Someone in the audience had noticed the clues and said with a smile: "This is indeed not just a competition of martial arts. You also need to have a rich accumulation of poems to be able to write smoothly after overcoming the writing skills!"
Several friends of Nangong Pushe mocked: "Although this Yun Xiucai has seized the pen, he doesn't know where to start.
Haha, Mr. Nangong left less than one character, I guess he can’t even guess what the character is!”
There were constant voices of sarcasm and ridicule in his ears, but after three lives, Xu Yin's character had been sharpened like iron and stone, so it was impossible for him to be affected by it.
He looked at the handwriting left by Nangong Pushe on the paper and smiled lightly.
Nangong Pushe didn't know where he learned the thin gold calligraphy, and his handwriting was gorgeous and extraordinary. However, he wanted speed, so when he started writing, the handwriting was not large, so the impact was naturally less.
Xu Yin simply stroked his pen heavily, and stroked one stroke after another, as if he was not writing, but carving!
The brush fell with his extremely heavy horizontal strokes, folds and hooks, and actually completely covered all the characters written by Nangong Pushe. The method was rough and direct, but also unusually heroic.
Nangong Pushe's expression changed. Naturally, he couldn't wait for Xu Yin to finish writing a word. You must know that in such a competition, the less he writes, the easier it is to change the opponent's writing style.
If it were written in two characters, and you had to follow these two characters to write your own stuff, it would be as difficult as climbing to the sky!
The tip of his pen inserted in again, and this time he no longer held back his hand. The inner strength and clever energy came out smoothly and got entangled in Xu Yin's strokes. Their strokes were stagnant, and no one could pull the brush to continue writing.
Xu Yin secretly used his inner energy, intending to use his true power to bounce it away.
However, Nangong Pushe gave way to his pen tip, and then hit the tip of Xu Yin's pen with the top of the pen barrel, turning the stroke he originally made into the stroke Nangong Pushe wanted to complete.
Xu Yin's brush strokes were entangled again, and Nangong Pushe saw every move, but there was actually a whip technique hidden in the strokes of his strokes, using softness to overcome hardness, which was hard to understand.
Lu Xiaofeng stood up, frowned and said: "That Mr. Nangong has obviously been training frequently in the technique of blending strokes with whips. Yun Xiucai has never been exposed to this kind of martial arts, and the rules prohibit touching the opponent's body. It is very difficult to break this technique."
difficulty."
Hua Manlou said: "It's a pity that I can't see it, but from the momentum of the confrontation between the two, I can feel that Mr. Yun is in a difficult situation."
Some people in the hall couldn't help but cheer loudly, praising Nangong Pushe's exquisite brushwork.
It seemed that Xu Yin had difficulty regaining the initiative. If he continued, it would be difficult for him to save the situation by the time Nangong Pushe finished the two words.
At this time, Xu Yin glanced at King Taiping, suddenly smiled, dipped the tip of his pen into the thick ink, and suddenly inserted the pen like a dagger into the place where Nangong servant dropped the pen.
The strokes of his pen were so powerful and heavy that Nangong Pushe's pen was so heavy that it was difficult to move at all.
Nangong Pushe looked at Xu Yin and said, "Master Yun, are you trying to cheat?"
Xu Yin shook his head and said: "No, it's just that the pens held by you and me are too small. The poem I want to complete is a posthumous poem from the late Tang Dynasty. It should not be set off with a weak writing style, but should be expressed with a heroic pen."
Nangong Pushe sneered: "Then you should write it down and take a look!"
A writing brush is a writing brush after all. Those with deep internal strength can make the tip of the pen harder than gold and iron, but this will also damage the paper, and it will inevitably fail according to the rules.
Therefore, if you want to suppress the opponent's pen without destroying the paper, you cannot rely solely on strong force.
Nangong Pushe believed that once Xu Yin started writing at this time, he would not be able to restrict his writing style, and he would also be at a disadvantage and watch his writing follow the trend.
While waiting for Xu Yin to start writing, he suddenly found that the tip of his pen was being pressed down by the other party and forced him to write.
The two pens seemed to merge into one, and the words they wrote were extremely heavy and deep.
Nangong Pushe was horrified to find that no matter how hard he struggled, the strength penetrating into his pen would be inexplicably transferred by the other party, or simply dissipated out of thin air.
This is the Kung Fu of the Great Shift of the Universe combined with Tai Chi Jin. If there is any Kung Fu in the world that can best use softness to overcome hardness, I am afraid no one can match Xu Yin's skill!
What kind of evil skill is this?!
Nangong Pushe's proud skill of using softness to overcome hardness was of no use. No matter how he changed the hardness and softness of his strokes, he could not take the initiative.
I saw Xu Yin pressing his pen and successfully finished writing the first character, which happened to be arranged in a right-angled triangle position with the two characters he had written before.
The arrangement of the three words on the paper looks like this:
when
time and place
With just these three words, no one can guess which poem they wrote was taken from.
After all, according to the rules, there is no requirement that two people must start from the first few words of a poem, as long as it can become a complete poem when it is finally written.
Seeing Xu Yin writing faster and faster, the tip of the pen was both hard and soft, as if it was harmonized by Tai Chi. Any force added by others would be blended or eliminated by Tai Chi. Nangong Pushe could no longer remain calm.
Many guests in the audience also noticed that something was wrong with Nangong Pushe. They all looked at each other in surprise and fell silent.
Xu Yin pulled Nangong Pushe's pen and was about to complete the fourth character, which was the character "Han" on the side of the ground.
Nangong Pushe violently squeezed the table, intending to distract Xu Yin's writing skills. Xu Yin immediately moved his body, but Nangong Pushe cunningly stood at the place where Xu Yin was about to land, and forcibly touched the porcelain.
If Xu Yin hits Nangong Pushe when he lands, he will naturally lose according to the rules.
Xu Yin suddenly stretched out his left hand and clamped the surface of the table with his five fingers. He overcame the inertia and stood upside down on the table. His right hand did not leave the paper and still controlled Nangong Pushe's pen to continue writing.
Nangong Pushe was so embarrassed that he could not think about how to turn defeat into victory, he only wanted to destroy Xu Yin.
Suddenly he stretched his legs and kicked them, and the four legs of the square table seemed to break at the same time, and the entire tabletop lost its force and fell downwards!
Seeing this, everyone exclaimed at the same time. In this case, Xu Yin's writing must be unstable.
But regardless of whether Xu Yin's writing is stable or not, the skill he exerts on the table will inevitably be scattered.
Nangong Pushe also took the opportunity to regain control of Bi Feng.
Xu Yin, on the other hand, shot the square table diagonally with the wind of his palm before it landed on the ground. The whole table flipped several times in mid-air and actually stayed in the air for a short time!
Xu Yin took the opportunity to stand firm and prepare to press the table to continue writing.
But Nangong Pushe took advantage of the situation and slapped the corner of the table that was constantly turning, making it turn faster!
The rice paper was crushed to death on the table by the two of them in turn, but it was not damaged.
The two people stood facing each other, and the table kept flipping over in the middle of the two people, as if it would never fall to the ground.
At this time, no matter who wants to write on the turned table, the other person will definitely increase the speed of turning the table, making it impossible for the other person to complete.
At this time, Nangong Pushe could no longer add new characters to the five characters that Xu Yin had written in random order, otherwise he would have to lose if he could not form a complete poem.
But since he couldn't finish a poem at this time, it would naturally make Xu Yin unable to finish it!
The corners of Nangong Pushe's mouth were slightly raised, showing his arrogance and pride.
Xu Yin looked into the other person's eyes, shook his head slightly, and said, "Mr. Nangong, you have already lost."
"But you didn't win either."
Xu Yin laughed and said, "That's not necessarily the case!"
A martial arts figure who supported Nangong Pushe said: "You nerd named Yun, please stop showing off. The table is turning over so fast. How can you finish writing?"