Rice paper is laid flat on the ground, slightly raised at the edges.

Holding the ink bottle in the left hand and the long sword in the right hand.

The sword dances gracefully, with black and white lights emerging, just like a two-color butterfly dancing lightly in the wind.

Every time the tip of the sword vaguely touches the rice paper, it seems that it has not been touched.

More and more lines appear in the eyes.

Everyone's eyes changed, and their contempt gradually faded away.

The sword dyes the ink, and the rice paper is not broken!

This sword technique is a miracle!

How did he do it?

If you look closely, the lines are like chisels and carved, and the flowing water has a linear beauty. At the same time, there is an indescribable sharp aura that reaches your eyes. If you look at it for a few more seconds, your eyes will sting slightly.

Sword intent, sword light, sword energy?

Such a method is unheard of.

Everyone kept guessing.

The Blue Sword Man pursued the sword art during his lifetime, and entered a unique space for enlightenment after his death. His martial arts transformed into the extraordinary stage.

Until Liao Xiaoyi was enlightened.

The Canglan Sword Technique can enable Liao Xiaoyi to develop a very high tacit understanding with the sword, and can also give him the ability that is almost "sword intent".

However, this was ultimately the ability given to him by Qi Ling, and he was not a pure sword cultivator, so Liao Xiaoyi never called himself a sword cultivator.

After more than ten years of Qi Ling, what he learned by himself cannot be described as "sword art" alone.

So Liao Xiaoyi embarked on the same path as the Canglan Sword Master: Looking for Swords.

Walking through the great Xuanhe Mountains and realize the opportunity between heaven and earth.

The ages are different, and with the help of the Blue Sword, he believes that he can do it.

To this day, others are in their early thirties and are still working hard for this goal, but their passion is so cold that most of them are cold.

The sword is extremely compatible with people, but it is still a little worse. Behind the next step, there seems to be a vast world, or abyss.

Liao Xiaoyi is indeed talented and reaches the age of the Blue Sword at the age of 60 at the age of thirty.

No one can make sure that he stopped moving forward and made a successful breakthrough.

Liao Xiaoyi's face was cold, and only the rice paper in front of him was left in his eyes.

The mind fits the long sword and maintains the right amount of proportion.

With more and more lines, Liao Xiaoyi's expression became more and more serious.

Under his control, the ink seemed to have life, and it was vividly drawn on paper and outlined.

"It seems like... a swordsman in the painting?"

The corner of the clothes floats, and the long sword is held in the right hand. The figure in the painting has only one back, black and white, with light and dark contrasting properly, forming a very deep sense of space.

"What a swordsman!"

Everyone exclaimed.

As the painting becomes more complete, an indescribable sharp momentum hits the face.

Swordsman, a lonely swordsman.

He held a long sword in his hand and traveled around the world, alone, and the sword was his companion.

Just looking at this back, people will automatically make up a long story.

The last drop of ink was thrown out and the picture was painted.

The aura of aloofness and loneliness came to my face, and some customers with poor tolerance turned pale and took a few steps back.

"Ordinary rice paper, ordinary long sword, ordinary ink."

Liao Xiaoyi said calmly.

"Owner, this person has something to do. Are you sure?" Wang Ran asked in a low voice, turned his head and saw Zhou Chen with a serious expression.

Use swords to paint, the finished product has the spiritual will of the swordsman, and the rice paper must be kept unbreakable...

Difficult, too difficult!

If you take a step back, even if you can "draw" your own ideas, you still have to have some painting skills, right?

If someone draws swordsmen, you can go up and draw mushrooms, and it will be embarrassing to throw them away.

It was precisely because of practicing sword that Wang Ran saw how difficult Liao Xiaoyi's move was.

The first time I saw Master Zhou show this expression, he probably felt it was difficult...

"Owner, this rule is not good for us, please change the method." Wang Ran reminded, "They are prepared and cannot fall into the trap."

"Not good to us?" Zhou Chen was stunned, "No, on the contrary, this is the real show of skills and showing off his sword cultivation. Why didn't I expect it before?"

"ah?"

"You won't see it, right?" Zhou Chen asked in a slight slight question.

What did I see?

Wang Ran was stunned.

"By the way... rice paper is spread on the ground, and the ink will dye the floor black. After that, you mop the floor." Zhou Chen made the decision.

The owner, the point now is not whether it is good or not.

Wang Ran was amused and crying.

"This is my work: the swordsman."

After everyone was enjoying it for a while, Liao Xiaoyi waved his arm again, and with the last bit of ink at the tip of the sword, he left the word "swordsman".

"Owner Zhou, what do you think?"

"Do you want to listen to the truth?"

"Hmm?" Liao Xiaoyi frowned slightly, "It's okay to speak by the owner Zhou."

"Forget it, let's not talk about it, let's try it next."

"please."

Liao Xiaoyi nodded.

"Here's here, the rice paper is here, please let me know."

At this time, Chu Yao and Chen Meng approached with each other one behind, holding the rolled rice paper.

The diameter is as big as the mouth of the bowl, and depending on the width, it is five or six meters long.

Such a large rice paper?

"Just leave it to me."

If you buy such a large piece of rice paper, do you want to draw the Qingming Festival map?

Everyone's expressions gradually became strange.

"Come on, move these tables, right, put them there."

When he arrived at the middle wall, Zhou Chen directed the students to lift the table and chairs, weighed the rice paper, and then looked at the wall.

He wants to... paint on the wall?

The next moment, Zhou Chen took action.

He bounced his fingers, spread the rice paper, and threw it into the air with force.

Whoosh swish swish swish!

A few chopsticks flew out in response, like tofu, inserted into the four corners of rice paper, and nailed into the wall.

The scroll is five or six meters high and seven or eight meters long. Zhou Chen touches his chin.

There are walls on both sides and rice paper in the middle...

It would be better to draw a long horizontal board picture similar to the "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".

The sword hall gradually became quiet, and everyone looked at Zhou Chen who was thinking.

"I have an idea."

More than ten seconds later, he raised the corner of his mouth, waved his right arm, and a sound of his sleeve robe, "Brush."

The iron sword was already in his hand, and Chu Yao hesitated for a moment and replaced it with a brush.

From the perspective of difficulty, painting a brush is obviously much simpler than a sword blade.

It's okay, just be simple.
To be continued...