Oh?

Smell.

Ye Changqing sighed softly and turned his head to look at Yan Bingxin.

"Mr. Ye, please come with me. ”

Yan Bingxin pretended to say something mysteriously, and turned to the table where Ye Changqing often practiced calligraphy.

Ye Changqing was stunned for a moment, got up and followed Yan Bingxin.

Changxuan Zhenren and Xu Zhitian looked at each other for a moment, and turned their heads to look at each other one after another.

Saw.

Yan Bingxin took off a delicate ring from his hand.

Soon.

As her mind moved, a dazzling light flashed before her eyes.

Instantly.

Several sheets of rice paper of various sizes, some yellowed, appeared on the table that was five feet long.

See this scene.

Ye Changqing's face couldn't help but change slightly, and his gaze lingered on Yan Bingxin's ring for a moment.

This should be the legendary Na Ring, right?

At the time of that world.

He had read very fantasy novels.

Above.

Na Ring is a small warehouse that you can carry around, and you can store what you want in it as long as your mind moves.

Or just take it out.

Looking at Yan Bingxin's actions just now, this is a ring.

Let's be honest.

Although Ye Changqing knew that he couldn't cultivate, or he had to take another path of cultivation.

But in fact, he had long wanted to have a ring of his own.

But.

He had also heard that such ordination would generally be very expensive.

Come to think of it.

"I don't know, my painting or what kind of calligraphy can I change for such a ring?"

Ye Changqing frowned slightly, and his expression revealed a trace of complexity without leaving a trace.

But.

Now that so many people are in front of him, how can he be embarrassed to speak.

Soon.

When Ye Changqing noticed a few pieces of rice paper on the table, his eyes couldn't help shrinking, and his expression was full of surprise.

It turned out to be a first-class shengxuan!

For Ye Changqing, who has studied calligraphy and painting since he was a child, he still knows a lot about rice paper.

In the antiquity of that world.

Xuan paper is roughly divided into: raw Xuan, semi-cooked Xuan, and cooked Xuan.

The so-called shengxuan is mainly used for calligraphy and landscape painting.

Most importantly.

This kind of rice paper, put in his world, is definitely a variety used by the ancient royal family.

And now.

He didn't expect it.

Accidentally came to this world of cultivating immortals, although he couldn't cultivate without a spiritual root, he was able to paint with such a variety of Shengxuanxingshu.

It's just that the fly in the ointment is that there are only a few such announcements.

But even so.

Ye Changqing said that he was already very content.

"It's really someone who knows my heart, or Bing Xin. ”

Ye Changqing said with a quiet smile on his face, so heartily praised.

However.

It can be seen from this.

Among the meeting gifts of the three, Ye Changqing valued Yan Bingxin's rice paper the most.

At the same time.

Hearing Ye Changqing's sighing voice.

Changxuan Zhenren and Xu Zhitian couldn't help but look stunned, and then looked at each other tacitly.

"It seems that after all, the old man is too vulgar, a peerless figure like Ye Shizu, what kind of treasure is such an ancient treasure?"

Changxuan Zhenren sighed softly and said so.

Xu Zhitian's face showed a hint of complexity, hesitated for a moment, and responded: "This is the realm of such a peerless figure, but it is not something that we juniors can figure out. ”

Then.

Yan Bingxin took off the ring in his hand, and then handed it to Ye Changqing.

"Mr. Ye, I have prepared hundreds of rice papers of various sizes in this ring, and I will get them for you when you run out. ”

Yan Bingxin smiled with a smile on her face, and her beautiful eyes flashed with this strange luster, and she smiled so gently.

Hundreds?

Ye Changqing couldn't help but look stunned, then shook his head and smiled: "Miss Yan, I owe you a favor this time." ”

Yan Bingxin smiled without saying a word, then put the ring in front of Ye Changqing, and said with a smile: "Mr. Ye, you have to put this ring away." ”

Got it?

Do you want to give this ring to yourself?

Smell.

Ye Changqing's face changed again and again, and he couldn't help but reveal a hint of complexity.

It's really a lot of money today.

Someone sent pens, ink ingots, and this expensive birth.

He also gave himself a precious ring.

Time.

Ye Changqing was definitely a little unreal all of a sudden.

Are the people in this world of cultivating immortals so friendly?

Did you have any misunderstanding about the so-called immortal cultivation world before?

It's possible!

Wrong!

It must be like this!

You must be sitting in a well and watching the sky!

But.

If that's really the case.

Is it time to leave this novice village?

Isn't it possible to go out for a walk and see how big the outside world is?

Then.

Ye Changqing, who was in a good mood, turned his head to look at Changxuan Zhenren and Xu Zhitian.

"Both, you came here today to ask for calligraphy or painting, just ask?"

Ye Changqing looked at the two of them and said so boldly.

Time.

Because of the meeting ceremony, Changxuan Zhenren and Xu Zhitian, who were a little depressed, changed their faces in shock.

Master Ye, this is to give opportunity and creation?

Senior Ye, is this a big opportunity to give the old man?

Read so.

Xu Zhitian glanced at Changxuan Zhenren and took a step forward.

"Mr. Ye, since you said so, then I'm not welcome. ”

Xu Zhitian bent deeply to Ye Changqing to compile, and then said respectfully: "I want to ask for a piece of calligraphy." ”

Ye Changqing asked, "Old man, do you know what kind of calligraphy you want?"

"Sword?"

Xu Zhitian hesitated for a moment, cautiously looked up at Ye Changqing, and gently spit out such a word.

Not bad.

The Purple Green Holy Land has always been passed down from generation to generation in the way of the sword.

And he himself has been practicing swordsmanship.

So.

If you can give a great opportunity in the way of the sword.

Then it will not be just him who will benefit in the future, but the entire Ziqing Holy Land behind him.

Hearing Xu Zhitian's response, a faint look flashed in Changxuan Zhenren's eyes, and he couldn't help but slander in his heart: "The old man has long known that this old guy is unwilling, and now it has come true." ”

"Sword?"

Ye Changqing touched his chin, his eyes wandered, and he looked thoughtful.

That's it.

A few breaths passed.

Ye Changqing had a flash of inspiration, and inadvertently remembered that world, a famous saying from the poet immortal.

"The hall is full of three thousand guests, and one sword is frosty and cold in fourteen states. ”

When Ye Changqing said such a poem slowly.

Time.

The three people present were instantly stunned.

This moment.

Rao is mind was trapped in Yan Tianshan, who was trapped in the divine chessboard, and finally came back to his senses.

At the same time.

A vision loomed behind Ye Changqing, and an extremely spectacular picture appeared.

Saw.

The brilliant light and rain fell all over the sky, and there were countless Miaoman's figures looming, almost like a piece of Yaochi fairyland.

Soon.

A slender figure, almost like a fairy sword, appeared in the vision.

The bright mist around him was shrouded in mist, and a silver sword hovered at his side, glittering with a breathtaking light.

In the blink of an eye.

The style of painting flickered.

An ancient silver sword hovered above the void.

Instantly.

The sword body turns.

A cold light suddenly appeared, reflecting the heavens, and wanted to freeze ......