Scripture Pavilion.

Before hanging the painting.

Xie An closed his eyes, and he gradually cleared the fog on the screen.

In a trance, a wisp of wind blew from the river.

The wind wrinkled the surface of the river, blew the bamboo forest, and blew Xie An's clothes.

Xie An was standing by the river at this time, he looked at the shaking of the green bamboo forest, and realized something.

Rustle!

The sound of bamboo leaves is everywhere, the water on the river is rippling, and there is the lonely shadow of the fisherman Hanjiang, which is really pleasing to the eye.

Xie An stared at the swaying green bamboo forest, and those green bamboos were becoming clearer and clearer in Xie An's eyes.

After a few breaths, Xie An could already see the appearance of each green bamboo.

The bamboo leaves swayed, but they did not depart from the vigorous bamboo poles.

Those bamboo poles rose from the sky, like a long sword, piercing the sky.

Xie An raised his head, wanting to see the top of the green bamboo, but in the end he found nothing.

The green bamboo enters the clouds, and as far as the eye can see, there is only the endless bamboo leaves.

Rustle!

Cuizhu continued to sway, and Xie An suddenly felt something.

In his eyes, the shaking of these green bamboos is becoming more and more traceable.

He ignored the bamboo leaves first, and only the green bamboo with the bamboo poles left, turned into a long stick in an instant.

"Long stick?"

Xie An muttered.

He thought of the stick he used to practice holding his sword.

At this time, the aura in his body was quickly squeezed dry, and Xie An hurriedly took out the wine bottle and replenished it.

After the abundant aura entered his body, he fell into observation again.

The green bamboo in front of him rose from the sky, just like when Xie An raised his sword.

It is lifted high by the earth, piercing the sky, and this is the sword!

At this time, the wind direction changed slightly, and the green bamboo began to shake slightly.

Among them, some of the branches of the green bamboo come down from top to bottom, as if splitting the breeze, this is a splitting sword!

When the bamboo branch rebounds upward, the branch draws an arc in the air.

The branch slashed upward, and Xie An suddenly realized.

This is, sword-teasing!

Immediately afterwards, the wind direction changed again, and the green bamboo in the green bamboo forest also began to shake violently.

Xie An'an watched intently, he tried his best to observe, and remembered everything he could see.

His gaze followed the swing of the green bamboo, fast.

"It's a point sword!"

"This is a sword!"

"This is a sword wash!"

……

The more Xie An watched, the more excited he became, and the more he watched, the more excited he became.

The green bamboo forest is ever-changing, evolving into a variety of swordsmanship.

Xie An's stop is when it is time to unitary.

When all the copyists had completed their homework, Xie An had just come out of the observation.

"Senior Brother Xie, what are you?"

A copyist asked curiously.

Xie An had already finished transcribing the scriptures, and instead of leaving, he stood in front of a hanging painting.

Standing in front of the hanging painting is nothing, what makes people feel very puzzled is that Xie An is sweating profusely at this time.

Sweat had already soaked through the placket, and between the words, the sweat was still dripping from the placket and dripping in circles around Xie An's feet.

"Oh, thank you senior brother for your concern, Xie An's breath was a little disordered just now, which led to this."

Xie An did not tell the truth, he was very worried that someone would target him and target the painting.

"Senior Brother Xie, although you can copy the scriptures quickly, you must not slack off in your practice."

The senior brother did not suspect Xie An, Xie An's thin image would always make others think of the weak.

As he spoke, the senior brother took care of the scriptures and disappeared around the corner.

Xie An shook the spiritual pulp in the wine bottle, and it was already at the bottom.

Only then did he reluctantly walk out of the Scripture Pavilion, preparing to return to the stone house and practice the swordsmanship he had observed.

Xie An didn't know the name of this swordsmanship, only knew that the hanging painting was called "Jiang Yun Lingzhu Picture".

Since it is a spirit bamboo, the sword technique must be a spirit sword.

Xie An's footsteps were fast, and he suddenly heard a lot of commotion in front of him.

He looked up and saw a group of senior brothers and sisters gathered together.

"Do you know that there was good news from Xuankong Peak yesterday, and Senior Sister Mo made a lot of talismans."

"I've also heard that Senior Sister Mo actually fused the Detective Talisman Seal and the Recording Talisman Seal together to form a primary compound talisman seal."

"If that's the case, then the sect is Xiaobi, we must never meet Senior Sister Mo."

"I can already feel the oppression of the talismans. Hiss! ”

"Senior Sister Mo's Jade Crystal Body, it is several times faster to cultivate than us. Senior brothers, we must not slack off. ”

"Yes, I heard that the leader of the sect can get a storage ring and a magic weapon."

……

Xie An listened, with a smile in his eyes.

He usually works alone, and rarely has channels to learn about the news of the sect.

At this moment, when he heard Mo Qingyu's progress, his heart warmed.

"When the opportunity is ripe, I must tell Senior Sister Mo about the Qiankun technique. What if you can really make a storage bag......"

Xie An's eyes flashed expectantly, and he quickly flashed past the crowd.

He knew that the Qiankun Technique was not within the reach of the Nine Rank Qi Realm.

It is said that at least the fourth-grade gods, or the third-grade powerhouses who return to the virtual realm.

These powerhouses have formed a deep understanding of the laws of space, so that they can use the Qiankun technique to make storage bags.

The Qiankun technique is not a yellow-level technique, but an existence that exists above the Xuan level and even the earth-level technique.

Xie An didn't have a chance to contact it now, but he had already kept the matter of Qiankun in his heart.

On his day, Xie An vowed to read the scrolls of the Zangjing Pavilion.

Xie An's footsteps were in a hurry, and on the peak courtyard in the distance, a pair of eyes were staring closely at Xie An's figure.

"Qingyu, how can you be so distracted by practicing magic?"

Elder Mo's stern voice came, interrupting Mo Qingyu's thoughts.

"Even if Xie An is copying scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, his cultivation is also making rapid progress."

"His Royal Highness's cultivation is about to step into the Eight Grades Foundation Realm, and Xie An is actually an opponent, which shows that he has his own chances."

"You are so slack, have you forgotten the danger of that day?"

Elder Mo's eyes showed a fierce light, since Mo Qingyu encountered danger, he had been worried all day long.

He would rather be cruel to his daughter than see Mo Qingyu hurt again.

"Got it."

Mo Qingyu's face was slightly red, but his mouth was unforgiving: "Daddy, you can't be nicer to your daughter, aren't you afraid that your daughter will live in Xuankong Peak in the future?" ”

Hearing this, Elder Mo stroked his beard lightly, and pretended to be proud: "That Xuankong Peak, there is no fine wine!" ”

It turned out that from the very beginning, Elder Mo knew about his daughter's stealing of wine.

"Daddy!"

Mo Qingyu suddenly felt that her face was hot, she screamed coquettishly, and no longer paid attention to this old father.

Elder Mo smiled in his eyes, his daughter is kind-hearted.

However, between girls and teenagers, there will always be some feelings that are indescribable and inexplicable.

As a father, he didn't want the two to get too close, Xie An wanted revenge.

If there is not enough bloody wind and blood in the grievances, how can they stop.

He looked at Mo Qingyu and suddenly felt distressed.

The daughter who was not angry, and the afterglow flew out of the window again.

Elder Mo had to smile bitterly to himself: "It's really a big woman......

……

In front of the stone house.

Xie An meets with the harmless monkey.

No harm brought Danmu fruit as usual.

The two of them ate separately, and the rest was naturally placed in the spirits.

"No injury, you've been practicing the stick method for a few days, so today, as a teacher, I want to check how your homework is!"