The Ultimate Sword Master

"May I ask the Taoist master?"

Yu Hongying asked in confusion: "What do you mean?"

The scholar was silent.

"Destiny, cause and effect, luck..."

After a moment, he sighed: "These are just the products of the Tao, but He is outside the Tao! No matter how strong the ants are, they can never understand what people think, and no matter how fierce the beasts are, they can hardly see through what people do!"

"Just like you."

As he said, he glanced at Yu Hongying and said in a low voice: "Everything I do, think and think are all controlled by my pen, but in your original cognition, you take it for granted. This is an insurmountable gap!"

Yu Hongying was silent.

As a character in the scholar's pen, she naturally understood that this gap could not be made up even if she was given more opportunities and fortunes!

"What a pity."

The scholar sighed softly and said regretfully: "We should have had a glimmer of hope, but now... it's gone."

Yu Hongying also sighed secretly.

She knew that the hope the scholar was talking about was Gu Han, who had completely disappeared!

"Forget it."

"Let's not talk about these disappointing things."

The scholar shook his head, too lazy to think about these bad things, and once again remembered the purpose of his coming here.

His eyes turned.

He looked into the big domain, narrowed his eyes, and said in a light voice: "Have you found out? Is it here?"

"...Yes."

Hearing this, Yu Hongying seemed to think of something, with spring in her eyes, misty, biting her teeth lightly, and said: "That's it, that person, took me... took me... Oh... I'm so embarrassed!"

A cry.

Eyebrows, eyes, body, shape, voice... all reveal a charming meaning that makes people lose their bones and souls.

But the scholar turned a blind eye.

"Got it."

He nodded slightly and said, "You go back first. My disciple is at the critical moment of breaking through the realm. You should take good care of him and don't neglect him."

"Yes."

Yu Hongying bowed softly and was about to leave. She seemed to think of something again. She suppressed her shyness and asked curiously, "Master, how are you going to deal with him?"

"Deal with him?"

The scholar smiled and said, "It depends on how many surprises he can bring me!"

...

In a quiet and elegant study room.

Master Li was bent over the desk, sometimes frowning, sometimes writing furiously, sometimes sighing softly, and sometimes sighing secretly.

Beside the desk.

A three-foot-long, fiery red real dragon was lying on the side, sighing, listless, and looking sick.

It was Yan Qi.

It has a simple and kind nature. Although it was born in a humble family, it was familiar with vernacular novels and was greatly influenced by them. It is well aware of the principle of repaying a drop of water with a spring of water. Since it was brought out of the barbarian tribe by Gu Han, it has regarded Gu Han as the first benefactor of its life.

That day.

It brought the demon tribe back to Xuantian Realm and learned about Gu Han. It was so sad that it cried for several months. After that, it has been like this. Except for occasionally recovering some energy when reading vernacular novels, it didn't even want to move at other times.

Li Xun had no choice.

He could only go to the mortal world in person and collect a large number of vernacular novels for it to read. Among them, there was a book called Chunshanbo, which was deeply loved and appreciated by it.

It's a pity...

For some reason, although the story of Chunshanbo is wonderful and makes people unable to stop reading, it only has half of it.

In order to cheer up the second brother.

Dean Li had to take charge of it himself and continue it.

"Don't worry, second brother."

Taking advantage of the time to stop writing, Li Xun glanced at Yan Qi and comforted him: "This one will be ready soon."

"Big brother..."

Yan Qi glanced at the desk and felt a little embarrassed: "You wrote it quite well, but... can you... not add so much stuff? I don't like this."

"Second brother, you are wrong."

Li Xun's face became serious and he said seriously: "You only see the appearance, but not the essence. Although this spring shirt involves many erotic things, it is not lewd, charming but not coquettish, gorgeous but not vulgar. It is indeed a first-class masterpiece in the world of storytelling. It's a pity that only half of it has been circulated in the world. It's really a big regret!"

His words.

Yan Qi didn't understand at all, but instinctively felt that his big brother was right.

I don't understand.

That's because his storytelling literacy is not high.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

A burst of applause suddenly came, and the man and the dragon were stunned. They looked over subconsciously, but saw that in front of the study room, a man in a Confucian robe appeared, staring at the manuscript on the desk with a strange look on his face.

"... Under the mist, a pool of spring water ripples..."

"... Yu Hongying was barefoot, half leaning in the petal bathing pool, with a slender neck, slender arms, and round shoulders. In the shimmering water, half of her plump and proud body was revealed, and two dots of red were looming, which were three times more beautiful than the petals..."

"... It was the middle of the night..."

"... The lights were dim, the green gauze was swaying, the jade was shining, and the water was endless. Yu Hongying saw that there was no one around , with a fiery heart and charming brows, she simply let go of her natural self, and a white arm quietly reached into the water..."

"... the moonlight was bright..."

"... a flawless body, like an ice sculpture, perfect, like a fish, swimming and rising and falling in the water... the beauty had a charming face, her eyes were full of spring, she was panting softly, and the water under the pool was also surging and surging..."

Here.

The manuscript stopped abruptly.

"What's next?"

The scholar frowned and asked subconsciously.

"It hasn't been written yet... huh?"

Li Xun was about to answer, but suddenly realized something was wrong. He stared at the scholar with a vigilant look and said, "Who are you?"

He's not stupid.

The person who can appear here quietly must have a much higher cultivation than him.

"Huh?"

Yan Qi, on the other hand, looked at the scholar and felt a sense of déjà vu.

"Have we met somewhere before?"

"You little dragon."

The scholar glanced at it and smiled lightly: "You are honest, stupid, and muddleheaded, which makes people envy you!"

For a moment.

Yan Qi didn't know whether the other party was praising him or scolding him.

The scholar didn't explain much.

Looking at Li Xun again, he praised softly: "What a lustful but not lewd person, what a charming but not coquettish person! You are a thousand times better than that old Taoist who only knows the surface and can only see dirty things!"

Paused.

He added: "You are also the person in this world who understands this thin spring shirt the most!"

Li Xun saw it.

The other party came here, it seems that there is no malice, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

"Not bad... not bad."

"Well written."

The scholar praised again: "It is three points more essential than the original book!"

"I am ashamed of myself for adding to the original."

Li Xun said modestly: "I don't deserve your praise."

"Why?"

The scholar raised his eyebrows and asked curiously: "Have you written a storybook before?"

"Li is not talented."

Li Xun said truthfully: "I boasted that I was full of knowledge, but I failed in the exams many times. I was discouraged for a while, and I was short of money and couldn't continue. So I wrote for others and wrote storybooks for a while..."

"Brother!"

Yan Qi said in surprise: "You have done this kind of thing? Why didn't you tell me?"

"It's not that I don't want to tell you."

Li Xun looked embarrassed and ashamed: "It's mainly because what you write is not very serious."

Yan Qi: "???"