Li Ruyu was a little surprised.

Looking at the picture scroll on the table, I was surprised, not by the young man's paintings of mountains and rivers, but by the two sentences I wrote.

Not a good word.

But the cross in one go......

Li Ruyu looked at the pen in his hand with some suspicion.

remembered that he was struck by lightning after killing Sun Widower, and he thought of Bai Qi and Jing Ke who came from a dream.

Pick up the painting behind the inscription and tear it to shreds.

Li Ruyu came out of the cloud building, his eyes were resolute.

Daliang has Kyoto, Lin'an is prosperous, on the day of Qixi Festival, there is a young man, suddenly want to go to Lin'an to see the mountains and rivers - the bottom of the well is enough to see the sky, out of the well to look at the mountains and rivers.

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"You want to die?"

"I don't want to."

"Zhao Changyi knows that you can't die with thunder?"

"Yes."

"What about the Empress?"

"Probably...... You know, right? ”

"Then go to Lin'an?"

"There's a difference?"

Lao Tie was silent, smashed the dry smoke, and said for a long time, "Zhao Changyi went to Kaifeng, after you arrived in Lin'an, except for Xie Lang, who would take care of you, if Her Majesty the Empress wanted to do something to you, no one would be able to protect you." ”

Li Ruyu snorted, "If Her Majesty the Empress wants to do something to me, why do you need to be in Lin'an." ”

In the cool world, who does Her Majesty the Empress want to kill is not a matter of one sentence?

Lao Tie spit out a puff of smoke rings and laughed, "Long time to leave?" ”

Li Ruyu pondered for a while, "At the end of the month." ”

After reading the military book borrowed from Cui Sheng, he left for Lin'an to participate in the art department.

Lao Tie put down the dry cigarette stick and knocked out the soot inside, "You are half a scholar, half a ranger, you are a great sage, Lao Tzu can't teach you anything, but personal martial arts......"

After a pause, Lao Tie said a little lonely: "Lao Tzu doesn't have anything to say in his life The kind of trick that breaks mountains and rivers with one knife in this Romance, only one knife drawing technique, if you are interested, it will start tomorrow?" ”

Li Ruyu's eyes lit up, "Really? Do you want to apprentice? ”

"Who is rare."

Lao Tie got up, swayed away from Jiang Qiufang, and before leaving, he said that the sword drawing technique has become a sword drawing technique, if it can be combined with the sword splitting technique taught by the master, it may be a little unexpected.

In the early morning, Lao Tie stood in the shade of the tree, embroidering the spring knife on his waist.

Li Ruyu stood opposite, with a sword at his waist.

Lao Tie looks like a master master, saying that the knife drawing technique is actually very simple, so simple that everyone in the world will do it, but why can Lao Tzu use the sword drawing technique to fight with the prince of the Yue family for three days, and he can use the sword drawing technique to share the same color with Xu Xiaolan, without him, return to the truth.

Killing is about positivity.

The knife is in the sheath, nourishing the momentum, and the strength is strong.

This momentum, not only raised in the knife, but also raised in the heart of the knife holder, Lao Tzu has been in the grip for a long time, if the peak of the knife drawing technique, it is probably a thousand times out of the sheath to cut the sky, of course, this is an exaggeration, but the difference is inseparable.

Lao Tzu's ancestor's ancestor...... Anyway, it is the ancestor of the sword drawing technique, who once raised the power for half a month, and the momentum became a sword drawing, and the sword master in the palace during the late Emperor Yan period was split into two.

Li Ruyu pondered for a while, "The so-called potential is actually the intent to kill, the intent to kill?" ”

Lao Tie was stunned and laughed.

This kid has talent.

In the end, all his understanding was summed up by his back-to-basics, "That's pretty much it." ”

Li Ruyu nodded, "Then I probably understand." ”

Understand the essence of knife drawing, practice hard in terms of skills, and one day be like Lao Tie.

For half a month, Li Ruyu got up in the morning and followed Lao Tie to learn the art of drawing a sword, or the art of drawing a sword.

Split the sword in the afternoon and read a book in the evening.

Day and night.

Occasionally, he also picked up a pen to write, and after writing, he fell into contemplation, Lao Tie had a glance, and the old man who didn't know how to write and ink read the words written by Li Ruyu, and only laughed mockingly for a sentence or two, and dared to raise art at this level?

Li Ruyu smiled thoughtfully, and said, I probably know why Her Majesty the Empress is so jealous of the aliens, and wants to set up the Beizhen Fusi to suppress the aliens.

Li Ruyu went to Cui Sheng's mansion to return the book.

Before saying goodbye, this scholar from Qinghe was unwilling to ask Li Ruyu if he really didn't want to go to the art department, Li Ruyu smiled, "I will leave for Lin'an tomorrow, thank you Lord Zhizhou for taking care of me recently." ”

Looking at Li Ruyu's back, Cui Sheng walked into the Linhu courtyard and smiled at the boy in Tsing Yi who had locked himself in the room for several days and was haggard at this time: "Your niece and son-in-law are going to Lin'an, are you still staying in Jiangqiuzhou?" ”

Xie Changjin's eyes were blank, "You just want to drive me away like that?" ”

Cui Sheng smiled bitterly, "Come on, how long do you like to live, and it has nothing to do with me if you don't respond to the big move next year, although Cui Sheng is a cold scholar, he still has this little money." ”

Xie Changjin was in a bad mood and laughed disdainfully, "Are you cold? ”

Cui Sheng's face was black, and he brushed his sleeves away.

Anyway, Lao Tzu, the Zhizhou, is much colder than your Shangshu father, who in the world doesn't know, the Lin'an Ministry of Shangshu Mansion, the knock on the door is attached to the meeting - Xie Lang is greedy, but he has the ability, otherwise Her Majesty the Empress would have taken him down.

After Cui Sheng left, Xie Changjin came to the desk and looked at the paper that had taken most of the day's work to put together, on which was his own painting, and the inscription next to it should be written by Li Ruyu.

Lift the pen, put it down, lift it again, put it down again.

And so on and so forth.

Lost and stared at the piece of paper that had been patched together.

Sit in the well and watch the sky, out of the well to take in the mountains and rivers.

It's not good poetry.

But...... Good word!

Xie Changjin looked at the inscription in a daze for a long time, and then put down the pen in his hand again, and muttered Ji Xiaolan, you are a big fool, I finally know why you have seen Su Hanlou begging for death.

Li Ruyu's words also make people want to die.

People in the calligraphy, seeing this word, such as seeing the mountains on the other side that they can't reach in their lifetime, dying at night when they hear the road, have no regrets about reading.

Xie Changjin looked out the window with a blank expression, "Are you also an alien?" ”

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Li Ruyu rode a high-headed horse, dressed in a flying fish suit, with an embroidered spring knife hanging on his left waist and a long sword on his right waist.

There is no life and death with Lao Tie, as if it is just an ordinary outing.

They are all people who have lived and died, and they look at parting very lightly.

After leaving the city, I was a little surprised to see a young man riding a horse not far away.

Tsing Yi is like a flower.

With a sword on his waist and a book on his horseback, he was the young man he met in front of Tzu Chi and had some interaction in Liuyun Tower.

The two nodded, staggering shoulders.

The young man hung his sword and went east to Lin'an, and Tsing Yi went west into Shuzhong.

In the world in the next few decades, the book business will be angry and scolding Fang Xuan, becoming one of the most dazzling readers in Da Liang; The boy with the hanging sword, the sword points to the world, and writes a bloody chapter.

Lin'an, I'm coming!