Chapter 257

Leng Yiyi was flipping through a book in her hand.

A look of helplessness appeared in his eyes.

In the past few days, she almost lost her sword, and she followed Su Yun to play in the mountains and water every day, or came back to read a book.

Moreover, these books are not the essence of kendo, but a book of Taoism.

This made Leng Yiyi very helpless.

The cultivator does not practice cultivation, but reads books. Does brother still want me to take the exam?

Just as he was thinking, a figure came along the road down the mountain.

"Brother."

Leng Yiyi immediately put down the book.

"When will my brother teach me kendo?"

"No hurry." Su Yun smiled and said, "Come on, polish the ink for me."

"Screw ink?"

Leng Yiyi was puzzled.

When he saw Su Yun walk aside, there was an extra piece of rice paper on the flat long table.

Leng Yiyi was taken aback: "Brother, do you want to paint?"

"Um."

"Um... would you?"

Leng Yiyi was quite suspicious.

In my impression, what Su Yun did most was chopping wood, boiling water, cooking, fishing and the like.

Said to be a monk, in fact, more like a mountain villager.

But now that the style of painting has changed, senior brother is going to paint?

"Nonsense." Su Yun rolled his eyes, "What do you think I have been doing all year?"

Leng Yiyi was silent for a moment and asked, "Does that senior brother have practice?"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Seeing Su Yun's appearance, Leng Yiyi understood in his heart.

Sure enough, I didn't cultivate, it's not a loss, it's my senior brother.

"For this kind of practice, it's good to follow the fate, just follow the fate." Su Yun said, "Come on, let's see the craftsmanship of the senior brother."

Leng Yiyi walked over to grind ink for Su Yun.

She was born in a family of merchants, and she has been nurtured by piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child, so she knows a thing or two about these.

The moment Su Yun picked up the pen, his temperament changed.

Leng Yiyi's eyelids jumped, and the next moment, the brush dipped in ink and landed on the rice paper.

Between the nib of the pen, there is a mysterious and bitter rhythm entwined.

Following Su Yun's strokes, Dao Yun rose up and wrapped around Su Yun's body.

Leng Yiyi can see God.

In a short time, a painting was completed.

It was not until Su Yun put down the pen that she suddenly woke up, and when she saw the painting clearly, she was even more shocked.

"How?" Su Yun smiled.

"Senior brother, this..." Leng Yiyi blinked, "Is it me?"

"Of course it's you."

In the picture scroll, it is Leng Yiyi standing with a sword.

It was so expressive and charming that Leng Yiyi couldn't believe it.

She took a closer look, and her mind seemed to melt into the picture in an instant.

And she also became the person in the painting and began to dance the sword.

The swordsmanship is performed over and over again, which is usually practiced thousands of times, but at this moment, there is an indescribable artistic conception.

Immersed in it, Leng Yiyi's sword domain power is also rising rapidly.

She wanted to be immersed in this state all the time.

But soon, her mind flickered, and she returned to her original place in a trance.

"Senior brother, this painting...it's amazing."

Leng Yiyi was horrified.

"Look again."

Leng Yiyi was puzzled, and when he looked at the painting again, it seemed to have changed again.

Just now, it was an elegant sword cultivator, independent of the world, but in the blink of an eye, the picture darkened, and there were bones everywhere, full of blood.

In this scene, she is holding a three-foot green peak and slaying those who have no intentions!

It is because of this battle that she has the title of Blood Sword Cultivator since then.

And as the picture appeared, Leng Yiyi's aura was also replaced by a thick blood evil, which was very scary.

This time, it took longer than before, and even Leng Yiyi wanted to go out and stop, but he couldn't do it.

After a long time, Leng Yiyi finally came back to her senses, her face was pale, and her forehead was covered in fine sweat.

She gasped and stood silently.

Su Yun looked at her and said softly: "You have too much killing intent in your heart, your sword is slanted, and you are stubborn. If you do this for a long time, you will easily lead yourself astray."

"Swordsman, there is a sword in your heart. Yiyi, the sword in your heart is the sword of murder. There is nothing wrong with this. However, the swordsmanship is all-encompassing. If you only immerse yourself in killing, you will not be able to reach a higher level.

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