Arknights, are you a good person?

"Don't make noise, I'm thinking." Qi Yuan didn't appreciate it.

"Think about it carefully, isn't it time to study?" Xi frowned and advised earnestly.

"That's true..."

Qi Yuan returned to the Penguin Logistics employee lounge and took out a wrinkled copy of "Kjerag's Daily Language Primer". After returning from Victoria, he couldn't wait to go to Rhodes Island to learn foreign languages ​​from the Kjerag operators there. After a week of intensive training, he practiced oral English with the Aurora operators for two hours every day, and now he knows a lot of common words.

Although daily communication is bumpy, there are no more obstacles.

"I can speak Kjerag now." Xi still complained faithfully.

However, things did not go as Xi wished. Qi Yuan studied the introductory foreign language book diligently while practicing drawing talismans with his pen.

Qi Yuan studied as he studied, looking like a king of papers.

"you……"

"I usually study this way." Qi Yuan waved his hand to calm Xi's doubts, "The effect has always been very good."

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Xi and the academic master have no common language.

For example, my eldest brother, for example, Qi Yuan. There is a terrible gap between them.

Xi was silent for a long time, and Qi Yuan kept learning and practicing until he got off work.

The next day, Qi Yuan was still like this.

But this time, he took out Ling's wine gourd from his waist, took a few gulps, and what he wrote were no longer individual words, but some heroic verses.

Xi found it hilarious.

Her mentality also changed subtly, from worry to watching the joke, occasionally seeing Qi Yuan encountering difficulties that he couldn't overcome and trying in vain. Even if she was as indifferent as Xi, she still liked to watch this kind of show to cheer him up.

The next day, in vain.

On the third day, it was still the same.

On the fourth day, Qi Yuan had no choice but to go out and do good things for the whole day. It was already seven o'clock in the evening when he got home. Qi Yuan practiced non-stop for five hours before falling asleep.

Day ...

An unexpected but reasonable visitor came to Longmen and interrupted this cycle.

"I need to find a place to store the sword. I went to Shangshu to visit Ling, so I am a few days late. I hope you can forgive me."

"Qi Yuan, it's been a while since we last met. How are you?"

A generous voice, reassuring.

The visitor was wearing a training suit that was convenient for movement, old man's cloth shoes, and holding a bowl of soup powder and a cup of steaming eggnog with unmelted sugar granules in it.

Fresh and delicious.

I don’t know how they kept the food fresh over such a long distance from Yumen to Longmen. It must be the Originium technique.

"Brought it for you."

Zhongyue handed the breakfast he brought to Qi Yuan.

"The Grandmaster is finally here, please take a seat." Qi Yuan took the breakfast very politely, pulled out a stool for Grandmaster Zhongyue, and enthusiastically invited him to sit down.

"Longmen is indeed an economic center. The streets I saw along the way are much more prosperous than those in Yumen."

Chongyue spoke highly of Longmen as he sat down.

Qi Yuan was very happy and couldn't wait to open the soup powder and eggnog brought by Zhongyue. It must be that the unanimous agreement of the three ministers was finally implemented, so Zhongyue came to Longmen.

Soon someone will come to escort Qi Yuan to Kjerag Snow Mountain.

Full of peace of mind.

"I was at the door and saw you reading a book in one hand and drawing with a pen in the other. I guess you were trying to do two things at once, right?"

Zhongyue looked at Qi Yuan, who was slurping noodles, seriously for a few seconds, and sensed the familiar smell. He understood everything in a few seconds and sighed with regret.

"I didn't expect this. Maybe it was the work of my second brother?"

Zhong Yue thought about it again and again, and solemnly said: "Be careful with everything, and don't let the fragment return to chaos."

"Don't worry, we are measured."

After giving a brief reminder, Zhongyue, as an elder, said no more.

After finishing the noodle soup, Qi Yuan enthusiastically took Zhongyue to the fish stall and got some freshly baked curry fish balls from Brother Jie. He watched Zhongyue finish them one by one before stopping.

"It has a very strong spice flavor, combined with sweet and salty flavors. I really like it."

Zhongyue gave a good review of the breakfast Qi Yuan treated him to.

He visited a number of people, for example, greeted the local governor, caught up with the past, observed the uncle and nephew who were practicing sword skills seriously, and gave some pointers to Xiao Chen.

Qi Yuan observed that Grandmaster Zhongyue was thinking the whole time.

I don’t know what kind of martial arts is brewing, but Qi Yuan guessed it must be very shocking.

Only after they finished buying winter clothes did Zhong Yue frown and speak: "I'm not sure, but you are probably trying to maximize the use of Jie's power. I have an idea."

"Elaborate!"

Qi Yuan's eyes lit up and he carefully took out his notebook, intending to study it word by word.

This is a martial arts master.

“I only know that calligraphy and painting are inseparable.”

Zhongyue said with emotion: "If Sister Xi hadn't been so shy and avoided every one of us, and only invited the fake Xi who was drawn to dinner parties, she would have been able to become good friends with Jie."

"..."

Xi was sweating profusely inside, and she had no idea that her brothers and sisters all knew about it.

Qi Yuan was talking to himself, repeating "calligraphy and painting, calligraphy and painting..."

After muttering for a while, he suddenly looked up:

“How could it be so simple?”

"It's just a guess. Even when Jie was alive, this kind of thing never happened. I see this possibility in you and Xi."

"Wait, what do you know?"

Xi lost his composure and blurted out the answer without caring about hiding in Qi Yuan's hands.

She just felt like she didn't fit in.

567: This is our exciting combo! (3 more)

"Xi, this is our exciting combo skill!"

"Don't come over here!"

Xi never expected that she still couldn't escape Qi Yuan's clutches. After repeated requests, she lightly waved her brush, and the surroundings instantly changed into the quiet and elegant Shangshu town.

Chongyue and Qi Yuan were both contained in this painting.

"Be careful, don't break it again." Xi said half complaining and half warning.

Zhong Yue stopped moving as if he was familiar with the process. He reminded him, "Qi Yuan, try now and see if there is any difference when exercising your power in the painting."

"Ok."

Qi Yuan nodded, looked at the short red pen in his hand, shook his head and put it away.

Now that they are in the painting, of course they have to use cool weapons.

Qi Yuan raised his hand without looking back:

"Here comes the sword."

Xi's face turned dark when he heard this, but he still raised his head and threw the sword used for drawing, and it landed steadily in Qi Yuan's hands.

“Good to throw.”

Zhongyue couldn't help but exclaimed: "Xi must have practiced for a long time..."

After these words were spoken, Xi's face turned even darker, and he stared at his brother with red eyes, blaming him for telling everything to others and being careless with his mouth. What if others heard it?

"I didn't practice sword throwing. My accuracy is natural."

Xi said indifferently.

On the other side, Qi Yuan took the sword and swung it lightly. Marks of ink passed through the air and condensed into poetry in the void.

This world is a huge painting, which is naturally completely different from the reality. Seeing such a pleasing scene, Qi Yuan nodded with satisfaction.

is a good start.

"Let's strengthen this world first."

Countless characters fell like rain and merged into the scroll. The world in the painting suddenly became much more solid. Qi Yuan nodded, swung the sword again, and the ink marks condensed again.

"Let me try out my moves." Chongyue was itching to show off his skills, so he flew out, stood in the center of the world, and got into position.

"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying!"

Qi Yuan was fully prepared. With a swing of his sword, Mo Hen flew upwards and merged into this world. The entire scroll was filled with the sound of Qi Yuan reciting poetry.

The sky darkened in response.

A bone-scraping gale swept in, like a ghost screaming in the air, causing Zhongyue's body to sway slightly. His loose training suit bulged out. His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing an incredible divine light.

"it is good!"

The sound of praise and the wind of fists came together. The dark yellow wind of fists blew away the clouds and the whole world shook.

Xi smacked her lips slightly.

If it were in the past, her paintings would have been completely vulnerable and would have shattered into pieces long ago. But now, with the blessing of words, although it was shaking all the time, it still withstood the impact.

She observed Qi Yuan carefully. This guy was a little weird. Every time he made a move, he would recite poetry loudly, and the whole person seemed to be floating in the air.

"Xi, draw me a tall crown and white shirt."

Too pretentious!

Xi said speechlessly: "I haven't measured your size, how do I know what clothes you wear?"

Next time.

Wind and thunder were stirring, sometimes huge rivers collided, and the heavy mountain fell into a deep pool thousands of miles away. Sometimes the mountains and rivers were broken, and the earth roared and hit the heavy mountain. The latter did not move a step, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, which was an undisguised appreciation and joy.

until--

"The sword shines brightly, and the sky becomes blue. The ashes of the catastrophe fly away, and the past and present are peaceful."

Qi Yuan swung the sword, and Mo Yi soared into the sky with sword energy, illuminating the blue sky.

In an instant, everything was silent.

The light of the sword was like water waves, blowing towards the heavy mountain like the wind, extremely gentle.

Zhongyue's expression suddenly became solemn.

His gestures suddenly changed, and his hands spread out, changing from simple bombardment to blocking moves, his hands stroked the invisible sword lights, one after another, gently and nimbly.

Dispose of tricks at a glance.

Zhongyue began to study uncontrollably again, which was a manifestation of extreme appreciation.

Shila~

His sleeve suddenly tore into a very long slit, exposing his entire forearm, like a dam bursting. These tiny wounds instantly covered Zhongyue's clothes. He simply tore them apart, revealing the vest underneath.

"Good swordsmanship is like a surging river, endless."

"This is probably a change that occurred in the world of the painting. If it were in the outside world... this move should be an ordinary Scarlet Sky Sword Technique, barely at the level of Cloud Cracking."

Chongyue was full of praise.

"It can't be completely torn down. It's as if it's against the whole world... Could it be that this sword move has been developed to the extreme, and it can turn the heaven and earth into its own use, and gather all things into one sword?"

Qi Yuan didn't quite understand and scratched his head. What did the Grandmaster mean by this?

But he was really satisfied with the effect. It was completely different from when he was in the outside world. Every move he made was connected to heaven and earth, as if his words were truly brought into being.