Chapter 060 – Slow Knife Painting

That sheepskin fur old man is the old generation sword god Li Chun Gang? In Xu Fenian’s opinion, this is unexpected and reasonable, remembering Xu Snapdragon’s comments in the Tide Pavilion, coupled with a string of water swords and an umbrella sword is still fresh in his mind, all of them shocked the hearts of the people to the extreme, Xu Fenian believes that Jiang Nai’s blabbering is the best thing about Li ChunGang, the old crane and then skinny is not a full of chickens and ducks can not be compared to the defeat of the wooden horse and oxen to Wang Xianzhi was broken, so what is the harm? This old man with a broken arm still broke the red armor of the Fu General with one finger, if he is given another sword, what kind of realm of sword intent?

Xu Fengyen’s leg was smashed no less than a hundred times by Jiang Nai’s fire clay inkstone which was worth thousands of gold, he frowned and said, “If you keep on smashing, my leg will be fine, but your uncle Jiang Taiya’s treasure is going to be ruined, you’re a loser who doesn’t care about it, but I still care about it.”

Jiang Nai vented most of the stuffy chest, carefully hide the inkstone, in fact, she can hide where to go? Xu Fengyen picked up a stack of cooked rice paper on the table without expectations, some surprise, even more than the tribute of Jiangnan Road, Dachan Xuan is not the slightest bit worse, pull out one of the thin rice paper shaking, thin as an egg membrane but the toughness of the good, which eats less ink cooked Xuan is more suitable for brushstroke paintings than raw Xuan, Xu Fengyen in a great mood, and even had a leave Ying rafters before the master of the mansion to dozens of cuts of paper with the intention, so that Xu Fengyen does not care! Whether or not there is a fire clay ancient inkstone, personally grind a natural toad-shaped Huang Lu stone inkstone on the table, received Guandong Liaowei, put the ginger clay to dry on the side, with the memory of the subtle pattern on the red armored man’s armor of the Rune General delicately drawn.

Red armored man chest and back hands and feet four places with four sheets of rice paper, and then several multiple coverage of the cloud seal script gradually split apart to a single drawing, cloudy, star map obscure, plus many Buddhist Sanskrit, is really a physical work without end.

Xu Fengyen drew these with his heart than practicing the sword but also several times more strenuous, unconsciously out of the window has long lost the mood of the rain beat fat banana leaves, only to see the twilight deep, Xu Fengyen rubbed his eyes, full of ink, the green bird gently walked into the room, handed over a piece of hot towel, Xu Fengyen wiped his face and hands, a face of fatigue, the work is really too consuming, afraid of a sketched out of the bias will be fallacy by thousands of miles. Qingdao faintly said, “Your Highness, those people outside the courtyard were told off by the slave girl.”

Xu Fengyen let out a long breath, one hand subconsciously went to rub the embroidered winter sword close at hand, gently nodded his head and said, “I’m busy here, where is the mind to talk nonsense with them, in case I think of something but don’t have the time to write it down, maybe I’ll have to let them lose their caps and duties on the same day. Green bird, you probe, this mansion owner is who, just a cursory look, here on the head of the calligraphy, painting, bronze tablet post famous paper has not a small amount of attention, is not ordinary rich and noble family set up a broad can be set up, by the way, and then go to ask how much of this kind of cooked XuanXuan stock on the table, I want to fifty or sixty knives, on the road with.”

Green bird nodded and left, Xu Fengyen out of the corner of his eye found Jiang Nai padded toes in peeping out of his own drawings, too lazy to go to reveal the point of breaking, as a reward this niece divulged the sky is good. Sword God and Trojan Bull, once Xu Fenian remembered these two names, he couldn’t help but associate them with those two swords.

Xu Fengyen shook his neck, picked up the Embroidered Winter Spring Thunder Twin Swords, and came to the courtyard. Jiang Nai stood in the corridor holding the secret book, not willing to go, a word a penny, today than usual earned several taels of silver less it. Xu Fengnian condensed and lifted his qi, drew out the spring thunder, learned the old sword god that holds the umbrella and a sword posture, stabbed down towards the ground, but just inserted the spring thunder into the stone plate, no sword intention to speak of, Xu Fengnian stabbed a dozen times in a row, were not allowed to be method, squatting on the ground, silent.

The pattern on the red armor can be copied, but it is difficult to learn this sword intent.

Full of sense of justice, Jiang Nai did not go to be a woman warrior to eliminate violence and peace is really a pity, she indignantly said: “Shame on you, stealing the teacher!”

Xu Fengyen closed his eyes and slowed down his movements, very slow, very slow, so slow that he could feel his body’s qi coalescing in the right arm of his sword, the slightest tremor of his muscles could be felt, and then fused with the blade, finally focusing on the tip of the blade.

In the Wudang Mountains, riding a bull to teach the unknown name of the painting circle boxing, the first decomposition of the action is as gentle as a cloud flowing like water, Xu Fengyen is practicing fast knife, so in the mountains to read the “Green Water Pavilion A Zi Xi Sword Record” is to go to the sword, although the practice of the knife to seek fast, but also know that the slow knife is even more difficult to the end to forget about the fast and slow slow and slow, and then there is no trick in the heart, only the thought of one idea, the thought of a thought to the idea of moving, whether it is a knife or a sword, the shot will be no longer attached. The sword or the knife, there is no more attachment to the shot.

Just these are almost nowhere to be found is that the idea of the air loft, how many martial artists under the sky for this realm, practiced hundreds of thousands of knives and millions of swords?

Xu Fengyen in the tip of the knife is only one inch away from the ground, sudden force.

A slash or a simple slash.

Xu Fengyen had some regrets and muttered, “Rushed.”

Getting up and putting back the Spring Thunder Blade, Xu Fengyen stretched and laughed to himself, “No rush, no rush, listen to Old Huang, you have to eat your meal one bite at a time.”

Jiang Nai, who had expected something to happen, realized that it was just a lot of thunder and little rain, and skimmed her lips. Seeing this expression on her face, Xu Fengnian laughed, “Laughing at me? You, the warrior woman who will soon learn the sword from the Sword God and aspires to become the new generation of the Sword God to mention my sword, not to mention the embroidered winter, but this three catty Spring Thunder, if you are able to lift the sword with your cross arm for a pillar of incense, I will take it as if you have read ten thousand words.”

Jiang Nai raised a sword book in his hand and said heavily, “Do you listen, if you don’t I’ll also take it as reading three thousand words!”

Xu Feng Nian shook his head and said, “I won’t listen today, I still need to draw more while I memorize, go ahead, counting you three thousand more words is.”

Jiang Nai looked incredulous, afraid of another trap, so many years of successive losses and calculations, she has long been a snake.

Regardless of how Jiang Nai pondered, Xu Fengyen walked into the house, without distractions, and continued to curse Longhu Mountain Qi Refiners while bitterly drawing.

This job is really like practicing the slow sword, every stroke must be drawn with heart and strength.

The old sword god Li Chun Gang did not know when to walk to the courtyard, is a headache how to dispose of that side of the ancient inkstone of Jiang Nai stopped, saw the old man came to Xu Fengyen inserted knife place, stopped and looked down.

The old man who was idly wandering around was hooked in by the last knife.

Jiang Nai watched for a while, saw that the old man was just dazed, and left the courtyard.

Li Chun Gang bent over, squinted at the unusually fine cracks made by the last stab, and tsked, “Learn what sword, obviously it’s more productive to learn the sword.”

The old man tugged on the sheepskin fur, a tug on the hair off, turned away, holding Wu Mei Niang’s fish Youwei stood farther away, the old man glanced at the white cat and the body of the white beauty, muttered: “This kid has a problem in the brain, cat meat does not eat is just, even this little lady do not touch.”

Fish Youwei was furious, but didn’t dare to make a sound.

Old man Li seems to have lice in his pants or something, reached out and scratched, how comfortable how to. Fortunately, fish Youwei did not see this scene, she walked straight into the courtyard, saw Xu Fengyin in the concentration on portraying something, hesitated, ready to quietly return home, she would have nothing to say, just a cold change a completely strange place, feel not too comfortable, and she is in the small courtyard exceptionally deep and silent, the yard planted dozens of bamboo, read more fairy fox ghosts and ghosts novels and articles, always think that there will be There is something floating out of the bamboo forest. Compared to the bamboo, she still prefers the soft banana that looks like a tree, and there are many of them here, aren’t there?

Xu Fengnian, who had switched his left hand from holding the pen to his right hand before Yu Youwei approached, asked with a smile, “Something wrong?”

Yu Youwei replied softly, “Looking at the bananas.”

Xu Fengyen froze for a moment and joked, “I can’t change my yard, I have all my things here, but if you like to look at bananas, I can have the people pull up the bushes in the yard and pile them up in your yard, how about it?”

Fish Youwei shyly said, “Good.”

Xu Fengyen snapped his fingers, and the mysterious green bird stood at the side of Yu Youwei, Xu Fengyen smiled and said, “Have someone move the plantains.”

Fish Youwei said a “no need” and then turned around indignantly, along with Wu Meiniang all lazily stretched out her claws, looking sideways, her claws sliding on the rolling arc of Fish Youwei’s chest, looking at Xu Fenian who coincidentally captured this charming picture a little bit out of his mind.

Xu Fengyen waved his hand, the green bird retreated, then called out to Yu Youwei, smiling, “Come, we all sharpen our ink.”

Yu Youwei was puzzled, “Huh?”

Xu Fengyen stretched out his fingers and pointed at the Huang Lu famous inkstone on the table, saying, “You grind this.”

Then pointing to fish Youwei’s chest, making a back and forth grinding gesture, Xu Fengyen laughed and said, “I’ll grind this.”

Fish Youwei reddened her face and pouted, “Denizen!”

Looking at the fish youwei who fled in haste, Xu Fengyen leaned back in his chair, without the slightest bit of lust in his eyes, squinting a pair of good-looking danfeng eyes, turning his head to look out the window at the moon star after the rain, “Where has Xu Snapdragon arrived at this moment?”