Originally, Han Sen thought that the Holy Son of the Nether Clan was naturally a Nether Clan, just a child at most. He had already had the consciousness to be a nanny, but when he followed the woman's gaze, what he saw was not A Nether Clan is not even a foreign spirit.
Following the woman's gaze, Han Sen saw a stone, about a foot high. Han Sen originally thought it was a rockery in the garden, used for decoration.
But following the woman's gaze, Han Sen saw a painting on the stone.
The painting shows a woman standing on a bridge holding an umbrella. Under the hazy mist and rain, only the back of the woman can be seen. Although her face cannot be seen, she has an indescribable elegance and refinement.
"You mean the woman in the painting is the Holy Son? Then where is she?" Han Sen couldn't believe his own thoughts and asked tentatively in a different way.
The woman seemed to have read through Han Sen's thoughts: "As you think, the person in the painting is the Holy Son, and she is right there."
"Does that mean that the painting is the Holy Son?" Han Sen couldn't believe it and scanned the entire stone and the portrait on it with his Dongxuan aura. He couldn't feel any life. It was simply a dead thing.
"That's right." The woman nodded seriously and said: "Now you can go back to the alliance to make some preparations, bring some classics back to read to her, and teach her some human thinking directions as much as possible. If you don't teach well, I will Just use it to cut off your head, and if you teach it well, it will be yours.”
The woman said, took out the crocodile scissors and waved them in front of Han Sen.
"But..." Han Sen wanted to say something more, but the woman had already turned away and disappeared into the garden in the blink of an eye.
"I wonder, are you crazy? Will she understand if I teach you a painting?" Han Sen yelled depressedly.
"Who says I can't understand?" Suddenly, a faint female voice came from the direction of the stone.
Han Sen was immediately startled. He stared at the stone with wide eyes. He glanced at it with Dongxuan aura and felt that it was still a dead object.
"Are you talking to me?" Han Sen approached the stone in disbelief and looked at the woman in green on the painting.
"Are there any other creatures here?" The voice came from the stone, but Han Sen didn't see any changes in the woman in green in the painting, she was still that dead thing.
Han Sen said a few more words, but the woman in green clothes in the painting became silent.
"Hey, are you still there?" Han Sen called a few more times, but the woman's voice was no longer heard.
"Strange, did I hallucinate just now?" Han Sen was confused and looked at the portrait on the stone with a complicated expression.
But Han Sen finally understood that the stone and the portrait were indeed not mortal objects, and it was not so difficult to understand that the woman asked him to teach the portrait.
He had no choice but to run away even if he wanted to. He had no choice but to return to the Alliance and find a few books to read to the portrait. However, except for the first two sentences, he never heard the woman in green clothes speak again.
The woman did not allow Han Sen to leave the garden. Apart from reading to the woman in green in the painting, Han Sen also practiced the Ice Muscle Jade Bone Technique and Dong Xuan Sutra to quickly re-condensate the crystal core and sky-shielding umbrella.
Han Sen didn't really take teaching the Tsing Yi woman in the painting seriously, and spent most of his time practicing or chatting and playing with Bao'er.
It's not that Han Sen doesn't want to teach, but he is reading here in front of a portrait. No one responds to him. He doesn't need to do this kind of thing at all. If the woman brings back a few books, any supernatural spirit can do it for Han Sen. Anything, and even better than him, at least they won't be as lazy as Han Sen.
Fortunately, no matter how lazy Han Sen was, he never saw the woman coming to him. It seemed as if he had forgotten about him. Han Sen stayed in the garden for more than half a month, and apart from the murals on the rocks, there was not even a living creature. I've seen him before, as if the whole world has forgotten him.
"I don't know what's going on with Ling Mei'er. I hope nothing happens to her. I hope she doesn't get deceived by Ling Shisan." Even if Han Sen wanted to help her, he no longer had the ability.
After practicing the Ice Muscle Jade Bone and Dongxuan Sutra, Han Sen really had nothing to do and couldn't escape anyway, so he took out the Tai'a Sword and gestured with the Six Paths of Heart Sword.
Heart Sword Way does not focus on moves. Even if you learn all the moves of the Six Paths, it is useless. In Heart Sword Way, what matters is the artistic conception. Personal thoughts are more important than the sword technique itself.
Han Sen liked this kind of swordsmanship very much, but it was not the same when he practiced it, and it never had very good results.
Han Sen thought about it and felt that the problem still lies with the Six Paths Sword. Liu Dao can use the Heart Sword. In addition to being a peerless genius, there is another important reason. His talent and genetic core. The attributes of the Six Paths Sword are related to the Heart Sword. The kendo matches, so it is possible to bring out the ultimate power of the kendo of the heart.
Han Sen doesn't have that kind of attribute and the Six Paths Sword Gene Core. It's far more difficult to practice the artistic conception of the Heart Sword Dao to that level than the Six Paths.
However, Han Sen has no intention of practicing Heart Sword Dao to the level of Six Paths. He just uses the method of Heart Sword Dao to make himself more aware of his beliefs. It is also a kind of self-reflection and understanding.
Although Heart Sword Dao was learned from the Six Paths, when Han Sen used it, it was completely different from the Six Paths, because they were originally two people with different personalities, and could even be said to be two opposite extreme personalities.
Liu Dao is the kind of person who is full of perfectionistic and romantic style. It seems that nothing in the world can leave a trace in his heart. Even the Great Emperor's genetic core, he destroyed it as soon as he said it, without taking it to heart at all.
But Han Sen is a person who has suffered a lot. He has been burdened with too much, so sometimes he is not so easy to let go, and he is not willing to let go.
The Way of the Heart Sword is the way of the mind. If the state of mind is different, when using the sword technique, the artistic conception is completely different. Even if the moves are the same, they seem to be two completely different sword techniques.
Liu Dao uses the Heart Path Sword, which makes people worship him like a god. I wish I could try the sword with myself, and even if I die by his sword, I will not complain.
But when the Xin Dao Sword was in Han Sen's hands, it was completely different. When others saw Han Sen's sword skills, not only did they not have the idea of devoting themselves to the sword, but they were inspired to fight.
This is beyond Han Sen's control, because this is his own belief. No matter what difficulties he faces, he will never give up, even if there is an unexpected opportunity, he will survive in death. His belief is transformed into the Heart Dao Sword, which naturally It became this style.
Unless Han Sen's own thoughts change, even if he changes all his moves, he won't be able to change this mood.
"This sword is very well practiced. What's its name?" Han Sen was practicing the sword when he suddenly heard a faint voice coming from the stone wall. It was the voice of the woman he had heard before.
Twelve Winged Dark Seraph says
Added update for "pw250".
I have written this chapter several times but am still not satisfied with it. I have only finished it now, which has kept everyone waiting.
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