I Am a Magic Sword

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update I am the latest chapter of a magic sword!"Senior Chen!"

The decadent young warrior leaned in front of Qingyan and greeted her.

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

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

The young warrior seemed to have also reacted, and when he smelled it, his pale face turned red. He hurriedly pulled his clothes tightly, smiled wryly, and ran away!

"Hey!" Qingyan sighed heavily, and said to Chen Hao with one hand on his forehead, "How did this guy recognize me?"

"do not know!"

Chen Hao is also not clear.

Qingyan's disguise technique is very good, as long as the difference in strength is not very big, it is generally impossible to find her.

And the young warrior just glanced at Qingyan.

Less than a quarter of an hour, Qingyan saw the young warrior coming up again.

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

"Hello, senior, can I sit?" He pointed to the chair opposite Qingyan and asked.

But before Qingyan could answer that he could not, he just sat on it.

"Senior Chen, you can call me Lin Jie!"

"Oh!" Qingyan nodded and asked a little curiously, "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.

Maybe it's been a long time since I spoke to someone, or maybe I was bored and wanted to pass the rest of the time, Qingyan actually said a few more words to that person.

Xiao Er from the restaurant brought two dishes, a pile of peanuts, a jug of wine, and two wine glasses. He poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and said with a bit of depression, "No, my mother thinks Xi Wu is more promising, let me go to practice martial arts!"

"Ok!"

Qingyan couldn't help but think 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 for too long, and 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.

"Do not!"

"Oh, that's fine. Drinking is not a good habit. Recently, my sword has become unstable!"

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

"I make a living by selling paintings now!" 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've been practicing swordsmanship since I can remember, and I can barely leave the sword. Now I don't have a sword in my hand, I always feel something is missing!" Lin Jie said with emotion, "Bring a long sword. In fact, it is quite good. Sometimes my paintings may not be sold, so it is convenient to sell paintings with a sword..."

Lin Jie, who had always been sullied, almost laughed.

Is it convenient to sell paintings with a sword?

You can imagine how Qingyan sells paintings!

"Didn't you say that you are very talented in Danqing, why can't you even sell paintings?"

"Maybe, my painting is a bit strange, it doesn't meet their aesthetics!" Lin Jie took a sip of wine and sighed softly.

"It's weird?" Qingyan glanced at the other person suspiciously, "What are you good at painting?"

"Landscape, and characters!" Lin Jie raised his head and glanced at Qingyan, "Or, I'll be here and draw a picture for senior?"

"No need!" Qing Yan shook his head and refused.

There are too many people in the restaurant.

Moreover, she did not want to leave any portraits.

"Don't worry, it won't take up senior's time, let alone senior's disguise!"

"Oh?" Qingyan was slightly surprised.

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

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

He exudes confidence and freedom.

The essence, qi, and spirit in his body seem to be integrated and condensed into momentum.

This trend is not aggressive, on the contrary, it is as gentle as a stream, and as quiet as a lake, with a kind of sadness in autumn!

With this momentum, Qingyan couldn't help being solemn.

She was once fortunate enough to meet a Danqing master in Zhou State, and that Danqing master was not so audacious when he painted for Zhou Lihua.

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

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 drew out the rusty long sword and cut his palm open, blood forming a string. The dripping inkstone.

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

They also cast their gazes curiously, wanting to see how this painter dressed as a warrior paints.

"Is this guy crazy? Why is he cutting his hand? Doesn't it hurt?"

"Who knows, maybe it's crazy, right?"

"Should be painted with blood? But can people accept painting with blood for other girls?"

"Could it be a show of love?"

"No way?"

"..."

Lin Jie has no distractions, the disturbances from the outside world, and the evaluation of others at this moment, completely cut off from him.

He presses the brush into thick blood, and when his spirit and spirit merge into one and reach the peak... he is gone!

People who were curious to watch his painting held their breath.

Qingyan was calm, and began to pour broth into her rice bowl and mix the rice well. After taking two bites, she felt that the taste was not bad, moderately salty, and a strong meaty aroma, which was in line with her taste.

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 so fast that he can do it in one go!

After finishing the painting, Lin Jie let out a long sigh of relief, 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 could look at it, the person watching Lin Jie's painting process was stupid!

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