Chapter 1459 The Man in the Painting

Originally, Han Sen thought that the holy son of the Ming clan was also a Ming clan, at most, a child. He already had the consciousness to be a nanny, but when he followed the woman's eyes, what he saw was not A Nadir, not even a ghost.

Following the woman's gaze, what Han Sen saw was a stone, about one foot high. Han Sen thought it was a rockery in the garden for decoration.

But following the woman's gaze, Han Sen saw a painting on the stone.

The picture in the painting is a woman standing on a bridge holding an umbrella. Under the hazy mist and rain, only the back of the woman can be seen. Although she can't see her face, she has an indescribable beauty and elegance.

"You mean the woman in the painting is the Holy Son? Where is she then?" Han Sen couldn't believe his own thoughts, and asked tentatively in a different way of understanding.

The woman seemed to see through Han Sen's mind: "As you think, the person in the painting is the Holy Son, and she is there."

"That is to say that the painting is the Son of God?" Han Sen couldn't believe it and scanned the whole stone and the portrait on it with his mysterious aura. He couldn't feel any life, it was a dead thing at all.

"That's right." The woman nodded seriously: "Now you can go back to the alliance to make some preparations, bring back some famous books to read to her, and try to teach her the direction of human thinking. If you don't teach well, I will Just use it to cut off your head, and if you teach it well, it's yours."

The woman said, took out the crocodile scissors, and shook it in front of Han Sen.

"But..." Han Sen wanted to say something, but the woman turned around and disappeared into the garden in the blink of an eye.

"Damn, are you crazy? Ask me to teach a painting, can she understand it?" Han Sen called out depressingly.

"Who said I can't understand?" Suddenly, a faint female voice came from the direction of the stone.

Han Sen was taken aback immediately. He stared at the stone with his eyes wide open. Dongxuan's aura swept over him, and he felt that it was still a dead object.

"It's you talking to me?" Han Sen approached the stone in disbelief, looking at the woman in Tsing Yi on the painting.

"Are there any other creatures here?" The voice came from the stone, but Han Sen didn't see any changes in the woman in Tsing Yi in the painting, she was still a dead thing like that.

Han Sen said a few more words, but the woman in Tsing Yi in the painting was silent.

"Hey, are you still there?" Han Sen called again and again, but he couldn't hear the woman's voice again.

"Strange, did I hallucinate just now?" Han Sen was puzzled, looking at the portrait on the stone with a complicated expression.

But Han Sen finally knew that the stone and the portrait were not ordinary things, and it was not so difficult for a woman to ask him to teach the portrait.

He had no choice, he couldn't run away even if he wanted to, so he could only go back to the alliance, found a few books and read them to the portrait, but except for the first two sentences, he never heard the woman in Tsing Yi in the painting speak.

The woman did not allow Han Sen to leave the garden. Apart from reading to the woman in Tsing Yi in the painting, Han Sen also practiced the Ice Musculature Jade Bone Technique and the Mysterious Cave Sutra so that he could recondense the crystal nucleus and the umbrella.

Han Sen didn't really take the girl in Tsing Yi in the painting seriously, and spent most of his time practicing or chatting with Bao'er.

It's not that Han Sen doesn't want to teach, but reads a book here in front of a portrait. No one responds to him. This kind of thing doesn't need him to do it at all. The woman brings back a few books, and any foreign spirit can replace Han Sen. Anything, and better than him, at least they won't be lazy like Han Sen.

Fortunately, no matter how lazy Han Sen was, he still didn't see the woman coming to him, as if he had forgotten him. Han Sen stayed in the garden for more than half a month. Except for the murals on the stones, there was not even a living creature. Seen, as if the whole world had forgotten him.

"I don't know what's going on with Ling Meier. I hope nothing happens to her. Don't be deceived by Ling Shisan." Even if Han Sen wanted to help her, he didn't have the ability anymore.

After practicing the Ice Muscle Jade Bone and Dongxuan Scripture, Han Sen really had nothing to do, and he couldn't escape anyway, so he took out the Tai'a sword and made a gesture of Liu Dao's heart sword.

Xin Jian Dao does not emphasize moves, even if you learn all the moves of the Six Paths, it is useless. Xin Jian Dao emphasizes artistic conception, and personal thoughts are more important than swordsmanship itself.

Han Sen likes this kind of swordsmanship very much, but he didn't practice it like that, and it hasn't been very effective.

After much deliberation, Han Sen felt that the problem still lies in the Liudao Sword. Liudao can use his heart to practice swordsmanship. In addition to being a peerless genius, there is another important reason. Sword Dao matches, so it is possible to exert such extreme power of Xin Sword Dao.

Han Sen doesn't have that kind of attributes and the gene core of Liudao Sword. It is far more difficult than Liudao Sword to practice the artistic conception of Xinjian Dao to that level.

However, Han Sen didn't intend to practice Xinjian Dao to the level of the six realms. He just used the method of Xin Sword Dao to make himself more aware of his beliefs, which is also a kind of self-reflection and enlightenment.

Although Xinjian Dao is learned from the Six Paths, Han Sen's use of it is completely different from the Six Paths, because they are originally two people with different personalities, and it can even be said to be two opposite extreme personalities.

Liu Dao is the kind of person who is full of perfectionism and romantic style. Nothing in the world seems to be able to leave traces in his heart, even the emperor's gene core.

But Han Sen is a person who has suffered and suffered. He has carried too much, so sometimes it is not so easy to let go, and he is not willing to let go.

Xinjian Dao is the way of idealism. If the state of mind is different, the artistic conception is completely different when using swordsmanship. Even if the moves are the same, it seems that they are two completely different swordsmanship.

Liu Dao's use of the Xin Dao Sword is almost admirable like a god, and he wished he could try the sword himself, even if he died under his sword, he would have no complaints.

However, when the Xin Dao Sword was in Han Sen's hands, it was completely different. When others saw Han Sen's sword skills, not only did they not want to devote themselves to feeding the sword, but they would be inspired to fight.

This is beyond Han Sen's control, because his own belief is like this. No matter what difficulties he faces, he will never give up. became this style.

Unless Han Sen's own mind changes, even if he changes all the moves, he won't be able to change this artistic conception.

"This sword is very good. What's its name?" Han Sen was practicing the sword, but suddenly heard a faint voice coming from the stone wall. It was the voice of the woman he had heard before.

Twelve Winged Dark Seraphim says

Added for "pw250".

This chapter has been written several times and I am not satisfied. It is only now that I have finished it, which made everyone wait for a long time.