Wei Yu's eyes flashed with a trace of timidity and hatred. He cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your advice, Fang Zhenguo. Since the third chapter is about calligraphy, I can only fight with my back to the river! If I hurt you and break your calligraphy heart, don't blame me! "
Fang Yun lowered his head and looked at the big brush in his hand. He slowly said, "You don't have to use Unink Chest now, but you still have a way out in the future. If you dare to use it, I can only go all out. At that time, I won't be able to stop. "
Qiao Juze sighed, "Brother Wei, this is what I called you in the end. You might as well admit defeat. In the Moving Mountain Pavilion, I knew you were going to use Unink Chest, so I used up all my talent to enter the Ink Sword Pavilion. Unfortunately, it was still too late. You, me, and Fang Yun are all scholars. For your crime, Fang Yun can expel you from the academy. But if you persist in going about things the wrong way, if Fang Yun turns his words into Ink Sword and obtains the intent of Ink Sword, not only will you suffer a crushing defeat in the Ink Sword Pavilion, you won't even have the chance to compete with Fang Yun in the future. "
Wei Yu said, "How could I not know? Once Fang Yun turns his words into Ink Sword Pavilion, his future battle of words will inevitably be accompanied by Ink Sword. Other than the few geniuses of the Half-saint family, no one else will be able to withstand a single blow in front of him. But, this is the path I have chosen. There is no turning back! "
Qiao Juze sternly said, "If you force Fang Yun to use Unink Chest, you will be a Jingguo sinner! Once we leave the Lingyan Pavilion, I will launch a Waging War to kill you in the academy! "
When Wei Yu heard the Waging War, his eyebrows trembled. He laughed softly and said, "How can I do as you wish? As long as I can force Fang Yun to use Unink Chest, the Lei family will have avenged the death of the Lei family's children. Naturally, they will protect me! As for the Jingguo sinner, I am already one! "
Qiao Juze's face was calm and he didn't say a word.
"Since you're so stubborn, then show me your 'Chest of Ink'." Fang Yun lowered his head, holding the brush in his hand.
Wei Yu's pupils contracted rapidly as he said, "Fang Yun, could it be that you've been preparing for a long time for today?"
Fang Yun did not look at Wei Yu. Lowering his head to prepare the brush intent, he recalled Liu Gongquan's masterpiece that he had been practicing on a daily basis. In order to avoid being discovered by others, he had deliberately modified the original text so that the content of the original text was in line with the history of Jingguo. The new words were all copied from Liu Gongquan's other words and formed a new regular script in the world of strange books.
Qiao Juze carefully looked at Fang Yun and was pleasantly surprised. Although Fang Yun seemed to be standing there like a dead tree, his entire person was like a war god in the army. In front of him, nothing existed. Behind him, thousands of soldiers followed. His aura was far more majestic than that of an ordinary general.
Only then did Wei Yu realize the crux of the matter. Fang Yun was young, and was only a High Scholar. However, Fang Yun was a 'Cabinet Advisor'. His official position was equivalent to a third rank official, equivalent to the governor of a province, and equivalent to a governor!
A person's experience was closely related to their brush intent and words. Once Fang Yun borrowed the power of a high-ranking official, he would definitely be able to write a different calligraphy article.
"No matter what, as long as I use my 'Chest of Ink', I can defeat you. Then, I will break your two stone tablets! "
Wei Yu finished speaking and closed his eyes. After a while, he waved the brush in front of him. This time, he was writing Chen Guanhai's complete essay, "The Great River Flow".
As he waved the brush, the sound of waves could be heard. A gust of wind blew across the river. A misty white light surrounded his brush, and a white rolling river appeared in his eyes.
At the same time, the sound of wood cracking came from Wei Yu's body. Then, his eyes, nostrils, mouth, ears, and other seven orifices suddenly oozed out thick ink.
The pitch-black ink was like seven small rivers floating in the air. Finally, they all rushed into Wei Yu's brush.
The blood color on Wei Yu's face quickly dissipated. After the strange ink completely merged with the brush, there was no longer any color on his face. It was as white as a layer of lime. His eyebrows and hair were like falling snow, gradually turning from black to white, and finally becoming snowy white.
Two deep wrinkles appeared on his face. They were as clear as a wound cut by a sharp sword.
More than twenty years of Calligraphy Dao strength poured out. After finishing one article, Wei Yu's chest was empty. He could only cultivate Calligraphy Dao again. Moreover, the progress of Calligraphy Dao was several times slower than before.
"Clang, clang, clang …"
Wei Yu wrote. The tip of the brush produced ink. There was nothing in front of him, but there was a clear metallic sound.
When Wei Yu finished writing the first word, Fang Yun's eyes focused. He saw the word split open, and the strokes turned into poisonous snakes. It was obvious that the words had turned into snakes. It was on par with Fang Yun's calligraphy.
However, the poisonous snakes formed by Wei Yu's words had a metallic luster.
These metallic snakes didn't attack Fang Yun immediately. Instead, they circled in the air and hissed. They spat out their blood-red tongues at Fang Yun, ready to pounce at any time.
Qiao Juze's gaze was complicated. The words were like snakes. This was Ink Sword's original intention. Wei Yu might not have reached the level of transforming words into ink swords, but he was infinitely close. With the addition of abandoning calligraphy to form the power of having no ink in his chest, Fang Yun only has a forty percent chance of winning even if his words turn into ink swords! '
Qiao Juze thought to himself. He looked at Fang Yun and realized that Fang Yun was just about to start writing.
"King's Left God's Will Army …"
When Fang Yun wrote the first stroke, Qiao Juze felt that his head was about to explode. If he wasn't afraid of startling Fang Yun, he would have rushed over to take a closer look at the words.
"A new regular script is born! If Fang Yun perfects this regular script, his calligraphy will definitely reach the fourth level! If he makes further improvements, he might even reach the fifth level! At that time, he will be able to display the might of the Sage of Calligraphy! With the might of the Sage of Calligraphy and Fang Yun's talent, as long as he can obtain the title of Half-saint and wield the Spring and Autumn Brush, the outcome will be unimaginable! "Qiao Juze muttered to himself.
After the first word was completed, the entire word moved slightly. Then, the sound of swords being unsheathed could be heard.
The strokes separated and formed ink swords that emitted a metallic luster.
There were big and small ink swords, long and short, but without exception, all of them emitted a terrifying battle intent. It was as if each ink sword wasn't written by Fang Yun, but by the lives of soldiers and generals who had been on the battlefield for a long time.
The metal snake formed by Wei Yu's words suddenly trembled violently and hissed crazily. However, after two hisses, its body suddenly straightened and stiffened. Then, it slowly gathered together and returned to writing.
Qiao Juze, who was watching from the side, was dumbfounded. "It's fine if the words turned into ink swords, but it actually scared Wei Yu's words to death! Those are words that have no ink at all. Could it be that Fang Yun's writing is of a higher level than I imagined? "
Qiao Juze didn't care about anything else. He carefully observed Fang Yun's words, afraid that he would miss this great opportunity.
Wei Yu's hair and beard had turned white and there were wrinkles on his face. However, after the word snake was scared to death by Fang Yun's ink swords, his face was covered with wrinkles. His forehead was covered with sweat and it slowly flowed down.
His hand trembled slightly and an almost undetectable flaw appeared on the words he was writing.
Wei Yu didn't look at Fang Yun and didn't dare to look. He was afraid that once he saw Fang Yun's words, he would completely lose his will to fight.
"I can't lose!" Wei Yu roared in his heart.
Fang Yun continued to write Liu Gongquan's representative work, 《God's Will Army Tablet》!
After the two words "Monarch" appeared, a faint yellow light appeared on the surface of all the ink swords. Each sword seemed to be bestowed by a monarch. The monarch's might was vast and mighty, destroying all evil.
After the monarch's might appeared. Wei Yu sadly discovered that all of his words had lost the ability to turn into snakes.
Wei Yu's eyes dimmed.
First, the water around the brush disappeared. Then, the ink on the tip of the brush dissipated. Finally, all the brush hairs slowly fell off. Finally, the brush in his hand became a bare body. It could no longer be called a brush.
The man lost his will, the brush lost its edge.
"I lost …" Wei Yu said softly.
"Unfortunately, it's too late." Qiao Juze said.
Sou sou sou …
Ink swords with faint golden light flew out and shattered Wei Yu's words that had lost their power. Then, they pierced Wei Yu's body. They pierced through his body.
Every time he was pierced, Wei Yu's body would retreat a small distance.
Fang Yun continued to write the 《God's Will Army Tablet》. Words appeared in the air and turned into ink swords. They rushed over at a speed that couldn't be seen with the naked eye and pierced through Wei Yu's body.
Wei Yu clenched his teeth tightly. He wanted to endure the pain of being pierced by ten thousand swords. However … After Fang Yun wrote the tenth word, two ink swords pierced through his legs. He cried out in pain. His legs bent and he knelt on the ground.
"I admit defeat! Please let me go, I won't fight anymore, I won't fight anymore, please don't write anymore … "
Fang Yun acted as if he didn't hear anything. He continued to write the words on the 《God's Will Army Tablet》.
After saying a few words, Wei Yu suddenly started to roll on the ground. He tried to dodge the ink swords. However, it was as if the ink swords had eyes. Every sword accurately pierced through his body.
Qiao Juze's scalp went numb. There were too many ink swords. Wei Yu's forehead, face, mouth, neck, chest, limbs, and many other parts of his body had wounds of different sizes. Blood kept flowing out.
Qiao Juze was sure that Wei Yu had the strength of a Grand Scholar. He definitely wouldn't kneel down and beg for mercy because of pure pain.
"It seems like the ink swords piercing through the guts is real …"
Qiao Juze couldn't help but shiver. Only then did he remember that a few ink swords pierced through Wei Yu's forehead but didn't pierce through his head or brain. Those swords must have pierced through Wei Yu's literary palace!
Qiao Juze didn't even dare to imagine Wei Yu's current pain. The pain of being pierced by ten thousand swords was enough to make him break out in cold sweat.
"… I beg you …" Wei Yu's voice became weaker and weaker. His vision had already turned grey.
The word snake could only leave a wound on the surface of a person's body for a month. However, the word swords were different.
The word swords couldn't kill the people in the Lingyan Pavilion, but they could completely turn the opponent into a cripple.
"You … You can't be so vicious. This is detrimental to your Literary Name …" Wei Yu said.
Fang Yun was seriously writing the 《Divine Wills Army Tablet》.
Qiao Juze said, "Wei Yu, you're still saying such words at this time. You really deserve it! Fang Yun's persuasion of you to admit defeat was vicious. Then what was your attempt to force out Fang Yun's lack of ink? Rest in peace! "
"Ah …" Wei Yu's face was distorted. He hugged his body tightly and rolled on the ground. Soon, he lost the strength to roll and lay on the ground moaning softly.
After Fang Yun finished writing the last word, Wei Yu's body had become a sieve full of holes. His literary palace had also become a fishing net.
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