"Who are you?" Yan Chuan asked.

"I'm Jiu Jiansheng, a second-generation disciple of the Great River Sect, I was instructed in swordsmanship by your father in the past, and you were still young in the past, so you may not remember me!"

Road.

"The memories of the past years have been forgotten, Jiu Jiansheng, are you going to keep them traveling?" Yan Chuan nodded.

"Yes, this group of little cubs, after learning a little skill, they don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, but fortunately, it is you who meet this time, if it is an outsider, their lives will be gone!"

Shaking his head and laughing.

A group of fallen masters suddenly blushed.

"If that's the case, then take them away!" Yan Chuan said directly.

"This, if I'm not mistaken, your incense burner is burning with a drunken Yuan fruit, they ...... like this!"

"Liu Jin, pick eighteen leaves for them!" Yan Chuan turned his head to look at Liu Jin.

"Yes!" Liu Jin nodded immediately.

Quickly pluck the leaves on the cane of the drunken yuan fruit, eighteen pieces, and hand it to Jiu Jiansheng!

"Thank you, or I'll have to work hard!" said Jiu Jiansheng with a smile.

Quickly shove a leaf into the mouth of a disciple, and in a few moments, the person was able to move.

"Go, stuff a slice in everyone's mouth, chew it and swallow it!" said the wine sword, giving the other leaves to the man.

Soon, the poison of the eighteen people was all unraveled.

One by one, they stood up.

"Thank you, Uncle!" everyone said respectfully.

At the same time, the eyes of the masters looking at Yan Chuan became more and more complicated.

Among them, Feng Shao looked at Yan Chuan's gaze, and became more and more resentful.

Jiang Nan looked at Yan Chuan, and a look of grievance was indescribable.

"Since that's the case, then we'll say goodbye first, and we'll see you in the Great River Sect in the future!" said Jiu Jiansheng with a smile.

"Don't send it!" Yan Chuan nodded.

"Yan Chuan, you wait, I will avenge this revenge!" Feng Shao said fiercely before leaving.

"Smack!"

Jiu Jiansheng slapped Feng Shao on the head.

"Report a fart, he wants to kill you, you will die a long time ago, and he will still be your elder in the future, you dare to report, your grandfather will not break your legs!" Jiu Jiansheng suddenly scolded.

Feng Shao: "..................!"

Soon, Jiu Jiansheng disappeared from Yan Chuan's sight with a group of people.

Along

"Uncle Shi, what kind of cultivation is Yan Chuan, is it really still a force realm?" Jiang Nan bit his lip and said.

"Yan Chuan, it's still that cultivation, the power realm is threefold, but he is much more mature than you!" Jiu Jiansheng said in a deep voice.

The power realm is threefold, and everyone suddenly feels that their eyes are dark, really? he is really the force realm.

"Uncle Shi, I'm unwilling!" Feng Shao said aggrievedly.

"Don't want to be a fart? This is completely self-inflicted, don't think that your cultivation is higher than him now, but do you see his methods? He wants to kill you, just like playing. "Wine sword

Raw scolded.

"But?" Feng Shao was still unconvinced.

"Use your brain more in the future, this time I will follow secretly, by the way, record the performance of your experience in this line, and see how you perform?

It's not wrong to say that you are young shoots. "Jiu Jiansheng doesn't give face.

Everyone: "..................!"

"So, Uncle Shi, where are we going now?" Jiang Nan asked.

"Where are you going? In my records, you are all dead, where do you want to go? Now go back to the sect! Reflect on it, his grandmother's, your young shoots are too tender

Let's go!" Jiu Jiansheng said unpleasantly.

Everyone: "..................!"

Everyone's faces were red, and no one spoke again, don't look at the wine sword being polite in front of Yan Chuan, but for the younger generation, he didn't save face at all, the key wine sword

The strength of life is extremely high, and everyone can only embark on the road of returning to the sect with a stomach full of grievances.

High in the sky, the girl rode a crane and watched Jiu Jiansheng leave with a group of people from the Great River Sect.

"Jiu Jiansheng, I seem to have heard of it, it seems to be a genius of the second generation of disciples of the Great River Sect. The girl touched her chin and said thoughtfully.

Below, Yan Chuan saw Jiu Jiansheng leaving. He sat back in the sedan chair again.

"Get up in the sedan chair!" Liu Jin shouted.

The army marched towards Dragon Vein Mountain again.

However, at this moment, all the soldiers seemed to have been injected with stimulants, and they were all full of energy.

"Huh, they're going to the mountain pass too, and what is the boy going to do?" said the girl.

"Wow, wow!" the crane cried softly, also expressing curiosity.

"Could it be that this seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy also understands the way of feng shui? can you see that this is a dragon vein? impossible, how old is he!" the girl shook her head.

"Wow, wow!"

"Look!" the girl was interested.

Yan Chuan's army really went straight to the small lake where the girl had bathed earlier.

More than 2,000 troops guarded the mountain.

Yan Chuan's sedan chair landed in front of the small lake on the top of the mountain, and Huo Guang and Liu Jin followed, as well as a group of soldiers carrying pen, ink, paper and inkstones.

After getting off the sedan chair, Yan Chuan looked around the small lake in the mountain pass.

"Little Crane, what do you say the boy is looking for?" the girl in the sky wondered.

"Whew!" the crane shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

The small lake is not big, and after looking at it for a while, it stopped at the lake due north.

"The position of the dragon's mouth spitting pearls? Yes, this is it!" Yan Chuan's eyes lit up.

"Tamp down the ground, lay the stones, and set up the desk!" Yan Chuan suddenly ordered.

"Yes!" Huo Guang immediately took the order.

Huo Guang cut down a big tree and cut it into a large wooden stake, and the silver armor army quickly used the wooden stake to tamp the piece of land. Then, I found a large stone, cut it flat, and finally, put the book

The table is set!

High in the air, the girl's eyes were full of confusion. I don't know what's going on next.

"Bring the white cloth woven from the flags!" Yan Chuan said to Liu Jin.

"Yes!"

Liu Jin immediately took out the three-foot white cloth.

Place the white cloth flat on top of the desk and press it with a paperweight.

"Grinding ink!" Yan Chuan said.

"Yes!" Liu Jin immediately respectfully grinded the ink.

Yan Chuan took out a purple jade brush, looked at the three-foot white cloth, and pondered slightly.

Huo Guang and other generals were all curious.

In the sky, the girl also looked at this scene in amazement: "This, what is he doing here?

When the girl was stunned, Yan Chuan below began to write.

"Whew!"

When a stroke falls, it is like a breeze blowing across the lake, and the lake surface suddenly ripples.

"I'm dazzled?" the girl immediately rubbed her eyes.

After rubbing his eyes, the wind on the surface of the lake became stronger and stronger, and a large amount of fog floated on the surface of the lake, and the fog rose into the air, gradually condensed, and even, formed a small cloud.

"Is it really a storm?"

How could a girl have thought that a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy would draw on the surrounding storm under his pen? This is the talent of some great Confucian and great calligraphers

He did it, but he was only seventeen or eighteen years old?

Below, a group of soldiers thought that the sky had changed suddenly, only Huo Guang and Liu Jin had a light in their eyes at the moment, because the two had already guessed that this might be the place where the prince put his pen

Reach.

Is this true?

Yan Chuan fell one stroke at a time, Liu Jin leaned closer, and saw clearly that there was a painting on the white cloth.

Although it is only outlined with a black pen, this monotonous color makes Liu Jin see vitality.

Bamboo house?Yan Chuan's painting is exactly the bamboo house where he lived before, around the bamboo house?

Looking at this painting, Liu Jin has a feeling of unreality, as if this is a bamboo house.

A couple of small bamboo huts, a small yard. Yan Chuan did not paint the mountains behind him, nor did he paint the surrounding bamboo forests, but only painted the courtyard of the small bamboo house.

The wind is blowing on the lake, the rain is majestic, and a large whirlpool is formed in the lake.

The soldiers were amazed.

A bead of sweat overflowed from Yan Chuan's forehead, but he kept drawing in his hand.

"Bang!"

The purple jade brush suddenly made a crisp sound, turned into powder, and was blown away by the wind.

Yan Chuan didn't stop, grabbed the last purple jade brush, and dipped it in ink again.

Boom! There was a roar in the lake.

High in the air, the girl's eyes widened.

"This, the power of the pen, maybe only Mr. Wen Ruo can compare with it, right?" the girl swallowed.

"Whew!" the crane suddenly became agitated.

"What's the matter?" the girl wondered.

"Wow, wow, wow!" the crane screamed.

"What?," the girl said in surprise.

"Wow!" the crane kept nodding.

"Although it is only a small dragon vein, it can be accumulated for thousands of years, and there must be a certain amount of dragon qi

Odd Road.

Below, a painting has been made.

The brush has a crack again.

Yan Chuan's brush stroked against a painting.

"Na!" Yan Chuan called softly.

"Boom!" suddenly gushed out of the whirlpool in the lake.

The wind rushed to the sky, instantly dispersing the surrounding clouds and mist. Then, it fell with a bang and fell straight into Yan Chuan's painting.

surging out of the water, surging into the calligraphy and painting. Faintly, you can see a faint golden light in the wind.

"The qi of the dragon vein, it is indeed the qi of the dragon vein of the earth!" said the girl in the sky in surprise.

"Boom!"

The surrounding mountains suddenly trembled. It was like an earthquake.

A whole stick of incense for a whole time. The earthquake stopped.

"Bang!" the whirlpool on the surface of the lake snapped together.

The strong wind also entered Yan Chuan's paintings. The sky is bright again.

The brush in Yan Chuan's hand once again painted virtually.

"Hey!"

"Bang!" the purple jade brush turned into powder again.

When the second brush was exhausted, Yan Chuan was already sweating profusely, and his face was pale. However, the painting is completely done.

On the scroll, there is a faint golden light, and the golden light quickly disappears into the painting.

At this moment, the bamboo house in the painting is becoming more and more vivid, and even, the original black and white color, there is a lot of emerald green color, and the grass on the ground in the painting is as real as it is

Two.

"Congratulations to the prince!" Liu Jin, Huo Guang and other soldiers immediately congratulated excitedly.

"Will you be able to watch it?" Yan Chuan asked.

"Yes, the old slave will, will!" Liu Jin was a little unfavorable when he spoke.

"Put this picture on the table!" Yan Chuan said.

"Yes!" Liu Jin immediately carefully touched the painting.

Yan Chuan walked to the side of the sedan chair, entered it, and did a slight pranayama. The painting just now is the limit of Yan Chuan's current physique.

High in the air, the girl held her chin thoughtfully.

When Yan Chuan recovered and walked out of the sedan chair, Liu Jin had already made a statement.

A picture scroll, a scroll, was handed to Yan Chuan.

Yan Chuan took it and opened it gently. In the painting, it is the bamboo hut where the former residence was lived.

Liu Jin and Huo Guang's eyes were full of curiosity. A group of soldiers are even more worshipful.

"Lord Wang, what is the use of this painting?" Liu Jin said curiously.

Yan Chuan smiled slightly: "You and Huo Guangzhan are good!"

"Yes!" the two of them immediately grabbed one by one, and the void unfolded the scroll.

Yan Chuan grabbed the desk with his hand and held it at the scroll.

"Buzz!"

On the painting, a ripple suddenly appeared, and the desk disappeared strangely.

Gone? Desk gone?

Everyone's faces changed. Take another look.

"The desk, the desk is in the painting, it's in the painting!" Liu Jin exclaimed.

In the small courtyard, the previous desk is being 'drawn' in the small courtyard. This, this, Liu Jin and Huo Guang were stunned.

"This painting, with the energy of the dragon vein, can have a space inside to store some dead things, but unfortunately, the dragon qi is too little, the picture quality is too poor, the space is not large, only three zhang square. Moreover, a hundred years later, the dragon's anger was vented, and the painting was useless. Yan Chuan shook his head and said.

"Ahh

"Lord Wang, how can you take out the desk when you put it in?" Huo Guang didn't know what to say at the moment.

"It's a good deal!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

As he spoke, Yan Chuan stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and a large number of ripples appeared in the picture again, and his arm reached in, and he grabbed the desk again.

"This, this ............?" the crowd was stunned.

"Lord God!" the crowd worshipped.

"Hahaha, it's good to cultivate, in the future, you can do it too!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

"Yes!" said the crowd respectfully.

"Liu Jin, although there is space in this painting, it should not be burned, and in the future, you will be responsible for keeping this painting for me!" Yan Chuan said.

"Yes, the old slave must be kept carefully!" Liu Jin said excitedly.

High in the air, the girl looked down.

"Space magic weapon, a person with a triple power realm, can actually refine a space magic weapon, what are you kidding?" the girl smiled bitterly.

"Whew!" the crane nodded. Means speechless.

"Space magic weapons, very few, like him refining, really not many people can do it, calligraphy and painting skills are so deep, and understand feng shui, and can meet the dragon vein?

It's less, although the space is not large, it is also remarkable, it seems that Mr. Wen Ruo, is about to meet an opponent, hehe!" A sly smile appeared in the girl's eyes.