Chapter 238

Ling Yun is sitting under the osmanthus tree. Yi Shan is not far away. He is holding a drawing board in his hand. Now he is not so good as his elder brother canggui. To say that this painting really delays the osmanthus tree.

"All right?" Ling Yun saw Yi Shanlian stop writing and thought that Yi Shanlian had finished painting and had been sitting for so long. If he hadn't been thinking about the secret of heaven and earth, he would feel a little bored. He didn't like to be looked at like this for a long time. Ling Yun didn't know that he was one of the closest people in the history of the osmanthus ferry to be so close to the osmanthus tree.

"It's going to be a while. Don't worry. It's called slow work Yi Shanlian's paintings are really excellent. Of course, if Ling Yun knew what Yi Shanlian had done before, he might want to strangle Yi Shanlian.

Under the green sweet scented osmanthus trees, the young man in green clothes wears a green jade hairpin. He looks a little stiff, but he does it properly. It's the first time that Yi Shanlian works so seriously, especially Lingyun's eyes. In fact, they are ordinary, but there are some imaginative stories in them. They are deep, divine and calm. In fact, they are very complicated, So Yi Shanlian felt that he couldn't find the eyes to draw Lingyun.

He suddenly saw the three immortal swords behind Lingyun. He had an idea that all the swordsmen in the world were romantic. He was a fierce swordsman. His eyes should be calm and sharp.

After the painting, Ling Yun looked at the portrait Yi Shanlian had made for himself and said with a smile, "I can't see that you still have this talent."

"No, if you don't inquire, I'm so famous in Jianzhou!" Yi Shan even hands akimbo, a face proud, "it is both civil and martial arts."

"I believe it for the moment," said Ling Yun, smashing his mouth. "It's a good painting."

Under the osmanthus tree, the young man in Qingyi carries a long sword. His eyebrows are more vigorous and indifferent than the real Lingyun. The most attractive thing is that his eyes are calm and clear, and all living beings avoid his sharp edge.

Yi Shanlian only noticed that Ling Yun's body was abnormal, but he didn't know anything about his soul. However, he didn't ask these questions. Ling Yun didn't say that everyone should have his own secret and everyone should have his own experience. Sharing or not sharing is the passivity of the parties and the passivity of another, which is the world, The relationship between adults has changed.

Yi Shan and Ling Yun are the result of mutual agreement. Yi Shan asks Ling Yun to put the picture away, but they are prepared to watch the war, which is one of the youngest ten people in the misty state. For all the states in the world, of course, those who like beautiful girls have selected the top ten fairies, just as an addition to each state's selection of the top ten young people, The real attraction of the world of monks is the strength of monks.

The last generation of ten young people in Kyushu have now reached a peak, enough to suppress one side, while the new generation is still competing, not for the fame of the ten, but to go to the avenue to see the scenery that the Taoist Buddha and the Confucian sage have seen.

Weiran, the eighth person in miaozhou, and the ten young people who are waiting for the first place, are in the fight between Leng Jingqiu, the 11th swordsman.

Weiran Qijing sword repair, Sabre blue, medium quality immortal sword, originally flying sword is popular. Weiran sword has a great reputation in miaozhou. Of course, it's not because of his family background and strength, but from the occasional comments of the Confucian sage. Although Weiran is a sword repair, he is also a Confucian student. Although he has no fame, he is full of poetry and etiquette, and he is the most genial, This life flying sword is popular, the most powerful is not to attack, but to clean the heart.

The sword repair is cold and startling in autumn. The eleventh man is ethereal. He wears the sword coldly. He is inferior to the flying sword. He originally ordered the flying sword to startle the autumn. The Qi of the sword is extremely cold, and the meaning of the sword is even colder. The sword startles the autumn, and the four sides are cold.

Many elegant restaurants in the sweet scented osmanthus ferry have gathered many people. Landscape paintings are not necessarily available to everyone. They may not be loved by everyone. Therefore, they want to see this kind of battle of sword and repair. There are prepared landscape paintings in all the states of Jiuzhou, and they cooperate with Ling Ling Zong or Yu Ling Zong. Can publicize for the first time, let oneself make a sum of money first.

Yi Shan Lian is not the one who loves money. He pulls Ling Yun to choose the best position on the floor of the cold moon, takes out a generation of Lingyuan, and is ready to throw money into it at any time.

Ling Yun sat next to Yi Shan Lian, folded his hands in his sleeves, and bent his back. "Now these young people have grown up with aura? It's all the cultivation of seven and eight realms, and it's not allowed to live. "

Yi Shan laughed and said, "before forty, Nirvana in nine realms was already a gift. Before fifty, it was an absolute immortal. Now Wei Ran is thirty-seven or eight years old. His talent is good. However, compared with the top-ranking Tianjiao in Kyushu, it's still a lot worse. Of course, when it comes to cultivation, talent comes second, and the most important thing is mood, It doesn't have to be slow in the front

"Besides that cold autumn, there were a lot of adventures to catch up with. But I don't think he can beat Weiran today. Although Feijian Jingqiu is stronger in killing and breaking out, it can't last long. Today's realm can't be beat." Yi Shan said with a squint.

Ling Yun asked: "since you already know the result, why do you want to see it?"

"All things, isn't the process more important?" Yi Shanlian also said, "besides, monks have the greatest possibility. Maybe what I said is wrong?"

Ling Yun nodded slightly, squinted, yawned and said, "let's have a look."

"Why don't you seem interested?" Yi Shanlian asked.

Ling Yun nodded slightly and didn't speak. It's probably human nature. When he saw his peers, he always felt ashamed or extreme. Even if he was envious in his heart, he didn't admit it. Yi Shan didn't even say anything more. Anyway, it's all Ling Yun's business. Being a brother is not being a mother.

The most famous natural scenic spot in miaozhou is Tianlai Miaomiao peak, which is one of the famous mountains in the world of Kyushu. In miaozhou, there is guituo mountain, which is also a very famous scenic spot. Because it is surrounded by miaozhou all the year round, it is called guituo mountain. The name is not nice, but the scenery is excellent. The Xianhe Miaomiao peak occupies 90% of the world, and the remaining 10% is shared by Wudang and Longhu Mountain, Guituo mountain is one of the gathering places of cranes. There are mountains, water, wood, bamboo, pavilions and pavilions. The scenery in the south is the best in the world, and the ethereal scenery in the south is the most ethereal in Kyushu.

The craftsmanship of landscape paintings can be divided into three ways: one is for the clan that produces landscape paintings, the other is for the power in charge of landscape paintings, and the other is for the people who are surrounded by landscape paintings. Of course, if it's a personal landscape painting, just throw money into it.

Yi Shanlian's goal was not to see two people compare swords, but to see the fairy sisters who were watching. That was his goal.

Although Ling Yun seems to be careless, in fact, his attention is all on it. In Kyushu, it is extremely difficult to cultivate swords. Everyone can be a monk, but not everyone is a monk. Every sword practitioner must not be a weak one, and they all have their own unique way of practice.

On the Lingguang peak of guituo mountain.

Wei Ran and Leng Jing Qiu hold the sword against each other. There is an invisible Qi force collision between them!

Wei Ran and Leng Jingqiu finally put down their hands and pressed the handle of the sword. Leng Qingqiu said, "I want to kill you, not because of some young ten people."

"I know." Wei Ran said mildly that his character has always been like this. He doesn't like to fight, and he won't give in. Maybe when he was young, his friends would always become strangers because of all kinds of opportunities, but all of them are hard to let go, just nostalgia for the past. "Since we can't choose, let's fight hard."

"Sonorous!"

Ling Yun didn't see clearly how they drew their swords and how they collided with each other. The powerful sword Qi dispersed the surrounding clouds, and the sky was blue.

Up and down Lingguang mountain, there is a sea of people. On the mountain, there are only swords and shadows. On one side, it's like the ice of winter, on the other side, it's like the flowers of spring, and the grass grows and the warbler flies.

"Ding!"

The tips of the sword collided and sparks splashed. After a blow, they both stepped back. There was uncle's frost on Wei Ran's brow. Leng Qingqiu's right hand trembled slightly, and Wei Ran frowned slightly. He didn't want to die. Leng Qingqiu naturally did, but there was an irresolvable contradiction between them. He didn't want to say it, and Leng Jingqiu didn't want to hear it.

Ling Yun yawns. No matter how poor his eyesight is, he knows that these two people don't want to fight for life and death. No matter what the reason is, there is nothing to look after.

But just when Ling Yun thought nothing would happen, Wei Ran suddenly put out his sword. The light of the sword was bright and cut to Leng Jingqiu's eyebrows.

Leng Qingqiu seemed to have expected that. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. The light of the sword crossed his head, and his figure dissipated Someone exclaimed.

Wei Ran carries his sword. Leng Jingqiu suddenly appears behind him. A sword pierces Wei Ran's sabre. The long sword runs through Wei Ran's chest. The Qi of the sword washes Wei Ran's meridians. Wei Ran suddenly spits out a mouthful of blood. Lengjingqiu steps on Wei Ran's back and slowly draws out the sabre. Lengqing, who is seriously injured, falls from the cliff.

Lengjingqiu stood on the edge of the cliff, looking indifferent. They used to be good friends, but now they are still good friends, just separated by Yin and Yang.

Just as he was about to leave, a strong sword suddenly rose from the bottom of the sea. He felt like the wind at first, and there was a hidden opportunity to kill.

Leng Jingqiu screams and rushes to the bottom of the sea. Suddenly, the waves start to sweep the sky. Leng Jingqiu bows his body and breaks out of the water. Wei Ran, who is seriously injured, follows him. He makes a sword mercilessly, and all of them are the last to kill.

"I owe you my life. I've paid it back." At this time, the state of Wei Ran was totally different from before. Although he was already a gentle and jade childe, he was ruthless and merciless.

Leng Jingqiu's long sword is across his chest to resist Wei Ran's sword.

Leng Jing Qiu sneers at the corner of his mouth, and finally he's serious!

He turned over with the air, and a hurricane was blowing around him. The sea swept the waves, trying to swallow them up. But just as the waves were about to cover them, Leng Qingqiu stepped on the waves, and his hands trembled gently. With a wave of his sword, they were all frozen within three miles.

Wei Ran falls down, cold startles the autumn, cold and clear. From the sea surface, he shoots out countless ice swords. Wei Ran's look changes slightly, and his action becomes a little slow. It seems that his old friend really can't be underestimated. Neither of them is the boy he used to be.

Ling Yun sees Leng Jingqiu's attack and looks slightly frozen. He has created his own "big cold mountain" and is also in touch with the way of cold ice, but he can never reach the level of Leng Jingqiu.

Of course, this has something to do with his own realm, but according to the current level, Ling Yun feels that even when he reaches that realm, he may not be able to achieve this level.

"That girl in white is so beautiful." Yi Shan even touched his chin and said that the nearest one to lengjingqiu and Weiran was a cold woman in white.