Yun Rong's little hand shook, almost shaking the small book in her hand to the ground, and the tone of her voice also changed: "Erotic palace pictures?"
Balian looked like he was asking for advice humbly: "A erotic picture? What kind of picture is that?"
Fang Geyu glanced at him angrily, his face turned red and his eyes were full of shame, but he still managed to stay calm.
She raised her neck and said disdainfully: "It's the kind of picture you and Xiaojiujiu did that day that was drawn. Do you understand?"
A mushroom cloud suddenly exploded above Balian's head, and the hand that had just touched the notebook rubbed hard on the table, like a cat scratching the table.
He stammered: "What kind of painter is this... so boring?"
As he said that, he looked at the famous Fourth Sword, and suddenly felt that this person was very unruly.
Yun Rong clenched his fist and coughed lightly, his face was not red and his heart was not beating. Except for his hand shaking just now, there was nothing strange on his face.
The Fourth Sword seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He looked at Balian with a look that looked down on you, and joked: "I can't tell, you little corpse demon is quite good at playing. But, I really didn't know that Lord Xuan Shui actually He is proficient in all eighteen talents, but this book is really not a picture book."
She opened the pages of the book at random and gave the two of them a look.
In the book, not to mention the lingering and pathos figure, not even a small human head can be found.
The pages of the book are all filled with tiny characters, and when you turn the page, you can still faintly smell the fragrance of clear ink.
He came towards me with an air of elegance and refinement, which was definitely not as bad as what Fang Geyu said.
Fang Geyu exclaimed, feeling incredulous: "Is this really the work of Mr. Xuan Shui?"
Yun Rong pointed to the writing seal on the page of the book: "It must not be faked."
Fang Geyu flipped through two or three pages with a strange expression on his face, and his expression became extremely exciting.
This is actually——
A collection of touching and pathos stories about the love between men and women.
Although there were no indescribable and obscene plots as she imagined, they were all collections of short love stories.
Although it is not an erotic picture, it still slightly preserves her image as the Fourth Sword.
But this love story book... was actually read by Fourth Sword.
Moreover, he even dragged the junior to watch it together.
What's wrong with this?
Balian suddenly let out a sigh, and his eyes fell on the red rubbing. The color was light, but a few strokes outlined a vivid lotus.
Following his gaze, a faint smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Yun Rong's lips.
This little corpse demon really has a talent for swordsmanship.
Balian's eyes were focused, he took out a clean chopstick, held it lightly with three fingers, and waved it messily in mid-air.
The tips of the chopsticks made a whistling sound, and one chopstick danced without any structure, but there was some indescribable rhythm amidst the chaos.
As soon as the tip of the chopsticks came to a stop, there was only a puff sound, and several small sword lights flew out and were imprinted on the old window.
The old and yellowed wood was instantly penetrated into a small lotus mark, with bright yellow sword fire burning at the edge.
Yun Rong's eyes were extremely bright. Looking at Bai Lian's hand holding the chopsticks, she actually wanted to go up and touch him.
Fang Geyu was stunned, unable to react, but there was a sword secret hidden deep in this little love book.
Bailian put down his chopsticks and muttered: "It's not as powerful as the Lingxu Sword Technique."
Yun Rong didn't say a word, just holding her chin with one hand and looking at Balian with a smile. The light of the sword fire dancing above the window fell into her water-cut eyes with a deep glow.
Bai Lian reached out and took out the "Feng Ya Ji" from Fang Geyu, and began to read it carefully, analyzing it word by word.
The small library was silent for a moment, with only the faint sound of turning pages.
What was rare was that the girl who was usually the most venomous also became quiet. She sat down and looked at Balian quietly without disturbing her.
Bailian reads very slowly. He has to carefully interpret a page of a story several times before turning the page and continuing to read.
His fingers turned the page very steadily, and Yun Rong knew that his reading speed was not fast, but the moment he turned the page, it meant that he had absorbed all the content on that page.
The smile on his lips deepened.
She suddenly felt that if this son could teach him well, he would definitely have a place among the Thirteen Swords.
The heavy snow stopped, and a round moon shadow appeared in the sky.
In the Bashu noodle shop, there are sporadic customers during the day.
There are not many guests, and among the five, three must be inhuman.
There are quite a few homeless little guys in the border town.
After flipping through to the last page and interpreting everything, Bailian closed the book and returned it to Yun Rong.
He rubbed his eyebrows, his eyes showed a bit of exhaustion, but with a smile on his face, he said respectfully: "Xuanshui Lord, you are really amazing."
Yun Rong put the small book away and said, "How amazing is it?"
Bailian said: "The story is very interesting."
Yun Rong frowned: "That's it?"
"Then, the sword intention hidden in the story is also very powerful."
Obviously Yun Rong was not very satisfied with his statement: "Is it possible that you feel that such exquisite sword intent is not worth the story in the book?"
Balian smiled: "It can be seen that Mr. Xuanshui is more interested in the stories he writes than the sword intention. What is really exciting is the story.
And those few strokes of hidden secrets of the sword were the icing on the cake. It seems that when I started writing, my mood was affected by the stories in the book, and I was not very interested in it. "
Yun Rong couldn't agree: "There are three thousand worlds, and there is nothing but the world of mortals. There is only one sword. I wonder how these stories of small love between men and women can surpass the eternal sword."
Balian shook his head and said: "It's up to you who you are. Small self, big world. For Miss Yunrong, swordsmanship is your big world, but for a storyteller, the stories in the book are It's his world.
Miss Sijian can read the stories in the book and participate in the meaning of the sword, but Lord Xuan Shui writes the story of the world with the meaning of the sword.
Writers, swordsmen, three thousand worlds, the world of mortals, everywhere is a great road, everywhere is withered, the pen and knife can be immortal in the spring and autumn, the sword is sharp but there are bends, how can anyone say who is superior to the other? . "
He smiled slightly and said: "I have said it before, I have seen Miss Yun Rong's sword power. On that day, just the light breath in the sea was able to eliminate demons from thousands of miles away and cleanse the world. Although the sword intention in this book is Exquisite, but far less powerful than you, Miss Yun Rong."
Yun Rong did not continue to refute, but fell into some thought.
Balian said with some regret: "The book is good, and the sword is also good. It's a pity that the story has no ending. It's a pity."
Fang Geyu lay on the table, flicking the candle with a silver needle, and said, "I just remembered that before the animation pen, Mr. Xuan Shui did write some storybooks, and he was indeed quite popular with the world. Admired and loved.
But one day he suddenly changed his style and published thirteen erotic books in one night. As a result, the erotic pictures were more popular than the story books.
The price sold overnight was far higher than the sales volume of the storybook in three years. From then on, Mr. Xuanshui painted more paintings than he wrote, and his reputation for beauty was far greater than his talent. As time went by, people forgot about his origins. I can even write a storybook. "
