Chapter 201: Hua Zong, Ling Ye, Feng Jian Sword

Sima Qingshan left from Beiluo City, carrying a book box and heading south, preparing to return to Nan County.
Tang Yimo was regarded as a guide on his spiritual path, but his relationship with Tang Yimo was a good friend.
Tang Yimo, who has no friends, is a Sima Qing shirt.
Along the way south, Sima Qingshan looked at the scenery on the official road.
Because of the war, exiles are migrating.
Most of the migrants migrated from Emperor Beijing, and they needed to find a place of stability.
Sima Qingshan was intertwined with these exiles. He saw many exiles starving to death, starving or freezing to the side of the road because of famine.
In the face of these lives and deaths, Sima Qing shirt is also helpless.
He can paint, but his paintings are false after all.
The so-called splashing ink comes true, but it is nothing but tangible.
For example, he painted a gimmick, but this gimmick could not satisfy his hunger, so he could only watch these refugees starve to death on the side of the road.
He wore a patched blue shirt and painted all the way. He painted all kinds of exiles. Exiles also had various emotions, including bullies, cunning and treacherous people, and enthusiastic people.
Many migrant children saw Sima Qingshou painting, but they did not have many expressions on their faces. What they cared about was that they could eat and dress warmly, and the poetry and painting had nothing to do with them.
The outline of the pen, the ink changed from thick to light, on Su Xue's official road, a bit of life-like refugees jumped on the paper.
Faintly, it seems that there is a feeling of sadness.
Sima Qingshan closed the pen, and the breath of the whole person seemed to condense a little in this painting.
"This picture will be called" The Picture of the Refugees. "
Sima Qingshan took a deep breath.
He remembered asking Lufan on Beiluo Lake.
That day, he stood on an ink boat, his blue shirt was flying, and he looked at Lu Shaozhu, who leaned on the rail to listen to the snow, and asked to join Bai Yujing, asking how to practice painting.
however……
Lu Shaoxu waved his hand and refused to join him.
"Bai Yujing won't accept you."
"The world is so big, you can go for a walk, maybe you can gain something and understand it."
"The painting is not sword and sword. He does not have strong destructive power and lethality. However, if he succeeds, his power is not inferior to that of sword."
Lu Fandao.
Under the snow, Sima Qing shirt thoughtfully.
After that, he left Beiluo and went south.
Today, when he paints a picture of "The Refugees", a ray of air in Sima Qing's chest suddenly burst out.
He had not entered the Tibetan body for the first time, but actually completed the training of a Tibetan body.
"Draw the road, between heaven and earth."
There was a smile on the corner of Sima Qingshan's mouth.
He looked at all the way homeless people.
After rolling the painting, I stepped into a nearby town.
The small town flew with snow.
The streets are full of shouts. Although the small city is small, it has all the internal organs. Compared with big cities like Beiluo and Nanjiang, the small city is more humane.
Sima Qingshan patted the snow on his body. He found an empty seat beside the street in the small city, put down the book box, and took out the "Portrait of a Refugee" just drawn.
He wants to sell paintings.
The only thing a poor artist can do is sell paintings.
One day of painting, but no one cares about it at all. Although many people came around and thought the painting was excellent, but they couldn't say why, so they could only point and point out, "This painting looks good."
Sima Tsingtao was not upset or anxious.
The city couldn't sell the painting, so he sold it for another city.
There was a rich girl dressed in a red mule, with a little girl next to her, holding a paper umbrella, and crowded the crowd.
The girl's eyes were like stars, her eyelashes trembled, and she looked at the picture scroll, her lips red.
"This painting has a rare charm ..."
"Sir, how does this painting sell?"
The girl in the red robe looked at Sima Qingshan, said.
"One hundred and two."
Sima Qingshan looked at the girl and smiled.
"One hundred and two? You poor painter, think your painting is worth one hundred and two? Who do you think you are?"
The girl had not spoken yet, but the girl next to her was shocked.
The surrounding crowd also made a hissing noise.
One hundred and two ... This painter is thinking about money and going crazy.
Does he know what one hundred and two is?
This artist is afraid that I have never seen so many silver two in my life.
"Little Red, don't be rude."
The girl was anxious, scolded.
The girl suddenly became indignant. "Miss, don't you be fooled by this poor artist."
The red girl ignored the girl-in-law and looked at Sima Qingshan. The pink and pretty face seemed to be flushed by the snow and said, "Sir, is this picture really a hundred or two?"
Sima Qingshan looked at the girl, and he felt a faint surge of aura in the girl's spirit.
Obviously, this girl is a practitioner.
A practitioner who was born because of the transformation of heaven and earth.
"Do not."
Sima Qing shirt shook his head.
The girl was suddenly shocked.
"This painting, one thousand and two."
Sima Qing shirt smiled again, said.
The girl next to the girl is going to be mad. Is this poor sour artist never seen Yin Liang in this life?
A broken painting, dare to sit on the ground and start to rise to a thousand and two?
Are they really bullying? !!
"Xiao Hong, go back to my father to prepare the silver two, this painting ... It's set."
The girl bit her full red lips and said seriously.
"Miss ..."
Yaya is incredible.
However, the girl's firm eyes made the girl's heart tremble and hurried to Fuzhong.
Sima Qingshan looked at the girl with a surprised look.
Smiled.
"This girl was previously just a joke. Since the girl liked the painting, sell it to the girl for twelve."
Sima Qingshan got up and shook off the white snow on her body, revealing the patched blue shirt.
The red sister-in-law stunned, and then smiled.
"really?"
As if afraid of Sima Qingshan's remorse, the girl took twelve pieces of broken silver from the girl and handed it to Sima Qingshan.
Then looked forward eagerly at Sima Qing shirt.
Sima Qingshan rolled up the picture and handed it to the girl.
When handing it to the girl, Sima Qing shirt leaned down, leaned closer to the girl, and whispered, "Watch the painting with the aura, remember, you must watch it for more than an hour ... otherwise, you will lose more.
Sima Tsing Yi told.
The girl was surprised.
I saw that Sima Qingshan had already carried his book box and disappeared into the snow and the street.
Leaving the crowd.
Sima Qingshan came to a steamed bun.
"Twelve silver, a thousand gimmicks, feasible?"
Sima Tsing Shan Road.
The stall owner was shocked. Twelve dollars? A thousand gimmicks?
This man is afraid of being a fool.
Quickly nodded.
Sima Qingshan handed him the twelve pieces of broken silver.
"Trouble."
"Tomorrow's gate, distributed to the victims, one for each person."
Sima Tsing Shan Road.
After Sima Qingshan finished speaking, a ray of falling snow twisted in his hands and wiped it in the air.
Draw a pair of icy eyes suspended in the air, staring at the stall owner, making the stall owner tremble and panic.
This person ...
When he came back, Sima Qingshan had disappeared.
And the floating eyes turned into drops of snow.
Sima Qingshan had been poor. He knew very well that twelve silvers were enough to move people's hearts. He couldn't fully trust the conscience of the stall owner, so he used the means to deter the stall owner.
The second day.
Outside the city gate.
The stall owner really set up a stall, and a steamy steamed bun was released outside the city gate, but this calm town caused a storm.
The victims of famine and cold for several days gathered in front of the city gates, and some of the victims were crying with joy.
Sima Qingshan smiled in the distance.
Turning around, carrying a book box, the patched blue shirt swayed in the snow and disappeared on the official road.
Below the city tower, the red-haired girl was holding the scroll, and no one had noticed, looking at the back of Sima Qing shirt disappearing, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
Sima Qingshan went south to Nanjiang City.
Every time he passed a city, he would paint a painting and sell it.
However, it was not as good as the first day.
For three consecutive days, none of his paintings were sold, and everyone in the world felt that he was crazy.
Can paintings be eaten in this troubled world?
Obviously not.
Although every painting of Sima Qingshan sells only twelve silver, but at this price, most people cannot afford it.
The fourth day.
Sima Tsingtao is ready to close.
suddenly.
A familiar voice sounded behind Sima Qing's shirt.
"Sir, is this painting still for sale?"
The soft voice sounded a little warm, and Sima Qingshan looked at it, looking back, but he saw the familiar red sister-in-law girl, pursing her lips and looking at him.
"Girl ... you?"
The girl blushed and held up the "Migration Map" in her hand. "I told my dad that I would come out to study and learn from the teacher, and I would return home when I was successful."
"I like Mr. Painting very much. Can I be accepted as an apprentice?"
Girly Road.
Sima Qingshan looked stunned, but shook his head.
This girl ... I'm afraid it came out secretly.
In troubled times, who would let pretty daughters run around.
"Hurry home, your father should be in a hurry." Sima Qingshan said.
The girl felt a pity that she didn't force it, but bought a painting and turned away.
Sima Tsingtao used the earned twelve dollars to help the victims again, although not many, but within their ability.
The following day after day.
Every time Sima Tsingtao sells paintings, the girl will appear, wearing a red mule, stubbornly asking if Sima Tsingtao can accept her as an apprentice.
Sima Qingshan refused.
"I'm just a poor artist. I only draw some scrolls. How can I be qualified to accept a girl as an apprentice?"
Every time the girl didn't force it, she bought the painting and left.
Time and time again, Sima Qingshan entered several cities, and the girls appeared.
This day.
Sima Qingshan continued to sell paintings.
It was the sound of horseshoes bursting outside the city, shouting and killing.
Sima Qingshan frowned, collected the picture, and walked out of the city. I saw a bandit horse riding outside in the city and killed by a refugee, and a young girl in a red robe, her eyebrows slightly raised, her spirits running, and the red babies were flying Face to face with the bandits.
Sima Qing shirt could not help but smile.
This girl is so brave.
Take out a writing brush.
Bandits trampled and ran, horseshoes raised thousands of snow, and Su Xue flew like rice.
The girl was pretty white and nervous.
In her heart she told herself silently that she was a spiritual practitioner, and that a spiritual practitioner could block one hundred, she could.
The gangster's head laughed cruelly, and the machete in his hand waved violently to split the girl.
suddenly.
The girl heard a warm voice coming from behind her.
"Girl, do you buy paintings?"
The girl trembled.
But when I saw her sword, she chopped off a ray of blue silk, and the blue silk was flying, and the saber and many bandits seemed to be erased from the picture.
Disappear.
There were only a dozen overwhelmed horses hovering in the snow.
The girl widened her eyes.
Turned back suddenly, but saw Sima Qing shirt holding a brush, smiling at her.
A picture scroll is handed over.
The girl took it subconsciously, and unfolded, but she saw the picture ... A young girl was looking forward to Qian Xi, her eyebrows were like pictures, and her smile was like a peach.
The girl pursed her lips, her eyes slightly curved.
"Painting, Sima Qing shirt."
Sima Qingshan smiled, "Would the girl be willing to join me?"
...
The establishment of Hua Zong was not clear to Lu Fan.
He sits on the second floor of Baiyujing Pavilion, the breeze blows, and the snow flakes have already disintegrated.
In front of his eyes, the system reminded the words to keep flowing.
"The high-rise building rises flat on the ground. Congratulations to the host stepping into the 4th layer of refining gas, and the reiki reserves reached 10,000 strands. I got a reward: Fengxian Sword × 2, ten random reiki seeds.
"The host stepped into the 4th layer of refining gas, the range of reiki's release was expanded, and the ability of autonomous recovery was strengthened (reiki, soul strength, physical strength), and the body spell" Thunderbolt "was obtained."
"Hint: Reiki reserves reach 10,000 strands, and you can get the condensed spirit solution. 10,000 strands of spirit can condense 1 drop of spirit fluid."
The system prompts constantly shaking in front of Lu Fan, but it makes Lu Fan a bit confused.
Because the changes this time are a bit huge, at least, from the perspective of Lu Fan, the changes are huge.
"10,000 auras, can you condense a drop of aura?"
Lu Fan murmured.
What is a spiritual fluid?
As the name suggests, it should be a liquefied spirit fluid, but it is not the same as the spirit stone. When Lu Fan broke through to the third layer of gas refining, he gained the production method of the spirit stone, but ...
That spirit stone is just the introduction of aura into some jade or some ore that can hold it.
A better-quality ore probably holds ten auras.
The spiritual fluid contains 10,000 strands of aura in one drop.
Lu Fan smashed his mouth. There is no doubt that Lingye is definitely an excellent resource for practitioners.
With the spiritual fluid, the speed of training top practitioners will definitely be much faster.
Moreover, it is not just Lufan's reiki reserves that have changed from reiki to reiki.
Lu Fan can even condense the aura in the air into a spiritual fluid!
In this way, Lu Fan's aura can save a lot.
Spiritual knowledge surging, Lu Fan raised his hand and grabbed in the void.
Suddenly, Reiki turned into a huge vortex and gathered in the palm of Lu Fan's palm, continually compressing.
At last……
Turned into a round blue crystal clear ... like a teardrop.
The spirit fluid contains extremely powerful energy, and Lu Fan is able to explode with spiritual knowledge ...
Is it caused by too high aura concentration?
Lu Fan smiled.
In addition to Lingye, Lu Fan also received many other rewards.
What surprised Lu Pan the most was ...
Familiar reward "Phoenix Sword x 2".
This sassy operation looks dumb.
The mind is surging.
The ups and downs spread, the avenue roared, and the void torn.
Two black mouths permeated this terrible coercion, and Liang Liangfeng cried.
Two red crested phoenix swords floated beside Lu Fan. They also had no handles, like the tail feathers of a phoenix, exuding heat and sharpness.
Lu Fan looked at the three phoenix swords ~ EbookFREE.me ~ cannot helpless.
Is this the rhythm of preparing to replace his thousand-edged chair with a phoenix chair?
However, he also remembered that when Feng Fengjian was introduced before, there was a (suffix) introduction in the suffix. There were a few Feng Fengjians in total, which made Lu Fan quite curious.
A broken phoenix sword is the top grade of Xuanjie. I dare not imagine that all the grades behind the phoenix sword have been completed.
Somehow there is a sense of anticipation for small cards.
Just after Lu Fan completed the investigation of the reward.
The thundered people finally stepped over Beiluo Lake and flew towards Baiyujing Pavilion with a feeling of concern.
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