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Suddenly, Ye Lingtian stopped, and his eyes fell on a separate shelf, on which a painting was quietly hung.

The painting depicts a man in a golden robe, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, wearing a purple and gold crown, wearing gold armor, and flying blood behind his back.

The edges of the scroll look a little broken, but this does not hide the heroism of the man in the painting.

Ye Lingtian's eyes flashed, and the moment he had just staggered by, he vaguely felt a wisp of extremely fine sword intent coming out of the fingertips of the person in the painting.

It seems that it is not a painting, but a living person standing in front of him, pinching the sword fingers in his hand, and the sword aura is fierce, jumping on the back of the paper.

This feeling disappeared in a flash, if it weren't for Ye Ling's innate strong spiritual sense, he sensed this wisp of sword intent, and he would have missed it if he didn't pay attention to it a little.

He hadn't spoken yet, but his eyes stayed on the painting for a breath, and the old man in gray stepped forward and said, "Childe, but you have taken a fancy to this painting?"

Ye Lingtian nodded and said, "Boss, can you take this painting for me to see?" ”

This is the first time Ye Lingtian has said that he wants to watch it, it seems that there is a drama!

The gray-clothed old man showed a hint of joy on his face, and hurriedly said, "Of course you can!" ”

As he spoke, he limped forward, took down the painting, and handed it to Ye Lingtian.

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Looking at the gray-clothed old man's limping appearance, Ye Lingtian's expression moved, and he asked, "Has the boss's left leg been seriously injured?" Unbearable pain during a thunderstorm? ”

The gray-clothed old man's face was shocked, and he said, "How does Childe know?" ”

Ye Lingtian smiled indifferently and said: "In the past, I had a friend who was in a similar situation to you, and he originally opened a teahouse to live for the elderly, and when I saw the boss, I remembered that friend." ”

"Oh? I wonder what happened to Childe's friend now? ”

"Sympathy for the same disease, the old decay is not good, when it comes to a rainy day, it hurts my heart, and it hurts to kill people."

Xu is rare to meet guests, the old man in gray obviously spoke more, chatting with interest, pouring bitter water.

"It hurts, but he's fine!" Ye Lingtian said with a smile.

"Okay?" The old man in gray looked shocked, revealing an incredible look.

This kind of injury is extremely difficult to heal, how can this be cured?

The gray-clothed old man was breathing rapidly, and said, "How did he cure him?" ”

Ye Lingtian didn't answer, his eyes fell on the painting.

The fingertips slowly brushed over the scroll, and when the palm touched the position of the finger of the sword of the person in the painting, a tingling pain came. Ye Lingtian's palm trembled slightly, but he continued to brush it casually.

After looking closely, I saw that in the blank space behind the portrait man, there seemed to be countless phantoms of flying swords across the void.

Those flying phantoms vaguely exuded a fierce sword aura, and there seemed to be some kind of mystery hidden in the traces that were crossed.

"What kind of sword trick is this? Without a sword in his hand, he can send out sword qi? Ye Lingtian was stunned in his heart, the person in this picture clearly showed an extremely clever sword move, but he didn't understand it.

What he practiced was the stick method, which was violent, rough and wild violence.

A stick blast, simple and straightforward. This is the way of the stick.

The way of swordsmanship is another world, just like the stick is heavy, but the sword is the way of lightness, the two are just the opposite.

Touching this painting so closely, feeling the feeling of sword qi and horizontal, made him push open another door.

There are three levels of the Burning Heaven Stick Method, the first layer of pure fierceness. This level of realm is easy to achieve, as long as you study hard and wear water stones, you will always be able to reach the peak of fierceness one day.

The second layer is pure and soft, so soft that it can turn the long stick in your hand into a finger twister.

The third level of realm is a combination of rigidity and softness.

Over the years, he has already reached the peak of the first layer, more than fierce, but not soft. How to turn a pure and fierce long stick into a finger-twisting softness has always been a difficult problem in my heart, and I can't explain it, like a fish in my throat.

He once comprehended the perfection and softness of water, tried to learn the softness of water, and turned the fierceness of the long stick in his hand into a pure and soft water.

However, there is no way to go through this process.

Just now, he suddenly thought that if he wanted to make the long stick in his hand pure and soft, the sword moves could also be used, why not learn from the softness of swordsmanship, and then realize the softness of water, and finally turn the long stick in his hand into pure softness?

The stones of other mountains can attack jade, and through the way of the sword, they can just understand the soft way of the stick method in addition to the fierceness.

Ye Lingtian was immersed in that strange feeling, and he already had a direction in his heart.

The gray-clothed old man looked anxiously at Ye Lingtian, who was obviously distracted, and said hurriedly: "Childe, if you like this painting, it doesn't hurt for the old man to give it to you, but how the friend you said was cured in the end, and please tell the child, the old man is grateful." ”

After speaking, the old man in gray also clasped his fists and saluted.

Ye Lingtian said with a smile: "It seems that the boss is suffering from illness, so it doesn't hurt to tell you, he is a pharmacist, and his injuries are naturally cured by me." ”

"What? You...... Are you cured? The gray-clothed old man's eyes twitched, and then he said in ecstasy: "Is this true? Great, Childe, it's really good, Childe, and ask Childe to help and save the old man. ”

The old man in gray spoke incoherently excitedly.

Ye Lingtian deliberately frowned and said, "The spirit grass that needs to be cured is not so easy to find. ”

Like a splash of cold water poured down on his head, the gray-clothed old man trembled, patted his chest and said: "Childe, what spiritual grass do you need, as long as I have it in this store, even if I take it, it is not enough, and the old man will find a way to make it up." ”

In his opinion, being able to return to normalcy is more important than anything else.

People only know how precious they are when they lose them, and they don't know how happy it is to be a normal person when they are crippled and lame.

Ye Lingtian said: "It's just that a few flavors of spirit grass are relatively rare, and you have one here, so you will naturally not be polite." However, please keep this matter a secret, I don't want to make a fuss about it. ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" The old man in gray nodded repeatedly.

"There is no free lunch in the world, you and I don't know each other, and I won't help you for no reason, one is to see the boss, you are really hard, the pain is empathetic, the doctor is benevolent, and he can save nature. The second fell in love with this painting and felt that it was related to me, but he was shy in his pocket, so he had to make this decision, and I hope the boss will forgive me. Ye Lingtian's eyes were calm, and he said it generously, saving the gray-clothed old man from suspicion.

"The elixir of healing, I will prepare it later. I am very interested in the person who painted this painting, and I ask the boss to let me know. Ye Lingtian pointed to the figure on the scroll and asked.

"Childe doesn't know, this picture scroll is an old family heirloom, and it has been placed here for some years."

The old man in gray sighed and fell into his memories: "The old man's name is Qin Lang, eighty years ago, when the old man was about the same age as the son. At that time, I followed my uncle out to wander around, and happened to encounter a vision outside Fuyue City, and my uncle said that he was born and wanted to try his luck, so he followed into this ghost place. ”