Lin Yanli spread out the calligraphy and painting, gently blew the ink on the scroll, and waited for the ink to dry naturally. Lin Yanli narrowed his eyes in contentment.
The copybook from before must have been used by Bai Qing to deal with her.
With a flick of her wrist, Lin Yanli spread out the scroll, and the ink characters filled with sword spirit composed a series of soul-stirring poems.
There are three million sword immortals in the world, but Bai Qing is the best.
The name of Poetry and Sword Immortal is well-deserved.
It's just that the writing is a bit shabby and doesn't look good.
Lin Yanli happily put the scroll into his sleeve, took out a jar of strong wine from his storage bag, placed it next to Bai Qing, and said, "Bai Jianxian, drink well!"
Bai Qing gently flapped his sleeves, signaling Lin Yanli to go aside and not to delay his drinking.
Xiao Luan sat aside and watched Bai Qing's sword writing. He was very impressed. After drinking two glasses of wine with Bai Qing, the two exchanged some sword intentions.
A group of Daxiu cultivators from the fourth realm and above were communicating, but Lin Yanli, who was in the second realm, seemed redundant. He simply jumped up to the top of the city, grabbed the innocent flying sword in one hand, and began to swing the sword around to polish his body.
The walls at the top of the city were covered with large repair inscriptions, most of which were written by sword immortals. Lin Yanli shook his fist at the writings, and was able to counterattack with his sword intent.
In the remaining sword intent that rippled back and forth, Lin Yanli felt the thoughts of these sword immortals leaving words.
"You need cows to drink wine."
"With sword intent in your body, you can go anywhere in the world."
"The technique is too simple, so I have to practice sword practice."
"The great wasteland transforms into a monster, and its sword skills are vast and small."
These high spirits spurred the seeds of sword intent to sprout in Lin Yanli's heart.
At this time, words came slowly.
"The path of swordsmanship is endless, and all possible methods are like a dream.
It is like dew or electricity, so it should be viewed as such.
If you stay together, then you will reach the great road!"
Lin Yanli looked suddenly confused, turned around suddenly, and glanced at Lin Qingxuan.
Is Old Sword Immortal Lin teaching himself how to master the sword?
After thinking about what Lin Qingxuan had done before, Lin Yanli decided not to learn the sword here. She suppressed the surging thoughts in her heart and continued to draw the sword on her own.
Lin Qingxuan, who was sitting at the corner of the city, had a strange look in his eyes. Lin Yanli actually refused to accept the opportunity of swordsmanship that he personally sent him?
Such a wonderful girl, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen her!
Lin Qingxuan pressed on the rippling lake in his heart, telling himself in his heart not to rush things, there was still plenty of time, and some things could only be done bit by bit.
Xiao Luan sat there and glanced at Lin Qingxuan secretly. At this time, he was sure that the strange looks on the street that day came from Lin Qingxuan, but he didn't know what the thousand-year-old swordsman was planning in his heart.
Lin Hanzhi glanced towards the city and saw Lin Yanli swinging his sword in an extremely wild manner. He couldn't help but said depressedly: "How could such a good little girl learn such a swordsmanship? It's really not elegant and beautiful."
"I think you are just worrying. My granddaughter can learn whatever she wants. You are chattering here and your mouth is full of wine." Cao Zheng said angrily.
Lin Hanzhi glared and said, "What does my granddaughter have to do with you? You call each granddaughter affectionately."
"Hey, what a coincidence. When I, the old master, met my granddaughter, your "grandpa" was still enjoying himself somewhere."
"Old Furu, you want to fight, right?"
"Haha, let's go. It's thirty miles outside the city. If you don't come, it's my grandson."
Seeing the two old men quarreling again, Xiao Luan couldn't help but chuckle and said softly: "Xiao Yanli hates people quarreling around her the most."
The two old men paused when they heard the sound. They closed their mouths and looked behind them. They saw Lin Yanli practicing her sword skills intently and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Old man, you saved your life today."
"One day, I have to remove your head and use it as a urinal..."
Bai Qing drank very quickly, one bowl after another, very smoothly. He looked up at Lin Qingxuan and asked: "I heard there is some new news in Dahuang?"
Lin Qingxuan's left hand grasping the sword slightly relaxed, and he placed the sword across his leg, and said calmly: "Kong Gu built a meteor tower and learned our tricks. The great monsters who transformed into swordsmen and killed the five realms can be killed in it."
Leave your name in the Falling Star Tower, and when Kong Gu and I meet the tribulation in the future, we will have priority in receiving the Great Wilderness inheritance."
Bai Qing's eyes narrowed, and there was a little bit of drunkenness in his eyes. He looked around the wall of the city and said leisurely: "This great ancestor still hasn't learned the essence. The immortals who wrote these words have no desire, but left a legacy.
For future generations to understand.”
Lin Qingxuan loosened his grip on the sword and said, "You guys have to be careful. The Falling Star Tower is designed to deal with young swordsmen like you. These beasts who are trained in swordsmanship are not easy to deal with."
Cao Zheng smiled, picked up the wine bowl, and said, "So, it has nothing to do with me, an old man. Brother Bai, let me go."
Firstly, he does not have the fifth realm, and secondly, he is not a young swordsman. It seems that it really has nothing to do with him.
Bai Qing squinted, held the wine bowl, touched it with Cao Zheng, and said with a smile: "It's just a matter of reciting two more poems."
Cao Zheng gave a thumbs up, "Brother Bai, these words are insightful!"
"Master Cao, you can be listed on the first kill list."
Lin Qingxuan's words almost made Cao Zheng spit out his drink. He raised his fist and said angrily: "Why should I be the first to kill the old master if he has neither profound cultivation nor profound swordsmanship?"
"Because you are the only Sword Immortal Master here at Guanhai Academy."
Although Su Quan, Yao Zheng, and Ye Xu were noble men of the academy, they did not have the disciples of the most holy master in the wilderness, Cao Zheng, the Master of the Sword Immortal.
After all, in a place like the Great Wilderness, the strong are respected, and there are a number of strong people among them, all of whom are extremely lethal swordsmen.
The Master of Guanhai Academy, the disciple of the Most Holy Master, and the Sword Immortal all have three identities in one body. Naturally, they must be killed first.
"I'm going to die soon!" Cao Zheng wailed and drank all the wine in the bowl in one gulp. He seemed to remember something and shouted to Lin Yanli in the distance.
Lin Yanli heard Cao Zheng's call, touched the sweat on her forehead, put the Tianzhen Flying Sword into its sheath, came to sit next to Cao Zheng, and had a puzzled look on her face.
"Mr. Cao?"
Cao Zheng took a snowflake and put it into the wine, and said with a smile: "Master, I want to ask my granddaughter for something."
Lin Yanli took out a futon and sat down, "Mr. Cao, just say it."
Cao Zheng's smile faded. He glanced at Lin Hanzhi first, then turned his head and said seriously: "Master wants to ask his granddaughter to find a way out for Mu Tiancheng's child."
Lin Qingxuan's face was dull, neither sad nor happy. He just said coldly, "It's unnecessary."
Lin Yanli frowned and lowered her head to think.
What Cao Zheng is talking about should be those mortal children, those children who have become abandoned children! No, I'm afraid they are not even abandoned children.
Think about it, Lin Qingxuan is in a high position, high up, overlooking the earth.
Mortals, you ants, how can it be worth his efforts to pave a way out!