Kendo Venom

Chapter 2022 Are you free?
Declining the maid's kindness, Su Xuan and the others temporarily found a place to sit down in the poetry area. Compared with other rhythms and paintings, he would rather sit here and write.

In any case, when he was still in the Palace of Gods, the master asked himself to copy that ancient book. Over time, Su Xuan's writing skills improved a lot, and thanks to the master's blessing, he successfully refined it. That sword intent.

The cultivators around had their own things to do. Occasionally, when they saw Su Xuan and his party, they only took a quick glance before turning their eyes away, and then fixed their eyes on the pen and paper in front of them.

Mo Zhen also picked up the pen in a decent manner, and randomly drew a few lines similar to formations on the paper, and asked in a low voice curiously: "Master of the White House, in half an hour... you said that in the middle, Will Miss Zicha notice us?"

He said it was to investigate the clues of the god statue, but he couldn't hide the faint excitement that flashed in his eyes when he opened his mouth.

Su Xuangang wrote a few lines and was gradually getting used to this state, but when Mo Zhen uttered a word, he lost his skills in an instant.

Reluctantly pressing his forehead, Su Xuan put down the pen, and said in a deep voice: "The Zicha Pavilion has so many layers, excellent scholars and Tianjiao are not much worse than us, besides, since she plans to make the Zicha Pavilion like this This pattern shows that at least what she is looking for is the elegance and ambition of these young people."

Meng Li explained with a smile: "Actually, what the Lord of the White House means is that Mo Zhen, you are too rough, and it is impossible to attract Miss Zicha's attention, so I can understand it."

Mo Zhen didn't care at all. He grabbed a page, shook it a few times, and said with a smile, "Look at my drawing."

Hearing the sound, Su Xuan glanced at it. When he noticed that even a few randomly drawn lines had the aura of a formation, the way he looked at Mo Zhen changed slightly, and asked in a low voice: " Are you going to hide your clumsiness and want to directly attract the other party's attention?"

"Well... that's the only way. Otherwise, who knows if Miss Zicha will notice me, this is also a way."

Mo Zhen shook it a few times, then slapped the paper back to its original place, lowered his head slightly, and looked around.

Meng Li and Shen Ximeng didn't sit still, seeing that there were many books they had read nearby, they also picked up the books and read them carefully in their boredom.

These books look half-new and half-old, and some pages have been conspicuously marked by previous comers. As long as you turn to that page, you can see the relevant explanations, and the differences between different cultivators. understand.

Just like this swordsmanship book that Shen Ximeng picked up, just for her opinions on a set of sword moves, she found out the opinions of more than a dozen different swordsmen. Just admiring and commenting for a while, it was enough for her to look at it for a long time a period of time.

And I have to say that under such circumstances, Shen Ximeng, who didn't like the quiet atmosphere, was rarely in the mood. He picked up the book and started reading it like a fascination, even though Mo Zhen kept humming from time to time. Huh, it didn't catch her attention either.

Seeing that each of them had found something to do, Su Xuan lowered his eyes again, looking at the half-written page that he had written before, which was regarded as a half-finished page. After thinking about it, he turned the page over and turned the white side to the top , raised the pen again.

It was just what to write, but it became a difficult problem for Su Xuan again.

When writing the sword scriptures, he still doesn't want anyone to see the clues, and he is not such a selfless person, willing to write his sword intent on the page.

If he doesn't write this, he doesn't know what to write.

Thoughts surged, Su Xuan suddenly thought of a picture, and he also planned to draw a few lines in the same way as Mo Zhen, to outline that picture.

He started to write again, writing and drawing on it.

"My lady, I dare to ask, is she free now?"

Su Xuan was halfway through the painting when a strange man's voice suddenly came from his side.

Over there is Shen Ximeng. From the beginning until now, she has been reading that book silently, showing a knowing smile from time to time. Such a smile shows a bit of transcendence.

When she came to the Palace of Gods, her appearance and temperament were already at the top of the list in the Palace of Gods, but Su Xuan focused on the little fox and didn't really appreciate the other's beauty.

Now Shen Ximeng didn't intentionally hide his appearance and smile, but suddenly attracted a gentle man with a fresh and scholarly fragrance all over his body.

This person is wearing a light blue scholar's scarf, with wide and slightly long sleeves, and his tall and straight head is even a little taller than Su Xuan's. His eyes are gentle, and his breath is like a piece of warm jade. People can't feel a trace of malice. strange.

Mo Zhen secretly laughed, but Shen Ximeng was not very happy.

It was hard for her to concentrate on reading a book once, and she was immersed in the atmosphere in it. Unexpectedly, the atmosphere that was rarely created was broken by this "nerd" who looked a bit old-fashioned in front of her.

In addition to her extremely beautiful appearance in the Palace of Gods, the most inaccessible thing about her is actually her temperament that strangers should not get close to.

When she was reading a book before, she smiled more like an ordinary gentle girl, but at this moment, when Shen Ximeng raised her head and looked at the other party, there was a very strong coldness in her eyes.

"No time, find someone else."

Not bothering to say one more word, Shen Ximeng wanted to lower his head again and continue to find the rare artistic conception.

Unexpectedly, a hand suddenly stretched out, gently pressed the book, and then the "scholar" smiled and said warmly: "These books are useless, if the girl is really interested in the sword array, why don't you go along with me?" In the painting area, how about I personally show the girl a few examples of calligraphy and painting condensing sword energy?"

In an instant, Shen Ximeng's own killing intent was strong, and the aura that was so intense that it was about to burst out quietly flowed into the palm of her hand. She was just about to send out a burst of aura to force the opponent back, so as to shock him.

As a result, the man's face was gentle and unchanged, he quickly grabbed the pen from the table, found a page of paper and drew a chain, only to see the lingering aura around Shen Ximeng, he became quiet for a moment, as if restrained by heaven and earth Generally speaking, there was even a faint sense of deep fear.

Mo Zhen stood up suddenly, pressed his hands on the table, and said with a simple smile: "Our friends don't want it, so why don't you force it?"

There are a few strands of talisman light pressed down between the fingers.

However, the scholar was not frightened by Mo Zhen. Instead, he frowned and stared at Su Xuan, as if he had discovered something, then smiled and stepped back: "I see, I was so abrupt, I'm sorry, I'm leaving—" —”

When he came, he came quietly, but when he stepped back, his footsteps were slightly heavy, and he made several heavy steps in a row that were enough to disturb others. In the end, the scholar with a slightly unstable breath finally disappeared from the sight of several people.

Mo Zhen's face was full of weirdness, while Meng Li was momentarily stunned. She only saw the last scene, and wondered why the other party was coming so aggressively, but in the end she just glanced at Su Xuan, and then quickly retreated?

"Disappointing..." Shen Ximeng sighed.

Mo Zhen sat next to Su Xuan, and asked in a low voice, "Master of the White House, how did you scare that guy away just now?"

"Scared? I didn't scare him." Su Xuan shook his head.

Then, he added casually: "Maybe he himself gave up the idea when he saw that there were too many of us."

(End of this chapter)