Along the way, Xu Baichuan has encountered a lot of things, and has been intercepted and killed many times, and those who intercepted and killed Xu Baichuan on the way left a lot of magic books after death.

In fact, the world is like this, but it is all the law of the jungle.

After killing a lot of people, Xu Baichuan's splendid bag also contained a lot of magic weapons, although he didn't use them often, but it was always good to have more magic weapons and more copies, last time he used a brush to turn the tables, and this time he gave the mirror to Su Changjing, which was also a response.

After all, he can kill people, but he is really not good at protecting people.

Not to mention that Su Changjing is still a weak person, even if he has superb painting skills, he can't help anything.

Therefore, that mirror is extremely important, at least for Su Changjing.

Now that the mirror has broken into a barrier, Su Changjing is safe and sound for the time being, but when the barrier is shattered or dissipates automatically, he will still be in danger.

He should have been far away, and the fight between the monks, it was better not to get involved without cultivation.

If it is affected, it will die at any time.

It's just that he still wants to draw it, which is extremely rare for him.

Before, he couldn't draw, and he didn't know why, but now he can figure out a little meaning.

He could draw people, but he couldn't draw that sword.

Or you can't draw the spirit of that sword.

This is a very strange thing, a long sword is originally a dead thing, although the material is good, the caster is highly skilled, even if the sword bearer instills the sword qi, it is impossible to turn the long sword that is a dead thing into a living thing, which is very unusual.

Dead things have no spirit and spirit, and some are only bodies.

But he did see the existence of spirit and spirit on the autumn wind, and he really couldn't draw it, and even he was sure that if he drew a stroke, there would be unpredictable consequences.

This painter, who has always thought that he can draw all things in heaven and earth, encountered something that he could not draw for the first time.

So he put the brush aside for the time being and looked up at Xu Baichuan.

It's just spirit, he can draw, and he has to paint.

The picture scroll that is now unfolding is his persistence for more than ten years, implementing his hard work, and the last one, how can he give up?

He pondered for a moment, then shook his head solemnly at himself.

Somewhat disappointed.

Because of too much disappointment.

The next moment, he shouted to Xu Baichuan: "Young Master Xu, I want to see your strongest sword." ”

After finishing speaking, he also pointed to the picture scroll spread on the box, and his mind was clear.

Xu Baichuan slashed back the oncoming flying knife, turned his head to look at him, didn't have too many thoughts, and said a good word.

As soon as the words fell, the next sword qi rolled in, and the sharp aura directly gathered the snowflakes on the sword qi.

Then there was a rumor.

Xu Baichuan took a step forward with his right foot and handed out a sword.

This sword is actually quite unusual for him, he has a heritage of thousands of years ago, and he has seen many swordsmen now, and a sword forged after a lot of training is definitely not weak.

Not to mention that Matsugami Jiro only relied on those two flying knives, and his body was as fragile as paper, so soon, the autumn wind carrying the wind and snow crossed his neck, and a head rushed to the sky.

There was a lot of blood scattered.

With two clanging sounds, the throwing knife that lost its owner's control fell on the snow.

Xu Baichuan didn't look at the two flying knives, but turned around and said to Su Changjing seriously: "How about this sword?"

Su Changjing didn't have the heart to answer him, the brush in his hand kept smearing on the scroll, and the joy on his face became heavier and heavier, but he didn't know what kind of trick he knew, so he fell down in a blink of an eye.

He looked at Xu Baichuan and Qiu Feng on the paper, and was speechless.

In his paintings, the characters are like himself, but there are some differences in his paintings, and he does not shine a little.

Xu Baichuan didn't draw his eyes, and Qiu Feng also lost some sword tips, so that the scabbard was completely drawn.

He wanted to continue painting, but every time he moved his brush, he felt a great horror surrounding his heart, and a sentence faintly echoed.

"The time has not yet come. ”

He couldn't hear it clearly, so he couldn't guess why the time hadn't come, he had always done painting overnight, and he had never observed it.

For him, it is the painter who observes the right time and place and the right people.

After his grandfather's death, he was the world's first-class painter, and he didn't care about these cumbersome rules at all, but now it appeared in his heart, which made him very incomprehensible.

Xu Baichuan didn't know what Su Changjing, who was stunned, was thinking, he asked that sentence, he just felt that this sword was very good, and he just wanted to get some praise.

So he asked.

After all, he was only a seventeen-year-old boy.

Su Changjing didn't answer his question, he didn't feel annoyed, he didn't have too much thought in his heart, not to mention that this was a trivial matter.

Putting the two flying knives into the splendid bag, Xu Baichuan walked in front of Su Changjing, followed his gaze and looked at the picture scroll that had just been drawn, slightly surprised.

"This is the first time someone has painted a portrait of me. Xu Baichuan said calmly: "The painting is good, although I haven't seen much, but at this time yours can undoubtedly be ranked first, but now I have a doubt, why didn't you draw the eyes and the tip of the sword." ”

Su Changjing sighed and said, "Can't draw, you and him can't draw?"

Xu Baichuan frowned slightly, "Why?"

Su Changjing put down the brush, first glanced at him, and then looked down at the sword in his hand, and then responded: "I can draw you, but I can't draw this sword, you and the sword are a whole, and they must be drawn together. ”

Xu Baichuan nodded, there were no words, the sword and the sword master are a whole, this is a supreme honor for sword cultivation, Su Changjing's words are really good to him.

It's just that for some reason, he always felt that something was wrong.

But I can't say it.

After thinking about it, I had to give up.

Xu Baichuan said calmly: "The door is there, I have already killed the people, presumably they don't dare to make any more moves, go in." ”

Su Changjing nodded, looked at Xu Baichuan and stopped, and his steps did not move.

Xu Baichuan thought about it for a while, knowing his hesitation, so he quickly said: "I'll go in with you, don't worry too much." ”

Su Changjing breathed a sigh of relief and began to pack up the picture scroll, and when he came to the gate of Su Mansion again, he found that it had been locked to death, and no matter how he pushed it, it was useless.

So he could only look at Xu Baichuan.

Xu Baichuan slapped his forehead, a little annoyed by Su Changjing's stupidity, the side door on the side is still open, and if he wants to enter the main gate, what is the difference between the roads?

He thought so, but for Su Changjing, if he wanted to enter the Su Mansion Ancestral Hall, he had to go through the main gate.

Or rather, the tablet in his box, his grandfather.

Su Changjing explained in a whisper, his face was a little red.

Xu Baichuan thought about it, asked him to retreat, and then swept up with a sword.

The deadbolts of the gates were all severed, and although they were valuable, no matter how precious they were, they could not resist the sharp edge of the autumn wind.

kicked the door open, looked at the various scenery inside, did not take a single step, but turned to look at Su Changjing.

Su Changjing was stunned, and after coming back to his senses in a trance, he hurriedly crossed the threshold and stepped into the long-awaited Su Mansion.

Looking at the vaguely familiar scene, vaguely like more than ten years ago, I couldn't help but think about it.

But before he could think about it, a large number of people rushed out from all over the place to surround him, all holding long knives in their hands.

It's just that it's different from the previous one, and now it seems to be a little afraid of him.

He is a smart person, and he knows that what these people are afraid of is not him, but Xu Baichuan, who is seriously wiping the autumn wind in the back.

The headless corpse lying in the snow not far away is proof of this.

Wind and snow swept by.

Xu Baichuan was dressed in green clothes and hunting, with the long sword in his hand, very much like those legendary heroes who acted bravely.

It's just that Xu Baichuan doesn't want to be a hero, and he doesn't have the heart to do it, he just wants to practice swords, and if he has the heart to do something.

Therefore he ignored the many servants and stood quietly with his sword in hand.

Su Fu is so powerful in Qingyuan Kingdom, it is impossible for the monks under his command to be only Matsugami Jiro, there should be others, otherwise it will be too wrong.

Su Mingzhou did indeed have more than one monk for him to drive, and there were quite a few under him.

After entering the Su Mansion, Su Mingzhou thought that Xu Baichuan would kill Matsugami Erlang, so he called some other monks, and the news he got was to come as soon as possible, so he was extremely happy, but when the main gate of the Su Mansion was cut open by a sword, the monks in his heart did not come, so he could only gather some slaves with weapons and serve as guards.

In his heart, he was still secretly scolding those monks, accepting his offerings, but not coming to help him, it was simply not a son of man.

If the monks don't come, they won't be able to come.

Someone blocked their way, not far from Su Mansion, so they could only look at Su Mansion from a distance, and if they wanted to make some movements, they would be hit by the breath.

Stopping them was a figure, shrouded in shadows, making people look inrecent, as if they were not standing there, but the aura that emanated from his body was a tangible proof of his existence.

The figure was the one standing behind the emperor, and now he came to stop these monks, and it was not without the emperor's intention.

Su Mansion is powerful, and relying on relatives, Su Mingzhou relies on the old and sells the old, thinking that he is a character, and even the emperor can accuse him at will, so the emperor wants to give him some color.

Emperor Qingyuan was rarely a little angry.

So the figure is standing here.

He looked at the many monks who were shocked, smiled disdainfully, and mocked slightly: "You don't have to sneak around, if you want to go over, you can attack me, win me or kill me, so many of you will not be afraid?"

Shortly after the words fell, a bald old man with a cane suddenly burst out and threw a cane at him.

It turned out to be the realm of refining the law, looking at the wind of a cane, it was much stronger than Matsugami Jiro.

The figure didn't make much movement, reaching out to catch the cane, and then kicked it out.

The bald old man suddenly flew upside down, and after a few struggles, he stopped moving.

Crushing the crutches in his hand, the figure said coldly: "Who else wants to come, might as well go together?"