Chapter 182 The true meaning of cursive characters
"roll!"
Su Haoran couldn't bear it anymore. He turned back suddenly, pointed at Xia Xue's nose and cursed: "You are a girl, you can say anything, do you still know what integrity is?"
"Me!" Xia Xue shivered after being scolded, her big bright eyes flashing with a sense of grievance.
"Su Haoran, you are too arrogant."
Nanhai King Xia Zhongqiu quickly walked up to Su Haoran and scolded loudly: "Although I cherish your talents and am willing to train you with all my heart, you kid has repeatedly targeted the princess. If I don't teach you a lesson or suppress you,
Arrogant, I think you will go to heaven in the future!"
This time Xia Xue did not speak for Su Haoran. It seemed that she also wanted to use Nanhai King to force Su Haoran.
But whether it was Xia Zhongqiu or Xia Xue, they both thought wrong.
As a human emperor with a hegemonic body, he still existed as the Xianwu Emperor in his previous life. Is it possible for him to be oppressed by them?
Su Haoran looked directly at the King of Nanhai and said in a neither humble nor arrogant tone: "I wonder how the prince will teach me a lesson? Do you still want to bully the small with your strength?"
The head-on conflict between these two people attracted others.
Li Xiran frowned and said, "Lao Xia, do you think it's appropriate for you to bully the juniors like this in your capacity? Come on, if you really want to fight, I, Lao Li, will accompany you."
You must know that Xia Zhongqiu belongs to the direct line of the royal family, and his status is extremely unusual.
For Su Haoran, Li Xiran dared to confront him head-on, which was considered a fight.
Xia Zhongqiu sneered: "Old Li, don't think that I don't dare to fight you. But if I try hard today, I'm afraid you will all say that I am domineering behind my back. How about this, how about a fight between me and Su Haoran?"
"What kind of literary battle?" Li Xiran asked.
Xia Zhongqiu said: "Chinese martial arts are extensive and profound, and the principles of civil and martial arts also have contrasting skills. Fists, feet, swords, and chess correspond to calligraphy and painting. I will play a game with him using chess, calligraphy, and painting. Is that okay?"
"No!" Li Xiran was even more anxious this time.
But Su Haoran waved his hand and said: "I will compete with him."
"You!" Li Xiran was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
Wu Zuozun stepped forward and said: "Boy, you have to think carefully before you speak. When Nanhai King was young, he was a famous talent in Daxia. His calligraphy and writing skills are unparalleled in the literary world."
"The future life is terrible!"
Hu Xiao, the King of Beihai, said with a sigh: "I think we can compete with each other. Haoran is young, so it wouldn't be embarrassing to lose."
Su Haoran personally agreed, and Hu Xiao said that they could compete, so Li Xiran couldn't stop him now.
Of course, Li Xiran also understood that Su Haoran's repeated scolding by Xia Zhongqiu today had already made the overbearing old man dissatisfied. If the old guy didn't regain his face, he might have to cause trouble for Su Haoran in the future.
Su Haoran acted like a newborn calf not afraid of tigers in front of these old princes, and asked confidently: "Your Majesty, what should we compete with first, and how?"
Xia Zhongqiu's eyes were bright and he said: "Choose three competitions in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and you will win two out of three games. After you lose, you just need to solemnly apologize to me and agree to marry Princess Snow."
"What if I win?" Su Haoran asked.
"Haha! You compete with me, do you still want to win?"
Xia Zhongqiu sneered: "Okay, tell me, what do you want if you win?"
Su Haoran said: "Your majestic prince must have a rich family, I don't want more, just ten pieces of spiritual jade!"
"Ten yuan, you have a big appetite!"
Xia Zhongqiu laughed angrily. Even if he was the King of Nanhai, even if he was directly related to the royal family, and even if his family was wealthy, asking him to take out ten pieces of spiritual jade at once would be like cutting flesh from his body.
But of course he would not be stopped by Su Haoran, so he nodded and said: "I have made a bet with you, and I will not bully you. Which one do you want to compete with first?
"
Su Haoran said confidently: "Isn't the prince an excellent swordsman and pen? I am not talented, so I am willing to compete with your pen and sword with my sword of ink."
"Okay, get the pen and ink!" Xia Zhongqiu pointed towards the long table aside.
"Please!" Su Haoran walked to the table.
The guard on the side quickly fetched pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
The two of them were facing each other at the same table, and while they were grinding, their eyes were already clashing like swords.
Swish swish!
Gradually, Su Haoran's grinding technique began to speed up, and the sound of sword sharpening actually came from the inkstone.
The sound was not loud at first, but gradually it hurt people's eardrums.
"What a domineering sword spirit!"
Hu Xiao's eyes lit up when he saw it, he raised his head and laughed and said: "Let me just say, you can compare, just with this sword intention, the pen and ink may not be successful, but it is already in an invincible position."
"Lao Hu, can you be quiet?"
Xia Zhongqiu was upset after hearing this. He picked up his pen and dyed it with ink, turned his wrist lightly, and wrote quickly on the rice paper. He quickly wrote four words, "Invincible!"
"With good momentum, the pen is like a knife, and between the hooks and folds, it is like the sharp edge is exposed."
"The pen knife is so heavy that every word seems to split the paper and ink and jump off the paper."
"Just these four words, if put on the market, it can sell for 20 million!"
As soon as these four characters came out, although the other princes were unhappy with Xia Zhongqiu's behavior of overestimating others, they had to admit that his calligraphy was really majestic.
Even though this old guy is over fifty years old, his writing still shows the fierceness of a young man.
Being praised by several Lao Wang, Xia Zhongqiu's face showed a hint of excitement, and he also cast a contemptuous look at Su Haoran.
But Su Haoran was not afraid at all. He dipped his pen in ink and said with a sneer: "Famous is not as good as meeting, that's all!"
But that's it?
Xia Zhongqiu was so angry that he clenched his right hand violently, and the brush broke into two pieces with a click.
At the same time, Su Haoran put the pen down on the paper, horizontally like drawing a sword out of its scabbard, and when he put the pen away, he was like a peerless swordsman stabbing and drawing freely, until the point was reached.
Immediately, two vertical swords were hung upright, and the pen was upright like a giant sword hanging on a monument, and it was also like an ancient general holding a sword against the sun, ready to send his troops out for battle.
“What a spirit!”
"Although it only has a cursive prefix, its sword intent already has the style of a peerless swordsman."
"I don't know what words he wants to write, but just looking at the power of these three strokes, it is already... not weaker than Lao Xia's 'invincible'!"
Several old princes who were watching were amazed by this cursive prefix.
Xia Zhongtian, who had been silent just now, was originally mentally facing Xia Zhongqiu, but now he also expressed his sincere admiration.
Xia Zhongqiu, who was a master of calligraphy, was so frightened that he took half a step back after seeing these three strokes made by Su Haoran.
Su Haoran then continued to use ink, and after a few strokes, a cursive character appeared on the paper.
Especially in the last vertical stroke, the ink is lifted lightly with the tip of the hair. It seems that the strokes are getting lighter and lighter, but in fact the sword intention remains on the paper, forming a powerful force that penetrates the back of the paper.
"What a great cursive character. When I first wrote the first cursive character, I just had the feeling of a swordsman's peerlessness. But when I finished the last stroke, I had the power of a swordsman wielding a sword."
"Although I'm not very good at writing, I know how to write. Su Haoran actually combined regular script and cursive script into one. He has the honesty and frankness of the sword, but also has the bohemian character. If it is not as powerful as the sword, just from the calligraphy skills
Looking up, Su Haoran has already won."
"It's a literary competition. Anyway, it's about looking at calligraphy. When it comes to calligraphy, Su Haoran wins."
Xia Zhongtian, Hu Xiao, and Li Xiran made their attitudes clear at this time, and even bluntly said that Su Haoran was the winner.
This time, Su Haoran did not use the exchange skill, but his handwriting was good. In terms of vision and state of mind,
The Xianwu Emperor in his previous life was also far superior to his opponents countless times.
Xia Zhongqiu knew that his calligraphy was not as good as Su Haoran's, but at this time he said stubbornly: "Our literary competition is also a competition of martial arts. How can we be considered a winner just because the handwriting is beautiful?"
Su Haoran smiled contemptuously and said: "Don't admit defeat?"
"Of course I won't accept it, unless you can tell me the reason why I should accept defeat." Xia Zhongqiu said with a pinched neck.
"Then listen carefully."
Su Haoran pointed to his grass character and said solemnly: "Herbs and all things have weak roots. They seem incompetent and powerless, but wildfires cannot burn them out, and they grow again when the spring breeze blows. Although grass blades are fragile, their blades can cut through the thickest branches in the world.
With my shameless face, do you think I can win?"
"You!" Xia Zhongqiu knew that Su Haoran meant something, and his face instantly turned red.
Su Haoran continued: "Those who have practiced martial arts to the extreme can even hurt people by picking up flowers and flying leaves. Although grass is weak, it has the power to kill people. I use grass with weak roots to represent my origin. As long as the grass roots are not cut off, I can
It is like a swordsman's heart that keeps sprouting new shoots. If the sword's heart is not extinguished, the sword's will will never cease."
Uh-huh-huh!
The onlookers nodded repeatedly when they heard this, and even Xia Xue had little stars twinkling in her eyes.
But Xia Zhongqiu was still unconvinced. He pressed his hands on the table and retorted: "What's the use of talking about these bullshit theories? Does it mean that you can surpass me in martial arts?"
"Then I'll let you see the true meaning of the word "草"!" As Su Haoran spoke, he raised his hand and touched his rice paper.
Choking!
Immediately, a gentle sword sound sounded quietly, like the sound of a sharp sword being unsheathed.
Su Haoran's sword intention left on the paper flew forward and cut Xia Zhongqiu's 'Invincible' into two pieces with a sharp stab.
"It's so amazing. His sword intention can be used to convey power through Mo."
"This guy gave us another surprise. He is an all-round talent! I want to buy this character."
"Don't argue with me, I want the cursive character Su Haoran."
Several old princes started scrambling for words as they had done in the afternoon.
Xia Zhongqiu was speechless this time. Seeing that the four-character pen he had just written was cut off, his chest heaved violently.
Seeing that he still seemed unconvinced, Su Haoran simply killed someone and said again: "The true meaning of my writing this cursive character is not to show off my sword power, but to tell you that if I show my true ability to compete with you, I can win in one go."
"Fuck you!"
"Wow, what a domineering and manly man!"
Xia Xue, a princess with an eccentric temper, seemed to be completely conquered by Su Haoran's foul words, and she even let out a sigh of praise like a little fan girl.
Xia Zhongqiu was so angry that Su Haoran explained the true meaning of the word "grass" in his last sentence. He finally raised his hand and tore off the word "grass" in front of him, and said loudly: "Okay, I lose this round, what's next?
What's the game?"
Su Haoran said domineeringly: "It's up to you to decide. I can defeat you in one go. If I choose a topic, it's tantamount to bullying you."
"Okay, okay, little fanatic, then I will play piano with you in the next round!" Xia Zhongqiu said fiercely.
"no!"
This time, the other three princes spoke at the same time.
"Lao Xia, you have played the piano since you were a child, and the strings are like a strong bow and the sound is like arrows. Do you want to kill someone?"
"Haoran, don't compare with him. Lao Xia's musical skills are too powerful. You can't be his opponent."
"Xia Zhongqiu, why don't you two play chess together? Competing at chess won't hurt your health."
Faced with the kindness of several princes, Su Haoran smiled slightly and said: "It doesn't matter if you play the piano, then it's settled, two out of three games, I won the Lingyu in a hurry, I...eh? Where are my cursive characters?
Did you? Which of you stole my words?"
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