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#70: Sways the painting

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Chen Ang hears word, cannot help but cannot help laughing, Murong abundant this person the will of duplicate/restores country, has confused his capacity for clear thinking, for the national affairs, does not fold the method, anything can sacrifice, anything can use, the happiness of personal gratitude and grudges and family member will place second entirely, will be only this viciousness, might be called a fierce and ambitious. 陈昂闻言,不由得哑然失笑,慕容博此人的复国之志,已然迷了他的心窍,为了国家大事,不折手段,什么都可以牺牲,什么都可以利用,将私人的恩怨和家人的幸福统统放在第二位,只是这份狠毒,就堪称一位枭雄了。 Even if he at this time cared to Murong Fu very much, but facing oneself this shame child personal enemy, so long as is valuable, wins over unexpectedly in every possible way, really does not know is laughable, is pitiful. Some angle, such does not fold not flexure, is actually laudable. 他此时纵然对慕容复很是关心,但面对自己这个辱子仇人,只要有价值,竟然也百般拉拢,真不知道是可笑,还是可怜。某种角度来说,这样的不折不挠,倒是值得佩服。 „Venerable, you underestimated Chen!” Chen Ang crosses the hands behind the back saying: „The grand plan great undertaking that you pursue perhaps, in your eyes, is worth paying all for this reason, is in Chen's eyes, what was also considered as?” “老先生,你太小看陈某了！”陈昂负手道:“你所追求的宏图大业,或许在你眼里,值得为此付出一切,可是在陈某眼里,又算得了什么？” „You said that crack earth confers the title of prince upon, academic honor riches and honor” Chen Ang, turns around to look at Murong Bo slightly, „sorry, Chen has not paid attention.” “你所说的,裂土封王,功名富贵”陈昂微微一顿,转身过来看着慕容博,“对不起,陈某还不放在眼里。” „The world academic honor entirely for dust, I am only willing to be similar to this bright moonlight to be common, white however eternity.” “人间功名俱为尘土,我只愿如同这明月一般,皓然千古。” He is moderate, the look is sincere, the content makes Murong unable to constrain anger at heart abundantly, „your excellency , if not willing, to speak frankly that rejects me is, performs to pull these lies, to calling the old man looks down upon you. I only asked you, is willing not agrees and I carved up this Song landscape?” 他语气平和,眼神诚恳,内容却让慕容博压抑不住心里的怒气,“阁下若是不肯,直言拒绝我便是,尽扯这些虚言,到叫老夫看不起你。我只问你,肯不肯与我瓜分了这大宋江山？” „It is not willing!” “不肯！” The clear and bright voice, does not have an anxiety, transmits from Chen Ang there. 清朗的声音,不带有一丝焦躁,从陈昂那里传来。 Murong Bo grips the double fist stubbornly, in two iron fists, appears faintly a tenacious qi energy, segment reputation even sees Murong abundantly to shiver slightly, obviously constrains itself vigorously. „Your excellency may probably consider to be clear, words that spoke, what is done cannot be undone.” 慕容博死死握住双拳,两只铁拳上,隐隐浮现一层坚韧的气劲,段誉甚至看见慕容博身上微微颤抖着,显然是极力压抑自己。“阁下可要考虑清楚了,说出去的话,覆水难收。” „I think I have said was very clear, if you do not understand what is heard, I said again.” Chen Ang coldly said that reply that Murong Bo hears, only then that categorical two characters. “我以为我已经说的很清楚了,如果你还是听不明白,那我就再说一遍。”陈昂冷冷道,慕容博听到的回答,还是只有那斩钉截铁的两个字。 „It is not willing” “不肯” „Good, good, good!” Murong Bolian said three ‚well’ character, the short of breath, his sinking god has raised the palm, the vigorous palm strength, segment reputation beyond several feet, has induced, is the Murong Bo silent half sound, puts down the meat palm suddenly, the figure flashes, took down Chen Ang to hang big on wall. “好,好,好啊！”慕容博连说三个‘好’字,已然气急,他沉神提掌,浑厚的掌力,段誉在数丈之外,都有所感应,可是慕容博沉默半响,又忽然放下肉掌,身形一闪,就取下了陈昂挂在墙上的一只大笔。 This makes Chen Ang somewhat surprised but actually, to this situation, good not to have given up persuading his hope, is really indomitable, being adaptable to the situation one generation of fierce and ambitiouses, the will returns compared with Murong, may want tenacious many. What a pity Murong Bo in the military strategy general situation, and no talent, this can look from Murong Fu. 这倒让陈昂有些惊讶,都到了这个地步,好没有放弃劝服他的希望,果然是百折不挠,能屈能伸的一代枭雄,心志比起慕容复来,可要坚韧的多。可惜慕容博在韬略大局上,并没有什么才干,这点从慕容复身上就看得出来。 Wang Yuyan had said that Murong Fu „he wants to be the foreigner, is not the Chinese, the Chinese character does not want to know, the Chinese book does not want to read.” Has this and other laughable ideas, but also attempts the duplicate/restores country, two people only feared that has never thought that on this day some do next within also how many Xianbei people, their Xianbei country, make the foundation with what? 王语嫣曾经说过,慕容复“他想做胡人,不做中国人,连中国字也不想识,中国书也不想读的。”有着这等可笑的想法,还妄图复国,两人只怕从未想过,这天下间还有多少鲜卑人,他们的鲜卑国,拿什么做根基？ Politically superficial so, only then with one also calculates that wise martial arts, stirs up trouble in the martial arts world. Chen Ang could see, Murong Bo as if thinks old trick heavy, by a martial arts, subdues in him. This grade of spirit full approach, making Chen Ang not know that approves his heroic spirit, ridicules him to be naive. 政治上浅薄如此,也只有凭着一身还算高明的武功,在武林中兴风作浪。陈昂看得出,慕容博似乎想故技重施,以一身武功,折服于他。这等意气十足的做法,让陈昂不知道是赞他一声豪气,还是讥笑他天真。 Person who among the world, is skilled in hundred martial learn/study, were not many, Murong very few that several, have such an opponent abundantly, is really rare, can verify hundred martial learn/study, again with the Chen Ang intention. 天下间,精通百家武学的人,本就不多,慕容博正是少之又少的那几个,有这样一个对手,实在是难得,能印证百家武学,再和陈昂的心意不过了。 Chen Ang takes down on the table is hanging one big, on pen tip ink marks not yet dry, segment reputation looked put down the heart saying: Brother Chen hurried, used is the calligraphy and painting big pens, the pen tip, is the soft soft body hair accumulates, the pen tip is soft, the penstock is loose, how can offend somebody, compares they select, will not really make life and death striving for success. 陈昂取下桌上挂着的一只大毫,笔尖上墨迹尚未干涸,段誉看了放下心道:陈大哥两人匆忙之下,用的都是书画大笔,所用的笔尖,都是柔软的毫毛所攒,笔尖柔软,笔杆松散,如何能伤人,相比他们点到为止,不会真做生死拼搏。 He has not recovered, sees Murong abundantly with one stroke of the pen, under to the Chen Ang left Jialian 0.3 points, under his vigorous inner strength, the pen tip swift and fierce by far in the sword cutting edge, the strength surges, the midair like splashing ink to wield a brush, transforms the dark ink serious wound the illusory image, the bold handwriting vigorous style physique is complete. 他还未回过神来,就看见慕容博大笔一挥,向陈昂左颊连点三点,在他浑厚的内力下,笔尖凌厉远胜于刀剑锋刃,劲气激荡之下,半空如同泼墨挥毫,幻化出浓墨重彩的幻影,笔力筋骨俱全。 segment Yujing said: This person of good fierce writing technique, I always see, Uncle vermilion Danchen is the first person on judge pen, compared with Venerable Murong, missed did not know little. This writing technique physique is complete, in those days Uncle Zhu taught me to study, said forceful and graceful penmanship, today sees, knew anything is the physique. 段誉惊道:这人好厉害的笔法,我平生所见,朱丹臣叔叔便已是判官笔上的第一人,比起慕容老先生,都差了不知几许。这笔法筋骨俱全,往日朱叔叔教我读书,说颜筋柳骨,今日一见,方知什么是筋骨。 Under Murong Bo sways, a character character, may be called soul-stirring, like rolling-stone, under pen tip inscription on stone tablet and bronze entirely open/start ; During the picture such as summer cloud, sways the passing clouds and flowing water ; The hook such as gold/metal, among the transitions bewitches to seize the mortal form ; Ge as sends the crossbow, when waves the fresh breeze howls, has the shape vertically and horizontally/able to move unhindered, rises and falls is ambitious. 慕容博挥洒之下,一字一字,堪称惊心动魄,点如坠石,笔尖之下金石俱开;画如夏云,挥洒之中行云流水;钩如屈金,转折之间勾魂夺魄;戈如发弩,舞动之时劲风呼啸,纵横有象,低昂有志。 Incurs the move not to leave Chen Ang to want the hole, big, just like the silver front iron rod, swift and fierce by far sword. 招招不离陈昂要穴,一只大笔,犹如银锋铁杆,凌厉远胜刀剑。 „Good secondary «Zang Huaike Tablet»!” Chen Ang acclaimed. “好一副《臧怀恪碑》！”陈昂赞叹。 In the midair, Chen Ang lifts the pen, makes an effort gently obviously elegant, segment reputation sees a small pen, opens to keep off strength that in Murong sways abundantly, proposes one vertical, the place of long jab Murong Bo bold handwriting vigorous style empty powder, graceful classically elegant, flatters smooth beautifully, in which or the line or the regular script, or the class/flow stops, either stops to flow, in the Murong abundant big pen sways, wrote an own satisfaction. 半空中,陈昂抬笔,用力平缓更显飘逸,段誉看见一只小笔,拆挡在慕容博挥洒的劲气之间,一提一纵,都直击慕容博笔力虚散之地,雍容古雅,圆浑妍媚,其中或行或楷,或流而止,或止而流,在慕容博大笔挥洒间,书写了一份自己的惬意。 Two people pen tip has not intersected, causes is the empty moves, but Murong Bo uses among the pens, the smoothness that has not started, only felt that the writing concentrates the astringent difficult line, several times, cannot write that pleased, makes an effort off and on , reviews Chen Ang at heart aggrievedly, writing with a free pen, the writing is natural. 两人笔尖并未相交,所使均是虚招,但慕容博用笔之间,已没有开始的顺畅,只感觉笔下凝涩难行,有好几次,都写不出那种快意,用劲断断续续,心里憋屈不已,反观陈昂,挥洒自如,笔下潇洒至极。 Murong abundant open to keep off several times his with the pen, actually passive in splashing ink of Chen Ang, only resists, sees with own eyes Chen Ang «Quick Snow Clear Placard» when with enough time, more writes is smoother, oneself writing in a complete mess, is at heart anxious, simply with the say/way of pointed weapons, forcefully dismantling. Falls into segment reputation the eyes, then knows that he had lost most probably. 慕容博好几次拆挡他的用笔,却被动于陈昂的泼墨,只来得及招架,眼见陈昂一副《快雪时晴帖》,越写越顺畅,自己笔下却一塌糊涂,心里焦急,干脆以兵刃之道,强行拆解。落入段誉的眼里,便知道他已经输了大半。 „Hence, has might as well simply.” Murong Bo makes a determined effort, no matter the writing ideal condition, the most basic judge writing technique will only put forth, when big points the oblique attack falls toweringly, a shop good pen, the potential receives the front fully, compelling Chen Ang to turn round to protect, makes an effort exquisitely incomparable. When horizontal is, seems the counter front to put to paper, slow comes back promptly, from forcing the Chen Ang throat. “既已至此,不如干脆一点。”慕容博心里发狠,不管笔下意境,只将最基本的判官笔法使出,大笔点时侧锋峻落,铺毫行笔,势足收锋,逼得陈昂回身防护,用力精妙无比。横时为勒,好似逆锋落纸,缓去急回,自勒陈昂咽喉。 Murong repeatedly, with this eight basic strokes, eight forcibly laws, repeatedly, to pour to jolt abundantly, inadequate entire character. Only the radical makes an effort, does not have the custom fetter, obviously is hitting the idea of tying Chen Ang. 慕容博反反复复,用这永字八法,八种用力之法,颠来倒去,倒去颠来,不成整字。只有笔画用力,全无规矩束缚,显然是打着逼平陈昂的主意。 Chen Ang laughs who would imagine, the writing changes, by «Quick Snow Clear Placard» transfers «Orchid Pavilion Foreword», „Yonghe nine years, year in Guichou.” First the character, will select the side to want the hole forever, halts the advance of troops the front horizontally, sets upright the long strength, cancels yue, to propose the plan, to cast aside plunders and cast aside the pecking, to press down firmly the dismemberment short, 11 display, compels Murong Bo, only then resistance. 岂料陈昂哈哈大笑,笔下一变,由《快雪时晴帖》转为《兰亭序》,“永和九年,岁在癸丑。”第一个永字,将点侧要穴,横勒兵锋,竖努长力,勾趯、提策、撇掠、短撇啄、捺磔,一一施展,逼得慕容博只有招架之力。 Writes about „at the beginning of late spring” time, ‚’ character, just like the dragon snake to have the land, in the midair appeared unexpectedly congealed truthfully the qualitative pen vigor, swayed, fled vertically and horizontally/able to move unhindered, has to be able not keeping off. 写到“暮春之初”的时候,一个‘之’字,犹如龙蛇起陆,半空中竟然出现了凝如实质的笔劲,挥洒之间,披靡纵横,莫有能挡者。 On Murong Bo face resounding, the tip delimits lightning on his face together the crease, is only complementary waves. Lets in his heart panic-stricken being unable to restrain oneself, will retrocede, is one ‚’ character, sprinkles from the Chen Ang writing, a cutting edge booklet, Murong strove the support abundantly, in the hand presented a red mark. 慕容博脸上啪的一声响亮,一道笔锋在他脸上划出一道闪电似的折痕,只是一点余波。就让他心中惊骇的不能自已,正要后退,又是一个‘之’字,从陈昂笔下洒出,锋刃一折,慕容博勉力支撑,手上又出现了一道红痕。 20 characters, in the Chen Ang writing, soul-stirring, just like the Celestial swordsmanship, the mind that segment reputation looks at drags, is unable to restrain oneself, „good martial arts, the good calligraphy, Wang Youjun to be alive no more than so.” How could has he seen so writing technique recklessly? Only feels this writing technique, uses there, is excellent of moving mind. 二十个之字,在陈昂笔下,惊心动魄,宛如天人剑法,段誉看的心神摇曳,不能自已,“好武功,好书法,王右军在世也不过如此而已。”他何曾见过如此肆意的笔法？只觉得这笔法,用在那里,都是一种动人心神的绝妙。 Murong Bo is sweating profusely, left Zhiyou keeps off, afterward acted shamelessly simply, launches the movement, in small inner room, vertically and horizontally/able to move unhindered round trip, in the mouth urgently urgently said: „Good martial arts, this I to admit defeat, the commanding officer might as well looks at me to wield a brush.” 慕容博满头大汗,左支右挡,后来干脆耍起赖来,展开身法,在小小一间内室里,纵横来去,口中急急道:“好武功,这一场我认输,都督不妨看我挥毫一番。” The under foot steps on, soars, the big pen like a big axe, writes , the strength is vast like the Yangtze River, goes torrentially, the writing, the broken booklet as if tide, goes full steam ahead, hits in front of Chen Ang, in the Chen Ang writing, raises several feet high great waves, comes like the turbid wave evacuation seriously, overwhelming, destroys all potentials. 脚下一踩,腾空而起,大笔如同一杆大斧,挥笔而下,劲气如同长江浩瀚,滔滔而去,笔下,破折仿佛浪潮,万马奔腾,撞击在陈昂面前,在陈昂笔下,掀起数丈高的浪涛,当真有如浊浪排空而来,翻江倒海,摧毁一切之势。 However, regardless of the Murong abundant writing, the imposing manner is how turbulent, Chen Ang steady like mountain, dreadful monstrous waves, in his writing obedient such as the tamed sheep is common. Has the tranquil docile flavor. If said that Murong Bo writing, is greatly Jiang Dahai, cancels, is chapped and scratches , to dye, performing falls in torrents the imposing manner. 然而,无论慕容博笔下,气势如何汹涌,陈昂平稳如山,滔天巨浪,在他笔下乖顺的如被驯服的绵羊一般。带着平静温顺的味道。若果说慕容博的笔下,是大江大海,勾、皴、擦、点、染,尽是倾泻气势。 That Chen Ang is ordinary on such as the high mountain peak mountain, is gorgeously motionless, a small pen, throws over numb Cun greatly, really has the Mount Tai palatial motionless breadth of spirit faintly, in the middle of Chen Ang losses left hand independence, ease faces Murong Bo to use all attacks. A small pen, had the intelligence to be common probably, is going against great waves tide, just like the swift of soaring, rushed to the wave crest suddenly, fell toward the trough suddenly, free going through in dreadful strength. 那陈昂就如高山峰岳一般,巍然不动,一杆小笔,大披麻皴,竟然隐隐有泰山巍峨不动的气魄,陈昂左手独立当中,悠然的面对着慕容博倾尽一切的攻击。一杆小笔,像是有了灵性一般,逆着涛涛浪潮,犹如飞翔的雨燕,忽而冲上浪尖,忽而落往波谷,在滔天劲气中自由的穿行。 Bit by bit, as if the red glowing sun initial rise, the mist diverges mistily, beyond the day the mountain leaks off an corner/horn, keeps off in the great river average, whatever its tide is dreadful, the mountain from the happy motionless, small pen lifts the mountain slowly the veil, a palatial peak, stands erect lofty motionless in the middle of the great river, to stop up its way, how whatever the turbid wave tumbles, may not shake. 一点一点,仿佛红日初升,薄雾蒙蒙散去,天外青山漏出一角,挡在大江中流,任由它浪潮滔天,青山自怡然不动,小笔慢慢掀开青山的面纱,一座巍峨高峰,嵬然不动矗立在大江当中,以堵住它的去路,任由浊浪如何翻滚,就是不可撼动。 The Murong abundant writing more walks is narrower, as if great peaks keep off before him, how whatever his big pen seethes, the oppression has come slowly, the imposing manner is dignified, the pressure trillion, making him want to spit blood sadly, receives the potential not to live, can only , whatever the big pen more walks more leaning, gradually enters the extreme. 慕容博笔下越走越窄,仿佛有一座巨峰挡在他面前,任由他一支大笔如何翻腾,一直缓缓压迫而来,气势凝重,威压亿万,让他难过的想要吐血,收势不住,只能任由大笔越走越偏,渐入极端。 Finally, hits above the mountain peak, the powder lives the broken bone. 最后,撞在山峰之上,粉生碎骨。 „!” A loud sound, the Murong Bowo great pen in hand, explodes, disperses surely the filament, thick falling falling, Murong abundant complexion dying embers, look at air-to-air both hands. “啪！”的一声巨响,慕容博握在手中的巨笔,爆裂开来,散成千万细丝,纷纷扬扬的落下,慕容博脸色死灰,看着空空的双手。
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