Chapter 147 The painting depicts the fate of the master

In Lingzhou, south of Kyushu, on top of the misty Jianfeng Mountain.

The young master of Lingjian Mountain has been in seclusion for more than half a month, and it is said that he is trying to break through to the Yingtian realm.

If she succeeds, then she will not only be the fastest Yingtian realm master in the world, but may even become the fastest and youngest Wujiang realm master in the thousand-year history of the human race.

Twenty-two-year-old Wujiangjing would tell others about this incident, and no one would believe it, but it is happening.

At this time, Cui'er, Xing'er and Ding Yao had been guarding the door for more than half a month, and they looked bored and sleepy.

Master Jian is in seclusion this time and will not appear easily, but as maids, they still have to stay here.

Because there are often some news reports from the sect, they are needed to integrate and process them for the master of appraisal, and only when it is really necessary can they ask the master of appraisal to come out of seclusion.

"Senior Sister Ding Yao, when will the Master of the Imperial Censorship come out of seclusion?"

"Although Master Jian has an extraordinary talent, it will not be too fast for her to enter the Yingtian Upper Realm. It may take at least half a year or as long as a year. However...she may come out of retreat temporarily today."

Cui Er and Xing Er looked at each other and asked, "Why would you come out of seclusion before breaking through?"

Ding Yao was silent for a while before speaking: "Wanqiu came back yesterday and brought some good things in. The owner of the inspection should not be able to help herself..."

"Oh, those papers that were delivered this morning, right? But if they are good stuff, why does Senior Sister Ding Yao look so worried?"

"Because... because that thing makes me confused..."

Zhuo Wanqiu came back at noon, and hurriedly brought the manuscript and picture album to Yunding Tianque.

Ding Yao took over and delivered the things, and she also looked through them several times.

So she wasn't exaggerating, but after seeing it with her own eyes, she felt that it was really disturbing...

This is only because Cui'er and Xing'er haven't seen it, otherwise anyone who saw it would be confused.

While several people were talking, there was a noise suddenly coming from the hall.

The two maids were startled when they heard the voice, and then they looked inside calmly through the gauze curtain in front of the window.

Yan Shuyi was wearing a red long skirt at this time. She came out of the quiet room used for practicing in the palace, barefoot with a pair of snow-white jade feet.

She had been in seclusion for a long time and had not washed, so her hair was a little messy. She yawned as she jogged along, and then she picked up the manuscripts and paintings on the table with great precision. Her cold and arrogant eyes suddenly became lively.

"... He raised his sword to the sky, slashed it in a circle around the sky, and heard cries of surprise from all directions..."

"After three consecutive punches, everyone thought he was injured, but he relied on his tenacious willpower to hold on..."

"The Chuhe thief brought down his sword with tremendous force, and the energy penetrated his body. I could hear a crackling sound... his clothes fell off... his chest was broad and well-proportioned..."

The manuscript and paintings sent by Zhuo Wanqiu are designed to complement each other, with both pictures and texts.

Some plots are extremely time-consuming and will naturally be accompanied by an exquisite and realistic painting.

At this time, Yan Shuyi was seeing that "after three consecutive punches, everyone thought he was injured", and a hint of coldness could not help but appear in his eyes, but soon he saw that "there was a crackling sound...and the clothes fell off...", and he could not help but frown.

Her right hand flipping through the manuscript was a beat slower than her left hand, so she had read the description but had not seen the picture yet.

But despite this, she also figured out some things.

So she turned to the next page of the painting with a serious expression, narrowing her eyes slightly, trying to confirm her imagination.

The painting is viewed from the lower right side, and shows the man's side profile. His upper body appears extremely strong, his chest is exposed, his head is held high, and he is naked.

Yan Shuyi held his breath and couldn't help but move closer...

【I want to see it alive】

Cui'er and Xing'er were outside with their eyes open, and they saw the beautiful face in the hall gradually turning pink, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

"Why is your face so red?"

Cui Er was very curious about the papers: "What's on the picture?"

Ding Yao opened her mouth slightly and said, "The painting depicts the fate of the master."

"?"

Looking at the confused looks of the two maids, Ding Yao did not explain and continued to stare at the room carefully.

Judging from the number of photos that have been viewed so far, she knew that the appraiser had already seen the ones with "bare breasts and head held high". She then saw her eyes full of joy and her round, pink toes began to curl up slightly, like blooming petals that had gathered together into buds again.

It's really a disaster...

Ding Yao sighed in her heart, watching her appraiser flipping through the books again and again, then paying special attention to the ones that showed bare breasts, carefully observing them and admiring them over and over again.

An hour later, the snow-white jade feet suddenly walked from the bed to the carpet and quickly walked towards the door.

So Ding Yao quickly straightened up, turned her back to the door, and pretended that nothing was wrong.

Yan Shu also opened the door and said proudly: "Ding Yao, I want to send you to do something."

"I am here, Master Jian, please give me your instructions."

"Go to Jianlin and call Gongshuchou to me."

"?"

After noon, Ding Yao found Gongshu Chou at Wangjiantai, where the crowds of people were the most concentrated on Lingjian Mountain, and took him to Yunding Tianque on Xuanjian Peak.

At this time, Gongshu Chou looked solemn and his brows were furrowed.

He knew that some part-time jobs would eventually be exposed even if one did them with a mask on and tried to remain calm.

But what he didn't expect was that this matter actually alarmed the master of the inspection, and even made her come out of seclusion to inquire about it.

You must know that in recent years, sect affairs, public opinion within the sect, etc. have all been handled by the head sect master Yan Zhong. Master Jian is devoted to practicing Taoism and generally does not personally inquire about matters other than urgent and important matters.

In recent years, the only thing she had personally cared about was the matter of the ruins.

Gongshu Chou frowned for a long time, and he couldn't confirm that the seriousness of this matter could be comparable to the ruins? So he followed Ding Yao to the Yunding Tianque with inner uneasiness.

Yan Shuyi had already changed into the immortal robe of Jianzhu and wore a glazed immortal crown on her head. She looked very majestic, just like a fairy descending to the earth. Gongshu Chou bowed to the ground, not daring to look at her directly.

Just at this moment of heavy atmosphere, he noticed that the maid of the master of the imperial palace was walking towards him.

Then he stretched out his hand and handed me a few pieces of paper covered with densely written words.

Gongshu Chou took it and took a look, and found that the paper actually recorded Ji You's participation in the Tianshu Academy's outer courtyard autumn competition, and the complete record of beheading Chu He, the second son of the thousand-year-old Chu family! However, after it wrote "clothes exploded", there seemed to be a few pages of detailed description missing, as if they were taken out separately.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Master Jian...?"

"Take it."

"?"

Gongshu Chou was still confused when he was asked to leave. He held the manuscript in silence for a long time, not knowing what was going on.

But he is in his forties after all, and his mind has matured a lot, so it's not that he really doesn't understand everything.

So he looked through the drawings again and vaguely grasped some clues.

Yes!

Although the words written on these pieces of paper are about "Ji Youtian Academy Autumn Fight Sword Killing Chu He", but after careful consideration, there are two words hidden that are not easy to detect - Zongwei! Because the sword that Ji You defeated the second son of the Chu family is the sword of their Lingjian Mountain, this story shows the Zongwei of their Lingjian Mountain!

Gongshu Chou gazed at the snow-capped mountains and suddenly understood the deeper meaning of the Lord Jian's order.

Therefore, in the afternoon, the news about "Ji Youtian's defeat of Chu He in the autumn competition of the academy with the swordsmanship of Lingjian Mountain" quickly caused a whirlwind among the disciples of Lingjian Mountain.

No one knew where this wind came from, but it was blowing so fast and hard that it caused a lot of discussion.

In fact, the Tianshuyuan Autumn Contest had spread among the disciples of the seven major immortal sects because a large number of disciples from other sects were invited to watch.

But there is no doubt that the Spirit Sword Mountain version is the most detailed and realistic.

Especially the descriptions of some details, which make people feel like they are there.

When it was said that "Ji You's seven swords came out together, which was the Taoist sword of Lingjian Mountain [Xiao Chongshan]", all the disciples of Lingjian Mountain felt a tingling sensation on their scalps.

Then, he used the sharpness of his sword to break the law with force, which made countless disciples unable to escape.

For some reason, when they heard that Ji You defeated Chu He with the swordsmanship of Lingjian Mountain and entered the inner courtyard, even though they all knew that this was an internal struggle of Tianshu Academy, they still felt a sense of identity with this Tianshu Academy disciple named Ji You.

It was as if although he was a disciple of Tianshu Academy, in the eyes of everyone, he was already like their fellow brother from Lingjian Mountain who was stranded outside.

Even after this story spread east and west, some female disciples of Lingjian Mountain began to call Ji You "senior brother" involuntarily.

"My Spirit Sword Mountain swordsmanship is so powerful? It can actually break through the foundation of that thousand-year-old family?!"

"It's really worthy of the sword art of Lingjian Mountain..."

"This story is so detailed, where did you hear it from?"

"On the way to Jianlin just now, I met a senior brother wearing a bamboo hat, and I learned this story from him."

"It seems that such a detailed account cannot be false, because no matter how ingenious a story is, if it is made up, there will be loopholes, but this one obviously does not have any!"

"Senior Brother Ji, you are so strong..."

"He is indeed strong. I heard someone say before that ordinary people in the Rong Dao realm might not be able to catch his sword. I didn't believe it. It seems that I am indeed short-sighted."

"Brother Gongshu was able to fight back and forth with such a sword genius. He fought for several rounds and was not killed. He is worthy of being Brother Gongshu!"

On the Sword Watching Platform, countless people were discussing the topic. It had been two hours already, but the excitement had not subsided.

Just as everyone was constantly citing evidence to prove how powerful Ji You was, a man in a coarse black shirt was walking down the mountain path below the sword forest.

"It's Senior Brother Gongshu!"

"You are indeed worthy of being Brother Gongshu..."

At this time, Gongshu Chou looked over with an indifferent expression, frowned slightly for a while, listened to the discussions of the crowd in silence, and finally left.

Be unmoved by praise or criticism, watch the flowers in the yard bloom and wither, be indifferent to coming or going, watch the clouds roll and unroll in the sky.

He seemed indifferent to everything in this world, with nothing in his mind except the eternal sword.

(It’s New Year’s Eve again, and I’ve lost a lot of hair. I’d like to wish you all a happy New Year, good luck, a happy family, and always be awesome!)

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