Su Bian Cultivation World

You Su wants to paint, but unfortunately the surrounding environment is not very good.

Luo Jiujiang had just started a big wave in the center of the lake with a knife, and the boat was soaked from the beginning to the end, and there was no place to lay paper on it.

But this is not a problem.

Although the patriarch of You Family started out with painting souls, in recent generations, he has not invested too much energy in painting souls, and he did not even expect You Su to make any achievements in painting souls.You Su can paint until now only because he really loves painting.

This young man who has always been well-clothed and doesn't even know that the flowers he is twirling is not meant to be in a flower basket by nature, can use his fingers as a pen for a sudden burst of inspiration, and take care of his pair of flowers that he spends a lot of money on every day. Fingers draw lines on the thin dust of the rough wooden table, and now they can also pounce on the wet dead fish for their overflowing desire for expression, and slightly poke their round nails into the soft skin on the belly of the silver bass .

Luo Jiujiang swam over and took a look at the side of the boat, then smiled and said: "I see that it is a big piece, but this fish is still too small, you can't draw it, let me find you a suitable length."

You Su slightly let go of the perch with some regrets, obviously agreeing with Luo Jiujiang's saying "too small", but the center of the lake is so foggy that he doesn't touch it anywhere, and there is no paper and pen in his storage bag, just It's not easy to let go.He was just about to stop Luo Jiujiang from looking for a canvas for him, when a burst of cool water mist exploded in his ears.

You Su turned his head suddenly, and saw Luo Jiujiang holding a knife in both hands, and the tip of the knife was piercing straight into the water.I don't know how his saber energy and spiritual power came out, but I saw a water wall rising from the center of the lake out of thin air, the top running water continued to fall, and the bottom was still continuously supplied with new water, so that the water wall was always maintained at a height of one foot.

"Your drawing paper is suitable for the occasion." Luo Jiujiang smiled and said, "I'll get you the drawing ink."

At this time, he was holding the handle of the knife with both hands without gaps, and his whole body was half soaked in the water, but although he had no free hands and feet, Luo Jiujiang still had a mouth.

He half-raised his head, opened his eyes and was facing a vast blue sky. At this moment, the sky was cloudless, and his chest was also bright and free of haze. Qi rose from the dantian, and came out from the heart. Hovering above, lurking in the water of the blue lake.

The voice is low at first and then high, accumulating from vacant to full, and the long air pulses slowly come out, finally making the sound as beautiful as a bell. There are countless fluctuations and ripples suddenly.

The picture of hundreds of thousands of ripples overlapping is beautiful, but the power accumulated in it should not be underestimated. You Su just froze and the boat was pushed back half a foot by the water waves. in front of you.

Realizing that the "homework" done by Yin Sha under the clear water has been achieved, Luo Jiujiang's voice suddenly changed, and the Yin Sha he used was deeper and more powerful than before.After a while, hundreds of small fountains appeared on the surface of Luo Jiujiang's body, each of which was topped with a fish that had just been hit by Luo Jiujiang's voice.

"Asu picks up the ink!" Luo Jiujiang said energetically, "You just use your own heart as the pen!"

Every time he uttered a word, dozens of fresh fish were cut apart by his voice, and the blood of the fish gurgled out, and was absorbed by You Su, who understood it, and merged the fresh blood and ink into a ball of color floating in the air. red.

"Thank you Brother Luo for giving me the good paper and ink," You Su lifted the paper and pulled the blood and ink balls two or three feet away from him into one strand in front of him. "This painting will definitely live up to it."

The water wall aroused by Luo Jiujiang's saber energy seems to be condensed into a solid wall from a distance. In fact, if you look closely, you can find that the water flow in it is constantly changing from bottom to top. It's just that Luo Jiujiang's method of manipulating the spiritual energy is stable and solid, controlling the upper and lower water flows The flow rate is basically consistent, making it smooth and easy to use.

The skills contained in this operation can be said to be solid and beautiful, but the water wall is a canvas after all.

"It's inevitable that the old and new water walls will alternate, and Asu's painting should be done quickly."

"Brother Luo, don't worry, Hua Qingxin said, you just split the lake with a knife, and I am very relieved to see you."

The painting really took off extremely quickly.

In the previous painting on the floating ash on the desktop of the resting pavilion, although the lines drawn by You Su were simple, but the style was delicate enough, it is not difficult to see the years of hard work, but now this painting is driven by both desire and condition in the bottom of my heart, and finally shows the The strokes are totally rough.

Almost without thinking, You Su flicked his arm, and a blood line was fixed on the water wall. The turbulent lake water diluted the concentration of the blood ink, but did not change its outline.What the water wall settles is an undulating arc, which looks like a silhouette of a man with a bent elbow drawing a knife, and also like the concave and convex back of a golden knife with wild goose rings. Although there is only a line of blood red falling on the painting, the painting has a fierce and ferocious meaning. It has already appeared.

The scabbard was hastily patted on by You Su, and it was fixed in less than half a snap of the fingers. It was so careless that it was almost just a series of long bloody palm prints.Before the whole painting was completely diluted by the water wall until its shape was blurred, You Su almost put all his attention on the blade.

Compared with the back of the blade and the hilt of the blade that was "flicked by an inspiration", You Su concentrated on drawing the bloody edge of the blade.

As soon as the blood line was drawn halfway, the water wall trembled because it couldn't bear the profound painting imprinted on it by outsiders, and Luo Jiujiang immediately doubled his sword to stabilize it. In this way, a little Luo Jiujiang's knife was mixed in the water wall It coincides with You Su's painting of blood, so the painting has not yet been completed, but the spirit of the painting has already emerged!

A good painting is often impulsive and easy to get at the beginning, but hard to finish at the end. However, Luo Jiujiang's saber spirit in the water combined with the saber spirit in You Su's painting, making You Su feel like a god. With the half-blade, he swiped smoothly without hesitation!

Before drawing this closing line, You Su turned his head to look at Luo Jiujiang, as if he wanted to inject his whole charm into the painting.

At this moment, the divine light in the eyes of this always gentle and refined young man turned out to be a kind of madness that was almost obsessed with the scrolls he wrote.

The painting is full of spirit and spirit, and the brushwork is smooth and full of meaning.Different from the previous painting with only a faint scent of food, the knife drawn by You Su in less than half a stick of incense this time seems to be halfway out of the carrier. Grab a sharp magic weapon that is hard to find in the world.

For a monk with a lower cultivation base, his spiritual consciousness would even tremble when facing this blood painting, as if he was about to be cut by a blade in the next moment.

This painting, drawn by You Su, is not only Luo Jiujiang's amazing knife just now, but also Luo Jiujiang himself.

The back of the knife takes the outline of Luo Jiujiang swinging the knife, and the edge of the knife borrows his arrogance of daring to fight for the world at that moment. Say hello.

"A good painting is a good knife!"

You Su let out a long mouthful of turbid air, and finally got out of the almost dazed mood just now: "It's not in vain to be greeted by Brother Luo, although this painting will soon dissipate."

"Dissipate?" Luo Jiujiang said, "It's rare for a good painting to be like this, why did it dissipate?"

At this time, the blood painting has been pushed to the top of the water wall by the water waves, and the blood color that has faded a lot will soon be diluted into wisps of foam.You Su couldn't help being startled when he heard the words, and then felt the body of the boat under his feet tremble, but it was Luo Jiujiang who suddenly poured more saber energy into the water.

Luo Jiujiang's knife is just an ordinary thing. He used it to divide the lake first, and then he tossed it like this. Now he really can't hold it anymore.The moment Luo Jiujiang forced the blood painting and the water wall to freeze for a moment, the knife in his hand also cracked with fine lines, and then shattered into four or five irregular pieces of iron.

The long knife shattered suddenly, but Luo Jiujiang smiled with his chest full. He got up from the water, splashing a snow-white flying wave, and flew straight to the blood painting on the top of the water wall, pressing his hand on the blood painting On the hilt of the knife, he said with a long laugh: "My friend gave me a golden wrong knife! *1"

At that moment, the blood painting was finally completely diluted by the rising water and merged into the water, but as the owner of this painting, You Su suddenly opened his eyes wide.

——He could feel that Luo Jiujiang was indeed holding something in his hand.

If you look intently, you can vaguely see Luo Jiujiang holding a blood line in his hand.

Luo Jiujiang waved this unique sword of painting soul, and his whole body hit the center of the lake from top to bottom like an arrow flying from the string.If he said that the knife he divided the lake just now was a chop, then the condescending knife right now was a stab.

The knife-shaped blood line moved freely, and seemed to be able to penetrate deep into the bottom of the lake with one stab.Following the movement of Luo Jiujiang, a certain rumbling sound like an earthquake sounded at the bottom of the lake, and then visible to the naked eye, a shadow slowly floated up under the water surface, and finally suddenly pulled out of the water surface to reveal its head.

On the contrary, the red line held in Luo Jiujiang's hand became shorter and shorter, until the shadow completely emerged and was completely reduced.

And until now, You Su, who was watching the whole process from the side, remembered that he should breathe.

"Brother Luo, you..."

Even though he saw it with his own eyes, You Su still couldn't believe it. What Luo Jiujiang did this time almost exceeded his imagination.

He thought that it would be fine if the painting disappeared, and it would be good if Luo Jiujiang took a look at it. It was not only expected but also a surprise to stimulate the painting spirit, but he didn't expect that Luo Jiujiang would actually hold the painting Soul Saber, and made such an achievement with this sword.

——Luo Jiujiang used this to reach the bottom of the lake, and he built an island in the heart of the lake with the pressure of a thorn.

Of course, the island is not big, and it would be very difficult for two people to stand on it at the same time, and it can only be regarded as the size of a reef in the sea.

But Luo Jiujiang's surprise didn't stop there, he beckoned You Su to get closer, and then pointed to a red mark on the island to show You Su.

The imprint is hollow, the edges are outlined by thin lines, and the color is pure blood red. At a glance, you can feel the knife intent rushing towards your face. It is obviously the blood painting that You Su made with his own hands that has been shrunk several times.

"I just said why should we break up, do you really want to keep it?" Luo Jiujiang smiled proudly at You Su, and after a while he said gently: "Look, Asu, this is the real 'Master' red'."

You Su felt a constriction in his throat and a sore nose, and was about to say something, but Luo Jiujiang stopped him by raising his hand.

"Don't say thank you." Luo Jiujiang smiled leisurely, and motioned You Su to listen to the sound of the piano floating in the distance, "Have you heard the joyful meaning in the music? The meaning of the piano is 'listening is also me, not listening is also I', Brother Luo, I mean 'I do it, I don't do it, I do it' - you can do it if you want to do it, there is nothing to thank. If you like it, you might as well leave this comment to praise me."

You Su was so teased that he shook his head and laughed, thinking that Brother Luo was a real treasure in his heart.He really didn't thank him, but started to praise Luo Jiujiang, which made Luo Jiujiang want to laugh and feel helpless.

The sound of the piano behind him is getting louder and louder, which symbolizes that the distance between them is getting closer.The two looked back at the same time, and saw a painting boat covered with colorful gauze coming in this direction.

"Hey, this music sounds like..." You Su murmured, and the next moment, a golden clay folding fan protruded from the veil, and parted the green curtain fluttering in the lake wind.

"Young people have made a lot of noise over and over again." The man walked slowly up to the bow of the painting boat and said with a half smile.

The melodious sound of the zither in the painting boat was still playing, but at the moment when they saw this person's face clearly, neither Luo Jiujiang nor You Su had the intention to listen to the sound of the zither.

When it comes to the beauty of appearance, among all the people Luo Jiujiang has seen in his life, only Han Qianling can share the beauty with this person.However, Han Qianling's demeanor was rather indifferent, even so cold that he was out of the world, completely different from this person's leisurely and smiling demeanor.

The first impression this person leaves on others is that he is as elegant as the soft groan when the evening wind blows through the secluded bamboo forest.

"Mr. Gongyi." You Su saluted.

Luo Jiujiang also saluted like a gourd painting.

Mr. Gongyi's eyes were full of smiles. He first asked You Su about his recent situation, then turned his gaze to Luo Jiujiang, and asked in a gentle voice, "Is the method you used to kill fish just now called Yinsha?"

This is nothing to admit, Luo Jiujiang nodded in agreement.

"Part of the technique you used just now was created by me, and I knew it when I heard it." Mr. Gongyi first explained with a smile, and then asked: "I only taught this technique to one person at the beginning. I didn't expect to meet you today. Use. Child, who taught you the technique of 'sound killing'?"

Luo Jiujiang hesitated for a moment, not sure whether to speak or not.

Just when he was silent, another speedboat rowed not far away, and there was a disciple of Xuanzhu in a green shirt standing on the bow of the speedboat, the pattern of his clothes looked like Yaofeng.The speedboat stopped in front of Luo Jiujiang in less than three or five fingers, and there were several large and small boats behind it. .

The Yaofeng disciple simply took out an invitation letter and handed it to Luo Jiujiang: "Tomorrow at noon, we will be at the top of Cuiwei Peak, and we, Lord Yin, invite you."

Luo Jiujiang: "Eh? It's a little sudden, I don't know what the Yin Peak Lord means?"

The disciple had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and was full of righteousness. When he heard the words, his thick eyebrows stood upright: "Are you pretending to be stupid? Isn't this the only reason our peak master has invited to fight for so many years?"

Luo Jiujiang tentatively asked: "...Because I took his flowers?" But the Wenshuanghua tree was given to me by your Yinfeng master on his own initiative.

The disciple was furious: "Sure enough, you don't know shame, how dare you say it!"

Luo Jiujiang: "Wait..." Something seems wrong...

The disciples had already exhausted their patience and turned the bow of the boat away, leaving only Luo Jiujiang to be baptized by the eyes of the following boat passengers. In the breeze, occasionally a few words "That's Luo..." "Yeah...he...courageous ...the sky is big..."

Luo Jiujiang: "..." The situation is indeed wrong!

That's not all, Mr. Gongyi in front of him didn't know what he was thinking when he heard this, and he said in a tone of sudden realization: "So that's the case. My friend is naturally romantic, so he must have taught Yinsha some beauty Girl, it was passed down as a family heirloom by that girl. You were so handsome and coquettish at a young age, I think this voice was taught by your lover when you were in love with some beautiful woman."

This Mr. Gongyi looks at such a talented person, how can he use such eloquent words!

As soon as these words came out, Luo Jiujiang suddenly felt that the sight of him from the nearby ships was several times stronger and stronger, and he almost saw a hole in him.

Luo Jiujiang: "..."

No!He is not!He didn't!What a shame!

The author has something to say: *1 Adapted from "The Poem of Four Sorrows" Zhang Heng's beauty gave me a golden wrong knife.Most of the interpretations of "golden wrong knife" in the poem refer to money and knife coins, and here we only take the literal meaning.