I Am a Magic Sword

Biquge www.readwn.com, the fastest update I am the latest chapter of a magic sword!

"Senior Chen!"

The decadent young warrior gathered in front of Qingyan and greeted her.

Qing Yan frowned, and fanned in front of her nose, she smelled a bad smell.

It was a mixture of sweaty smell and alcohol smell, which made the sensitive light face extremely uncomfortable.

The young warrior seemed to react as well, and when he smelled it, some pale face turned red. He quickly pulled his clothes tightly, smiled, and then ran away!

"Ah!" Qing Yan sighed heavily, and whispered to Chen Hao with one hand on his forehead. "How did this guy recognize me?"

"do not know!"

Chen Hao is also unclear.

Qing Yan's Yi Rongshu is very good, as long as the strength gap is not large, it is generally impossible to find her.

The young warrior just looked at it lightly.

Less than a quarter of an hour, Qing Yan saw the young warrior coming up again.

This time he changed into clean clothes, his hair was tied up, his beard was not shaved, but it was much cleaner than before.

"Senior, can I sit?" he asked, pointing to the chair opposite Qingyan.

But he didn't wait for Qing Yan to say no, and he sat directly.

"Senior Chen, you can call me Lin Jie!"

"Oh!" Qing Yan nodded and asked slightly curiously, "How did you recognize me just now?"

Lin Jie said with some nostalgia: "My instinct is very keen. My teachers used to say that I am a born painter. As long as I work hard, I will certainly be able to achieve success in painting!"

"Have you achieved anything?" Qing Yan asked casually.

Maybe it's been a long time since I talked to someone, or maybe I was bored. I wanted to pass the rest of the time, and Qing Yan even said a few words to that person.

Xiao Er from the restaurant brought two dishes, a stack of peanuts, a jug of wine, and two wine glasses. He poured himself a glass of wine and took a sip gently. Some were sullen: "No, my mother thinks that Xi Wu is more promising, let me practice martial arts!"

"Ok!"

Qing Yan couldn't help but think of his father.

At the beginning, her father wanted her to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

If... Unfortunately, there is no if!

Too long time passed, she had almost forgotten what her father looked like. In her heart, there was only one feeling left.

But if it can be encountered, she believes that she can still recognize each other.

"Oh, senior, are you drinking?"

Only then did Lin Jie think of light face.

"Do not!"

"Oh, that's fine. Drinking is not a good habit. Recently, my sword holding hand is not stable!"

Qing Yan glanced at Lin Jie's indifferent expression and raised her eyebrows: "Since even the sword is unstable, why do you want to be a warrior?"

"I live by selling paintings now!" Lin Jie whispered.

"Selling paintings?" Qing Yan looked at the young man in surprise, "I didn't see that, you really have a hand? Since you are all living by selling paintings, why do you still carry a sword?"

"Be used! After all, I have been practicing swordsmanship since I remembered. Almost the sword does not leave the hand. Now I don't carry a sword in my hand, I feel something is missing!" Lin Jie said with emotion, "Bring the long sword , It’s actually quite good, sometimes my paintings may not be sold, so it’s easy to sell with a sword..."

Lin Jie, who had been stretched all the time, was almost amused by Lin Jie.

With a sword, is it convenient to sell paintings?

It is conceivable how Qingyan sells paintings!

"Don't you say that you are very talented in Danqing, why can't you even sell the painting?"

"Maybe, my paintings are a bit strange, not in line with their aesthetics!" Lin Jie took a sip of wine and sighed softly.

"Weird painting?" Qing Yan looked at the other person suspiciously, "What are you good at painting?"

"Landscapes, there are still characters!" Lin Jie looked up and said lightly. "Otherwise, I'm here, painting a picture for the seniors?"

"No!" Qing Yan shook her head and refused.

There are too many people in the restaurant.

Moreover, she did not want to leave any portraits.

"Relax, it won't take the time of the senior, let alone remove the camouflage!"

"Oh?" Qing Yan was a little surprised.

Then Lin Jie ignored it, removed the wine and vegetables on his table, wiped the oil stains on the wine table with the sleeves of the newly purchased clothes, and took out a stack of drawing paper from the space ring, with a brush, inkstone, and ink.

He lifted the jug and poured wine into the Yantai. While grinding the ink, he carefully observed the light face. After only ten breaths, he pressed the brush into the Yantai.

There was a sense of self-confidence and free and easy in him.

The essence, qi, and spirit in his body seemed to be as one, condensing into a trend.

This trend is not aggressive, but is as gentle as a stream, as quiet as a lake, with a kind of sadness in autumn!

This momentum makes solemnity solemnly.

She was fortunate enough to meet a Danqing everybody in Zhou Guofu. When the Danqing everyone was painting for Zhou Lihua, the momentum was no different.

When the momentum condensed to the extreme, Lin Jie was about to drag the brush out of the inkstone, but his movement suddenly stagnate and suddenly stopped.

He glanced again, pours all the ink from the inkstone into the bowl, and finds his weapon from the chair behind the buttocks. He pulls out the rusty sword and cuts his palms, blood is in a string Drops into the inkstone.

At this time, a table near Qingyan had noticed this side.

They also cast their eyes on the same curiosity, wanting to see how the painter dressed by the warrior painted.

"Is this guy crazy? Why did you cut your hand? Doesn't it hurt?"

"Who knows, maybe it's crazy?"

"It should be blood painting? But can you use blood to paint other girls? Can they accept it?"

"Can it be love?"

"No way?"

"..."

Lin Jie was indifferent to the outside world, and the outside world's comments were completely isolated from him at this moment.

He pressed the brush into the thick blood, when his spirit and spirit were integrated into one, he reached the peak... he was all there!

Those who were curious to see his painting held their breath.

The light face is calm. She starts to pour the broth into her rice bowl and mix the rice. She eats two bites and feels the taste is good.

When Yan Yan chewed slowly and just shaved the fourth bite bibimbap, Lin Jie also stopped the pen in his hand.

His painting speed is very fast, it's almost done in one go!

After the painting, Lin Jie let out a long sigh of relief, sweat beads on his forehead, and his pale face became paler.

He seemed to have expended a great deal of energy and slumped directly in his chair.

Before waiting for Qing Yan to see it, the person next to Lin Jie who watched his painting process was dumbfounded!

They looked at the picture on the table, and then looked at Lin Jie, and finally looked at the lightness... they were all stunned!