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Chapter 16: Do you know how to paint? [A new book asks for everything]

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Xianwu Era, March 18th.

Unitary time.

Ye Ping has been in Qingyun Daozong for fifteen days.

Ye Ping completely comprehended all four hundred and sixty sword moves of the Four Thunders Sword Technique.

In other words, this set of swordsmanship Ye Ping has completely reached the pinnacle.

Now it is necessary to realize the sword potential.

The so-called sword power is a kind of sword power.

A set of swordsmanship, 1,460 moves, if you really want to hit them all, it's like doing radio gymnastics, every move is very dull.

But if you condense your sword power, then there is no need for this. As long as you stab a sword, it is equivalent to the blessing of all the moves of the whole set of swordsmanship in one move.

So sword power is very important, one move is equal to a set of swordsmanship.

As for the sword intent, it is a higher-end existence.

A strong man with sword intent doesn't need to draw a sword at all, he can suppress the enemy standing there.

So sword intent is the deepest place.

It took Ye Ping fifteen days to comprehend the entire set of sword techniques, and he believed that he would be able to comprehend the following sword moves in a short time.

But Ye Ping is not proud, because he knows that the reason why he can achieve this achievement is entirely because of his elder brother.

Without the sword mark of senior brother, it would be difficult for him to realize it.

Ye Ping will remember this kindness in his heart for drinking water without forgetting the well digger.

Thinking of half a year ago, when I participated in more than 50 Immortal Ascension Conferences, I was stunned that no sect wanted me, which made Ye Ping very uncomfortable. Now that Qingyun Daozong does not despise him, Ye Ping naturally remembers this kindness in his heart.

Thinking of this, Ye Ping couldn't help but look at Su Changyu on the cliff not far away, and his heart was filled with admiration.

"Big brother."

Ye Ping shouted.

Su Changyu sat on the cliff for several days.

He didn't know what was wrong with him recently, he was fine during the day, but he became inexplicably melancholy when the night approached.

Maybe it was because of the blow, or maybe it was because of Ye Ping's unnatural aptitude, which made him doubt himself. He doubted whether he was not suitable for practicing swordsmanship.

However, at this moment, Su Changyu heard Ye Ping's voice, and couldn't help turning his head back.

"how"

Su Changyu looked calm.

"Eldest brother, my junior brother has comprehended all 1,460 sword moves, and I will tell you."

Ye Ping, who was under the cliff, said calmly.

As soon as these words were said, Su Changyu, who was already melancholy, felt even more uncomfortable.

He is so sour.

But he could only grieve silently. The most important thing was that Ye Ping was obviously very strong, but he acted like I was a good cook.

And I obviously look like a weak chicken, but I still have to show a feeling that I am so strong.

No matter how thick-skinned it is, it's hard to stand.

"Then let's have a good rest, and don't work too hard. My generation of monks should know how to combine work and rest. The so-called haste makes waste. You should understand this truth."

After a while, Su Changyu asked Ye Ping to rest for a while, and at the same time he was very emotional.

Genius is not scary, what is scary is that geniuses are still working hard, this is what makes people desperate.

"Thank you, brother, for your advice."

under the cliff.

Ye Ping nodded.

In the past fifteen days, I have indeed been diligent and conscientious, forgetting to sleep and eat, and I have no time to rest.

Although it is necessary to be diligent, it is not good to be too diligent. You really need to take a break when the time is right.

Okay, give yourself half an hour off.

Ye Ping nodded, then sat on the ground, letting go of his thoughts.

He looked at Qingyun Daozong.

The sunset glows around the sky, the Qingyun Mountains reflect light red, everything is quiet and poetic.

At this moment, Ye Ping stretched his waist, glanced at the beautiful scenery of Qingyun Daozong, and then couldn't help but speak slowly.

"Sunset clouds cover Qingyun Peak, and Hengyue Mountain is bright red."

"I would like to learn the Qingzhou cultivation technique, and take advantage of the wind during the meal."

Ye Ping opened his mouth.

He couldn't help but read a poem.

This is written by Lin Yongzhong, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty.

However, Ye Ping changed it a little bit, changing Zhu Rongfeng to Qingyun Peak, and also changed Wishing to Learn Lingyang Cultivation Technique to Willing to Learn Qingzhou Cultivation Technique.

Small changes, but the artistic conception remains the same, this is probably the highest state of Wen Chaogong.

Ye Ping felt a little proud.

Although in the world of cultivating immortals, I am a good-for-nothing, but in the state of Jin, I can be considered a little famous

But Ye Ping is indeed modest, he is not as simple as being famous in Jin.

To say that every word is worth a thousand dollars is to humiliate his identity.

The rich and powerful of the Jin Kingdom love piano, chess, poetry and painting the most, and it happens that Ye Ping is the object of their pursuit, so if it weren't because this is a world of cultivating immortals, Ye Ping would have been able to get along like a fish in water in the Jin Kingdom.

But Ye Ping didn't regret it at all.

In his eyes, everything is low-grade and only Xiuxian is high.

And at this very moment.

Su Changyu who was standing on the back cliff moved slightly.

He changed his posture and looked at Ye Ping.

Firstly, my legs were numb.

Secondly, Ye Pingcai's poems caught his attention.

Su Chang Yumu was cultured.

But it can also be heard that Ye Ping's poem is very good.

Reminiscent of Ye Ping's origin, Su Changyu couldn't help but wonder.

"Little brother, I heard from the head master that you were a scholar before you went up the mountain."

Su Changyu asked.

"Brother, you can be regarded as half a scholar."

Ye Ping answered quickly, not daring to take it too seriously.

"Half a Reader"

Su Changyu is curious, what is a half scholar

"I haven't obtained the honor yet, so I can only be regarded as half a scholar."

Ye Ping replied immediately, without any hints.

"Oh." Su Changyu nodded, he didn't quite understand.

But in the end, Su Changyu continued to ask.

"Then junior brother, do you know the art of painting?"

Su Changyu asked.

"Know a thing or two."

Ye Ping said very modestly.

"Let's make a picture with the brothers."

When Su Changyu opened his mouth, it didn't come to him suddenly, but he just felt that if Ye Ping knew the art of painting, Ye Ping would really make a fortune in the future, and he would still have a bit of bragging rights.

See, the number one swordsman of the Jin Kingdom painted a picture for himself.

Su Changyu has no hobbies, the only hobby is to pretend to beep.

"Okay, senior brother, wait a moment, I'll go get the pen and ink."

Ye Ping nodded.

He is good at such things as Danqing sketch, not interested in it, but in his previous life, in order to pursue a goddess, he joined a Danqing Academy, and after three years of hard training, he finally learned Danqing, but the goddess ran away with a rich second generation.

So Ye Ping understood a truth.

Learning to paint can't save a single dog.

After a while, Ye Ping brought the paintbrush, rice paper and inkstone.

He had brought these things with him before he went up the mountain, but they had no place to use them, and they were just right now.

Ye Ping took the writing and ink very seriously, looked at the color of the sunset, and then looked at his senior brother, and then started to write.

And Su Changyu didn't think too much, stood up, quietly watched the sunset, leaving a chic posture.

An hour later.

It's done.