This master brother is not right

“Qingyun?”

Who entrusted Han Bing to deliver it?

Yin Ping’er confirmed that she didn’t know anyone in Qingyun.

——Don’t mention the innate sword body, please don’t mention it!

She does like painting, but she doesn’t know who from Qingyunmen will give her a painting.

She pulled the red thread and slowly unfolded the painting.

It was an extremely extraordinary “Ink Chrysanthemum Picture”.

Even with Yin Ping’er’s critical eye, he had to admit that this painting was of a good standard.

It is definitely a masterpiece in the world!

but……

It was the same as Han Bing’s reaction at the time.

Yin Ping’er’s pretty face gradually turned pale, and her pink face turned red.

All the admiration and joy just now turned into anger, and his expression was distorted as if he had eaten shit in chocolate.

“You fucking!!”

Exploded foul language!

She broke the defense!

When she was challenged in the Great Hall of Bliss a month ago, even though she was full of grievances, she could calmly deal with it.

But now he was shattered by a painting.

“…You are crazy!!”

It’s not insanity, so how could I have the heart to draw a black stick with a strange shape and unknown meaning in a good ink chrysanthemum picture?

It’s not crazy, so why would you stuff a horn into an elegant art painting?

What is this painting?

Chrysanthemum stick?

Yin Ping’er was trembling with anger.

No one was more annoyed than she was when she saw this picture, because she guessed who painted it and gave it away.

“Qi Tian, ​​you are sick!!”

“Your whole family has brains, right?!”

“It wasn’t enough to humiliate me face-to-face that day, but it was also necessary to mess with my mentality…”

“Your mother is gone!”

She threw things frantically.

However, Yin Ping’er is a smart girl after all.

After she vented, she felt something was wrong.

With the indifferent and contemptuous attitude of the innate sword body towards him, he is afraid that he will treat himself as a joke after dinner, and he will never humiliate himself with such a troublesome and special painting!

this painting……

Yin Ping’er suppressed her anger.

She lay down on the table and carefully looked at the “Picture of Ink Chrysanthemum” and that extremely obtrusive Mr. Horn.

The ink chrysanthemum part is impeccable, needless to say.

Her thoughts were concentrated on the stick.

There seems to be a great sense of separation from the whole painting of ink chrysanthemums. The lines of the stick are crooked and extremely difficult to see. It doesn’t look like it was drawn by a master of painting at all.

right!

Fragmentation!

Then carefully scan with divine sense.

Yin Ping’er’s eyes widened.

——Sword rhyme!

She felt the unrestrained sword rhyme on it!

The sword rhyme that is so proud that it will split the world is hidden in Mr. Jiao. The pride and arrogance are indescribable, so there is a huge sense of separation!

What is my status, Mr. Jiao?

Are your chrysanthemums worthy of being listed with me?

Although it was a bit vulgar and disgusting… but Yin Ping’er could only use this kind of words to describe it.

Mr. A Proud Horn…

Although it’s a bit grassy, ​​it’s the truth.

“There are quite a few monsters, let’s take another look.”

After a few more glances, she understood what the painting was about.

It was a sword.

A sword with an innate sword body.

Mr. Jiao, who is not pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at it, is as proud and domineering as a magic sword.

And the sword is used to kill people!

Yin Ping’er rubbed her forehead.

Although there was not a single word on it, she probably understood the mind of Xiantian Sword Body.

There is admiration and fear.

There are also unwillingness and annoyance.

Have you calculated the situation and thoughts of the old lady?

As expected, it is destined to become the innate sword body of a true king!

With such vision and courage, Yin Ping’er really loves and hates her, and a trace of love pressed deep in her heart is about to move.

That is love born of hatred.

“Forget it, your wish has been fulfilled.”

Yin Ping’er finished the painting.

Holding the scroll, her fingers trembled slightly, and she was silent for a long time without speaking.

…

Another month later.

Someone came to visit Diewu Courtyard.

It was a greasy-faced man.

The man walked into the small courtyard cautiously, and after sweeping his gaze, he landed on Yin Ping’er’s charming face.

He is the confidant of Elder Wei Bingwei.

Although Wei Bing himself was not good enough, his father Wei Qubing was the only surviving Supreme Elder in the Hehuan Sect.

Therefore, even though Wei Bing is only a Nascent Soul, he has real power in the sect.

And as Wei Bing’s confidant, this man is naturally very powerful.

So after he came in, he wasn’t too scared. After all, although Yin Ping’er is the direct heir of the suzerain and the most outstanding disciple of the younger generation, too many people have impeached her recently.

Everyone in Hehuanzong knows about it.

Because of her performance in Hongyang City, Yin Ping’er has been suspended from all duties and tasks, which is equivalent to being placed under house arrest to reflect on herself.

Therefore, the man’s gaze was inevitably presumptuous.

He greedily coveted that delicate face that could seduce any man, marveling at her beauty…  

The reason is that it is Elder Sister Hehuan.

In addition to the genius’s practice speed, the most important reason is that Yin Ping’er is really beautiful.

It’s really tempting.

The girl casually closed a scroll, revealingWith a smile: “I don’t know if Uncle Wei sent you here, what orders do you have?”

Her every frown and smile are so beautiful and moving.

The man didn’t dare to look any further, for fear of getting lost in her charm.

“The elder asked me to tell Senior Sister, if you are willing to give him the red pill, he will wholeheartedly help you keep your position as Senior Sister.”

The man bowed down respectfully: “The elder likes Elder Sister very much. If Elder Sister thinks this matter is feasible, you can go to Elder Wei to discuss it at any time.”

Yin Ping’er was silent for a moment.

She said calmly, “I’ll think about it.”

…

After a while, Diewu Courtyard became quiet again.

Yin Ping’er unfolded the black chrysanthemum picture again.

She brushed the sword rhyme on it with her fingers, although she could still feel the sharpness with her fingers.

But I will never be stabbed again.

After comprehending the sword rhyme in the painting for a month, she has gradually realized her own “sword”!

The Battle of Hongyang two months ago.

She has seen Liang Tianxiang’s lingering way of blooming flowers.

She had seen the two slaps that humiliated Liang Tianxiang to the extreme.

She has also seen the Grand Sword!

Although there was only the Haoran Sword that had gained momentum, the terrifying edge was firmly imprinted in her heart.

After two months of digestion.

Coupled with the tempering of this “Ink Chrysanthemum Picture”.

Yin Ping’er felt that it was almost done.

That night.

She went to Elder Wei’s residence.

Wei Bing was overjoyed. He had long coveted this beautiful woman.

Just after he closed the courtyard door excitedly, a cold light fell into his eyes!

The most resolute secret of the Hehuan Sect.

“- Cut off the water!”

Half Moon Sword Light!

Cut off the flow of water!

The silver ring in Yin Ping’er’s sleeve flashed suddenly, this knife can even cut off the flow of Hongchuan, let alone cut off a person’s head.

“How is this possible?”

The headless corpse fell to its knees on the ground.

He rested his hands on the ground, and spurted blood from his neck.

But he wasn’t completely dead yet. Instead, he broke open his purple mansion in fear—the Nascent Soul, which could have saved his life, was beheaded at some point!

Both body and spirit are destroyed!

Yin Ping’er didn’t stop after beheading this person.

She kicked Wei Bing’s head away, and walked towards the elders’ house expressionlessly.

At this moment, she has broken through Nascent Soul!

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