long night walk

Chapter 236 The book is good, so is the sword
Yun Rong's small hand trembled, and the small book in her hand almost fell to the ground, and her tone changed: "Picture of the Spring Palace?"

Bailian looked humbly asking for advice: "The erotic palace picture? What kind of picture is that?"

Fang Geyu glanced at him angrily, his face was red, his eyes were full of shyness, but he still had to keep his composure.

She cocked her neck and said disdainfully, "It's the kind of thing you did with Xiaojiujiu that day, the kind of picture that was drawn, understand?"

A cloud of mushrooms exploded from the top of Baili'an's head, and the hand that had touched the small book just now rubbed and rubbed on the table, like a cat scratching the table.

He stammered: "This...what kind of painter, no...it's boring."

As he said that, he looked at the famous Fourth Sword, and suddenly felt that this person was very serious.

Yun Rong clenched his fist and coughed lightly. His face was not red or his heart was beating. Except for the shaking of his hand just now, there was nothing strange on his face.

The fourth sword looked at Bailian with a look that looked down on you, and said jokingly: "I can't tell, you little corpse can play very well. But, I really don't know that Xuanshui Jun actually He is proficient in all eight kinds of talents, and this book is really not a picture book."

She flipped the pages of the book at random and showed them two glances.

In the book, not to mention the lingering entanglement of the figure, not even a small figure can find a shadow.

On the pages of the book, there are all tiny characters, and when the pages are turned, there is a faint scent of clear ink.

Coming from the front, it has a taste of elegance and refinement, and Duan Wufang Geyu said it was so unbearable.

Fang Geyu let out a light yawn and felt incredible: "Is this really done by Xuan Shui Jun?"

Yun Rong pointed to the seal on the page: "It can't be faked."

Fang Geyu flipped through two or three pages with a strange expression, and his expression became extremely wonderful.

This is actually-

A collection of tragic stories about the love between men and women.

Although there is no such indescribable indescribable plot as she thought in her mind, it is all a collection of short stories of love stories.

Although it's not an erotic image, the image of her fourth sword is slightly preserved.

But this kind of love story... It was actually read by the fourth sword.

Moreover, he actually pulled the juniors to watch it together.

What's wrong with this?
Bailian suddenly snorted, and his eyes fell on the red rubbing of the pen.

Following his gaze all the way, a slight smile suddenly appeared on Yun Rong's lips.

This little corpse demon really has the talent to learn swords.

Bailian's eyes focused, he took a clean chopstick, held it lightly with three fingers, and waved it messily in the air.

The tip of the chopsticks made a squeaking sound, and a chopstick danced in an incoherent manner, but in the clutter, it had an indescribable rhythm.

The tip of the chopsticks stopped, only to hear a puff, and several small sword lights flew out and printed on the old window.

The old and yellowed old wood was instantly penetrated into a small lotus imprint, and the edge of the bright yellow sword was burning.

Yun Rong's eyes were extremely bright, looking at Bailian's hand holding the chopsticks, she even wanted to touch him.

Fang Geyu was stunned, and he couldn't react. In this little love story book, there was a hidden sword trick.

Bai Li'an put down his chopsticks and pondered: "The power is not as powerful as that Lingxu swordsmanship."

Yun Rong didn't say a word, just held her cheek with one hand and looked at Baili'an with a smile, the light of the sword fire jumping above the window fell into her Jianshui pupils.

Bailian reached out and took the "Feng Ya Ji" from Fang Geyu, and began to read it carefully, analyzing it word by word.

The small hall was silent for a while, except for the faint sound of flipping pages.

What's rare is that the little girl who has the most poisonous mouth on weekdays has also become quiet, sitting down and watching Baili'an quietly, without saying anything to disturb.

Bailian's reading speed is very slow, and a page of a story needs to be carefully read several times before continuing to watch it.

His fingers were very steady when turning pages, and Yun Rong knew that his reading speed was not fast, but the moment he turned the page, it meant that he had absorbed all the content of that page.

The smile on the lips deepened.

She suddenly felt that if this son could teach him well, he would definitely have a place in the Thirteen Swords.

The heavy snow stopped, and a round moon shadow appeared on the sky.

In the small noodle restaurant of Bashu, there are sporadic customers during the day.

There are not many guests, and among the five, there must be three inhumans.

In the border town, there are quite a few homeless brats.

After flipping to the last page and deciphering everything, Bailian closed the book and returned it to Yunrong.

He rubbed his brows, his eyes showed a bit of exhaustion, but with a smile on his face, he said respectfully, "Master Xuanshui, it's really amazing."

Yun Rong put away the little book and said, "How is it so amazing?"

Bailian said: "The story is very good."

Yun Rong frowned: "That's it?"

"And then, the sword intent hidden in the story is also very powerful."

Obviously, Yun Rong was not very satisfied with his statement: "Could it be that you think that such a subtle sword intent can't match the story in the book?"

Bailian smiled: "It can be seen that Xuan Shui-Jun is better than Sword Intent for his own stories, what is really exciting is the story.

But those few strokes of the deep and profound sword intent are the icing on the cake. I think when I was writing, my mood was affected by the story in the book, and it was not very interesting. "

Yun Rong couldn't agree: "Three thousand great thousand worlds are everywhere, and there is only one way of the sword. Hope I am alone. How can these stories of men and women's love and love be above the eternal swordsmanship."

Bailian shook his head and said, "Whoever you are, is your own. Small self, big world. For Miss Yunrong, kendo is your big world, but for a storyteller, the story in the book is very important. It's his world.

Sijian girl can read the story in the book and participate in the sword meaning, but Xuanshuijun writes the little stories of heaven and earth with the sword meaning.

The writer, the swordsman, the three thousand worlds, the human world, everywhere is the great road, everywhere is withered, the pen and knife can also be immortal in spring and autumn, when the sword is sharp but there is a break, who will be superior to the other? . "

He smiled slightly and said: "The present said, I have seen the swordsmanship of Miss Yunrong, and the light in the sea that day made a thousand miles without demons, purifying the sea world, although the sword intent in the book is Exquisite, but far less powerful than Miss Yunrong."

Yun Rong did not continue to refute, but fell into some kind of contemplation.

Bailian said with some regret: "The book is good, and the sword is good, but it's a pity that the story has no ending, it's a pity."

Fang Geyu lay on the table, stirred the candle with a silver needle, and said, "I just remembered, this Xuanshui Jun did write some words before the animation pen, and it is indeed quite popular in the world. Admiration and love.

It's just that one day he suddenly changed his style and published thirteen erotic pictures in a row overnight. As a result, the erotic pictures were more popular than the words.

The price sold overnight is actually far more than the sales volume of the book in three years. Since then, Xuan Shui Jun has painted far more than written, and his brilliant name is far better than his talent name. Over time, people have forgotten his original name. He can even write a notebook. "

(End of this chapter)