's handsome figure.
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Linglongjiao returned to her seat and leaned close to Xu Ziling and whispered: "The prince has something to say. We will leave immediately when Boss Rong comes back from the toast."
Xu Zilingtou said he knew about it and told Chen Changlin on the other side.
Xing Mofei, who was opposite him, was looking at him intently and smiled and said: Why do I always feel that Brother Qin looks familiar? Have we met there before?
The pseudonym Xu Ziling now uses is Qin Jieyuan. Although he picked it up casually, his surname is Qin Chuan, the concubine's name. After thinking about it, he felt a little strange.
The two Tyuhun beauties, Na'an and Hua Li, couldn't help but look at him with their big eyes. It seemed that his one-of-a-kind majestic figure could make these foreign beauties give birth even if they lacked a handsome face.
interest.
Xu Ziling used his luck to change his voice and replied with a smile: Maybe he had bumped into Brother Xing on the street somewhere. We didn't know each other at that time, so now we have the feeling of déjà vu.
Xing Mofei laughed and said: Brother Qin's words contain profound truth, which shows that he is definitely not an ordinary person. But I have never heard of Brother Qin's name. This is indeed strange.
Linglongjiao said coldly: Master Duoxing from the Central Plains is the first time he arrived in the Central Plains and has never heard the name of Brother Qin. Why is it strange?
Xing Mofei did not show any displeasure because of her tit-for-tat confrontation and said calmly: Before I came here, I worked hard and asked myself. I know a lot about the famous masters of various schools in China, so I am curious about Brother Qin. I just don’t know.
Brother Qin is an expert from Apai?
Xu Ziling said calmly: Please forgive me for trying to hide my identity. This is the order of Master Shangshu. Please forgive me, Brother Xing.
Xing Mofei smiled and stopped asking.
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Varied!
Hou Xibai's folding fan opened slightly to reveal an image of a beautiful woman standing on the fan. The image of clear blue orchid, musk, fragrant skin, moist jade and plump muscles is only an ink painting, but as Kou Zhong said, it is not half-color but has its own five-color beauty. The most rare thing
It expresses the stunning beauty of the beautiful woman's light body and her thin and transparent body in a most vivid and appropriate way.
Shang Xiufang let out a cry of astonishment and said: When did Mr. Hou write his concubine's identity on the fan? The beautiful figure of the willow tree might stain the young master's precious fan.
Everyone could see from Shang Xiufang's expression that she was deeply moved by Hou Xibai's painting skills. In fact, all the men and women at the table were also moved by Hou Xibai's exquisite brushwork.
Yun Yuzhen's beautiful eyes showed a jealous look but she had no choice but to do anything. From the beginning, she knew Hou Xibai's temperament of being merciless everywhere.
All the girls including Zheng Shuming and Bai Qing'er were envious.
Kou Zhongze was the only one who felt liberated.
Far away, Li Xiuning, and more recently, Song Yuzhi suffered two emotional blows that happened in different time and space. In addition, Yun Yuzhen and Dong Shuni, who had a sexual relationship with him, were secretly plotting to harm him, which made him extremely indifferent to so-called love. Homeland
Although the seductive Shang Xiufang seemed to be very fond of him, he could not arouse any interest in her and considered it an unnecessary annoyance.
If Shang Xiufang turns her target to Hou Xibai, he will only be happy instead of jealous.
Zheng Shiru, however, was momentarily panicked because he saw such a strong opponent coming out of nowhere and was unable to parry.
Hou Xibai put away the folding fan and softly chanted: Whose girl's pink breasts are embroidered with fragrance, and she spreads the stars and sings the spring words. Miss Fang has the beauty to captivate the country and the art of turning all living beings upside down. Xibai worships her.
Any woman would not be moved by this man's literary talents, his elegant diction, and his elegance in words.
Kou Zhong laughed and said: My understanding of Qiluo paintings comes from the vivid and fragrant beauties painted on Brother Hou's fan.
Now that Brother Hou is here, you don't have to listen to my nonsense anymore!
Shang Xiufang glanced at him and wondered secretly that this person was so broad-minded that he would not be jealous at all.
She traveled all over the country and saw the faces of all living beings. Men like Kou Zhong who were qualified to pursue her always tried their best to outperform other opponents in front of her, like a peacock spreading its tail to win her attention.
Only a special person like Kou Zhong went against the grain and praised others vigorously.
Thinking of this, Hou Xibai's shock could not help but weaken a bit.
At this time, Song Lu came to greet everyone and said to Kou Zhong: Come! I want to have a few words with you. Kou Zhong apologized and walked out of the half-corridor outside the side door.
Bursts of noise came from the direction of the first two halls. Song Lu stood leaning on the railing and stared at the fish pond and said in a deep voice: Have you offended Zhizhi?
Kou Zhong smiled bitterly and said: Is she gone?
Song Lutou said: She just left without even listening to my words.
Kou Zhong sighed deeply and was speechless.
It’s over!
He and Song Yuzhi were completely finished and there was no hope of recovery. But he could not blame anyone but himself.
Song Lu suddenly said: What are your plans?
Kou Zhong said dejectedly: Which aspect is Uncle Lu referring to?
Song Lu sighed: I'm not sure either way. In fact, it's all right. I just want to know what plan you have in mind. Just now at the table, everyone seemed polite on the surface, but in fact they were very hostile, but there was something behind their words.
Then his eyes moved to his face and he said in a deep voice: You must have a heart, Wang Shichong. He hinted to Wang Shichong many times that you are a very ambitious person with despicable means.
Kou Zhong smiled bitterly and was speechless.
Once you are involved in this torrent of world hegemony, all kinds of troubles and dangers will follow, making it difficult for people to guard against.
Song Lu said in a low voice: How sure are you of getting out of Yang Gong's treasure house? I think Li Shimin is watching this with covetous eyes and will never allow you to succeed, lest it destroy the current situation that is favorable to him.
Kou Zhong could only say: This is still unknown. Alas! What happened to Yuzhi when he left?
Song Ludao: You should know that her character keeps everything in her heart. Don’t take her matters to heart. Maybe she will change her mind later when she loses her temper.
Then he patted him on the shoulder and said: Just go ahead and do it! I will put in a good word for you. Fortunately, you are from the south and we are closer to each other.
Kou Zhong said in astonishment: Uncle Lu means...
Song Lu's eyes fell on a clump of peonies beside the fish pond and he snorted coldly: The tribes of the northern tribes have been trying to destroy our nobles with pure blood and culture in the south. Although Yang Jian and others are trying to adapt to the south, they intend to restore the orthodox bones of our Han dynasty.
Aren't you still a barbarian? If you can rule the north with southerners, our Song family will definitely support you, do you understand?
Kou Zhong was greatly refreshed and said: I understand!
There was a lot of noise in the hall.
Rong Fengxiang finally came back from the entertainment.