Kendo God.

Chapter 90 Yixin
After changing his clothes, Ye Qing took out the Shichen Umbrella, stretched out his hands to grab the umbrella ribs, and quickly removed the seven pieces of spiritual jade from the inlay grooves of the umbrella ribs, and threw them on the table by the window,
At the entrance of the auction, Ye Qing felt the strange fluctuations, which were caused by Shichen Umbrella's rejection of the seven-colored jade. The seven-colored jade inlaid on it was simply an insult to Shichen Umbrella. Ye Qing naturally won't let it continue to exist.

Without the colorful spirit jade, there are seven grooves on the umbrella bone, which are smooth and flat, giving people a sense of regret.

Counting the hollow grooves in the wooden pole of the umbrella handle, there are a total of eight grooves on the entire stone dust umbrella. They have a common name, sword 'road'.

Practice the Baji Sword Code, seal the Baji Sword Intent and store it in the eight kendos, and then you can fully display the power of the Shichen Umbrella.

There was a time when the Shichen Umbrella was the symbol of the immortal Ye Xuchen, and later, it became the symbol of the sword madman Gu Qingyang.

Looking at the eight kendos, Ye Qing was slightly immersed in memories, but at this moment, the sound of a carrier pigeon's wings fluttering came from outside the window, which woke Ye Qing up. When he looked up, he saw a carrier pigeon flying through the open window. It flew in and landed on the table where the colorful spirit jade was.

Ye Qing sucked the carrier pigeon into his hand, opened the letter and saw that it was a letter from Ye Qianxue, the writing on it was as follows,
Ye Qing, are you going to refine the colorful spirit jade into a finished spirit hairpin and give it to me?If this is the case, then there is no need. I know the craftsman in Shengong Building, and I feel more at ease if I let him refine the seven-colored jade. You are new to Shenluo Mountain, and you are not familiar with the place. Once I was cheated by some craftsman, not to mention wasting refining costs, and ruining the colorful spirit jade, then I would be unhappy.

After reading the contents of this letter, Ye Qing already knew what Ye Qianxue was thinking. He frowned and couldn't help but shook his head, turning the letter into ashes.
The appearance of the Shichen Umbrella happened to be accompanied by the seven-colored Lingyu, so Ye Qianxue had this kind of misunderstanding, which Ye Qing could not control, but even so, the tone of this letter was really unacceptable.

When he came to Shenluo Mountain, because of Ye Zhuang, Ye Qing was already a little more tolerant of the impression Ye Qianxue gave him in Yuxing Peak, and the seven-colored jade was not important to Ye Qing , if Ye Qianxue really wanted it, it would be fine even if he gave it to her, but in this situation...

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A few wisps of cooking smoke rose, Ye Qing sat on the stone bench in the disciple's courtyard, lit a thunder fire and burned it on the bluestone ground, holding an iron stick in his hand, skillfully turning it on the flame.

As the flames smoky, soon bursts of tempting aroma wafted out from the disciple garden,
Ye Qing roasted it slowly on a low fire, it took a long time to roast the whole homing pigeon until it was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, the whole body exuded a golden color, it looked very delicious,

However, just when Ye Qing was about to tear off the roasted pigeon legs, a figure suddenly descended from the sky and landed in the disciple's garden. Before he could see the face of the person, he heard the person muttering, "It smells so good, smells so good ,I want to eat."

Ye Qing turned his eyes and saw that the person had jumped in front of him, his big eyes were flickering eyelashes, staring at the roasted pigeon in his hand, he couldn't take his eyes off, and even drooled a little.

"It's you?" Ye Qing was slightly surprised when he saw the face of the person coming.
More than eight feet (1.6 meters to 1.7 meters) of medium height, slightly fat, with a hairpin in the shape of a "small windmill" inserted in the hair crown, wearing a Taoist uniform is a bit messy, giving people a very funny feeling, but, In those big eyes, there was an extremely pure look, which made people look at each other as if they were looking at a baby.

Ye Qing knew this person. When he was going to Yezhuang's mansion, he passed by a mansion on the way, and there were bursts of piano sound. Ye Qing went in curiously and found two people in the pavilion, one was the one Ye Qing had talked with. The old man playing the piano, and the other is the young man in front of him.

At that time the young man saw Ye Qing, he didn't speak, he just teased the goldfish in the pond.

"I want to eat, give it to me?" The boy raised his head when he heard Ye Qing talking to him, and looked at Ye Qing with pure longing in his eyes.

Ye Qing's heart skipped a beat, the boy's mind seemed to be a little problematic, he nodded calmly, Ye Qing lifted the roasted pigeon in his hand and handed it to the boy.

Seeing that Ye Qing handed him the roasted pigeon, the young man was very excited. He stretched out his hand to grab it, but he caught the tip of the red iron skewer that was roasted by the flames. He was scalded immediately, and quickly withdrew his hand back. .

There is really something wrong with his brain, Ye Qing never thought that beside the old man playing the piano, there is actually a fool playing with the goldfish, he didn't notice it at the time.

The young man is obviously also a monk, his hand was scalded, retract it and it will be fine soon, but it seems that he is afraid of pain, looking at the roasted pigeon in Ye Qing's hand, he is a little afraid to stretch out his hand, but his eyes are still very greedy eyes.

"Hold this side, this side isn't hot." Ye Qing shook his head with a smile, he didn't feel any pressure to get along with a fool, since he smelled it, it was fate, he stretched out his hand and took the iron Hand this side to the boy.

It is said that he is a boy, but he is actually at least seventeen or eighteen years old, but the IQ of this silly boy is obviously not higher than that of an eight-year-old child. To sum it up, it is just right to be called a boy.

The young man was obviously afraid of the iron pick, but after all he couldn't resist the temptation of the roasted pigeon. After his eyes flickered a few times, he finally stretched out his hand and grabbed the iron pick. Take it away.

Then, the boy was not polite to Ye Qing, he tore off a pigeon leg and put it in his mouth, chewing it wantonly.

A gust of wind blew by, and the windmill on the boy's head began to spin, Ye Qing was shocked to find out that the windmill was real.

The boy didn't know if it was because he was addicted to food, or because the pigeon was really delicious, he didn't even look at Ye Qing when he ate it.

Eating the pigeon roasted by the Immortal Venerable, but still only immersed in the taste of the food, it was just like a sentence, stupid people have stupid blessings.

In the blink of an eye, most of the roasted pigeon was eaten by the young man. At this moment, the young man hiccupped, and his eyes inadvertently swept across Ye Qing's face. Ye Qing was looking at him, chewing The movement suddenly stopped and stopped.

Then, Ye Qing saw the tangled and thinking look on the young man's face, and finally the young man pursed his lips, as if he had made a decision, he reluctantly took the leftover half of the pigeon leg and the pigeon he hadn't finished eating. Handed the butt to Ye Qing, "Let me eat it for you."

Ye Qing was slightly taken aback, he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't seem to laugh, a sense of sadness flashed in his heart, and there was also a warm current.

Just when Ye Qing was about to wave his hand to reject the kindness, suddenly an old voice came from outside the door of Disciple Garden, breaking the atmosphere in the courtyard,
"Yi Xin, you're messing around again."

Ye Qing turned his head and saw an old man carrying a guqin, walking in slowly from the door, it was the same old man who played the piano for his master back then, but he was not proficient in piano music.

Hearing someone calling him, the fat boy turned his head away. The windmill above his head changed its direction, and the speed of rotation slowed down. Seeing the old man walk in, Yi Xin was obviously very happy, stood up with the roasted pigeon and ran away In the past, "Grandpa Zhou, this roasted pigeon is delicious, I'll eat it for you."

(End of this chapter)