Chapter 123: Draw a sword, draw a sword

Mo Yun stood at the table and stared at the blank picture in a daze.
　　 Holding the pen, the drips fall and splash open, like blossoming plums.
　　 What should I do?
　　 Control brush movement?
　　How to move?
　　Imitate the shape of something?
　　 Landscape? Flowers and birds?
　　 What's the point of this!
　　If you want to paint, then paint something that ordinary people can't draw! Draw something that doesn't exist!
　　 He swishes a lot, the thick ink dries up, and finally fills up the scroll.
What is this?
　　 If not satisfied, tear up and redraw.
　　 is not a simple way to draw good works!
　　 uses the body as a pen, and the soul as a hand, turning internal energy into ink.
　　 Splash!
　　 embellishment!
　　 goes on!
　　 What to draw, don’t think about it, leave it to inspiration! Leave it to the soul!
　　……
　　 Lu Zhengkang and Kun Qing persuaded Quan Suhuan to go and see the old man in Daxiangguo Temple.
　　 Quan Suhuan was very dissatisfied, but still agreed. She is a person who can listen.
　　 "Sit on my plane Haijinluan and have a cup of tea together."
　　 "Goodness."
　　 "That's great."
The three of them walked out of the house, and Lu Zhengkang said to a maid: "This benefactor, please go to Junxianju and inform the white-clothed Young Master Mo Yun that the girl playing the piano is dangerous. You should look at him first. Have you finished the painting? If he is in a daze indoors, just knock on the door. If he is still painting, then wait for a while, don’t worry."
　　 The maid took the order and left.
　　 Kunqing Taoist counted, squinted to look at the sky, for a long time, smiled slightly, "This can save us effort."
　　Lu Zhengkang also recognized this person's arithmetic ability, so he asked curiously, "Taoist, how can you still be a descendant of the Three Sects at your level?"
　　 Kunqing's face is not very good-looking, "It's not the old undead gang who occupy the position, and there are still a few related households ahead of me. When I get to the seventies and eighties, maybe I will get ahead."
　　 Lu Zhengkang laughed loudly after hearing this, and got into the luxurious car with his fluttering sleeves.
　　 Taoist priest followed in angrily, without saying much.
　　……
　　 Mo Yun is sitting on the ground.
　　 He remembered what Lu Zheng Kang said to him.
　　 "It’s up to you whether you want to enjoy it or forget it."
　　 A voice came from outside the door: "Master Mo! Master Miao Ji asked her maid to give you a message."
　　 Mo Yun tilted his head slightly, "Go ahead."
　　 "The girl who plays the piano is in danger."
　　 "I know."
　　 "The maid quit."
　　 Mo Yun turned his head back.
　　 There was a dead silence in his eyes.
　　 "Forget the love. Forget the sword."
　　 "No thoughts are thoughts, and there is no way of doing things."
　　 These words are all said by that person.
　　 That unfathomable little novice...
　　Who is he?
　　Ripples appear in the heart lake.
　　 Fragment of "Heart Sword Sutra", an ancient swordsman.
　　 The residual spirit, the restrained spirit...
　　 Depressed molten lava erupted in the depths.
　　 Mo Yun suddenly got up.
　　 whispered.
　　 "I don't want to forget, I don't need to forget."
　　 Drink up.
　　 "Those who are obstructing me and deceiving me, just cut them all at once!"
　　The so-called high-ranking and easy-going scholars, the so-called rituals and morals, and the so-called prejudice of the mind, you are all a cage in me!
"what!"
　　 A long laugh.
　　 Cang!
　　 Cut the Jiao out of the sheath!
　　 A long rainbow of silver light flew into the palm of the swordsman.
　　 Mo Yun turned his wrists and swung out a light and thin sword flower, like flying flowers in the four seasons.
　　 holding the long sword upside down, pushing the door out, the light of noon blows in with the wind along with the cold of winter, turning the frame that hangs high.
　　 The white paper is an ink sword!
　　 Although the broken sword is broken, the heart sword is still good!
　　 The evil demon outside, kill!
　　 Those who mess up my heart, kill!
　　 Enemy, enemy, thief, kill! kill! kill!
　　……
　　 A thin, slender arm lifted up like lightning and pinched Ning Baiyi's neck.
　　 The girl looked at Quan Hongming with horror.
Do not.
　　 He is not Quan Hongming, he is the monster under the skin!
　　 "We finally met, good friend!" The monster grinned, showing two rows of sharp fangs.
　　 Ning Baiyi flushed, "Are you... who?!"
　　 Scarlet faces emerged from the skin of "Kwon Hongming", like the sacrificial totem of primitive witchcraft.
　　 "This seat is all living together! You can call me this name, haha!"
　　 The shape of all living creatures is constantly deformed, becoming bigger and stronger, and the dark muscles are as strong as a reef, bursting the chains.
　　 There are more and more grimacing faces, and they are getting denser, showing that all beings are in various aspects, and they are indeed all beings!
On the back grow white and delicate arms, grasping each other and forming a piece. There seem to be countless flashing eyes in the shadow between the arms, as if there is a hidden earth in the torso, and countless evil spirits are watching the living. world.
　　 Soon, the swelling creatures resisted the top of the stone prison. Holding Ning Baiyi with one hand, he swung a punch to break the wall and rushed out.
"Roar--!!!!"
　　 This huge inhuman scream quickly summoned the monks from Daxiangguo Temple.
　　 "Where is the evildoer! Let go of Ning donor!"
　　 The monks in the capital are all literary monks, and they have no martial arts, but they are still not afraid, shouting loudly, and screaming to make all the people stand alone.
　　 "Good, good! You bald donkeys, I'm almost annoyed when I hear you chirp and crooked every day! I just cut you off today, slap your teeth!"
　　 The all-comers waved their claws angrily, knocking the contiguous monks to the ground, blood pouring, but no one backed away.
　　 Those who were alive began to chant the sutras for the dead, standing in place like wooden stakes.
Seeing this scene, the sentient beings felt a kind of contempt from the bottom of their hearts and became more and more furious. They grabbed a monk and put them into the big mouth of the blood basin and began to chew. The bones were broken like popped beans, and the plasma flowed down the mouth, meandering. The wild chests of all living creatures are like a blood sacrifice.
　　 Just as he was killing him, a loud shout rang out.
　　 "Hugh is so rampant! Poor way comes!"
　　 Kunqing stood on the top of the Daxiong Hall, holding a jade token, pointing directly at the demon.
　　 "Mugong Mantra!"
A blue air blew from the east and turned into an illusory slender vine, pierced into the bodies of all living creatures, twisted and formed into a net, binding both the flesh and the soul, immediately teaching him not to move, not to speak, and to think. God cannot change.
　　 Lu Zhengkang jumped into the courtyard and looked at the dead monks, his expression unchanged.
　　 He beckoned gently, and these dead souls flew into a grimace fruit in his hand.
　　 On the other side, Taoist Kunqing made another strange move, and saw his long sword flying out like a thunder, piercing the arms of all living creatures, but wanted to save Ning Baiyi.
　　 This is Ran Shanfei Sword Art!
　　 Use Qi Yujian to kill the enemy a hundred steps away.
　　 Jianguang Jiao Jiao Jiao Jiao, wear stone and jade just waiting for leisure.
　　 However, the sharp sword qi can only cut through the tough epidermis of all living creatures, cut a few grimace, and then healed the wounds without incident.
　　Lu Zhengkang looked at Ning Baiyi. Although she was grasped by the hands of all the living beings, her life was not in danger for the time being. Seeing her eyes solemnly, she seemed to be looking for a way to get out.
　　 Kunqing Taoist Feijian returned without success, suddenly making his face a little unhappy.
　　 He raised the token again and shouted: "Those who are facing the battle will move forward in array!" This is the Liujia secret wish, a nine-character mantra.
　　 After reciting the curse, Kun Qing's body became more vigorous, and his flying sword shuttled around like a dragon.
　　The Taoist priest put away the order, raised his hand to hold the long sword, and stood upright in front of him, with a solemn and solemn manner, like a divine help.
　　 "Eat my sword!"
　　 flew up, pierced the sword in the air, pointed directly at the eyebrows, as bright as the top of Mount Tai, rushing like a waterfall in nine days.
　　 Very Tier 4, Taibao Jiuhua Sword!
　　 The sword is light and fluttering, but the dust along the way is cut apart.
　　 This sword is definitely not so easy to resist, and the immobile beings who have been hit by the Mu Gong curse are powerless!
　　 Kunqing is immersed in the sword force physically and mentally. He feels that his martial arts has reached a new realm. The combination of man and sword is so remarkable!
　　 However, he saw that all people are living together, showing a hideous smile.
　　 The curse force collapsed.
　　 Boom!
　　 punch!
　　 A punch like a siege hammer!
　　 Punch like lightning!
　　 The Taoist priest was knocked into the air before he could change his tricks and fell into the Buddhist temple with a muffled clash~EbookFREE.me~Lu Zhengkang was still indifferent, standing still and rubbing the epiphany in his hands.
　　 But all beings were unwilling to let him go, "There is also a little bald donkey! Hehe!" He wanted to kill him, but looking at Lu Zhengkang's indifferent face, his heart stopped for a moment for some reason.
　　 The eyes of all living creatures became hesitant and jealous, muttering, "I will eat that Taoist priest first, and then I will eat you!"
　　 At this moment, a clear sword light flew outside the temple, and it suddenly seemed as if a meteor struck the sky.
　　 "Demons and ghosts, kill!"
　　 The sword light burst, like a school of fish scattered, every sword light has life, they move through and move, form a formation, and besieged.
　　 The expressions of all the relatives changed, and they waved their palms vigorously, and they were all evacuated by the sword light.
　　 Thousands of thousands of sword auras pierced into the bodies of all living beings without fail, and the tough skin was cracked and worn away by the violent sand.
　　 Continuous regeneration, continuous cutting, comparable to Ling Chi.
　　 All beings bathed in sword rain, roaring painful and happy.
　　 "Finally, there is a good opponent!"
　　 Before the words fell, a faint cold light flickered for a moment, and the demonic rock-like palms broke off at the wrist.
　　 "Woo--!"
　　 The palm of his hand fell, and Ning Baiyi jumped out.
　　 Mo Yun's tall and straight figure appeared behind the demon, white clothes and white sword, colder than Xue.
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