Between the painter and the swordsman, Touching Fish chose the former this time.

Although Xiushui is helpless, it will never lose its blessings to him.

It's a rare authenticity.

She could still see his back, he was so happy.

Why was he so happy, and he didn't care if it had nothing to do with the sword?

Why is he so free and easy, he really has a style that makes people jealous.

If you don't have a sword, then what is most important in your heart?

Xiushui hopes that the imagination in his heart is correct, maybe one day, I can also be free from the world, and enjoy the troubled world.

Xiushui came back to his senses in a state of amazement. Her eyes were still on Xin Chang's body, Xin Chang was particularly concerned about that person.

In Xiushui's opinion, Xin Chang seems to be close to running out of oil, after all, comprehending the speech map is too draining.

Although it is not the right time and place, sometimes it really depends on the creation of the comprehension.

Xiushui had no choice, she could only look at Xin Chang and continue to wait anxiously. is not stingy with blessings at all, and I hope Xin Chang can see through the fog and see what he wants to see.

I can't sweat anymore. At this moment, Xin Chang only wished that he could concentrate in the middle of the painting.

Helpless, after the time, Xin Chang felt more and more ethereal, he knew that maybe there were not many opportunities for him.

What appears in the bottom of my heart is a trace of confusion, will it turn into sadness and sadness? Xin Xuan's plot is not there, and Miss Nianjun does not appear, maybe the word sad is his future and fate.

If you want to compare with the heavenly princess, you only have a weak heart.

Thinking back to the road ahead, bitterness occupies the whole body. I have never been able to prove my innocence, and I regret that since I talked to Miss Nianjun, you and I seem to have always met less and parted more. You laugh, but it's hard to laugh. I know the pain, and I can't unravel it.

Memories are sometimes the hardest part.

After the mental exhaustion, Xin Chang inevitably fell into his memory.

Memories are netted, no matter sorrow, several times like a shadow.

It's a pit from which you can't escape.

Xin Chang's heart seems to be completely occupied by depression at the moment, what does he see? What he sees in the painting is all troubles, life is endless, and there is no trace of distance that cannot be grasped.

Where to talk about liberation, Xin Chang is thinking at the moment: Can my heart be put down?

To let go is to be liberated, but it is to sink.

Xin Chang has not yet comprehended anything from it, but it seems that his fighting spirit has been exhausted in the impenetrable painting.

That's the danger of the storyboard.

What do you see in the same picture? Is there yourself there? Can you transcend yourself?

The painting is there, and it's not easy to get.

Xin Chang had the last of his strength, and in Xiushui's opinion, he seemed to hold his sword tightly.

Why does Xin Chang still have such a mind, after facing almost no courage?

That's because no matter what kind of impact the speech chart has on Xin Chang, how much worry he has.

But after the troubles, after all, Xin Chang still has a smiling face in his heart.

That can affect everything, and it can bring light to a life that is so painful.

That's love, it's happiness.

Xin Chang had closed his eyes for a long time, and he didn't seem to dare to look at the Dao diagram again.

But this time he opened his eyes again without hesitation.

At a glance, he saw a big difference.

The painting is real, but the painting is too hazy.

Just as there is happiness after troubles, the painting must be more than that, but what else is there besides the wind in the air and the water in the pool?

Xin Chang didn't move, but Jun Yan's sword suddenly emitted a dazzling light.

The sword left Xin Chang, but the next moment it hit the speech diagram on the wall.

The sword light turned around, and he lay quietly beside Xin Chang again.

On the painting, the red and green are gone. And it keeps coming.

This time, there are clouds in the wind, and fish in the pool.

Only Xin Chang and Xiushui saw this scene, and the rest had already fainted to the ground, or closed their eyes tightly like Uncle Zhou.

The clouds are moving, changing in the wind, becoming a tiger and a dragon, although it is ethereal, but it is fully presented in Xin Chang's eyes.

The clouds never stood still for a moment, Xin Chang stared closely, his eyes were watching, and his heart was comprehending the memory.

The wind is too fast, the clouds are too fast, Xin Chang's mind is the same, under the ever-changing clouds, he sees through the twenty-eight kinds of them, and pretends to be the twenty-eight swords of the wind and clouds.

The next moment, Xin Changzi couldn't support it and fell down.

Xiushui hurriedly went to help and walked to Xin Chang's side, but suddenly found that Li Jingshi's eyes seemed to be glowing with thousands of brilliance.

It turned out that he was not unconscious.

All Li Jingshi has is persistence, and in his heart, he still has something to do.

So he's insisting.

The fish swims in the pool, the direction is unknown, as unknown, the disappearance and appearance are unknown.

But what is certain is that it does not stand still for a moment.

The fish seems to cling to it, it needs water.

So what does the sword in your hand depend on? Do you really need to rely on it?

Li Jingshi created the water sword, also known as the ghost sword at the time, and he didn't know where to come out, and he needed the enemy who fell to the ground to prove that the sword had been released.

Xiushui helped Xin Chang up, she knew that Xin Chang's whereabouts had appeared, and she wanted him to disappear into the crowd as soon as possible.

Maybe it would be a good choice to be able to hand over Xin Chang to him temporarily, but who could understand that person's whereabouts.

Xiushui sighed: It always seems that you have a lot of things to do, and I can only help you.

The figures of the two gradually faded, and in the distance, with the performance diagram, the breeze blew a pool of spring water.

The world is difficult, but we have to go on.

Xin Chang woke up, he was drinking.

It has only been two days since the incident, and now it seems that it is still flat, and now Xin Chang can only stay in Yanzilou, he knows that there will be countless pairs of eyes staring here, waiting for him to go out.

His whereabouts are exposed, can he still leave as he wishes?

The beauty pageant has been postponed, and the day of meeting Miss Nianjun is far away.

Always drunk and lovesick, Xin Chang realized the meaning of this sentence.

People, it's not that you can't let go of the wine, it's just that you can't let go.

Xin Chang wanted to write a letter. Maybe it's long overdue.

How do you phrase it? Say I'm worried about her?

Or you must be good, hello, then I am at ease.

Haha, in the bitterness, Xin Chang laughed softly, he probably saw Miss Nianjun's smile again.

Miss Nianjun stays in a big house.

She didn't want to leave this place a step away, it was all too familiar.

Familiarity seems to have his figure, his taste.

Lovesickness is not easy.

You and I should stay together a day earlier.

There was a knock on the door outside, it was Li Jingshi.

He saw the girl Nianjun who opened the door and said, "Don't be sad, there are lovers who can stay together after all." ”

Probably he also saw Miss Nianjun's emaciated face.

Nianjun nodded, letter, in his arms.

Touching the fish stayed in Luan Tianzong, he wanted to see it, but he didn't want to see Gao Hao.

Maybe it's better to run into it plainly, then I can still ask him a few questions. Random.