In terms of calligraphy, calligraphy and painting, Nuo Lan does not have much research.

From his level, judge the quality of a calligraphy, at most to see if the handwriting is neat, whether the strokes are smooth.

The cursive script of the clouds and flowing water in front of me, but there is no ability to distinguish it at all.

Not to mention that it is not a poem, ink painting on the wall, but just a simple word of "heart".

But despite this, Nuo Lan still can still judge how extraordinary it is.

The perception of the perception after crossing, in addition to the material level, has an excellent effect on the spiritual level of things.

Just at a glance, he could feel that what was revealed from the ink, almost the sharp meaning of jumping above.

It seems that the word "heart" is not black ink, but countless fierce sharp blades.

It's like looking straight at the sun with the naked eye, and the intangible light of the dazzling removal of Nuo Lan's eyes narrowed his eyes.

"Let's get here today."

The old and thick voice sounded.

What I said was a dirty old man with two frosty white.

He was stunned, and his loose kendo clothes were covered on his body, like a huge blanket.

The old -fashioned dragon bell, loose and weak, as if it is possible to drive west at any time.

But the contradiction is,

Different from the years of the wind candle, the thin and thin body of the dying, but the face of the elderly looks extraordinarily young.

Even the wrinkles are just a few faint, a bit like a childish look.

The most notable is his cold and dark hanging eye.

It's like a black panther lying in the shade of the tree,

The eyes were scattered, but there was no turbidity unique to the elderly, dull.

Instead, there are some kind of unspeakable, and the sharp light is hidden in the depths of the pupils.

"Yes! Master."

In front of the old man, a handsome blonde man bent over and respects the Tao.

It is completely opposite to the simple and elegant decoration of the dojo,

Junlang man wore a set of dark purple high -grade suits. It was obviously expensive.

Although there is a handsome face that is enough to make the girl scream, there is a touch of kind smile that seems to never fall.

But Nuo Lan didn't like each other.

He has the ability to perceive the ability. When he sees this man, his brows frowned.

He could be extremely clear from the other party, and perceived a gloomy haze.

It's like those villain characters in the ghost novels,

Leather smiled, as if it was just a layer of human skin, making people can't help but stand upright.

Even those pirates on the pirate ship have never made him feel like this.

In retrospect, the closest breath was the lizard monster he met when he had just crossed to this world.

The handsome man's name for the old man made Nolan's heart.

"master?"

Combining the purpose of his own trip, he has already inferred that the old man in front of him was probably the founder of the legendary sword museum.

And those who can be called the "master" are naturally the same as the heroes around them. One of the other disciples of the other party.

I do n’t know if it happened. When Nuo Lan and Xiong Jie came in, the two happened to have just talked about something.

The handsome man was looking at the room with a small broken step.

"Master Clark, I haven't seen you for a long time." Xiongosuki waved his hand and greeted him.

"Brother is, staying in the headquarters all day, this wants to see you can't see it." Cerat reached out and hugged Haoxiong, and said fun.

"You come back this time ..." Xiong Jie glanced at the Taoist field, his expression was puzzled.

"Harm, there is no big deal, but this year's regular meeting of the Swordson Sage will be opened. When the master arrives, you are going to take me to the past, and now call me back to discuss the agenda."

While Clarpy spoken, Nuo Lan noticed that Hirosuke's eyes seemed to be dim.

"By the way, how about Xiaorou and the sister -in -law recently, is it okay?" It seemed that he didn't plan to discuss it in depth, Clark opened the topic.

"Okay, very good ..."

The two of them greeting eagerly for a while before they said the dialogue in Clar's speech.

Nova stood aside and waited quietly.

As a bystander, in the dialogue between the two sides, he found some interesting things.

Although it looks like a brothers connected by the hands and feet, the relationship between the two does not seem to be so good. At least not as kind as just shown.

It's just the surface pretending.

What is more interesting is,

Nuo Lan found that in the dialogue between Kosuke and Carat, the former as a brother was a bit restrained,

And it is obviously a younger brother, but the tone of Claid's speaking is obviously from the perspective of the superior.

He felt a little surprised in this.

It's just that the communication between the two does not involve themselves,

After the end, Hiroshi did not introduce the other party to him.

Nuo Lan deserves the curiosity in her heart, and there will be a chance to talk about it later.

"Go."

Xiongosuku's expression was solemn, and the whole collar was re -collar before walking into the dojo with Nuo Lan.

"We are here, master."

The two stopped in the middle of the dojo, and they looked about ten meters away from the abdomen.

"Huh?" The abdomen cut was doubtful, and Nuo Lan, who had eyes beside Xionglai, paused, and said clearly: "Oh, half a month of a month, right?"

Nuo Lan looked at Herosuke, lowered his head, and he could only see his feet and flooring in the field of vision.

Just feel a sharp eyes sweeping over on your body.

Not frightened,

Facing the sight, Nuo Lan raised his head.

The dry and thin old man sat on the market, his right hand supported on the mahogany short table beside him, and a strong exhaustion was revealed in his eyebrows.

In fact, there is far from the spiritual psychic when I see it at first glance, but it feels like a virtuous twilight shrouded in.

On the side, the tentacles can be at the same time, and there is a handy of about four feet long.

The scabbard is dark gray as a whole, there is no conspicuous decoration, which is very low -key.

There is no common ones on the knife handle, ropes used to increase friction,

It is a more delicate and flexible material.

The tiny and fine ink scales are arranged, which seems to have a complicated pattern hidden in it. Under the light of the lights, the colorful color appears.

It seems to be the epidermis of a certain animal.

It seems that there is a screaming spirit around the sword body, and the invisible gas that is not disperse is like the thick fog over the poisonous marsh.

Even if the sheath was not produced, Nuo Lan felt a spiritual smelling.

The cold and humidity makes people feel the dark forest in the body.
Chapter completed!