Chapter six hundred and eighty seventh folding fan goddess
"Um?"
Shen Lanzhou narrowed his eyes, as if he didn't expect that this ordinary-looking swordsman would dare to talk back. After all, judging from Shen Lanzhou's investigation, this swordsman was only a three-level swordsman at most. For a seven-level swordsman like Shen Lanzhou, It is simply not worth mentioning in front of the great monk of Jingdong Void Realm. When he said this, Shen Lanzhou immediately glanced at Yu Qingqiu with his peripheral vision, but found that Yu Qingqiu was looking at him with interest. Obviously, Yu Qingqiu was still happy to see him teach this ignorant young swordsman in front of him a lesson.
"Just say you are a rough man, so what?"
Shen Lanzhou raised his eyebrows slightly, moved his thumb forward, and immediately the scabbard of the sword had been unsheathed, and said with a smile: "Don't you accept it?"
"snort!"
Lin Zhao smiled: "Shen Lanzhou, the young master of Qixing Valley, right?"
"Exactly."
Shen Lanzhou frowned: "Now that you know who I am, how dare you be so offensive? Do you want to embarrass yourself?"
"That's not the case."
Lin Zhao smiled. The next moment, a silver ray of light rushed out of Yunjian Lake. The tip of the flying sword Mingyue was already between Shen Lanzhou's eyebrows. It buzzed and trembled. All it took was a thought from Lin Zhao. This great monk of the Cave Void Realm is probably going to die in the meantime. The sword cultivator asked the sword, it's just a matter of a moment.
"you……"
Shen Lanzhou was trembling all over in an instant, and the premonition of imminent death made him sweat all over. He, Shen Lanzhou, was also a sword cultivator, and he knew best how a sword cultivator could kill people. The opponent's flying sword was really It was so powerful that he broke through his protective sword without a sound. If the other party really had murderous intentions, he might have been a corpse. At this time, Shen Lanzhou was even secretly thankful in his heart, thanks to his identity. As the saying goes, the reason why the other party didn't dare to kill him was probably because he was afraid that the Seven Star Valley behind him would retaliate.
"You have the guts."
Shen Lanzhou glanced at Yu Qingqiu out of the corner of his eye. It was naturally quite embarrassing to be pointed at such a flying sword in front of the person he liked. More importantly, the indifference in Yu Qingqiu's eyes at this time truly stung. Shen Lanzhou could only pretend to be calm and said calmly: "You dare to kill me? If you dare to kill me, just do it."
Lin Zhao frowned, really annoyed by this kind of battle in front of him, don't these people who travel in the world have no brains, and seek death if they disagree? Damn it, no wonder there are fewer and fewer people in the world.
"This young hero."
On the contrary, Yu Qingqiu gently clasped his fists and said: "Young lady Yu Yaozong, Yu Qingqiu, haven't you asked the young hero yet?"
"Swordsman, Lin Zhao."
"Young Master Lin."
A beautiful and refreshing smile appeared on the corner of Yu Qingqiu's mouth, and he said: "Master Shen is just saying something out of anger. There is no need to distinguish between life and death, and killing people on Lingze Mountain is not good after all."
"Um."
Lin Zhao walked down the steps, raised his hand to put away the flying sword, and continued to tour Lingze Mountain while holding an umbrella and riding a donkey.
"Young hero."
Yu Qingqiu turned around and chased after him, also holding an oil-paper umbrella. He quickly caught up with Lin Zhao and said with a smile: "Is this your first time coming to Lingze Mountain, young hero?"
"yes."
"In that case, why not travel together?"
Yu Qingqiu looked at Lin Zhao with a pair of beautiful eyes, with a charming charm, and said with a smile: "Qingqiu has visited this hundred-beautiful mural on Lingze Mountain several times. This is the first time for the young hero to observe it. There are many Where I don’t understand, Qingqiu is willing to be the young hero’s guide.”
Lin Zhao squinted his eyes and looked down at the mountain fairy who looked at him with a pair of big eyes. She was beautiful, but she was too purposeful, so Lin Zhao didn't like this kind of person. After all, he showed his flying sword. Before the bright moon, Yu Qingqiu looked at him with empty eyes. In other words, in Yu Qingqiu's eyes, a swordsman like Lin Zhao was worthless. Only his own realm and cultivation were what Yu Qingqiu valued. The so-called The fairy on the mountain, the saintess of the Jade Shake Sect, is just looking for a Taoist monk on the mountain with a higher realm and more lethality, hoping to follow a real master and ascend to heaven together.
"Qingqiu!"
Shen Lanzhou had an angry look on his face, but in the end he had the courage to follow him. He had no choice but to be like that dog-skin plaster, but Yu Qingqiu was so beautiful, and that peerless appearance was entirely on Shen Lanzhou's face. His heart has risen, and Yu Qingqiu is the future of Yuyao Sect, and there is a high probability that he will take over the position of leader of Yuyao Sect in the future. If he can become a Taoist companion with her, his position as the young master of Qixing Valley will be more stable. , he will be able to firmly inherit the position of Valley Master in the future.
Shen Lanzhou flew forward, stopped on the roadside, raised his fists at Lin Zhao, and said bravely: "Young Master Lin, what happened just now... is that Lan Zhou has a blind eye and cannot see Mount Tai. I hope that the young master will not care about it."
Lin Zhao smiled: "Master Shen, don't you think I'm a rough guy?"
"I'm just rude..."
"snort!"
Lin Zhao still rode the donkey and held an umbrella, and said: "I went to Lingze Mountain just to see the beautiful pictures. You two can follow me if you want, whether you go together or something else, anyway, I If you meet two people by chance, you can't be considered friends."
This is a strong statement, but it is reasonable.
Yu Qingqiu Lidou smiled slightly and said: "Of course, just travel together."
…
Soon after, I walked down the mountain road and came to the mouth of a valley. After a previous heavy rain, a stream was formed in the mouth of the valley, and the water in the mountain was flowing down.
At this time, there were only a few tourists in Lingze Mountain, and there were only Lin Zhao and three other people nearby. When Lin Zhao led the donkey into the valley entrance, he saw a huge mural appearing on the mountain wall in front of him. It was the legend. One of the 100 beautiful murals in the painting, in the mural is a woman holding a jade Ruyi in her hands, her expression is lifelike, and the whole person seems to be alive.
"She is the goddess of wishful thinking."
Yu Qingqiu stood side by side with Lin Zhao and said with a smile: "The first of the hundred beautiful murals of the Goddess. It is said that the jade Ruyi in her hand is an immortal magic weapon, which can gather luck and change the fate of destiny, making people truly heartbroken." All your wishes come true.”
"..."
Lin Zhao looked at this mural in trance, and at a certain moment he even felt that the Ruyi goddess smiled at him. Is there really a soul in this mural?
Shen Lanzhou looked at Lin Zhao's appearance and said with a smile: "Young hero, you don't have to be so fascinated. The Ruyi Goddess is just the last painting among the 100 most beautiful pictures. The works of the Painting Sage, the murals at the back are more and more beautiful." Outstanding."
"Um."
Lin Zhao nodded. At this moment, there was a man with disheveled hair not far away. He set up a drawing board among the rocks and was splashing ink against the murals on the stone wall. He looked crazy, drawing and sometimes shouting. Laughing, sometimes crying, as if he was possessed by a demon, Lin Zhao rushed over and was shocked when he looked at the painting board of the man. The woman on the painting board was almost exactly the same as the Ruyi Goddess in the mural. The painter was truly superb.
"It's a pity, it's a pity..."
The madman burst into tears and said: "It's still a little bit close, but it's still a little bit worse. Wu Yuanzi, who are you and why do you have such an incredible talent?!"
As he spoke, he randomly tore up the drawing paper on the drawing board, and then roared at Lin Zhao: "What are you looking at? Do you want to make fun of me, Qi Letian?!"
Lin Zhao hurriedly clasped his fists, his face full of apology.
Yu Qingqiu frowned and said, "Young Master Lin, there is no need to pay attention to him."
"Um."
Lin Zhao led the donkey and continued on the road, asking: "Who is he?"
"Qi Letian, the painting madman."
Shen Lanzhou sarcastically said: "He was originally a great painter, but unfortunately he became obsessed with painting hundreds of beautiful pictures in Lingze Mountain. His skills could never catch up with the painting saint Wu Yuanzi, but he has always aimed to catch up with Wu Yuanzi throughout his life, so He drove himself crazy. People on Lingze Mountain called him Qi Madman. When he was not painting, he was relatively normal. He could also set up a stall on the mountainside and sell paintings to earn a living. But once he started painting, he became crazy. He is possessed by a demon and is often beaten until he vomits blood in the mountains. He deserves it."
"not like this."
Lin Zhao frowned, turned to look at Qi Letian, stopped again, and gave him a Confucian salute. If you are not crazy, you will not be a god. Such people are worthy of respect. On the side, Yu Qingqiu frowned. I can't understand Lin Zhao more and more. He is a swordsman, he has a very high swordsmanship. The moment he launched his flying sword, his swordsmanship was like a golden elixir at least. This golden elixir swordsman in Baihua World There are only a handful of them, and besides, he is still so young. It is only a matter of time before he becomes famous. But at this time, he is practicing Confucian etiquette. Is this person a sword cultivator or a Confucian? Perhaps, he is a Confucian sword cultivator, which makes it even more important. It's rare.
…
Go into the mountains.
The murals carved on the rock wall appeared in front of you. The murals were full of light, and the goddesses were lifelike, as if they really had life. The passers-by on the road were mesmerized, and everyone was praising the painting saint. Wu Yuanzi's painting is truly a skillful one. Even Shen Lanzhou, who has seen it many times, is fascinated by it. As for Lin Zhao, who entered the mountain for the first time, it seems to have opened his eyes even more. Although Qingyan said However, we should be wary of Wu Yuanzi, but aside from his character, Wu Yuanzi's painting skills are indeed outstanding.
As a result, I looked at the paintings one by one until I entered the depths of the valley. A beautiful mural appeared in front of me. It was a goddess in a red dress, holding a folding fan in her hand, and leading a white horse. No matter in appearance or figure, Her temperament and temperament are both peerless. This is the most beautiful mural goddess Lin Zhao has ever seen since entering the mountain.
"Folding Fan Goddess, Liu Liying."
Yu Qingqiu pursed her red lips, and jealousy flashed across her eyes. In terms of appearance and figure, she boasted that she was already outstanding, but in front of this folding fan goddess, she seemed to be overshadowed.
"This is the last picture of a goddess, and it is also the most beautiful and highly praised one." Shen Lanzhou looked at Liu Liying's appearance in the mural and murmured: "Who could have imagined that people in this world could actually paint such a charming picture? paintings?”
"Isn't it Baimeitu?"
Lin Zhao frowned: "This is 99 pairs!"
"Young hero is so attentive."
Yu Qingqiu smiled and said: "The so-called hundred beautiful paintings is indeed an exaggeration. There are only ninety-nine murals of beauties in Lingze Mountain. Putting them all together sounds better. God knows when the painting sage will paint the hundredth mural again." Where’s the mural?”
"Um?"
Not far away, a group of young monks were looking up at the murals. Suddenly someone shouted: "Ah!? The folding fan goddess seemed to have moved just now, her eyes... were looking at me!"
"He's obviously looking at me!" someone else argued.
Lin Zhao also looked up, and sure enough, the entire mural of the folding fan goddess became radiant. The woman in the mural slowly swayed the folding fan, as if she was about to be banished to the mortal world.
"Hahahaha~~~~"
Someone shouted: "The folding fan goddess Liu Liying has finally manifested her magical power. Hurry up and spend your money. Whoever Liu Liying likes will be able to own the legendary folding fan goddess!"
