Gongsun Deshui was very angry, his chest was constantly rising and falling, he suddenly grabbed the inkstone, and was about to fall towards Zhu Yuan, halfway up, and suddenly came to his senses, put it down heavily, and the ink spilled on the table.

Zhu Yuan knew that he had lost the saber, the situation was serious, and in the face of the angry Gongsun Deshui, he didn't even dare to come out, and stood there with his head down, Nuo Nuo said: "Teacher, I fell unconscious, and after I woke up, I couldn't find the saber, maybe it was picked up by those naughty cowherds." ”

After saying that, he didn't dare to say anything anymore, just stood there like a lost dog.

Gongsun Deshui's face was pale, his breathing was heavy, he reclined on the chair and looked at Zhu Yuan angrily, without saying a word.

On the trial ground, Zhu Yuan was crushed by that waste disciple of Baicao Peak, and he had a fire in his belly, and now Zhu Yuan has made it like this again, and even lost his sword.

Zhu Yuan waited for Gongsun Deshui's scolding, waited for a long time but didn't listen to Gongsun Deshui's voice, he felt that the atmosphere was so oppressive that he almost suffocated, so he opened his mouth again: "Teacher, I was wrong......

"Zhu Yuan, do you think that the way you look now, you are worthy of Zilanxuan's Tianjiao Taiya?" Gongsun Deshui said coldly.

Zhu Yuan didn't expect Gongsun Deshui to suddenly come out with such a sentence, and he couldn't help but be stunned, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Take this and wait for your sow's ass face to recover, and then send it to Zilanxuan. ”

Gongsun Deshui handed Zhu Yuan the piece of paper that had just written the content, Zhu Yuan stepped forward to take it, took a look, and the swollen face like a sow's buttocks immediately appeared with a strong sense of joy: "Teacher, this is ...... Marriage letters?"

Gongsun Deshui exhaled and said, "Zhu Yuan, what was the relationship between Tangtai Ya and that waste disciple of Baicao Peak before, you don't know, if you look at the performance of that waste disciple in the trial ground today, what do you think Tangtai Ya will think if she knows this?"

Speaking of Lin Zong's incredible trial results in today's trial ground, Zhu Yuan gritted his teeth: "Teacher, don't you think that waste performance is too incredible?"

"Nothing unbelievable. ”

Gongsun Deshui shook his head: "The trial in the trial ground is only potential, not a dragon soul? Who said that a person who only has a dragon soul can't have amazing potential? Baicao Peak's waste disciple has such potential, even if he only has a dragon soul in his body, he may have good achievements in the future, so your marriage with Zilanxuan's Tianjiao must be done quickly, if she learns that the waste disciple, although there is only one dragon soul in his body, it is still possible to break out of the world with his potential in the future, in case he regrets the marriage, it will be difficult to do it." ”

"What the teacher said is very true. ”

Zhu Yuan hurriedly nodded, folded the marriage book, and carefully put it into his arms: "When the injury on my face is healed, I will personally send this marriage book to the hands of the Lord of Zilan Xuan." On the side of the Tantai family, I will also ask my father to send a dowry gift. ”

"Well, this should be done as soon as possible, as soon as possible. ”

Gongsun Deshui looked at the figure of Zhu Yuan leaving, and sighed lightly: "This idiot, if you can throw yourself like this, you can even lose your sword." ”

Yes, Gongsun Deshui very much hopes that Zhu Yuan and Yu Taiya will be together, and I hope that they will get married soon.

If the marriage between the two is successful, then the Ten Thousand Swords Sect will be completely linked to Zilan Xuan, and in the future, the status of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect will also be well improved.

He is the sect master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and what he thinks about is the entire Sword Sect, as long as the status of the Sword Sect can be improved, what is the waste disciple of Baicao Peak.

......

Lin Zong's residence.

"Hoo ......"

Lin Zong exhaled lightly, put the pen down gently, looked at the painting he had just finished on the table, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face: "It's not bad, since I started making three paintings a day, my painting level has improved a lot, and I am more and more able to comprehend the way of the sword in the process of painting." ”

He has long been no longer limited to painting the girl in white in his dream, he has begun to paint everything, and he will paint whatever comes to mind.

These days, the popularity of the birth of the mysterious young master of painting has been high, and he has heard that many families are inquiring about the news of the mysterious young master of painting, presumably these families have the same thoughts as the Zhu family.

Of course, Lin Zong's parents knew that the mysterious young master painter was their son, but Lin Zong had already told them not to spread the word.

Lin Ling'er also confessed, and asked her to keep this matter secret, and he will use the identity of "mysterious young painting master" in the future to do a lot of things and make a fortune.

After thinking for a while, the boy picked up the pen again, took the paper, and wrote a big word on it—

Pit!

Putting down the pen, the young man looked at the word "pit" written by himself, and suddenly felt that this word was simply a stroke of genius, and the artistic conception was extraordinary.

"Yes, it is to pit them, to kill them. ”

The young man smiled, looking at the word "pit" in front of him, he felt that he had another layer of comprehension, of course, it was not the comprehension of kendo.

But...... The comprehension of the world!

Collect the three paintings, along with the word "pit", into a wooden box, then jump on the kang and begin to meditate cross-legged and practice the Fulong Jue.

Time flows silently like water......

Eight days have passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past eight days, the boy has been working hard to cultivate the Fulong Jue, and of course, painting.

"The ninth rank of the Martial Qi Realm has not yet broken through to the Martial Soul Realm. ”

The young man smiled helplessly: "It seems that even if I have ten dragon souls, I still practice the Fu Dragon Technique, and I can't become a big fat man in one bite, so I still have to take it step by step." ”

"Go to the Yunhuang City Medicinal Material Trading Market again and buy a box of pills to try. ”

The young man came out of the house, and after a while, he came to Tang Rou's residence and asked Tang Rou to come out.

To buy the pill, he naturally has to call Tang Rou, Tang Rou's cultivation, he can't be left behind.

"How's this time going?" the boy asked, rubbing Tang Rou's hair.

The girl was used to being rubbed by the young man, and there was sweetness flowing in her heart, secretly thinking about the feeling of being with this stinky painter, it was really good, so she said with joy on her face: "Fortunately, I have broken through to the second grade of the martial qi realm." ”

"Yes, it's not bad. ”

The young man nodded with satisfaction: "What about the sword, that sword, are you familiar with it?"

"Of course, I touch it eighteen times a day. ”

The girl said proudly: "I call this eighteen touches, how about it, am I very diligent?"

"Ten, eight, touch ......"

The young man was stunned for a moment, felt that this statement was a little weird, and nodded: "Well, eighteen touches, you are indeed very diligent in touching." ”

"Of course, that saber is so beautiful, of course I'm going to touch it. ”

The girl grinned, and hummed happily in her mouth: "One, touch, two, touch, three......"