Wei Dongjun, the commander of the Iron Forest Army in Northern Qi.

He looked ashamed, bowed to Long Qingyun and signaled to thank him, then turned around and walked off the stage.

"Scholar of Iron Pen" Han Qiuyu was suddenly stunned. Seeing that the person standing in front of him was actually a 16 or 17-year-old boy. He suddenly felt curious and stared at Long Qingyun with a look of surprise.

Long Qingyun put away Zhan Lu's sword, stepped forward, bowed to Han Qiuyu, and said:

"My younger brother Long Qingyun paid homage to Senior Han. There was an emergency just now. I hope you will be more grateful!" Long Qingyun was humble and polite, and had a decent attitude.

Han Qiuyu was extremely surprised, looked directly at Long Qingyun with his eyes and said loudly: "Long Qingyun? Are you the champion of the West Lake sword competition Long Qingyun?"

Long Qingyun raised a smile on his lips, and the wind calmly said, "You are not talented, you are the one who is down."

Han Qiuyu nodded slightly, smiled heartily, and said casually: "It turns out that a hero is a young man. I once heard my nephew Lei Tianhan talk about it. Long Qingyun in the West Lake Sword Competition is really amazing. I don't want me, Han, to compete with you today, so I am so lucky!"

Han Qiuyu sighed deeply, paused and continued, "Do you know that you forced yourself to come forward just now and who is the one you saved?"

Long Qingyun smiled slightly and said, "If my younger generation guessed well, the bearded man just now should be a native of Beiqi?"

Han Qiuyu was stunned and thought to herself: "Huh? This Long Qingyun was so happy that she blurted out. She knew that the other party was a foreigner and had to force herself to stand out. Isn't this guy a fool, right?"

Han Qiuyu looked surprised and looked at Long Qingyun with strange eyes, but Long Qingyun Xiao Shuxuan was so handsome that he felt that he didn't look like a person with little tendons and strings in temperament.

Long Qingyun saw Han Qiuyu staring at him blankly, as if he was looking at a monster. He smiled suddenly and looked at Ling Aotian and said:

"Report to senior, this bearded man and his group are closely related to one of my friends, so I dared to step on it. I hope senior will give me more advice."

Long Qingyun said that he was neither humble nor arrogant. He drew out the Zhanlu sword, held the sword and stood up, ready to go.

Han Qiuyu was shocked and looked surprised:

"Since everyone has become a friendship, there is no need to fight, right? Is this guy really going to fight me? Is it a newborn calf not afraid of a tiger? Or is it a stubborn? If you win, people in the martial arts world will say that I bully the small with the big ones and won without force. If you lose, wouldn't it be a joke. Alas..."

"You Long Qingyun, it seems that I have to beat you hard today. Don't think that if you win the West Lake Sword Competition, you won't find your direction."

Han Qiuyu's thoughts were shaking and she made up her mind. Suddenly, the judge's pen roared out. It was as fast as thunder, as fast as a dragon.

It was very freehand.

Long Qingyun responded intently, Zhan Lu Jian attacked fiercely, and connected with Han Qiuyu's two pens with "sonorous" and the two of them were powerful and intertwined.

Han Qiuyu's double pens advance layer by layer, gradually increasing strength, flexible writing, uneven and intertwined, sparse and dense, and gathered and dispersed properly, just like the "ink accumulation method" in painting, with superb techniques and extremely exquisite.

Two flying dragons suddenly rushed out of Long Qingyun Zhanlu's sword, which was a "two dragons going out to sea", with mountains and tsunamis and stormy waves.

Han Qiuyu was shocked repeatedly. Although Long Qingyun was young, his swordsmanship was thick and concise, and his momentum was magnificent, and he felt the aura of everyone. He no longer showed mercy and gradually increased his strength.

There are many variations in the brushwork and the weather is numerous.

Sometimes knives, guns, swords, halberds, and tigers are powerful;

Sometimes official script, seal script, and Wei steles come in many places;

Sometimes flowers, birds, fish and insects are lifelike and lively;

Sometimes freehand landscapes paint thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and the waves are magnificent;

Especially this freehand painting of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains has the magnificent momentum of "the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky and never returns."

Long Qingyun was a little unfamiliar at first, and slowly mastered the style and rhythm of Han Qiuyu's brushwork. He gradually responded one by one, and became more and more excited as he tried.

As if moved by Han Qiuyu's brushwork, Long Qingyun felt more and more relaxed in his chest, and his eyes were bright, his face appeared with a clear appearance, and his handsome face was resolute and outstanding.

A proud and proud outline.

When Long Qingyun was in Tonglu County, he was quite intoxicated by the method of painting and ink, but the private school teacher was not good at this, so Long Qingyun, who had good talent, was not inspired or explored in this regard.

Last time when he was a sword contest at West Lake, Long Qingyun was inspired by Lei Tianhan's "Surprising Thread", which inspired his natural favoritism for the way of writing and ink. However, time was too haste, and Long Qingyun felt unfinished at that time.

At this time, when he met Han Qiuyu's exquisite judge's calligraphy, the inspiration accumulated in Long Qingyun's heart was like a dike breaking a river, rushing down, with a shocking momentum and a vast aura.

Long Qingyun's martial arts cultivation has a faint sense of breakthrough, and his whole body is filled with strange brilliance.

Han Qiuyu also clearly felt that Long Qingyun was getting better. He seemed to be in harmony with his writing style, without any sense of incongruity.

Sometimes, Long Qingyun's sword intent actually walked before his own style, and he became a chasing trend. Sometimes, the two of them made moves, and in a flash, they actually ended up together.

Before I knew it, more than thirty tricks passed.

The two of them were coming and going, and the swords and pens intertwined. The sound of clanging sounds was endless, and the meaning of a bright heart filled the chest.

Every stroke blooms wildly;

The burning sword light was radiated to the fullest.

The sword energy traverses ninety thousand miles, and the brushwork is bright and the nineteen states are shining.

Han Qiuyu is heroic and open-minded, and his writing is full of openness and grandness. Long Qingyun is pure and thick in nature. Zhanlu's sword technique is extremely yang and strong, with a slight and ups and downs, and the big opening and closing are all the time. The more you fight, the faster you fight, and gradually appear magnificent.

Ling Aotian at the wine table was extremely surprised and said casually:

"Dongjun, this place is very talented and powerful in Hanzhong. The middle-aged Confucian scholar's brushwork is indeed unparalleled, and this young man in white is even more unsimple. His sword technique has such aura at a young age. In time, he will definitely be a master of his generation."

The bearded man Wei Dongjun deeply agreed with it, looked ashamed, raised the wine bottle and bowed to Ling Aotian with his hands, and said leisurely:

"Master is right. These two are undoubtedly masters among masters. The disciples are ashamed of their master. Next, I will practice the 'Longteng Twelve-way sword technique' frequently to live up to my Dun Dun teachings."

Ling Aotian couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

"This martial arts method is of course important to practice diligently, but talent is even more important. Some people cannot understand the exquisite tricks in their entire lives. If a person with extremely high talent, sudden enlightenment may be a matter of a moment."

But when Ling Aotian heard his apprentice Wei Dongjun expressing his determination to him like this, he also looked at him calmly and thought to himself:

"No matter how good the talent is, you need to practice hard. Many people's cultivation improvement seems to be an instant enlightenment, but in fact it is often the result of accumulation and hard work. Only with diligent practice can you have the possibility of enlightenment."

Ling Aotian nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Dongjun, I believe what you said. Master is very confident in you."

After saying that, Ling Aotian raised his bottle to Wei Dongjun and Zou Xiaoming, and the three of them drank it all in one go.

On the stage at this time.

Long Qingyun was inspired by Han Qiuyu's brushwork and felt his heart flowing. When Zhanlu's sword technique was swung, it became more and more refreshing and heart-warming. It was like the vast blue waves, continuous.

Han Qiuyu couldn't capture it for a long time.

Suddenly! The judge's pen turned into a wolf's hair, and began to point out the country and inspire the words.

The pen is done in one go.

I wrote a beautiful article with brilliant writing and lofty ideas!
Chapter completed!