Chapter 70 (1/2)

Chen ang couldn't help laughing when he heard the speech. Murong Bo's ambition to restore the country has lost his mind. For national affairs, he can sacrifice everything and use everything without sacrificing means. He puts personal grievances and the happiness of his family in the second place. But this ruthlessness can be called an owl.

Even though he was very concerned about murongfu at this time, in the face of his humiliating enemy, as long as he was valuable, he even tried every means to win over. I don't know whether it was ridiculous or pathetic. From a certain point of view, such perseverance is admirable.

”Old Sir, you underestimate Chen!” Chen ang said negatively, ”the great cause you pursue may be worth everything in your eyes, but what is it in Chen's eyes?”

”What you said is that the earth is sealed as the king, with great fame and wealth.” Chen ang gave a slight meal and turned to look at Murong Bo. ”I'm sorry, Chen still doesn't pay attention.”

”All achievements and fame in the world are dust. I just want to be like this bright moon for thousands of years.”

His tone was calm and his eyes were sincere, but the content made murongbo unable to suppress his anger. ”If you refuse, just refuse me. Pull these empty words to make me look down on you. I just ask you, will you share the great song dynasty with me?”

”No!”

A clear voice, without a trace of anxiety, came from Chen ang.

Murong Bo held his fists, and a layer of tenacious Qi appeared on his two iron fists. Duan Yu even saw Murong Bo trembling slightly, obviously trying to suppress himself. ”You have to think clearly. If you say it, you can't recover it.”

”I thought I had made it very clear. If you still don't understand, I'll say it again.” Chen ang said coldly. Murongbo's answer was only the decisive word.

”No”

”Good, good, good!” Murong Bo even said three ”good” words. He was already in a hurry. He was calm and raised his palm. Duan Yu felt it a few feet away. However, Murong Bo was silent. He suddenly put down his meat palm. With a flash of his body, he took down a large hand hung by Chen ang on the wall.

This surprised Chen ang. He didn't give up the hope of persuading him. Indeed, he is an indomitable and flexible generation of owls. His mind is much more tenacious than Murong Fu. It's a pity that Murong Bo has no talent in overall strategic situation, which can be seen from Murong Fu.

Wang Yuyan once said that murongfu ”wants to be a Hu, not a Chinese, not even a Chinese character, not a Chinese book.” with such ridiculous ideas, they also want to restore the country. They are afraid that they have never thought about how many Xianbei people there are in the world, and what do their Xianbei country take as its foundation?

It's so shallow politically. Only with a fairly good martial arts can we make waves in the Wulin. Chen ang can see that Murong Bo seems to want to repeat his old skills and convince him with his martial arts. Chen ang did not know whether to praise him or ridicule his innocence.

In the world, there are not many people who are proficient in hundreds of martial arts. Murong Bo is one of the few. It's really rare to have such an opponent. It can prove hundreds of martial arts and can't compare with Chen ang.

Chen ang took down a big hair hanging on the table. The ink on the nib has not dried up. Duan Yu looked at it and said to himself: in a hurry, brother Chen and his brother used a lot of calligraphy and painting. The nibs they used were all soft hairs. The nib was soft and the pen holder was loose. How can they hurt people? Compared with them, they won't really fight for life and death.

Before he could recover his mind, he saw Murong Bo waving his pen and touching Chen Ang's left cheek. Under his powerful internal power, the pen tip was much more sharp than the blade of the sword. Under the agitation of energy, the air was like splashing ink and waving a brush, which turned into a thick and colorful illusion. His pen power was complete.

Duan Yu said in surprise: this man's handwriting is so powerful. As I have seen in my life, uncle Zhu Danchen is the first person in the judge's pen. He is a little worse than old Mr. Murong. This dharma is full of muscles and bones. In the past, uncle Zhu taught me to read and said Yan Jin Liu Gu. When I see it today, I know what muscles and bones are.

Murong Bo's style is breathtaking, word by word. The point is like a falling stone, and the gold and stone are open under the nib; The painting is like summer clouds, flowing clouds and water in the middle; The hook is like bending gold, which seduces the soul and soul between turns; The Ge is like a crossbow. When it is danced, the strong wind roars, with vertical and horizontal images and low ambition.