The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 60: Slow knife painting

That old sheepskin fur man is the older generation of sword **** Li Chungang? This seems to be unexpected and reasonable to Xu Fengnian. I think of Xu Xiao’s evaluation in the Chao Pavilion, plus a string of water swords and an umbrella sword, which are still vivid in my eyes, which shocked people's hearts to the extreme. Xu Fengnian believed that Jiang The muddy mouth is the best, but Li Chungang is the best. No matter how thin the old crane is, it is not comparable to that of chickens and ducks on the floor. Why not lose to Wang Xianzhi and be broken by a Trojan horse? The old man with broken arm still broke the red armour of the rune general with a single finger. If he was handed a sharp sword to him, what kind of sword intent would he have?

Xu Fengnian’s leg was smashed by Jiang Ni’s gold-worthy ancient inkstone from fire mud for no less than a hundred times, frowning and said: “If you smash it again, my leg will be fine. Your uncle Jiang Taiya’s baby will be destroyed. Distressed, I still feel distressed."

Jiang Ni vented the suffocation in most of her chest and carefully hid the ancient inkstone. In fact, where can she hide? Xu Fengnian picked up a stack of cooked rice paper on the table that did not expect expectations, and was a little surprised. It was not worse than the tribute from Jiangnan Province. He took out one of the thin rice papers and shook it. It was as thin as an egg membrane, but it was extremely tough. The cooked Xuanben, which eats less ink, is more suitable for meticulous painting than Sheng Xuan. Xu Fengnian is in a good mood, and even has the mind to ask for dozens of rice paper from the house owner before leaving Ying Rafter. In this way, Xu Fengnian doesn’t care if there is fire. Nigu inkstone, personally grinds the Huanglu stone inkstone in the shape of a natural toad on the table, took the Guandong Liaowei, and dried the **** mud aside, drawing the mysterious pattern on the red armor with his memory.

The red-clad man used four pieces of rice paper in four places on his chest, back, hands and feet, and then gradually separated several multi-covered clouds and seal scripts into a single picture, with clouds and stars. Obscure, coupled with a lot of Buddhist Sanskrit, is really an endless physical activity.

Xu Fengnian painstakingly painted these several times harder than practicing a knife. Unknowingly, the atmosphere of heavy rain slapped on the fat banana leaves had already disappeared outside the window. The dusk was heavy, Xu Fengnian rubbed his eyes, full of ink, and the blue bird walked gently in. In the room, he handed a hot towel. Xu Fengnian wiped his face and hands. He looked tired. This work was really exhausting, for fear that the deviation would be ridiculous. The blue bird said lightly: "His Royal Highness, those people outside the courtyard were told to leave by the slaves."

Elder Xu Feng exhaled, and one hand subconsciously went to rub the embroidered winter knife close at hand, nodded gently and said: "I'm busy now, where I have the intention to talk nonsense with them, in case I think of nothing but nothing If you have time to write it down, you might have to let them lose their official hats and errands that day. Aobird, you can find out who the owner of this house is. Just a cursory look, the calligraphy and painting bronze rubbings and famous papers here are quite small. Pay attention to it. It’s not something that an ordinary rich and wealthy person can put out. By the way, I would like to ask how much this kind of familiar propaganda stock is on the table. I want fifty or sixty dollars to use on the road."

Blue Bird nodded and left. From the corner of Xu Fengnian's eyes, he found Jiang Ni padded toes and peeking at the things he drew. He didn't bother to expose the dots. He was just repaying Nizi for leaking the secret. Sword God and Trojan Horse Niu, when 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 swords, and came to the yard. Jiang Ni was standing in the corridor holding the secret book, reluctant to leave. He earned a few pennies less than usual today. Xu Fengnian drew out Chunlei, learning from the old sword god's gesture of holding an umbrella and a sword, and stabs down to the ground, but only inserted Chunlei into the stone slab. There was no sword intent at all. Xu Fengnian stabbed more than a dozen times in succession. No way, squatted on the ground, silent.

The pattern on the body of Fu Jiang's red armor can be copied, but it is difficult to learn this sword intent secretly.

It's a pity that Jiang Ni, who is full of justice, doesn't become an anti-violent and peaceful woman. She angrily said: "It's really shameless, stealing the teacher!"

Xu Fengnian closes his eyes and puts it in slow motion, extremely slow, extremely slow, so slow that he can feel the body's energy condensing in the right arm of the knife, the slight tremor of the muscles can be sensed, and then merge with the knife body, and finally focus on the knife Pointer.

On Wudang Mountain, the bull rider taught the unknown circle-drawing method. At first, the decomposing action was as light as clouds and flowing like water. Xu Fengnian practiced a sharp knife. Therefore, the "Lvshui Pavilion Jiazi Jian Jianlu" read on the mountain was all Swordsmanship, although practicing swords for quickness, I also know that slow swords are more difficult. In the end, you can forget the speed and slowness. There is no trick in your heart. There is only one thought and one thought, and the thought to move, whether it is a sword or a sword, it can be shot. No more worries.

It’s just that these are almost unrecognizable thoughts about the loft in the sky. How many martial arts in the world have practiced hundreds of thousands of swords and millions of swords in order to achieve this state?

Xu Fengnian suddenly exerted force when the tip of the knife was only an inch away from the ground.

One cut is still easy.

Xu Fengnian has some regrets, muttering: "I'm in a hurry."

Getting up and returning to Chun Lei Dao, Xu Fengnian stretched his waist and laughed at himself: "Don't worry, don't worry, listen to Lao Huang, you have to eat one bite at a time."

Jiang Ni, who thought something would happen, curled his lips when he noticed that it was only thunder and rain. Seeing her expression, Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "You are a joke on me? You, a woman who is about to learn the sword with Sword God, and who is determined to become a new generation of Sword God, will mention my sword. Not to mention Xiudong, this is the handle. Three catties of Chunlei, if you can carry a knife with a crossarm and a stick of incense, I will treat you as reading 10,000 characters."

Jiang Ni raised a sword book in his hand and said heavily: "If you don't listen, if you don't listen, I will read three thousand words!"

Xu Fengnian shook his head and said: "I won't listen to you today. I have to draw more while I remember, go, and count you three thousand more words."

Jiang Ni has a look of disbelief, for fear that there will be another trap. After so many years of continuous losses and calculations, she has long been a shadow of a snake.

No matter how Jiang Ni thought about it, Xu Fengnian walked into the house with no distractions, and continued to yell at the Dragon Tiger Mountain Qi refiner while drawing bitterly.

This job is really like practicing a slow knife, you have to work hard every stroke.

The old sword **** Li Chungang didn't know when he walked into the courtyard. Jiang Ni, who was having a headache how to deal with the ancient inkstone, stopped and saw the old man come to the place where Xu Fengnian inserted the knife. He stopped and looked down.

The old man wandering around without problems was caught by the last knife.

Jiang Ni looked for a while, and saw that the old man was just in a daze, so he left the yard.

Li Chungang bends over, squinted at the strange and tiny cracks pierced by the last knife, and said: "What kind of sword to learn, obviously you are better at learning the sword."

The old man pulled the sheepskin fur, shed its hair as soon as he pulled it, turned and left, and stood a little further 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. Just don't eat cat meat, and don't even touch this little lady."

Yu Youwei was furious, but did not dare to speak out.

Old man Li seemed to have lice in his crotch or something, he stretched out his hand and scratched it, how comfortable he was. Fortunately, Yu Youwei didn’t see this scene. She walked straight into the yard and saw Xu Fengnian concentrating on what she was describing. She hesitated and prepared to go back home quietly. She didn’t have much to say at all, but she just changed a completely stranger. The place ~IndoMTL.com~ feels uncomfortable, and the small courtyard where she is located is particularly deep and quiet. There are dozens of green bamboos planted in the courtyard. Drifting out of the bamboo forest. Compared to green bamboo, she still prefers the soft plantains, which are as sparsely as the trees and are tall and dangling, aren't there many here?

Xu Fengnian, who changed his left hand to his right hand before Yu Youwei approached, asked with a smile: "What's the matter?"

Yu Youwei replied softly: "Look at Basho."

Xu Fengnian was taken aback for a moment, and joked, "I can’t change the yard. I have everything here, but if you like to see bananas, I can ask someone to pull up all the big clumps in the yard until your yard is full. How about ?"

Yu Youwei said in embarrassment: "Okay."

Xu Fengnian snapped his fingers, and the mysterious blue bird stood beside Yu Youwei. Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "Let's move the bananas."

Yu Youwei said "no need" and then turned around angrily. Even Wu Meiniang lazily stretched out her paws. When viewed from the side, her paws were sliding on the rounded arc of Yu Youwei's chest, which was unexpectedly caught. Xu Fengnian in this beautiful picture is a little bit ecstatic.

Xu Fengnian waved his hand, Qingniao stepped back, then shouted to Yu Youwei, and smiled: "Come on, we all polish ink."

Yu Youwei questioned: "Huh?"

Xu Fengnian reached out his finger and clicked on Huang Luming's inkstone on the table, and said: "You polish this."

Pointing to Yu Youwei’s chest again, making a back and forth grinding gesture, Xu Fengnian grinned and said, "I'm grinding this."

Yu Youwei blushed and groaned: "Deng the disciple!"

Looking at Yu Youwei who fled in a hurry, Xu Fengnian leaned on a chair with no **** in his eyes. He squinted a pair of beautiful Danfeng eyes, turned his head and looked at the star of the moon after the rain outside the window, "Xu Xiao, this Where is it now?" My QT room is open! The official QT room number [1655] of the princes of the beacon play, click to enter