Xianwu Era, March 18.

Unitary time.

Ye Ping had been in the Qingyun Dao Sect for fifteen days.

Ye Ping completely had an epiphany of the four thunder sword techniques and all the four hundred and sixty sword moves.

In other words, this set of swordsmanship Ye Ping has completely stepped into the realm of reaching the peak.

Now it's time to have an epiphany and come out with a sword.

The so-called sword momentum is a kind of sword momentum.

A set of swordsmanship, 1,460 moves, really want to play them all, just like doing radio gymnastics, one move and one style is very wooden.

And condensing the sword momentum, then there is no need for this, as long as you stab a sword, it is equivalent to the blessing of all the moves of the entire set of swordsmanship in one move.

Therefore, sword momentum is very important, and one move is equal to a set of swordsmanship.

As for the sword intent, it is a higher-end existence.

A strong man with sword intent doesn't need to use a sword at all, he can suppress the enemy when he stands there.

So the sword intent is the deepest place.

Ye Ping spent fifteen days to have an epiphany of the entire set of swordsmanship, and he believed that it would not take long for the next sword momentum to come out.

However, Ye Ping was not proud, because he knew that the reason why he was able to achieve this achievement was entirely because of his senior brother.

If it weren't for the sword mark of the senior brother, it would be difficult for him to have an epiphany.

Drink water and don't forget to dig wells, this kindness Ye Ping will remember in his heart.

Thinking that half a year ago, he participated in more than fifty immortal ascension conferences, and he was stunned that no sect wanted him, which made Ye Ping very uncomfortable, and now the Qingyun Dao Sect does not dislike himself, and Ye Ping naturally remembers this kindness.

Thinking of this, Ye Ping couldn't help but look at Su Changyu on the cliff not far away, and his heart was even more full of admiration.

"Big brother."

Ye Ping shouted.

On the cliff, Su Changyu sat for several days.

He didn't know what was wrong with him recently, he was fine during the day, but when it was close to night, he became inexplicably melancholy.

Maybe it was because he was hit, or maybe it was because Ye Ping's anti-heaven qualifications made him doubt himself, and he wondered if he was not suitable for practicing kendo.

However, at this moment, Su Changyu heard Ye Ping's voice, and couldn't help but turn around.

"How?"

Su Changyu's expression was calm.

"Senior brother, senior brother has comprehended all the 1,460 sword moves, let me tell you."

Ye Ping, who was under the cliff, said calmly.

As soon as he said this, Su Changyu, who was already melancholy, was even more uncomfortable.

He's so sour.

But he could only be silently sour, the most important thing is that Ye Ping is obviously very strong, but he shows a feeling that I am a good dish.

And I obviously look like a weak chicken, but I still have to show a feeling that I am so strong.

No matter how thick your skin is, it's hard to top.

"Then let's take a rest, don't work too hard, my generation of monks must know how to combine work and rest, the so-called speed is not enough, you should understand this truth, right?"

After a while, Su Changyu opened his mouth and asked Ye Ping to rest for a while, and he was also very emotional.

Genius is not terrifying, what is terrifying is that genius still works hard, this is what makes people desperate.

"Thank you for your advice."

Under the cliffs.

Ye Ping nodded.

In the past fifteen days, I have indeed been diligent, forgetting to sleep and eating, and I have no time to rest.

Although you should be diligent, it is not good to be too diligent, and you should really rest and rest when the time is right.

Okay, give yourself half an hour off.

Ye Ping nodded, then sat on the ground, emptying his thoughts.

He looked at Qingyun Dao Sect.

The sunset rolls the sky, the Qingyun Mountains reflect the pale red, everything is silent and full of poetry.

At this moment, Ye Ping stretched his waist, glanced at the beautiful scenery of Qingyun Dao Sect, and then couldn't help but slowly speak.

"The sunset covers Qingyun Peak, and Hengyue is high and low."

"I am willing to learn the cultivation technique of Qingzhou, and take advantage of the wind for the morning meal."

Ye Ping spoke.

He couldn't help but read a poem.

This is written by the Southern Song Dynasty poet Lin Yongzhong.

However, Ye Ping changed it slightly, changing Zhu Rongfeng to Qingyun Peak, and also changing his wish to learn the Lingyang cultivation technique to his willingness to learn the Qingzhou cultivation technique.

A small change, but the artistic conception remains the same, this is probably the highest level of copying.

Ye Ping was slightly proud in his heart.

Although in the world of cultivating immortals, he is a waste wood, but in the Jin Kingdom, he can be regarded as a little famous, right?

However, Ye Ping is indeed modest, he is not as simple as being famous in Jin.

Saying a thousand words is humiliating his identity.

The magnates of the Jin Kingdom like the Qin, Chess, Poetry and Painting the most, and it just so happens that Ye Ping is the object of their pursuit, so if it weren't for the fact that this is a world of cultivating immortals, Ye Ping would also be able to mix like a fish in water in the Jin Kingdom.

But Ye Ping didn't regret it at all.

In his eyes, everything is inferior, only cultivating immortals is high.

And at this moment.

Su Changyu, who was standing on the back cliff, moved slightly.

He changed his posture and looked at Ye Ping.

First, my leg was numb.

The second is the poem written by Ye Fangcai, which attracted his attention.

Su Chang Yumude culture.

But I can also hear that Ye Ping's poem is very good.

Thinking of Ye Ping's origin, Su Changyu couldn't help but be curious.

"Little junior brother, I heard the master in charge say that you were still a scholar before you went up the mountain?"

Su Changyu asked.

"Back to Senior Brother, count yourself as half a scholar."

Ye Ping hurriedly replied, not daring to hold it up.

"Half a reader?"

Su Changyu was curious, what is half a reader?

"I haven't gained fame yet, so I can only be regarded as half a scholar."

Ye Ping replied immediately, and he didn't sell it.

"Oh." Su Changyu nodded, he didn't understand very well.

But at the end, Su Changyu continued to ask.

"Then junior brother, do you know how to do Danqing?"

Su Changyu asked.

"I know a little bit about it."

Ye Ping said very modestly.

"Let's make a picture of my brother."

Su Changyu opened his mouth, not because he thought of it suddenly, but he felt that if Ye Ping knew the art of Danqing, after looking back, Ye Ping would really soar, and he still had a little capital to brag about.

See, the first sword cultivator of the Jin Kingdom has painted himself.

Su Changyu doesn't have any hobbies, his only hobby is to pretend to beep.

"Okay, senior brother, wait a minute, I'll go get some pen and ink."

Ye Ping nodded.

Danqing sketches are good at this kind of thing, not interested, but in his previous life, in order to pursue a goddess, he participated in a Danqing Society, and then practiced hard for three years and finally learned Danqing, but the goddess ran away with a rich second generation.

So Ye Ping understood a truth.

Learning to draw can't save a single dog.

After a while, Ye Ping took a paintbrush, rice paper and an inkstone.

He had all these things with him before he went up the mountain, but he had never had a place to use them, and now he was just right.

Taking the text and ink, Ye Ping was very serious, looking at the color of the sunset, and then at his senior brother, and then began to write.

And Su Changyu didn't think much about it, stood up, and quietly watched the sunset, leaving a chic posture.

An hour later.

It's drawn.