Chapter 1242: Replace martial arts with pens (2/2)
In a short period of communication, he has determined that this white-haired old man is by no means the kind of bad old man who will suddenly blacken out, so he hopes to let himself pass through.
”No no no.”
The old man with white hair said, ”My Nebula, I rarely use a knife and a gun with others in this life, if I have to win the battle.”
Having said that, he held up the stylus and said, ”I will use it.”
”...”
Jun Chang smiled slightly.
The old man's writing brush is similar to his own pointing, but every single hair is made of iron-like minerals. Can it be fought with a jab?
”brush!”
Just then, a thing flew over.
Jun Chang smiled immediately, but took a closer look and realized that a very large piece of rice paper was flying in, and then hung in front of him.
”Since Xiaoyou also has a pen, and he is proficient in poems and songs, we will use pen and ink to determine the outcome.”
Xingyunzi asked, ”How do you like it?”
This matchmaking method is very interesting.
However, Jun Chang laughed: ”It's not a matter of comparing psionic power and strength. How can we tell the difference?”
Xingyunzi said: ”Everyone writes a word with a different charm and a special soul. As long as they are compared, they can naturally distinguish between victory and defeat.
”Just writing?” Jun Chang laughed.
”of course.”
Xingyunzi laughed: ”If a friend is very researchable about his poems, he can also write them, and the words and poems have the same meaning, and they have an inner soul.”
”it is good!”
Jun Chang smiled and arched his hand and said, ”Replace the martial arts with a pen!”
”please!”
”You are the longest, you first please.”
Xingyunzi did not give up, gently lifted the stylus in his hand, not the strength of martial arts poured from the thin palm into the nib, then stood up and wrote on rice paper.
Every stroke, every painting.
All exude an extraordinary atmosphere!
”This is the master!”
Jun Changxiao just looked atfrom the perspective of an onlooker, and he was deeply shocked. Even from the other party's impulse, he seemed to feel the mystery of different paths, although it was not martial arts.
”brush!”
”brush!”
Xingyunzi wrote extremely elegantly, until it fell in place, the tip of the stylus pen in the hand gradually faded, and the rice paper erected behind him was written with two lines of characters—floating dust and dots.
”Senior Genius!”
Although Jun Changxiao is not an elegant person, although he doesn't have much research on poems, he can also see the tendency of swallowing mountains and rivers from two paragraphs, especially the words are written quite well, and they can be framed and stored!
”Little friend!”
Nebula said: ”Please!”
”I am ugly!” Jun Chang smiled on tiptoe, and the whole man flew up, pointing at the flashing lights of the mountains and mountains, and then writing on the rice paper.
Although the dog's leftover character is a bit cheap, he is still very talented in writing, especially when he rises in the sky, a power from the east emerges from his body!
The great Hua Xia Jun always laughed. He inherited the fine traditions of Hua Xia. At this moment, the poet Xian Li Bai, Shi Sheng Du Fu, and the poet Li He possessed souls. He is not alone, he is not alone!
”brush!”
”brush!”
Write a thunderstorm and make every effort!
Nebula first frowned, followed by a slightly dull expression, and finally became ecstatic.
”tread!”
Slightly, Jun Chang laughed and fell down, if he was not hairless, he would surely shake his head like a show in front of the camera.
As for the rice paper behind, it reads--
Shi Wanshou.
Sake Qianji.
How many times have I watched Hou Wang!
The system growled: ”After a long time, I still copied the ancient poems of my ancestors!”
”I.”
Jun Chang smiled and stood proudly, and said, ”Are you proud?”
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PS, 5th more.