Crossing the sword spirit of the world of comprehension

"What did he say?" Chi Riyan stared at Yue Zheng expectantly, his eyes were shining brightly, Wang Xiaojian was very suspicious, if he was given a tail, he might wag it.

Yuezheng has long been used to his master's nonchalant personality, so he said calmly: "He can draw, but he doesn't know if it looks like..."

Chi Riyan's eyes were so hot that they were about to burst into flames, Wang Xiaojian's scalp went numb for a while, and he felt that the image of the fairy family that had just been established was shattered into pieces.And Chi Riyan was really surprised and delighted. There are not many treasures that turn into spirits in the world, and cultivators can only talk to sword spirits but can't see their appearance, so he has been with Ziyi for so long, but he still doesn't like it. Knowing Ziyi's appearance, I don't know how regretful it is.God knows how many years he has wanted to know what Ziyi looks like!He has always wanted to know what the owner of the gentle voice that is always in his ear looks like. Now that his wish is about to come true, can he lose his composure?

One side was elated and excited, but the other side was very angry.

"Do you dare to despise me?" Wang Xiaojian was greatly insulted, and he had been disliked and useless before, so he insisted on winning this game, "Give me a pen and a piece of paper, and I will draw it right away!"

Ha, this person despises him for not being able to cut or fly, but how dare he despise his special skills!

Yue Zheng snorted, and a few strands of black and white hair danced along with him, showing his disdain.

He was originally handsome, but even with such an abominable demeanor, he looked particularly good-looking. While he was so angry that his teeth were itching, people couldn't help admiring in his heart: "Beauty!" (﹃)

No matter how angry Wang Xiaojian was, Yue Zheng said coolly, "I can give you both the pen and paper, but what do you use for painting? Hands or legs?" He had long wanted to say that this was the crux of the problem.

Wang Xiaojian: "..."

Wang Xiaojian: QAQ

Obviously there is such a good opportunity to prove that he is useful!

"What did he say?" Chi Riyan over there was still waiting anxiously, "It doesn't matter, whether the painting looks like it or not, let's try it first and then talk."

Wang Xiaojian lacked confidence, "You can try it, I use my feet to draw."

"You can't move, and you need me to help you." Yue Zheng's tone became colder.

Wang Xiaojian: "..." Brother, please give me a chance to prove myself!

"Pfft, you don't need to be so troublesome." The woman in purple over there covered her mouth and chuckled, her expression was serene and serene, like a big peony blooming quietly in the dark night, gorgeous and with a hidden fragrance, "It's been so many years, what does it matter if you don't see it?" What's the difference?"

Wang Xiaojian had a good impression of the woman in purple, and he said urgently: "Of course there is a difference. Don't worry, I will definitely draw you."

Chi Riyan also said: "Of course there is a difference, I'm afraid you are different from what I think!"

Yuezheng said helplessly to Chi Riyan: "He is determined to help you, find a place."

Chi Riyan showed joy and nodded hurriedly, not at all the suzerain demeanor of the head of the immortal sect.

Seeing this situation, Yuezheng could only put his own affairs back, and flew to his residence with Chi Riyan, while flying, he was surprised in his heart. He thought Master was weird before, but now it seems that he He is too obsessed with his own sword, and his feelings have surpassed the feelings of people towards swords...

Frowning, he didn't understand what this sense of disobedience was, and shook his head, thinking that Master was the master of a sect with powerful mana, so he didn't need to worry about it, so he stopped thinking about it.

The two swords fell in front of a bamboo house shaded by green bamboos. The bamboo house was exquisite and lovely, and it looked quiet and elegant in a lush bamboo forest.Pushing open the door, revealing the simple furnishings inside, a table, a chair and a bed.Chi Riyan looked around, found a set of Four Treasures of the Study, put it on the table, and took out ink to study it.

Wang Xiaojian discussed with Yuezheng, "Let's discuss how to paint. I know what she looks like, and I know how to write, but I can't move."

"I'll just help you." Yuezheng said, "I'll use your strength, and you can control my hand."

Wang Xiaojian's eyes widened, "How...how is this possible?" This is equivalent to him controlling Yuezheng's body.

"As long as you and I are connected, and I lend you my spiritual power, you can control my hand."

Wang Xiaojian didn't expect that drawing a picture would be so troublesome, he hesitated and asked, "Will it affect you?"

"It will consume some spiritual power, just rest for a few days." Yue Zheng looked cold.

Seeing that he looked relaxed, Wang Xiaojian didn't do what he thought, and there was no other good way at the moment, so he nodded and agreed.But they don't know how laborious it is to use spiritual energy to communicate with a broken sword, and they don't know that it is a taboo for ascetics to allow others to control their bodies, because things happen from time to time, let alone two people. You also need to think through the spiritual energy, if you want to seize the house, it is even easier.

"Stop talking nonsense, come quickly and paint!" Chi Riyan over there polished the ink, and beckoned the two to come quickly.

Yuezheng walked to the table with Wang Xiaojian in his hands, concentrating and calming down.The white paper on the table stands out, thick black ink is filled in the inkstone, the sound of the bamboo forest, the sound of the wind, the room is filled with the fragrance of bamboo leaves, and the fresh air of the mountains and deep forests.

There were rustling sounds on the paper, and the onlookers looked at the sword dipped in the ink for a while, and moved to the center of the paper for a while, and kept scribbling. Fortunately, the sword is not sharp, so it is easy to draw like this. The paper was not damaged much, and after an unknown period of time, the woman's upper body appeared vividly on the paper. The painting was lifelike, different from the paintings I usually see, and almost the same as a real person.

Chi Riyan looked at Yuezheng, his brows became tighter and tighter, because he could see that Yuezheng was basically using his spiritual power to help the sword, but as an ancient sword, it shouldn't make the master so hard .As time passed by, Yue Zheng's expression was still calm and calm, and his movements of swinging his sword and painting were still flowing.

Inside the delicate bamboo house, reflecting the emerald jade-like bamboo poles outside the window, the man was dressed in white clothes like snow, with a flying fox fur, with his head bowed lightly, and a few strands of black and white hair fluttered with his movements.Holding the simple bronze sword in his hand, he dipped it in ink and drew a silver hook on the white rice paper.

White rice paper, thick black ink, one person, one sword, one painting.

When the wind came out, the bamboo waves burst and rustled.

The breath of ice and snow from that person, and the green breath of the bamboo forest, are so harmonious.

Painting with a sword.

The painting is a peerless beauty.

The weapon that was supposed to reveal its sharpness also has such a lingering moment, trace by trace, bit by bit, inch by inch, and then a beauty like pearls and jade jumps out on the paper, lifelike.

The air of ice and snow is compatible with greenery; the coldness of soldiers and halberds is compatible with the softness of beauty.

Really strange and shocking picture.

Chi Riyan was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head to look at the painting, first he saw the face, then the vivid almond eyes, delicate nose, and small mouth, with a gentle smile on his lips.The sword edge walks away, followed by the black hair like a waterfall like a cloud, spreading on the painting paper, like vines dancing on the cliff, soft and tender, but also with indescribable loneliness, flowers bloom and fall, spring and summer In autumn and winter, it opens quietly and withers silently, but no one sees it.

He couldn't help but reach out to touch it, but he stopped the moment he touched it, and turned his head to look at the sword that was following him.

There was a mass of transparency, but he seemed to see the outline of the woman, with black hair like a waterfall, and a smile on her lips.

So he murmured: "Ziyi."

"I'm here."

Chi Riyan took a deep breath and watched the woman gradually appear in the painting.

The painting made with the sword is so soft and beautiful.

Wang Xiaojian didn't expect that he could draw like this. It's not that he can't draw well, but that he draws so well that he can even draw Shen Yun.

Chi Riyan's eyes flickered, as if there were many emotions circulating.Wang Xiaojian thought he was going to say something to Zi Yi, but unexpectedly he said to Yue Zheng: "Come out, I have something to tell you."

Then the two went out, only Wang Xiaojian, Purple Beauty, and the paintings on the table were left in the room.

Ziyi seemed a little shy and asked, "Do I look like this?"

Wang Xiaojian was stunned for a moment, and then realized that although she could see other people's appearance, she couldn't see her own appearance, so she nodded quickly, "Sister Ziyi, you are a great beauty."

Elder sister, beauty, delicious desserts.This is his secret to dealing with women.

The big beauty blushed and changed the subject, "Where are you from?"

Wang Xiaojian grinned and began to talk about Dashan, "I am from the earth, haha, the earth is quite big. To be precise, I should be from Tibetan Sword Mountain."