God of martial arts

　　Nie Xiaoqian was ashamed, she let out a groan, and covered her hot cheeks with her hands, not daring to see her father.

　　At the same time, when the convoy came to the gate of the city, the group of transfers arrested the wanted criminals, and the warriors who earned the bounty surrounded them viciously.

3.0 "Stop, let me see if you're a wanted man!"

　　The head warrior has a full face, with a pig nose and crocodile mouth and beard, and two thick black eyebrows slanted into the temples.

　　Just his appearance alone has the effect of stopping children from crying and frightening demons and ghosts.

　　"Haha, boss, look at this kid's skin and tender flesh, he must be Liu Yidao, the leader of Heifeng Village!"

　　"That's right, boss, let's take this kid back and ask the county magistrate to receive a reward!"

　　Sitting on the horse, Zhao Xuan glanced at the wanted warrants in the hands of the group.

　　I saw a bearded face painted on it, and there was a scar from the corner of the eyebrow to the corner of the mouth on the face.

　　Zhao Xuan chuckled lightly, and said, "What look in your eyes, I think your boss looks more like the person in the portrait, right?

Chapter 8 Jianyi copybook【1/4，seeking automatic subscription】

　　"Ah! Dare to say that our boss is a wanted criminal, brothers, kill him!"

　　Several strong men and warriors turned angry, raised their big knives one after another, and slashed at Zhao Xuan with strange screams.

　　Seeing this, the people at the city gate scattered and fled in fright.

　　These leisurely warriors, in name, arrest the most wanted criminals for Guobei County, but in fact they use this name to blackmail and blackmail the village.

　　Zhao Xuan didn't hold his hand when dealing with this group of people, and his finger sword surged out, causing many blood holes on these people's bodies immediately.

　　Clutching their wounds one by one, they wailed and collapsed to the ground.

　　"Ouch, my arm, my arm is broken!"

　　"My leg is broken, too."

　　Among this group of people, the most miserable one is the bearded leader.

　　At this moment, his whole body and limbs were all crippled by Zhao Xuan's pointing, and now he could only lie on the ground, wailing helplessly.

　　"Self-inflicted, can't live~"

　　Zhao Xuan snorted softly, led the convoy and slowly entered the county seat.

　　Guobei County, Yuelai Inn.

　　When the innkeeper saw a group of seven or eight people walking outside the door, he immediately smiled and stepped forward to say hello.

　　"Do you want to be a guest officer or stay in a hotel?"

　　"Open four rooms, and prepare a table of good wine and food."

　　With a flick of Zhao Xuan's hand, a gold leaf made of pure gold hit the counter in front of the shopkeeper.

　　Seeing the golden leaves, the shopkeeper's eyes were straightened, and he hurriedly shouted: "God, greet the guests."

　　As he spoke, he quickly put the gold leaf back into his arms, walked out of the counter and bowed to lead the crowd upstairs.

　　At the same time, all the guests who were eating in the inn fell silent, and many of them stared at Zhao Xuan and his party with greedy eyes.

　　However, just after Zhao Xuan and others went upstairs, someone sighed softly and said:

　　"All right, all right, don't look at them. These people are not something we can provoke. Half an hour ago, Boxer Zhao led his men to investigate the people who entered the city. Just because they provoked these people, they were directly crippled. He is still lying in Dr. Li's hospital in Xicheng, unconscious."

　　Hearing this news, there was a gasp in the crowd.

　　However, there are still some people who do not believe in evil, and ask: "Is it really so powerful?"

　　"Cut, if you don't believe me, you can try it!"

　　The diner who asked the question was choked, shrank his head resentfully, and waved his hands again and again: "I just asked casually."

　　On the other side, after Nie Zhengyuan and his followers settled down, they went directly to the county government office.

　　"Nephew, the old man wants to borrow troops to wipe out those bandits who are doing harm to the people, so I will leave Xiaoqian to your care."

　　Zhao Xuan was slightly taken aback, and couldn't help but said: "Uncle, this is not very good, after all, men and women are different, besides..."

　　Moreover, facing such a charming woman who was also his favorite goddess before, Zhao Xuan himself didn't even have the confidence to handle it.

　　Unexpectedly, Nie Zhengyuan didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile: "Hey, don't worry, the old man believes in the good nephew, and the little girl's life was saved by the good nephew, so who can say anything gossip."

　　After speaking, Nie Zhengyuan patted Zhao Xuan on the shoulder, and led a few followers out of the inn.

　　Looking at the group of people leaving outside the window, Zhao Xuan gave a wry smile and said to himself, well, originally he really planned to flirt with Miss Sister, but now that Nie Zhengyuan said that, he really felt a little embarrassed.

　　Just as he was thinking, he heard a knock on the door.

　　Immediately afterwards, Nie Xiaoqian, who was wearing a plain dress that dragged the floor, walked in with her maid, Jin'er.

　　"My lord, Xiaoqian has made some snacks, try it and see if it tastes good."

　　With that said, Nie Xiaoqian reached out to pick up a piece of shortbread, and handed it to Zhao Xuan expectantly.

　　Zhao Xuan couldn't bear to brush off the other party's heart, so he took it and tasted it.

　　This short cake is soft and glutinous in the mouth, with a strong aroma and a really good taste.

　　"How is your son, is it to your liking?" Nie Xiaoqian looked at Zhao Xuan a little nervously with her tender eyes.

　　After Zhao Xuan nodded in approval, she couldn't help showing a delighted smile.

　　Then, Nie Xiaoqian turned her head and looked around. After seeing the paper, ink, pen and inkstone on the table, she couldn't help but brighten her eyes and said, "Master, are you writing? Can Xiaoqian take a look?"

　　As she said that, before Zhao Xuan could speak, she walked to the table and looked up at the writing on the table.

　　"do not look!"

　　Zhao Xuan didn't expect Nie Xiaoqian to notice the words on the table, but it was too late to stop her.

　　I saw golden lights suddenly glowing from the copybook on the table, shooting toward Nie Xiaoqian's eyes.

　　"oops……"

　　Nie Xiaoqian let out a cry of pain, and was stabbed by the golden light and closed her eyes, feeling that her eyes were swollen and painful for a while.

　　Zhao Xuan smiled wryly, hurriedly came to Nie Xiaoqian's side, picked her up and put her on the bed in the room.

　　"My handwriting is not an ordinary copybook. It contains the sword intent I have cultivated. It has the miraculous effect of ghosts and gods."

　　As Zhao Xuan said, luck slowly pressed i on Nie Xiaoqian's eyes.

　　"It's a good thing you're just a mortal, and you don't know martial arts. If you're a god, demon, ghost, or something like that, just that one look can knock you out of your wits!"

　　Zhao Xuan's words are not exaggerated at all.

　　He is a true immortal and powerful, even if he writes casually, it is a treasure close to the Tao.

　　Zhao Xuan's slender and fair fingers pressed on Nie Xiaoqian's eyes, making Nie Xiaoqian's face burn like a fire, scorching hot.

　　But for some reason, Nie Xiaoqian found that Zhao Xuan's fingers kept emitting a refreshing breath that made her feel comfortable.

　　Gradually, the stinging pain in Nie Xiaoqian's eyes subsided a lot, and she was finally able to open her eyes.

　　As soon as she opened her eyes, what she saw was Zhao Xuan's handsome and handsome face.

　　"Young master... I... I'm much better..."

　　Nie Xiaoqian lowered her head shyly, and whispered like a mosquito.

　　But when Zhao Xuan really took his hand away, she felt a sense of loss in her heart.

　　"My lord, you just said that there is sword intent in that copybook, how can you write so miraculously?"

　　Zhao Xuan smiled lightly, pulled Nie Xiaoqian over to the table, and then waved his hand, sealing the sword intent in the copybook.

　　"Okay, there's nothing to watch now."

　　When Nie Xiaoqian heard this, she dared to look at the copybook on the table.

　　I saw that on the copybook, only the word "sword" was written.

　　The word is the size of a palm, and the tiger squats and the dragon is coiled on the white paper.

　　Although the sword intent in it was sealed, Nie Xiaoqian could still feel a tragic breath of gold and iron horses splitting the sky and earth from the words. .

Chapter 9 A Chinese Ghost Story, I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals【2/4】

　　Nie Xiaoqian turned pale with shock, and said with lingering fear: "This word is so sharp, it makes people flustered just by looking at it."

　　However, after looking twice more, Nie Xiaoqian, whose eyes were still red, couldn't help but admire:

　　"Moreover, this character can be freely swayed like an antelope's horns. It is really a rare and good character."

　　The more Nie Xiaoqian watched it, the more she liked it, and her love for Zhao Xuan grew deeper.

　　Zhao Xuan's handwriting is of course good. To put it bluntly, even if the book sage Yan Zhenqing is alive, it may not be better than his writing.

　　You know, Zhao Xuan's is a true immortal, and his lifespan is almost endless.

　　Just like a famous saying in later generations, "No matter what you do, as long as you spend [-] hours in that i field, you can become a master in that i field!"

　　As long as Zhao Xuan is willing, he can spend one hundred thousand, one million hours to learn a certain skill.

　　I believe that anyone who is not a pig can become a master in any field after having endless time.

　　Of course, the more important thing is the realm.

　　At Zhao Xuan's level, doing anything and learning anything will be much faster and easier.

　　The more Nie Xiaoqian reads this copybook, the more she likes it, she can't help but turn her head expectantly, and ask softly:

　　"Young master, can this copybook be given to Xiaoqian?"

　　"Of course..." Zhao Xuan nodded with a smile.

　　Seeing Nie Xiaoqian's reddened eyes and tender eyes, Zhao Xuan's heart moved, and he hurriedly pulled her back.

　　"What's the matter?" Nie Xiaoqian looked at Zhao Xuan in confusion and asked.

　　"Yes, keep this posture!"

　　Zhao Xuan's eyes brightened slightly, and he hurriedly found a charcoal pencil, and slowly outlined Nie Xiaoqian's plain clothes and skirt, without makeup but unparalleled beauty.

　　Among the many beauties, Nie Xiaoqian is the most unique one.

　　Her eyebrows and eyes are sad, and she can always give people the urge to hold her in her arms and take good care of her.

　　I believe that as long as you are a man, you cannot resist her charm.

　　Zhao Xuan's eyes brightened slightly, and in just a moment, he drew a sketch of the other party.

　　Over there Nie Xiaoqian twisted her stiff neck, and asked eagerly: "Master, can Xiaoqian move i yet?"

　　"Of course, look at this portrait, it doesn't look like you."

　　Zhao Xuan stopped the charcoal pen, smiled and beckoned Nie Xiaoqian to come over.

　　After Nie Xiaoqian came over, she looked curiously at the sketch on the table.

　　Just one look made her cry out in shock.

　　"Yeah, how come it looks like this?"

　　"It's called sketching. It's a new painting technique. It pursues realism. It uses various light and shadow effects to make it appear more realistic."

　　Ancient music, chess, calligraphy and painting are the four arts of a gentleman. Although Nie Xiaoqian is not a man, her father is a Jinshi who came from the imperial examination and is very knowledgeable.

　　She followed her father's ears and eyes, and was quite talented.

　　Looking at the full-body portrait drawn by Zhao Xuan at this moment, she couldn't help but feel joy in her heart, and asked:

　　"Young master, can you teach me how to draw? Xiaoqian also wants to learn this kind of painting skills."

　　"No problem, if I have time in the future, I will teach you this method of painting."

　　Zhao Xuan agreed, then picked up his pen and wrote the next line of poem next to the portrait.

　　"Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, and every inch of blue silk is full of sorrow."

　　Nie Xiaoqian softly recited these two poems, her eyes sparkled even brighter.

　　"This poem is well written, what's the next line?"