Chapter 235: The book is good, but the sword is also good
Yun Rong shook her little hand and almost dropped the small book in her hand to the ground. The tone of her voice also changed: "Erotic Palace Pictures?"
Hundred Li An looked like he was asking for advice humbly: "A erotic picture? What kind of picture is that?"
Fang Geyu glanced at him angrily, his face was red, his eyes were full of shame, but he still Stay calm.
She raised her neck and said disdainfully: "It's the kind of thing you did with Xiaojiujiu that day, the kind of picture that was drawn. Do you understand?"
A mushroom cloud suddenly exploded above Balian's head, and the hand that had just touched the notebook rubbed hard on the table, like a cat scratching the table.
He stammered: "This... what kind of painter is this? He is... boring."
As he said that, he looked at the famous Fourth Sword, and suddenly felt that this person was not good. serious.
Yun Rong clenched his fist and coughed lightly. His face was not red, his heart was not beating. Except for his hand shaking just now, there was nothing strange on his face.
The Fourth Sword seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He looked at Balian with a look that looked down on you, and joked: "I can't tell, you little corpse demon is quite good at playing. But, I I really don’t know that Mr. Xuan Shui is proficient in all kinds of talents. This book is really not a picture book.”
She opened the pages of the book at random and gave the two of them a look.
In the book, not to mention the lingering and melancholy figures, not even a small human head can be found.
On the pages of the book, there are all small characters, and when you turn the page, you can still faintly smell the fragrance of clear ink.
He came towards me with an air of elegance and refinement, which was definitely not as bad as what Fang Geyu said.
Fang Geyu exclaimed, feeling incredulous: "Is this really done by Lord Xuan Shui?"
Yun Rong pointed to the written seal on the page: "It must be considered as fake."
Fang Geyu flipped through two or three pages with a strange expression, and his expression became extremely exciting.
This is actually——
A collection of touching and pathos stories about the love between men and women.
Although there are no indescribable and obscene plots as she imagined, they are all collections of short love stories.
Although it is not an erotic picture, it still slightly preserves her image as the Fourth Sword.
But this love story book... was actually read by Fourth Sword.
Moreover, he even dragged the junior to watch it together.
What's wrong with this?
Bailian suddenly let out a light sigh, and his eyes fell on the red rubbing that was written. The color was light, but a few strokes outlined a vivid lotus.
Following his gaze, a faint smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Yun Rong's lips.
This little corpse demon really has a talent for swordsmanship.
Bailian's eyes were focused, he took out a clean chopstick, held it lightly with three fingers, and waved it messily in mid-air.
The tips of the chopsticks made a sizzling sound. One chopstick danced without any structure, but there was some indescribable rhythm amidst the chaos.
As soon as the tip of the chopsticks came to a stop, there was only a puff sound, and several small sword lights flew out and were imprinted on the old window.
The old and yellowed wood was instantly penetrated into a small lotus mark, with bright yellow sword fire burning at the edge.
Yunrong's eyes were extremely bright. Looking at Bailian's hand holding the chopsticks, she actually wanted to go up and touch him.
Fang Geyu was stunned, unable to react, but there was a sword secret hidden deep in this little love storybook.
Bailian put down his chopsticks and muttered: "It's not as powerful as the Lingxu Sword Technique."
Yun Rong said nothing, only held his cheek with one hand and looked at it with a smile. Balian, the light of the sword fire dancing above the window fell into her water-cut eyes with a deep glow. Bai Lian reached out and took out the "Feng Ya Ji" from Fang Geyu, and began to read it carefully, analyzing it word by word.
The small library was silent for a while, with only the slight sound of turning pages.
What was rare was that the usually venomous girl also became quiet. She sat down and looked at Balian quietly without disturbing her.
Bailian reads very slowly. He has to read a page of a story several times before turning the page and continuing to read.
His fingers turned the page very steadily. 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 on that page.
The smile on his lips deepened.
She suddenly felt that if this son could teach him well, he would definitely have a place among the Thirteen Swords.
The heavy snow stopped, and a round moon shadow appeared in the sky.
In the Bashu noodle shop, there are sporadic customers during the day.
There are not many guests, and among the five, three must be inhuman.
There are quite a few homeless little guys in the border town.
Reading to the last page and interpreting it all, Bailian closed the book and returned it to Yun Rong.
He rubbed his brows, his eyes showed a bit of exhaustion, but with a smile on his face, he said respectfully: "Jun Xuanshui, you are really amazing."
Yun Rong put the little book away and said: "How amazing is it?"
Bailian said: "The story is very interesting."
Yun Rong frowned: "That's it?"
"Then, the sword intention hidden in the story is also very powerful."
Obviously Yun Rong is not very satisfied with his statement: "Is it possible that you feel that such exquisite sword power cannot match the stories in the book?"
Bailian smiled: "It can be seen that Mr. Xuan Shui is more interested in the story he writes than the sword intention. What is really exciting is the story.
And the secret sword intention hidden in those few strokes is the icing on the cake. When I started writing, I think my mood was affected by the stories in the book, and I wasn’t very impressed.”
Yun Rong couldn't agree: "There are three thousand worlds, and there is nothing but the world of mortals. There is only one way of sword. I wonder how these stories of small love between men and women can prevail over the eternal sword."
Bailian shook his head and said: "Who are you doing? In yourself. Small self, big world. For Miss Yunrong, swordsmanship is your big world, but for a storyteller, the story in the book is his world.
Sijian Girl. He can read the story in the book and understand the meaning of the sword, but Lord Xuanshui uses the sword to understand the meaning of the sword. The writer and the swordsman write short stories about the world. The three thousand worlds and the world of mortals are full of avenues and withering. The pen and knife can be immortal in spring and autumn, but the sword is sharp and powerful. When it breaks, there is no telling who is superior to whom.”
He smiled slightly and said: "I have said it before, I have seen Miss Yun Rong's sword power. On that day, just the light breath in the sea was able to eliminate demons from thousands of miles away and cleanse the world. The sword intention in this book Although it is exquisite, it is far less powerful than Miss Yun Rong.”
Yun Rong did not continue to refute, but fell into some thought.
Bailian said with some regret: "The book is good, and the sword is also good. It's a pity that the story has no ending. It's a pity."
Fang Geyu lay on the table and stirred with a silver needle Lighting the candlelight, he said: "I just remembered that before the animation pen, Mr. Xuan Shui did write some story books, and he was indeed highly sought after and loved by people in the world.
Only But one day, he suddenly changed his style and published thirteen erotic pictures in one night. As a result, the erotic pictures were more popular than the story books.
The prices sold overnight were far higher. More than the three-year sales volume of storybooks, Xuan Shuijun painted more than he wrote, and his fame was far greater than his talent. As time went by, people forgot that he could write storybooks. "< br>
(End of this chapter)