The old ancestor's painting style is always wrong

Shen Zhongyu watched Zhang Zhihe squeeze a table full of walnuts, picked up the nuts and ate them, and asked, "What do you want?"

Zhang Zhihe's face was serious, as if he had borrowed a face from Chu Fengge. Hearing this, he pulled out the sinker, and saw that the sword light was as clear as autumn water, and his fingers slid across the icy edge of the sword, feeling the chill .

Sensing the agitation of his master's mind, Shen Bijian trembled slightly with excitement, roaring like a dragon or a tiger.He wiped the sword for a while, and wiped the blade lightly with his fingers, blood drops dripped out, and smeared on the silver sword, showing a bewitching bright red.

He stared at the blood red, and said: "Sir, do you think my Chen Bi is still sharp?"

"Incomparably sharp."

"Beheading a beauty with a sword is also a great pleasure." Zhang Zhihe replied with a murderous look.

Shen Zhongyu nodded when he heard the words: "Okay." His eyes were even more admiring. These people looked at Zhang Zhihe as a fried cat, but they didn't know that he was actually a tiger. A tiger is in a good mood when it is full, but it can't be touched when it is hungry. To eat people.

Holding the sword, Zhang Zhihe concentrated on feeling Shen Bi's slight tremors, every tremor was the response of the unformed sword spirit, which surprised Zhang Zhihe, and patiently communicated with Saber.

After a while, he finally felt his mood, and said to Shen Zhongyu who was sitting next to him, "Sir, I was the one to be rude."

"It doesn't matter, when do you plan to fight? Before that, let me tell you about the route of Huashen Palace." Shen Zhongyu seemed to think of something, and said with a smile: "Speaking of it, you still have an advantage in fighting Fang Linji That. After all, you have seen Gao Lingxue cast spells with your own eyes."

Zhang Zhihe frowned when he heard the words, and said: "Sir, are you talking about the demon god in Lema Town? It's really the scene of Gao Lingxue casting spells?" It is more powerful, but the meaning may not be as good." Zhang Zhihe's face changed slightly when he heard this, and an idea suddenly popped up in his heart, why does the master know what the real scene of Gao Lingxue casting a spell is, and he stood up and bowed to Shen Zhongyu made a salute and said: "Mr. Xie, I'm going to post the battle card first." Turning back, looking at the writing room on the case, he let out a long sigh of relief, and thought to himself, Mr. treats me frankly, but I am suspicious. Going back, could it be that this is where my own demons lie.If there is a rift with my husband because of a demon, wouldn't it make my husband sad?

Shen Zhongyu watched the door of the room half-opened and half-closed, imitating Zhang Zhihe's hesitation in his heart. After forming a pill, he is prone to inner demons. Instead of making him gradually suspicious, it is natural to cut off the bad seedlings at the beginning , when he gets used to it.

After a while, Zhang Zhihe wrote a letter of war, and when he came out, he saw Shen Zhongyu sitting under the shade of a tree with a smile, leisurely peeling walnuts. Make friends with Mr.Thinking of this, he also stepped forward with a smile and said: "Sir, look at me writing a letter of war like this, what's the matter?"

Shen Zhongyu took it over and took a look, and saw that the battle post was painted with silver hooks, full of youthful spirit, the appointment was tomorrow, and said: "I'm afraid you will make Fang Linji half dead by doing this, she will definitely agree."

After Fang Linji received the post, she was really pissed off. The text contained a sword intent, and even when she opened it, she felt like cutting her hand. Looking at the content again, it seemed that a knife was stabbing Fang Linji's lung tube. Directly two lines: Shame and the same rank, only wish to fight!

This was enough for Fang Linji, who was already prone to overthinking, to fill up all kinds of content in his brain, and angrily cursed: "This reckless man, how dare you look down on me! If you want to fight, fight!"

Seeing that she was angry, the ghost maid who was waiting by the side didn't dare to go forward, but just picked up the letter she threw angrily on the ground and sent it to Zhang Zhihe.

Shen Zhongyu and Zhang Zhihe explained the route of Huashen Palace for half a day, and when they saw the reply letter from Huashen Palace, they sent Zhang Zhihe back to meditate, saying: "You should calm down." Zhang Zhihe got up and bent over After a ceremony, I went back.Shen Zhongyu also returned to the room, summoned Shen Yi, and said: "Nowadays there are quite a few disciples from various sects in Qingcheng Mountain, you go and find out some news."

Hearing this, Shen Yi said, "It's not just the adults who want to know the news."

"Go and find out what lives Fang Linji has had since her debut. Go to the small sect to find out, she still dare not mess with the big sect."

"Yes, my lord."

"Go." Shen Zhongyu said, throwing a breath restraining talisman on Shen Yi.

Qiu Xuan, a disciple of Bishan Outer Sect who came with the master, gritted her teeth secretly when she heard the news that Kunlun Immortal Zong Zhang Zhihe was about to fight against Fang Linji. He clasped his hands tightly, and the thin nails actually scratched the palms of the hands with bloodstains.

Her elder brother, who had been with her for many years, was also a disciple of Bishan's inner sect, and unfortunately met Fang Linji when he left the sect to travel after the establishment of the foundation, and as a result, there was no body left.

Thinking of my elder brother who died tragically, Qiu Xuan bit her lower lip, and blood oozed out. This temptress actually turned my elder brother's soul into a ghost, and walked through the market with a swagger, making him unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation.

Thinking of such deep hatred, she only hated her own lack of cultivation, wishing she could tear Fang Linji alive.Seeing her bowing her head and wringing her hands, her fellow disciples thought of her brother and knew that she was in a bad mood, so they asked her to go back to her room to rest.

Qiu Xuan felt that she was in the same family, and she really didn't want to hear the word "Fang Lin Ji" being mentioned again, so she saluted and turned back.Along the way, the news of these two people was still in her ears, and she could not care about her status as a monk, so she couldn't help praying with palms together, in the way of heaven, Daoist Zhang must kill that temptress.

As soon as she returned to the room, she felt something was wrong, hesitated for a moment, took out her sword and picked up the folded bedding, but a sheet of paper as thin as a cicada's wing fell out, holding a handle that was neither gold nor jade. , like a short sword of ice crystal glaze, she cautiously stepped forward to look, and saw a line of official script clearly written on a thin piece of paper: Fanglin was seriously injured and will pass Qingyang.

Seeing this line of words, Qiu Xuan couldn't help being startled, she was so excited that she knelt down on the ground, a burst of joy of being able to take revenge with her own hands welled up in her heart, is this really true? !She took another look, but found that the page was blown into the air because it was too thin, and then burned slowly in the air, turning into ashes, and finally even the ashes flew away.

Facing the thin paper that disappeared in a blink of an eye, Qiu Xuan felt as if she was exhausted. She couldn't help biting the tip of her tongue, looked down, and saw that the dagger was still there. Someone set a trap for her, or is there really someone who wants to point her to revenge.She thought of her brother who had died, she shed tears, secretly said, no matter it's true or not, I'll just go there, even if I die, I will avenge my brother.

Qingyang is a remote town not far from Qingcheng Mountain. Although there are many residents due to the production of wild ginseng, it is so remote that only businessmen and ginseng tourists usually go there.When Qiu Xuan inquired about this, she couldn't help but wonder why Fang Linji was seriously injured and went to such a small town?

The next day, although Li Weijin had a headache in every possible way, Zhang Zhihe and Fang Linji were actually competing, but he had no choice but to arrange it, explaining to the guests: "We are not in charge of these big sect matters."

It is true that all the casual cultivators are concerned, secretly thinking that the two sects are too domineering.In fact, Zhang Zhihe said that there is no need to set up a ring, just an open space, and Fang Linji is not interested in letting people watch the battle, and said that there is no need for trouble.

But for the sake of popularity, Li Weijin turned the battle between the two into a ring fight. There were huge crowds of people around the ring, and it was like watching the excitement.Zhang Zhihe was the first to appear on the stage, jumped onto the ring by himself, saluted Li Weijin, then pressed his sword behind his back, watching Fang Linji come out.

Fang Linji's appearance was quite grand, several ghouls in the shape of strong men carried white decorated sedan chairs, and two rows of beautiful maids held flowers, incense burners and other things, and she was dressed in plain clothes, and her black hair was as thin as a leaf. Wrapped with a pair of golden rings, it looks beautiful and moving, like a hibiscus in autumn.

She came up slowly, although she hated to death in her heart, she still had a pretty smile on her pretty face, and blessedly said: "Young Master Zhang is polite." There was three parts of grievance, seven parts of sorrow, and infinitely charming.

Zhang Zhihe flipped over the sword in his hand, and only said two words: "Come and fight!"

The onlookers booed when they heard this, they really don't know how to pity women, if I had her yelling this on stage, I would be willing to die, tsk tsk, why did he get such shit luck?Also don't know how to cherish.

Fang Linji smiled sadly, stroked her temples and said, "Is the young master so displeased with being a concubine?" The words were soft, but his subordinates were not merciful.The ghost who was standing by the side like a clay sculpture and wood carving rushed forward at once, and struck out Zhang Zhihe with a sword.

Zhang Zhihe saw that he was only a foundation builder, his sword and man merged into one, and he swept past, cutting the ghost in two.Fang Linji smiled and directed one ghost after another, blocking Zhang Zhihe as if she was not afraid of exhaustion, but she yawned coquettishly and exhaled white mist, covering the entire ring in a blink of an eye.

In the white mist, Zhang Zhihe saw ghosts rushing forward one after another as if they were fearless of death, his heart gradually became impatient, and his heart swelled up, and he rushed straight to Niwan, burning his face red , the inner demon is caught in the fire in his heart and is eager to move. A little carelessness can burn his whole body to ashes. It seems that the situation is very dangerous.