I'm Really a Villain!

"This sword dance is about the Zuihongchen Inn, and all the women in it are sword immortals who came to the world.

That sword dance is so beautiful that everyone in this Demon Realm approves of it, only this one.

As for the capital of painting, Zhang Heng, the sage of painting, lived here, and he taught without distinction.

There are tens of thousands of disciples under his sect, and there are often thousands of people who come here to worship him as a teacher every day. "

Speaking of this, Shu Long said again: "I guess you are not interested in painting saints, I will take you to Zui Hongchen to watch the sword dance.

When you come to Shuyang County, you will have a lifelong dream if you don't watch the sword dance. "

"I want to visit Sanluan Sect," Wu Zhaodi said.

Xu Zimo took a look at Wu Zhaodi, and noticed that the other party's mood was not good, which seemed to be related to the Sanluan Sect.

He smiled and said, "Let's go and watch the sword dance, the Sanluan Sect can watch it anytime."

"That's right, that's right," Shu Long said hastily.

"Sanluan Sect has lived here at my Xia family for a few days.

If you want to see it, I can take you there to get to know it in the evening. "

Speaking of this, Wu Zhaodi did not refuse.

A few people walked into Shuyang County, and Shulong was familiar with the road, leading a few people to the main street.

There were people coming and going all around, and the smell of delicious food from the stall wafted through his nostrils, Xu Zimo was actually aroused a little bit to eat.

He bought a few pastries, which were sweet but not greasy.

While eating, the three of them had already arrived in front of Zui Hongchen.

It is not accurate to say that this is an inn, because it is more like a peony garden.

The meaning of drunk red dust is a kind of peony.

In fact, there are countless kinds of peonies here, including gold in the Black Sea, black jade in the crown of the world, alchemy in fire, and hibiscus in brocade tents...

I just heard that the owner of the garden here only loves drunken mortals, so he named it like it.

The walls of this peony garden are painted with white paint, and the peony paintings on them are lifelike.

It turned out to be a moving painting, the flowers are blooming, and you can even smell the fragrance of flowers.

A painting is so strange.

"This painting is the work of Zhang Heng, the sage of painting. It is hard to find, how about it? It looks good."

"The law of painting," Xu Zimo said to himself.

"What are you talking about?" Shu Long asked puzzled.

Xu Zimo shook his head with a smile. He didn't explain, and he couldn't explain clearly.

The meaning of law is integrated in this painting, so that such a situation can happen, but this so-called saint of painting is not simple, and the law alone is useless.

It is necessary to be the only one in the world in the way of painting, and only an existence that is exquisite to the extreme can have such a skill.

If that Zhang Heng can go one step further, reach the realm of Daoguo, and comprehend the rules, I am afraid that this painting will not be such a vision.

When he drew a sketch, the real peony came into being.

"Awesome," Xu Zimo also praised.

"If you have a chance, you can meet him."

"It depends on luck, brother-in-law," Shu Long explained.

"It's not that I'm hitting you. There are so many people who visit the Saint of Painting every day. Even if my father wants to see him, he has to make an appointment in advance."

Xu Zimo smiled and did not refute.

He and Wu Zhaodi followed Shulong and walked towards the peony garden.

"What? You're depressed," Xu Zimo glanced at Wu Zhaodi and asked softly.

"Do you have any enmity with that Sanluan sect?"

"They are not qualified yet," Wu Zhaodi said flatly.

"That's the Jiuluan Immortal Palace you mentioned earlier," Xu Zimo said with a smile.

Wu Zhaodi's expression remained unchanged, but she still gave Xu Zimo a deep look.

Not everyone can enter this drunk beauty, Shu Long took out a token from the inside of his sleeve.

Finally, the three of them entered the garden.

As soon as you walk into the peony garden, you will be greeted by a fragrant fragrance.

Chapter 1279 Sword dance, a luxurious woman

The spring scenery in the garden can't be closed, this sentence is not derogatory at all.

As far as the eye can see, peonies of various colors are surrounded by each other, and a hundred flowers bloom together, occupying both sides of this drunken beauty garden.

Except for the avenue in the middle, there are only peonies here.

The countless peonies are dazzling.

And this peony garden is quite clean, only a few people are walking around in the garden.

"This drunk beauty has very strict requirements on visitors, ordinary people are not allowed in," Shu Long said with a smile.

"I also benefit from the fact that my father is the princess."

Under the leadership of Shulong, the two continued to move forward, and finally saw a building other than Peony.

There are rows of halls built on top of each other, and the halls are built with green bamboo and emerald bamboo.

There are rows of weapon racks at the entrance of the main hall, on which hundreds of swords of different grades are placed.

"Every sword here represents a sword dancer here. As long as you choose a sword, there will be a corresponding person," Shu Long said.

"Seeing that you are so familiar, do you come here often?" Wu Zhaodi said.

"Of course...," Shu Long replied subconsciously, but then realized something.

Quickly denied: "I don't come here often, I come here once or twice with friends occasionally."

"What's the use of choosing a sword, even people can't see it," Wu Zhaodi complained.

"It's called looking at the sword and looking at the person. Every sword here has a different sword intent, sword force, and style," Shu Long said with a smile.

"That's what makes it interesting."

Xu Zimo took a few steps, his gaze passing over these swords one by one.

Some of the swords here are as cold as ice, piercing to the bone, some are as passionate as fire, and some are as shy as Bao Lei and as pure as water.

"Brother Shu often comes here, so you decide," Xu Zimo said.

Shu Long was not polite either, and lightly tapped three of the swords with his right hand.

The three swords suddenly turned into a stream of light, and all of them floated into the hall.

The door of the main hall on the far left also opened slowly, and the three of them walked in one by one.

As soon as he entered it, Xu Zimo realized that the area of ​​the hall was beyond his imagination, at least tens of thousands of square decimeters.

The main hall was divided into dozens of rooms. When walking through the aisle, Xu Zimo found that many rooms were already occupied.

The three came to the room on the left.

The room is very simple, there are only three futons and a wooden table, and there are three cups of tea that seem to be just brewed on the table.

A white cloth was hung directly opposite.

The three of them just walked in, and before Xu Zimo could speak, they heard the sound of Xiao Zhan's piano.

Immediately after the back of the white cloth, three slim figures loomed.

The figure was like a sword, and the different sword intents began to sway with the dance steps, matched with the sound of the piano, making people intoxicated.

This sword dance is not an ordinary dance, it seems to be able to catch everyone's mind, and people's eyes cannot be separated from the figure on the back of the white cloth.

Xu Zimo actually had a feeling that the saber intent in his body was swimming along with the opponent's dancing posture.

Faster and faster, the sword dance is also faster and faster, the afterimage of the figure is scattered and turned into thousands.

Shu Long next to him gave a soft drink, and unexpectedly broke through at this time.

"The strange dancing posture," Xu Zimo praised.

A song fell, the sword dance stopped, and the figure behind the white cloth disappeared, making people linger and forget to return.

The three slender figures just now seemed to be constantly playing back in the memory.

"The power of this sword dance is not only good-looking, but it can also help those who watch it break through their cultivation," Shu Long said softly.

"However, I heard from my father that the sword dance is also an offensive move. When a dance is performed, ghosts and gods will tremble."

"The most difficult part of training is comprehension.

Feel yourself, feel the world," Xu Zimo said.

"This sword dance seems to have mastered the strengths of a hundred schools of thought, allowing everyone who watches the dance to gain something from it.

Not to mention other things, this one alone is already a must. "

"It's good that you are not disappointed," Shu Long said with a smile.

The door of the room opened by itself, and the three of them walked out. Wu Zhaodi asked curiously, "Why didn't they show up when they were performing?"

"It's meaningless to show up, the perception of practice must be pure," Xu Zimo explained.

The three of them had just walked in, and there was also a burst of laughter from the room next to them, and someone came out of it.

"Second Brother," the one who came out was a young man, who looked somewhat similar to Shu Long.

His eyes passed over Xu Zimo and Xu Zimo, and he asked, "Your friend? Why are you so unfamiliar? I've never seen it before."

"What kind of friends should I make? I still need to tell you," Shu Long replied lightly.