The old man in sheepskin Qiu is the older generation of sword god Li Chungang, which is unexpected and reasonable in Xu Fengnian's opinion, thinking of Xu Xiao's evaluation in the listening tide pavilion, plus a string of water swords and an umbrella sword are still vivid, all of them are shocking to the extreme, Xu Fengnian believes that Jiang Ni's mouth is unobstructed, it is Li Chungang's best, no matter how thin the old crane is, it is not comparable to the chickens and ducks all over the ground, and if he loses to Wang Xianzhi and is broken by the Trojan horse cow, why not this old man with a broken arm still broke the red armor of the Fu Jiang with one finger, if he is handed over a sharp sword, what kind of realm of sword intent should he have Xu Fengnian's leg was smashed more than a hundred times by Jiang Ni with a fire clay ancient inkstone worth thousands of gold, and he frowned and said: "If you smash it again, my leg will be fine, your uncle Jiang Taiya's baby will be ruined, you ruined Nizi is not distressed, I am still distressed." ” Jiang Ni vented most of the stuffiness in her chest, carefully hiding the ancient inkstone, in fact, where can she hide it Xu Fengnian picked up a stack of cooked rice paper on the table that did not place expectations, and was a little surprised, it was no worse than the tribute Daqian Xuan of Jiangnan Province, and took out one of the thin rice papers and shook it, thin as an egg membrane but tough surnamed Qijia, this cooked Xuan with less ink is more suitable for gongbi painting than Shengxuan, Xu Fengnian was in a good mood, and even had the idea of asking the owner of the house for dozens of rice papers before leaving the rafters, so Xu Fengnian didn't care if there was a fire clay ancient inkstone, personally grinding the Huanglu stone inkstone in the shape of a natural toad on the table, taking over the Kanto Liaowei, drying the ginger mud aside, and drawing the mysterious patterns on the armor of the red armor with the delicate memory.
The red-armored man used four pieces of rice paper in four places on his chest, front and back, hands and feet, and then gradually split several multi-covered cloud seal heavenly books and painted them in a single picture, with clouds and clouds, obscure star maps, and many Buddhist Sanskrit texts, it was really an endless physical work.
Xu Fengnian painted these with his heart is several times more difficult than practicing knives, and before he knew it, there was no heavy rain outside the window to beat the fat banana leaves, only to see the twilight was deep, Xu Fengnian rubbed his eyes, his hands were full of ink, the blue bird walked into the house softly, handed over a hot towel, Xu Fengnian wiped his face and hands, and looked tired, this work was too exhausting, for fear that a stroke would be wrong if he sketched a deviation.
Blue Bird said lightly: "Your Highness, those people outside the courtyard were told to leave by the slaves. ” Elder Xu Feng exhaled, and with one hand, he subconsciously rubbed the embroidered winter knife that was close at hand, and nodded lightly: "I'm busy, where do I have the heart to talk nonsense with them, in case I think of something but don't have time to write it down, maybe they will lose their official hats and errands that day."
Blue Bird, you inquire, who is the owner of this house, just a cursory look, the calligraphy and painting bronze inscription and famous paper here have a lot of exquisiteness, not ordinary rich and noble people can put it out of a wide place, by the way, I want to ask how much this kind of cooked Xuan stock on the table, I want fifty or sixty dollars, use it on the road. ” The blue bird nodded and left, and out of the corner of his eye, Xu Fengnian found that Jiang Ni was peeking at what he had drawn on his tiptoes, and he was too lazy to expose the break, so he should repay this girl for leaking the heavenly opportunity.
Sword God and Trojan Horse Cow, as soon as Xu Fengnian remembered these two names, he couldn't help but think of those two swords.
Xu Fengnian shook his neck, picked up the embroidered winter and spring thunder double knife, and came to the courtyard.
Jiang Ni stood in the corridor with the secret book in his hand, reluctant to leave, a penny for a word, and made a few taels of silver less than usual today.
Xu Fengnian condensed his breath, pulled out the spring thunder, learned the old sword god's posture of holding an umbrella and a sword, and stabbed it to the ground, but only inserted the spring thunder into the stone slab, without any sword intent at all, Xu Fengnian stabbed more than a dozen times in a row, but he couldn't find a way, squatted on the ground, and was silent.
The pattern on the red armor of the Fu General can be copied, but it is difficult to learn this sword intent.
It's a pity that Jiang Ni, who is full of a sense of justice, doesn't go to be a heroine who eliminates violence and peace, she said indignantly: "It's shameless, stealing teachers" Xu Fengnian closed his eyes and slowed down his movements, extremely slow, so slow that he could feel the qi in his body condensed in his right arm holding the knife, and the muscles trembled slightly, and then merged with the knife body, and finally concentrated on the tip of the knife.
On Wudang Mountain, the bull rider taught the unknown circle boxing method, the first decomposition action is gentle like a cloud flowing like water, Xu Fengnian practiced a fast knife, so the green water pavilion Jiazi Jianlu read on the mountain are all swordsmanship, although the practice of the knife is fast, but also know that the slow knife is more difficult, to the end can completely forget the fast and slow, there is no trick in the heart, only a thought, a thought, a thought, whether it is a knife or a sword, there is no need to worry about the shot.
It's just that these are almost nowhere to be found, and it is the thought of the attic in the sky, how many martial artists in the world have practiced hundreds of thousands of swords and millions of swords in order to pursue this realm Xu Fengnian suddenly exerted force when the tip of the knife was only an inch away from the ground.
A knife or a simple knife.
Xu Fengnian was a little regretful and muttered, "I'm in a hurry." ” Getting up and putting back the Spring Thunder Knife, Xu Fengnian stretched his waist and laughed at himself: "Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, listen to Lao Huang, you have to eat one bite at a time." ” Jiang Ni, who thought something would happen, found that it was just thunder and rain, and pouted.
Xu Fengnian saw her expression and said with a smile: "Laugh at me, you, who are about to learn swords from the sword god and aspire to become a new generation of sword gods, come and mention my knife, not to mention embroidered winter, it is this three-pound spring thunder, if you can carry a knife with a pillar of incense on your cross arm, I will read 10,000 words for you." ” Jiang Ni raised a sword book in his hand and said heavily: "If you don't listen to it, if you don't listen, I should have read three thousand words."
Xu Fengnian shook his head and said: "I won't listen to it today, I still have to draw more while I remember, go ahead, count you more than 3,000 words." ” Jiang Ni looked incredulous, for fear that there would be another trap, after so many years of continuous losses and calculations, she had already made a bow.
No matter how Jiang Ni pondered, Xu Fengnian walked into the house, without distractions, and continued to scold the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Qi Refiners while drawing bitterly.
This work is really like practicing the slow knife, and you have to work hard with every stroke.
The old sword god Li Chungang didn't know when he walked into the courtyard, and Jiang Ni, who was having a headache about how to deal with the ancient inkstone on that side, stopped, and saw the old man come to the place where Xu Fengnian inserted the knife, and stopped and looked down.
The old man who was wandering around with nothing to do was hooked in by the last knife.
Jiang Ni looked at it for a while, and saw that the old man was just in a daze, so he left the yard.
Li Chungang bent over, squinted at the strange slight cracks stabbed by the last knife, and sighed: "What kind of knife to learn, obviously it is more useful to learn the sword." ” The old man pulled the sheepskin fur, and when he pulled it, he lost his hair, turned to leave, and stood farther away holding Wu Meiniang's Yu Youwei, the old man glanced at the white cat and the white beauty, and muttered: "This kid has a problem with his brain, and he doesn't eat cat meat, and he doesn't even touch this little girl." ” Yu Youwei was furious, but she didn't dare to make a sound.
Old man Li seemed to have lice or something in the crotch of his pants, and reached out to scratch it, how comfortable it was.
Fortunately, Yu Youwei didn't see this scene, she walked straight into the courtyard, saw Xu Fengnian concentrating on what to depict, hesitated, and prepared to quietly go home, she had nothing to say, but she changed to a completely unfamiliar place coldly, and felt uncomfortable, and the small courtyard where she was extremely deep and quiet, dozens of green bamboos were planted in the courtyard, and after reading too many novels and articles about fairies, foxes, ghosts, and ghosts, she could always think of something floating out of the bamboo forest.
Compared with green bamboo, she still prefers the soft plantain that is like a tree that is tall and weeping, and there are many of them Before Yu Youwei approached, Xu Fengnian, who changed his left hand to his right hand, asked with a smile: "Something?"
Yu Youwei replied softly, "Look at the plantain." ” Xu Fengnian was stunned for a moment, and quipped: "It's not okay to change the yard, I have everything here, but if you like to watch plantains, I can ask people to pull out the big bushes in the yard to fill your yard, how about it?"
Yu Youwei said embarrassedly: "Okay." ” Xu Fengnian snapped his fingers, the elusive blue bird stood beside Yu Youwei, Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "Let people move the plantain." ” Yu Youwei turned around angrily after saying "no", and even Wu Meiniang stretched out her paws lazily, looking from the side, the paws slid on the round arc of Yu Youwei's chest, and Xu Fengnian, who unfortunately captured this beautiful picture, was a little distracted.
Xu Fengnian waved his hand, the blue bird retreated, and then shouted to Yu Youwei, and said with a smile: "Come, let's all grind ink." ” Yu Youwei was puzzled: "Hmm" Xu Fengnian stretched out his finger and pointed at Huang Lumingyan on the table, and said, "You grind this." ” Pointing at Yu Youwei's chest again, and making a grinding gesture back and forth, Xu Fengnian smiled evilly: "I'll grind this." ” Yu Youwei's face turned red and said coquettishly: "Dengzi" Looking at Yu Youwei who fled in a hurry, Xu Fengnian leaned on the chair, without the slightest lust in his eyes, narrowed a pair of good-looking Danfeng eyes, and turned his head to look at the moon star outside the window after the rain, "Where is Xu Xiao now":