I Am a Magic Sword

“Older Generation Chen!”

The decadent young martial artist approached Qingyan and greeted her.

Qingyan frowned and slapped her nose. She smelled a bad smell.

It is a mixed odor of sweat and wine, which makes sensitive Qingyan extremely uncomfortable.

The young martial artist seemed to have reacted too, and when he smelled it, his pale face turned red. He hurriedly pulled his clothes tightly, laughed, and ran away in a hurry!

“Oh!” sighed with a heavy face, supporting his forehead with one hand and whispering to Chen Hao, “How did this guy recognize me?”

“I don’t know!”

Chen Hao also doesn’t know.

Qingyan’s Appearance Changing Technique is very good, as long as the difference in strength is not too big, it is generally impossible to find her out.

And the young martial artist just now just glanced at Qingyan.

Within a quarter of an hour, Qingyan saw the young martial artist coming up again.

This time he changed into clean clothes, his hair was tied up, his beard was not shaved, but he was much cleaner than before.

“Senior, can I sit?” He pointed to the chair opposite Qingyan and asked.

But before Qingyan could answer, he just sat on it.

“Older Generation Chen, you can call me Lin Jie!”

“Oh!” Qingyan nodded, slightly curiously asked, “Just now, how did you recognize me? “

Lin Jie said with some nostalgia: “My intuition is very keen. My Teacher used to say that I am a natural painter. As long as I work hard, I will definitely achieve something in painting! “

“Have you achieved anything?” Qingyan asked casually.

Perhaps it was a long time since I had spoken to someone, or maybe I was bored and wanted to pass the remaining time, Qingyan actually said a few more words to that person.

The restaurant’s Xiaoer sent two dishes, a pile of peanuts, a jug of wine, and two wine glasses. He poured himself a glass of wine, took a light sip, and said with a bit of depression: “No, my mother thinks martial arts is more promising, let me go to martial arts!”

“en!”

Qingyan couldn’t help thinking of her father.

At the beginning, her father wanted her to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

If… Unfortunately, there is no if!

Time passed so long, she had almost forgotten what her father looked like. In her heart, there was only one feeling left.

But if she can meet, she believes that she can still recognize each other.

“By the way, Senior, are you drinking?”

Just then did Lin Jie think of Qingyan.

“no!”

“Oh, that’s okay, drinking is not a good habit. Recently, my sword hand is unstable!”

Qingyan glanced at Lin Jie’s indifferent expression and raised his eyebrows: “Since Lianjian is unstable, why do I still want to be a martial artist?”

“I now sell paintings Birth!” Lin Jie whispered.

“Selling paintings?” Qingyan glanced at the young man in surprise, “I didn’t see it, you really have a hand? Since you sell paintings for a living, why do you still carry a sword?”

“Get used to it! After all, I have been cultivation Sword Art since I can remember. I can barely leave my sword. Now I don’t have a sword in my hand. I always feel that something is missing!” Lin Jie sighed. Said, “Bringing a long sword is actually quite good. Sometimes my paintings may not be sold, so it is convenient to sell paintings with a sword…”

Lin Jie almost made a laugh.

With a sword, is it convenient to sell paintings?

You can imagine how Qingyan sells paintings!

“Didn’t you say that you are very talented in Danqing, why can’t you even sell your paintings?”

“It may be that my paintings are a bit strange and do not fit theirs. Appreciate it!” Lin Jie took a sip of the wine and sighed softly.

“The painting is strange?” Qingyan glanced at the other person in confusion, “What are you good at painting?”

“Landscape, and characters!” Lin Jie looked up at Qingyan. Yan Yi glanced, “Or, I’ll be right here and draw a picture for Senior?”

“No!” Qing Yan shook his head and refused.

There are too many people in the restaurant.

Moreover, she didn’t want to leave any portraits.

“Don’t worry, it won’t take up Senior’s time, let alone remove the disguise of Senior!”

“oh?” Qingyan was a little surprised.

Then Lin Jie ignored the wine and dishes on the table, wiped off the oil stains on the wine table with the sleeves of the newly bought clothes, and took out a stack of drawing paper, brushes and inkstone from the space ring. Come out with ink.

He lifted the hip flask and poured the wine into the inkstone. While rubbing the ink, he carefully observed Qingyan. After only ten breaths, he pressed the brush into the inkstone.

He exudes a sense of confidence and freedom.

The essence, qi and spirit of his within the body are like a whole body, condensed into momentum.

This trend is not overbearing, on the contrary, it is warm and moist like a stream, calm like a lake, with a kind of sadness of autumn!

This imposing manner makes Qingyan feel serious about it.

She once had the honor of meeting a Danqing master in Zhou Guo. When the Danqing family was painting for Zhou Lihua, the imposing manner was also only this.

When the imposing manner was condensed to the extreme, Lin Jie was about to drag the brush out of the inkstone, but his movements suddenly stagnated and stopped suddenly.

He glanced at Qingyan again, poured all the ink in the inkstone into the bowl, and found his weapon from the chair behind his buttocks. He pulled out the rusty long sword and cut it open. In the palm of his hand, blood dripped into the inkstone.

At this time, a table of people near Qingyan had already noticed here.

They were also curious and cast their gazes over, wanting to see how this martial artist dressed up paints.

“Is this guy crazy? Why is he cutting his hand? Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Who knows, maybe he is crazy?”

“Should it be blood for painting? But using blood to paint for other girls, can they accept it?”

“Is it a show of love?”

“No way?”

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“…”

Lin Jie has no distractions, the disturbance of the outside world, and the evaluation of others in this brief moment, completely isolated from him.

He pressed the brush into thick blood, when his Essence, Qi, and Spirit fuse together, reached Peak…he is gone!

Those who are curious to watch his painting hold their breath.

While Qingyan was calm, she began to pour broth into her rice bowl and mix the rice well. After taking two bites, she felt that the taste was good, moderately salty, and a strong smell of meat. It suits her taste very well.

When Qingyan chewed slowly and just took the fourth bite of bibimbap, Lin Jie also stopped the pen in his hand.

His painting speed is very fast, it is in one go!

After finishing the painting, Lin Jie let out a long sigh of relief, with sweat dripping from his forehead, his face paled even if he was not so good.

He seemed to have spent a lot of energy, and he just slumped down on the chair.

Before Qingyan went to see it, the people watching Lin Jie’s painting process were stupid!

They looked at the painting on the table, then at Lin Jie, and finally at Qingyan… They were stunned!