I Am a Magic Sword Chapter 656: Meeting Lin Jie again

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"Senior Chen!"

The decadent young warrior leaned in front of Qingyan and greeted her.

Qingyan frowned and slapped her nose. She smelled a foul smell.

It is a mixed odor of sweat and wine, which makes the sensitive light face extremely uncomfortable.

The young warrior seemed to have reacted, and when he smelled it, his pale face turned red. He hurriedly pulled his clothes tightly, smiled wryly, and ran away in a hurry!

"Hey!" Qingyan sighed heavily, and said to Chen Hao with one hand supporting his forehead, "How did this guy recognize me?"

"I don't know!"

Chen Hao is also not sure.

Qingyan's disguise technique is very good, as long as the difference in strength is not very big, it is generally impossible to find her.

And the young warrior just glanced at Qingyan.

Within a quarter of an hour, Qingyan saw the young warrior coming up again.

This time he changed into clean clothes, his hair was tied up, his beard was not shaved, but it was much cleaner than before.

"Senior, can I sit?" He pointed to the chair opposite Qingyan and asked.

But before Qingyan could answer, he just sat on it.

"Senior Chen, you can call me Lin Jie!"

"Oh!" Qingyan nodded and asked a little curiously, "How did you recognize me just now?"

Lin Jie said with some nostalgia: "My intuition is very keen. My teacher used to say that I am a natural painter. As long as I work hard, I will definitely achieve something in painting!"

"Have you achieved anything?" Qingyan asked casually.

Perhaps it was a long time since I had not spoken to someone, or maybe I was bored and wanted to pass the rest of the time, Qingyan actually said a few more words to that person.

The young man from the restaurant brought two dishes, a pile of peanuts, a jug of wine, and two wine glasses. He poured himself a glass of wine, took a light sip, and said with a bit of depression: "No, I My mother thinks martial arts is more promising, so let me go to martial arts!"

"Hmm!"

Qingyan couldn't help but think of her father.

At first, her father wanted her to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

If... Unfortunately, there is no if!

Time passed for so long, she had almost forgotten what her father looked like, and there was only one feeling left in her heart.

But if she can meet, she believes that she can still recognize him.

"By the way, senior, are you drinking?"

Just then did Lin Jie think of Qingyan.

"No!"

"Oh, that's fine, drinking is not a good habit. Recently, my hand holding a sword is unstable!"

Qingyan glanced at Lin Jie's indifferent expression and raised his eyebrows: "Since Lianjian is unstable, why do you still want to be a martial artist?"

"I now make a living selling paintings!" Lin Jie whispered.

"Selling paintings?" Qingyan glanced at the young man in surprise, "I didn't see it, you really have a hand? Since you all depend on selling paintings for a living, why do you carry a sword?"

"Get used to it! After all, I have been practicing swordsmanship since I can remember, and I can barely leave the sword. Now I don’t have a sword in my hand. I always feel that something is missing!" Lin Jie said with emotion, "With The long sword is actually quite good. Sometimes my paintings may not be sold, so it is convenient to sell the paintings with the sword..."

Jie Lin, who has been sullied, almost laughed.

Bring a sword to sell paintings?

You can imagine how Qingyan sells paintings!

"Didn't you say that you are very talented in Danqing, why can't you even sell paintings?"

"Maybe, my painting is a bit strange, it doesn't fit their aesthetics!" Lin Jie sighed softly after taking a sip of wine.

"The painting is strange?" Qingyan glanced at the other person in confusion, "What are you good at painting?"

"Landscapes, and characters!" Lin Jie raised his head and glanced at Qingyan, "Or, I'll be right here and draw a picture for seniors?"

"No need!" Qing Yan shook his head and refused.

There are too many people in the restaurant.

Moreover, she didn't want to leave any portraits.

"Don't worry, you won't take up seniors' time, let alone remove pretense from seniors!"

"Oh?" Qingyan was slightly surprised.

Then Lin Jie ignored the wine and vegetables on the table, wiped off the oil stains on the wine table with the sleeves of the newly bought clothes, and took out a stack of drawing paper from the space ring, brushes, inkstones and ink.

He lifted the hip flask and poured the wine into the inkstone. While rubbing the ink, he carefully observed Qingyan. After only ten breaths, he pressed the brush into the inkstone.

He exudes a sense of confidence and freedom.

The essence, qi, and spirit in his body seem to be integrated and condensed into momentum.

This trend is not aggressive, on the contrary, it is as gentle as a stream, and as quiet as a lake, with a kind of sadness in the autumn!

This aura made Qingyan feel serious about it.

She was once fortunate to meet a Danqing master in Zhou Guo. When that Danqing master was painting for Zhou Lihua, his aura was no more than that.

When the momentum was condensed to the extreme, Lin Jie was about to drag the brush out of the inkstone, but his movements suddenly stagnated and suddenly stopped.

He glanced at Qingyan again, poured all the ink from the inkstone into the bowl, and found his weapon from the chair behind his buttocks. He drew out the rusty long sword and slit his palm. The blood dripped into the inkstone.

At this time, a table of people near Qingyan had already noticed here.

They cast their gazes also curiously, wanting to see how this painter dressed as a warrior paints.

"Is this guy crazy? Why is he cutting his hand? Doesn't it hurt?"

"Who knows, maybe you are crazy?"

"It should be blood for painting, right? But using blood to paint for other girls, can they accept it?"

"Is it a show of love?"

"No way?"

"..."

Lin Jie has no distractions. The disturbances from the outside world and the evaluations of others are completely isolated from him at this moment.

He pressed the brush like thick blood, and when his spirit and spirit merged into one, he reached the peak... he was gone!

People who are curious to watch his painting hold their breath.

Qingyan was calm, and began to pour broth into her rice bowl and mix the rice well. She took two bites and felt that the taste was good, moderately salty, and a strong smell of meat, which was in line with her. Taste.

When Qingyan chewed slowly and just took the fourth bite of bibimbap, Lin Jie also stopped the pen in his hand.

His painting speed is so fast that he can do it in one go!

After finishing the painting, Lin Jie let out a long sigh of relief, sweat dripping from his forehead, and his face paled even if he was not so good.

He seemed to expend a lot of energy, and he just slumped down on the chair.

Before Qingyan could look at it, the people watching Lin Jie's painting process were dumbfounded!

They looked at the painting on the table, then at Lin Jie, and finally at Qingyan... They were stunned!