Chapter 134

Mo Yun stands in front of the table, fascinated by the blank picture.

Holding a pen, drop by drop, sputter open, like a blossoming plum.

What should be done?

Control brush movement?

How to move?

What kind of shape do you imitate?

Landscape? Flowers and birds?

What's the point!

To draw, draw something that ordinary people can't draw! Draw something that doesn't exist!

He spent a lot of money, the thick ink gradually dried up, and finally filled the scroll.

What is this?

If you are not satisfied, tear it off and redraw it.

It's not easy to draw good works!

Use the body as the pen, the soul as the hand, and turn the internal Qi into ink.

Splash!

Embellishment!

Move!

What to draw? Don't use your brain to think, give it to inspiration! Give it to the soul!

……

Lu Zhengkang and Kun Qing persuade Quan Suhuan to see the eldest son in the prime minister's temple.

Quan Suhuan is very dissatisfied, but still agreed, she is a person who listen to the words.

"Take my Jiahai Jinluan and have a cup of tea."

"Good."

"That's wonderful."

The three of them went out of the house. Lu Zhengkang said to a maid, "benefactor, please go to junxianju and inform the young master Moyun in white that the girl playing the piano is in danger. First, you should see if he has finished his painting. If he is in a daze, knock on the door. If you're still painting, just wait a moment. Don't worry

The maid went at her command.

Kunqing Taoist pinched fingers, squinted at the sky, for a long time, a smile, "this can give us a little effort."

Lu Zhengkang also recognized this person's divination ability, so he asked curiously, "Taoist, how can you still be a descendant of the three sects at your level?"

Kun Qing's face is not very good-looking, "it's not that group of old people who occupy the position, and there are several related households in front of me. When I get to seventy or eighty, maybe I'll make it."

After hearing this, Lu Zhengkang laughed and swung his big sleeves into the luxurious carriage.

The Taoist followed him bitterly and said nothing more.

……

Mo yunduan sits on the ground.

He remembered what Lu Zhengkang had said to him.

"It's up to you to either enjoy or forget."

Outside the door came a cry: "master Mo! Master Miaoji asked my maid to give you a message. "

Mo Yun slightly side head, "say."

"The girl who plays the piano is in danger."

"I know."

"I'll leave."

The clouds turn back.

There was a dead silence in his eyes.

"Forget it. Forget the sword. "

"No thought is thought, no law."

These words are all said by that person.

The unfathomable little monk

Who the hell is he?

The heart lake rippled.

The remnant of the heart sword classic is the ancient swordsman.

Residual spirit, restrained aura

The repressed melt erupted deep.

Mo Yun suddenly got up.

Whisper.

"I don't want to forget, I don't need to."

Drink high.

"Those who are obstructing me and those who are confusing me should be cut off at the same time!"

The so-called elegant people, the so-called etiquette and morality, the so-called mind bias, you are all my cage!

"Ha

A long smile.

Cang!

Cut the dragon out of the scabbard!

A Silver Rainbow flies into the hand of the swordsman.

Mo Yun turns his wrist and spreads light and thin sword like flying flowers in the rotation of four seasons.

Holding the long sword upside down, he pushed out the door. The light of noon was blown in with the wind along with the cold of winter, which moved the hanging picture.

On the white paper, it is an ink sword!

Though the sword is broken, the heart sword is still sharp!

Heresy, kill!

Those who disturb my heart, kill!

Enemy, kill! Kill! Kill!

……

A thin slender arm lightning like raised, a pinch Ning Bai Yi's neck.

The girl looks at Quan Hongming with horror in her eyes.

No.

He is not Quan Hongming, he is the monster under the skin!

"Finally, good friend!" The monster grinned, revealing two rows of sharp tusks.

Ning Baiyi's face turned red, "you Yes, who is it? "

Scarlet faces emerge from the surface of "Quan Hongming", such as the sacrificial totem of primitive witchcraft.

"This is the birth of all! You can call me that name, ha haThe shape of the mutualism is constantly distorted, and it is getting bigger and bigger. The dark muscles are as strong as rocks, which burst the chains.

There are more and more grimaces, more and more dense, showing all kinds of beings. It's really all kinds of beings!

On the back grow a white delicate arm, grasp each other, form a piece, the shadow between the arms seems to have countless flickering eyes, as if hiding in the trunk of a underworld, and countless ghosts are peeping at the world of the living.

Soon, the expansion of the crowd against the top of the stone prison, he held Ning Baiyi in one hand, waved a punch to break the wall, rushed out.

"Roar --!!"

This huge inhuman howl soon called the monks of the great prime minister temple.

"Where is the evil! Put it down, benefactor

The monks in the capital are all literate monks. They don't learn martial arts, but they are still happy and unafraid. They shout loudly and order all the people to give up.

"Good, good! You bald donkeys, I'm tired of hearing you talk on weekdays! I've just dissected you today. I'm going to have a tooth beating ceremony! "

All of them waved their claws angrily and knocked the monks to the ground. The blood was pouring, but no one stepped back.

The living begin to recite sutras for the dead, just like a stake.

Seeing this scene, he felt a kind of contempt from the bottom of his heart and became more and more furious. He grabbed a monk and put him into his mouth and began to chew. His bones were broken like peas, and his blood plasma flowed down his mouth. It was like a blood sacrifice.

Just as he was killing, there was a loud shout.

"Don't be wild! I'll come, too! "

Kun Qingli is on the top of the main hall, holding a jade Rune and pointing at the demon.

"Mugong curse!"

A green wind from the East turns into an illusory thin and tough vine, which penetrates into the mutual body, twists and turns to form a net. It binds both the body and the soul, and immediately teaches the body not to move, the mouth not to speak, the mind not to turn, and the God not to change.

Lu Zhengkang jumped into the bloody yard and looked at the dead monks. His face didn't change.

He waved gently, and these dead souls flew into his hands.

Over there, Taoist kunqing did another trick. He saw the sword behind him flying out like thunder and stabbing at the arms of the others, but he wanted to save Ning Baiyi.

This is the flying sword skill of Ran mountain!

Defend the sword with Qi and kill the enemy at a hundred paces away.

The light of the sword is bright, and it's easy to wear the stone and break the jade.

However, the sharpness of the sword can only scratch the tough skin of the crowd, cut a few grimaces, and then the wound healed, but nothing happened.

Lu Zhengkang looks at Ning Baiyi. Although she is held in the palm of the hand of zhongxiangsheng, her life is not in danger for the time being. Her eyes are solemn, and she seems to be looking for a way out.

Taoist kunqing's flying sword came back in vain, which made his face a little unhappy.

He raised the command again and said, "all those who are fighting are marching forward in array!" This is Liujia secret wish, nine word mantra.

After a spell, kunqing's momentum is more powerful, and the flying sword moves around like a dragon.

The Taoist put away the talisman, raised his hand to hold the sword, and stood upright in front of him, solemn and solemn, like God's help.

"Take my sword!"

Flying up, stabbing the sword in the air, pointing directly at the eyebrows, it is as bright as Mount Tai, as urgent as the waterfall falling from the nine sky.

The fourth level, Taibao Jiuhua sword!

It's a light sword, but the dust along the way is cut.

This sword is by no means so easy to resist, and the Mutsu Sheng, who has been cursed by Mu Gong and can't move, is just helpless!

Kunqing's body and mind are immersed in the sword power. He feels that his martial arts have reached a new level. It's amazing that man and sword are in one!

However, he saw that everyone was born with a ferocious smile.

The charm is broken.

Boom!

One punch!

A punch like a siege hammer!

A blow like lightning!

Before the Taoist had time to change his moves, he was directly hit to fly and fell into the Buddhist temple, making a dull sound of impact.

Lu Zhengkang is still indifferent, standing in the same place, rubbing the Epiphyllum ghost in his hand.

But he was not willing to let go of him! Hey, hey He wanted to kill him, but looking at Lu Zhengkang's cold face, his heart stopped for a moment.

His eyes became hesitant and scared, muttering, "eat the Taoist first, and then eat you! "

just at this moment, a clear sword light came from outside the temple, suddenly like a meteor across the sky.

"Ghost, kill!"

The sword light bursts like a fish school scattered. Every sword light has life. They move happily and form a formation to encircle and kill.

As soon as his face changed, he tried to wave his hand. The wind of his hand ran away, but he was dodged by the sword light.

Tens of thousands of sword Qi pierced into the mutual body, and the tough skin was cracked and worn away by the fierce wind and sand.Continuous regeneration, continuous cutting, comparable to lingchi.

Xiangsheng bathes in the sword rain and roars with pain and pleasure.

"At last, we have a good opponent!"

Voice did not fall, a faint cold light flashing for a moment, demon rock like palm, Qi wrist and broken.

"Oh

The palm falls, Ning Baiyi jumps out.

Mo Yun's tall and straight body appears behind the demon, with white clothes and white sword, colder than snow.