Reincarnation of the Female Emperor: My Brother Has the Appearance of a Great Emperor

Leng Yiyi flipped through a book in his hand.

A look of helplessness appeared in his eyes.

Over the past few days, she almost lost her sword, and followed Su Yun every day to travel around the mountains and water, or just come back to read a book.

Moreover, these books are not about kendo, but a book of Taoism.

This makes Leng Yiyi very helpless.

The monk does not practice, but reads books. Do you still want me to get fame?

Just thinking about it, a figure walked along the road down the mountain.

"Brother."

Leng Yiyi immediately put down the book.

"When did brother teach me kendo?"

"No hurry." Su Yun said with a smile: "Come on, polish the ink for me."

"Grinding ink?"

Leng Yi is puzzled.

Seeing Su Yun walking aside, there was an extra piece of rice paper on the flat long table.

Leng Yiyi was taken aback for a moment: "Brother, you want to paint?"

"Um."

"Um... would you?"

Leng Yiyi was quite suspicious.

In his impression, Su Yun did things like chopping wood, boiling water for cooking, and fishing.

Said to be a monk, in fact, it is more like a mountain villager.

But now that the style of painting has changed, brother actually wants to paint?

"Nonsense." Su Yun rolled his eyes, "What do you think I have been doing all year?"

Leng Yiyi was silent for a moment, and asked, "Does that brother have practice?"

"Cough, cough!"

Seeing Su Yun's appearance, Leng Yiyi knew it in his heart.

Sure enough, I didn't practice, but it's brother.

"Practicing this kind of thing, just follow the fate, just follow the fate." Su Yun said haha, "Come and see the brother's craftsmanship."

Leng Yiyi walked over and polished the ink for Su Yun.

She was born in a merchant's family, and has been nurtured by piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child, and she knows a little about these things.

The moment Su Yun picked up the pen, the temperament on his body changed.

Leng Yiyi's eyelids jumped, and the next moment, the brush dipped in ink and landed on the rice paper.

As the tip of the pen moves, there is a vaguely mysterious and bitter Taoist rhyme.

Following Su Yun's strokes, Dao Yun rose up, entwining Su Yun's body.

Leng Yiyi could see God.

In a short time, a painting is completed.

It wasn't until Su Yun put down the pen that she suddenly woke up, and after seeing the painting clearly, she was even more shocked.

"How?" Su Yun smiled.

"Brother, this..." Leng Yiyi blinked, "Is it me?"

"Naturally it's you."

In the picture scroll, it is Leng Yiyi standing with a sword.

It was so vivid and charming that Leng Yiyi himself couldn't believe it.

She looked intently, and her mind seemed to melt into the picture in an instant.

And she also became the person in the painting and began to dance the sword.

The sword technique used over and over again was practiced thousands of times in ordinary times, but it was displayed at this moment, but there was an unclear artistic conception.

Immersed in it, the strength of the sword domain on Leng Yiyi's body is also rising rapidly.

She wanted to be immersed in this state all the time.

It was just that soon, she lost consciousness and returned to the original place.

"Brother, this painting is... so amazing."

Leng Yiyi's eyes were horrified.

"Look again."

Leng Yi was puzzled, and when he looked at the painting again, it seemed to have changed again.

Just now it was an elegant sword repair, independent of the world, but in a blink of an eye, the picture went dark, and there were bones everywhere, full of blood.

In this scene, she was holding a three-foot green mountain in her hand, cutting out those who had no other intentions!

Because of this battle, she has since gained the title of Blood Sword Repair.

And as the picture appeared, the breath of Leng Yiyi's body was replaced by a thick blood evil, which was very frightening.

This time, longer than before, even Yu Leng Yiyi wanted to go out and stop, but couldn't do it.

After a long time, Leng Yiyi finally recovered, his face was pale, and his forehead was covered with fine sweat.

She panted and stood there silently.

Su Yun looked at her and said softly: "You have too much killing intent in your heart, and the sword goes slanting forward and stubborn. If this happens for a long time, it is easy to lead yourself astray."

"Swordsman, there is a sword in your heart, Yiyi's sword in your heart is the sword of murder. There is nothing wrong with this. However, the sword is all-encompassing. If you only immerse yourself in murder, you will not be able to reach a higher level after all."