Nameless courtyard.

"Drink it." Luo Feiyu didn't even look at it, and sprinkled the tea in the cup directly.

"You kid, don't ruin this good tea." Jian Zu was not angry, but raised his sleeve and waved it, took the tea that was about to fall, and introduced it into the pot.

Luo Feiyu said angrily: "I'm so bitter, I won't drink it."

"Since ancient times, all sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names. This is the bold statement you made when I accepted you as a disciple. Indeed, how could a stinky brat like you calm down and taste the taste of tea?" Jianzu took a sip of tea, "It's still wine suitable for you."

"I miss my master's wife again." Luo Feiyu sat down beside him.

Jian Zu sighed, "It's more than that."

Luo Feiyu took out a small wine bottle from somewhere, and clinked it with his teacup, "Do it."

"Oh, I also bring my own wine." Jianzu sneered.

"I don't want to suffer on your tea." Luo Feiyu said indifferently.

Jianzu put down his teacup, "Wine is sweet and tea is bitter. Many travelers in the world like you all enjoy drinking, but this tea also has places that wine cannot reach."

Luo Feiyu yawned, "What's your opinion?"

"Wine can relieve sorrow and drown sorrow, but this tea can relieve all kinds of life. No matter how many emotions are plagued by the seven emotions and the six desires are dispelled, they can also be diluted and liberated in this kind of suffering."

Luo Feiyu glanced at him, "Including, the pain of lovesickness?"

"Maybe." The sword ancestor looked at the flying birds passing by in the sky.

Luo Feiyu smiled, "Look, even you, who have tasted all kinds of tea, can't give me a positive answer. In my opinion, some really sad things are worse than being able to truly let go after a glass of wine."

But the sword ancestor didn't respond to his words, "I hope you won't have this day."

"Unfortunate." Luo Feiyu cursed helplessly, raised his head and drank the wine, threw the wine glass, and changed the topic, "Why, I asked me to come here to teach me how to practice swords, and what to do with these sad things."

"Then, as you wish." Jianzu raised his hand and waved it, signaling Luo Feiyu to look at the scrolls.

These paintings are not ordinary ink paintings. At first glance, they look like tea stains generated by tea smoke on paper.

Jian Zu asked, "What tricks can you see?"

Luo Feiyu replied, "Master, you were very careless when you made tea."

"You boy." Jianzu smiled, "Although your meridians have been temporarily abandoned by your senior brother and the sword meridian technique is gone, you are not blind yet."

"Then let me listen to you." Luo Feiyu's eyes were filled with blood and he looked over.

It seemed as if the tea stains on this scroll had turned into one sword energy after another in his eyes, and each sword energy was different.

Then, these sword energy form a true picture.

Grain rain in the west window, flowers fall in clear tea.

"What is this?" Luo Feiyu then realized the unusualness of the scroll, but the sword energy on the scroll was real, making him dizzy.

Jianzu raised his hand and placed it on his shoulder, and Luo Feiyu's eyes immediately recovered, "Have you heard of it, Poetry Buddha?"

Luo Feiyu came back for a long time, "Of course. The Youhuang Sword Xiao you taught me back then was created by him."

"Everyone knows the immortals of poetry, but few people know the Buddha of poetry. He uses landscapes into paintings and paintings into poetry, so he can reach the realm of having poetry in poetry in paintings." Jianzu closed his eyes and praised: "It is really wonderful and his talent is fully displayed."

Luo Feiyu thought for a while, "But what does this have to do with me practicing swords?"

"He not only did he use paintings to write poems, but also did--" Jianzu suddenly opened his eyes.

"With painting into the sword."

He swung his hand and poured the tea in the cup onto the scroll without missing a drop.

In Luo Feiyu's view, this scroll has changed a lot.

It's no longer the tiredness I had before.

Instead, it becomes murderous intent!

Even if the snow in the Xihe River in his body was unable to suppress the coldness.

"The sword comes out into a painting?" Luo Feiyu was silent.

"Do you think paintings will be imprisoned by brush and ink?" Jianzu poured another cup of tea and completely sealed the power.

Luo Feiyu replied directly: "No."

"Why can't it be the other way around?" Jian Zu asked with a smile.

"Every time I write, it is like there are thousands of leaves in autumn. Sometimes there is spirit, sometimes there is randomness, and there will be no two strokes with the same shape and aggregate." Luo Feiyu withdrew his gaze and said in a deep voice: "It will be achieved only when it follows the momentum. Only when it is held on to the momentum can it be broken."

"Such as a casual heart, you have countless sword skills. In addition, the old guy Chen Kong once gave Buddha mantras on you, and accidentally had a Buddhist relationship. The sword that practiced poetry and Buddha was perfect for painting is perfect." The sword ancestor smiled and stood up, "This martial art based on sword skills will not require you to rely too much on sword energy."

Luo Feiyu saw that he was leaving, "Where are you going?"

"I will teach you some, and the rest depends on yourself." Jianzu walked out of the door.

"Are you going to play chess with him?" Luo Feiyu suddenly said.

The Sword Ancestor did not shy away, "Yes."

Luo Feiyu smiled and said, "You should know that this is wrong."

"So what."

"I just want to persuade you on behalf of my master's wife."

"So you and me are already in a different way."

Luo Feiyu wanted to say something else, but when he looked up, the old man was no longer in the yard.

"You forced me to make this choice." In the Heavenly Prison, there was black flame entanglement in Yu Wei's palm.

Yu Jing sighed: "The fate of a chess piece is controlled by the chess player to form a chess game. If the chess piece loses its original value, it will be ruthlessly abandoned. I don't want to see that the people around me will have such a day."

"Stop!" Yu Wei slapped him with a palm.

Yu Jing raised his hand to block it, and only heard a crisp "ding" sound.

"If I really have that day, it's thanks to you! If I do anything I don't want to meet your wishes, you will try your best to stop me. Let the tasks entrusted by my master fail again and again! Do you think you are right to do this?" Yu Wei's claws held and pinched the arm guard on Yu Jing's wrist to pieces.

Yu Jing murmured: "Right, right and wrong, be free in your heart."

"Then I will let you suffer the pain of dying your heart!" Yu Wei stroked his hand down and headed towards Yu Jing's chest. But Yu Jing used jade to form a heart protection mirror in advance and blocked the attack.

"Everything I did was just that I didn't want to make mistakes again and again, nor did I want you to step into a situation where I couldn't escape." Yu Jing grabbed Yu Wei's wrist and threw him away.

Yu Wei landed on the wall and smashed a big hole.

"It seems that you are indeed better than me. However, what is the pain of heart-eating on the human body?" Yu Wei fell from the wall to the ground, looking extremely embarrassed.

But the smile on the corner of his mouth was quite strange.
Chapter completed!