Chapter 230 Where is she/he? , Writing down the storm

The top of the sword tower.

On the top of the sword tower is still the strange scene formed around the strange rocks. At first glance, there is no change, but if you observe carefully, you can still notice some differences.

For example, there are a few more swimming fish in the clear spring, and the trees are more lush...

Li Mo had just finished copying the strange stones three times, and without exception he was a little behind.

So he stood on the top of the sword tower and looked into the sky.

"That's the sword pool over there..."

As soon as Li Mo saw the huge circular square, the image of Bingtuozi standing on the high platform, pointing with a ruler and a ruler, appeared in his mind.

Bingtuozi always has an aura of mastering the truth.

Classmate Xiao Li could even figure out where she was talking about.

What needs to be demonstrated? What do you think when you see a disciple with dull qualifications?

"Wait a minute, the scene from last night popped up."

"No, why does she keep showing up?"

Li Mo couldn't help but murmur in his heart that he should concentrate on copying the strange stones now...

"What are you looking at?"

The speaker was Wei Zhaoliu.

She was still wearing the glasses made of North Sea crystals, her face could not be seen clearly, and her hair was much shorter than before. Judging from her breath, she must have just gone to observe the strange rocks again.

"Look at Fairy Han."

Li Mo still looked at Jianchi and said.

"Huh? Can you see that?"

Wei Zhaoliu's eyes widened, thinking that this young man Li's eyesight was really terrifying, so he nodded and said:

"Oh, you are talking about Ying Bing. I went to listen to her sermons. She was so high up in the air. It's ridiculous that I wanted to compare with her before..."

Li Mo asked: "Why is your hair so short?"

"Just, every time I listen to her lectures, I feel that my swordsmanship has improved, and then I come back and try to erase the hammer marks."

"Then what?"

"I failed every time, so in order to remember the lesson, I cut off my finger to make a will."

"...It does seem to be getting stronger."

Li Mo suddenly felt guilty in his heart.

But Bingtuozi also got half of the guilt. If it weren't for her, Wei Zhaoliu wouldn't feel that he was capable again.

It is better to finish copying the strange stones as soon as possible.

Then we won't see the day when Wei Zhaoliu becomes bald.

"Why does he always paint strange rocks?"

Wei Zhaoliu wondered, could this be a new way of practice?

Make a god-viewing picture?

Some seniors from Sword City had thought about this idea before, but later they always put it aside. The reason is that the strange stone itself seems not to be used for inspection, but the sword marks on it can be used.

But there are not many people who are qualified to bear the divine will of that sword mark...

Li Mo sat down in front of the strange stone, minding his own business.

He took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. The ink was grinded out by Bingtuozi while he was drinking tea in the morning.

There were originally a lot of Qingmai Jade Notes in stock, but now there are only five left.

Classmate Xiao Li cheered up. Jiancheng allowed him to learn about the strange stones, but he could not take them away.

Before leaving Yunzhou, you must draw it...

"This stone should not be just a stone."

Classmate Xiao Li murmured to himself.

.....

Sword pool.

In the past, when strong swordsmen came to Yunzhou to preach, there was no intermission. Since Ying Bing came, this rule has changed.

What she said was very simple, but it took time to understand and ponder.

Otherwise, others may not be able to understand you while you are talking.

Rest for half an hour at a time, whether it is long or short.

Ying Bing held Tian Shuang in his arms and stood on the high platform of Jianchi. He simply brewed a pot of tea and closed his eyes to rest.

When people are quiet, they think more.

So I closed my eyes, and my thoughts drifted back to last night, the moonlight was hazy, the candlelight was floating in the box... That touch was lingering, and I wanted to forget it, but it became more real.

Even the warmth of his palm seems to remain...

Some of the smarter disciples below had lights of wisdom flashing in their eyes.

"Did Fairy Ying realize something again?"

"Hiss...she mastered the unique swordsmanship in the blink of an eye! It's very possible!"

"I wonder what kind of profound swordsmanship she is thinking about..."

The disciples looked at each other, but did not dare to speak too loudly.

For fear of disturbing Ying Bing’s ‘enlightenment’.

Ying Bing: "..."

No, I can’t think about it anymore.

She took out the tea set and planned to make tea to divert her attention, but her eyes suddenly paused.

Is this her tea table?

The tea set on the table was given by Li Mo not long ago. It looked simple but was actually very expensive in texture. Unfortunately, there was only one cup.

He drank from the only tea cup this morning.

He gave the tea leaves casually, he knocked the tea table with a hammer, and he made the snacks for drinking tea.

besides......

Gululu.... The tea water was poured on the big-headed doll next to it.

Um....

Anyway, this Sumeru object is very strong, so it became her tea pet.

Even the tea pet is a Q version of Li Mo’s big-headed doll!

"When... did he leave his shadow everywhere around her?"

"It's really..."

Ying Bing pursed her lips and gently poked the big-headed doll on the forehead with a finger.

Then his eyes moved slightly, and he picked up another tea leaf and stuck it on the Q version of Li Mo's philtrum.

Last time I posted a note among others, he seemed very unconvinced....

"Miss Ying..."

"Miss Ying?"

The person in her ear called twice, and she just turned around.

"It's almost sermon time."

The person who came to remind her was Elder Zeng. He looked at the doll, suddenly raised his eyebrows and leaned back slightly.

"good...."

Ying Bing stood up and put away the tea set.

Why have I never felt that my rest time was so short before?…

"What were you looking at just now?"

"look....."

Ying Bing screwed the big-headed doll's head back on, lowered his eyes and thought about it.

"Wang Wife Douluo?"

"??"

.........

“Painting alone is not enough.”

"You have to experience it personally..."

After drawing another piece of green veined jade paper, Li Mo stood up.

Approaching the strange stone, he slowly stretched out his palm and touched it.

Strange to say.

The moment it came into contact with the strange stone, the seven mysterious pills in his body began to flicker faintly.

They circulated according to the daily rules, and they were running faster and faster. They even started to tremble slightly, and the movement became louder and louder.

boom--

Li Mo felt something inexplicably.

This inexplicable connection is not because of the Xuandan itself, but because they are all stars within the seeds of their own world.

Likes attract, they seem to see the same.

"call....."

Li Mo suddenly found that he seemed to be able to understand the true mystery of the strange stone through its surface.

This was something he had never seen before when he studied martial arts.

"What's up with him?"

But not far away.

In Wei Zhaoliu's eyes, Li Mo was just in a daze.

There was no special movement, but what surprised her was that this strange stone was not easy to touch. If you were not qualified enough, you would be overwhelmed by the endless mysteries in it in an instant...

next moment.

The green-veined jade note suddenly levitated.

Li Mo picked up the pen in his hand and splashed the ink with great speed. This time he was no longer cautious, but his freehand brushwork was indescribably free and unrestrained.