Reincarnation of the Empress: My Brother Has the Appearance of a Great Emperor chapter 308

Reincarnation of the Empress: My Brother Has the Appearance of a Great Emperor
Page 308
“Have.”
“If that’s the case, then it’s one of a kind.” Su Yun shook his head and walked out, “It’s not the Tao that’s bad, it’s the human heart.”
Lin Tianchen and the others looked at each other in dismay, and seemed to realize something in their hearts.
“Nephew!” Seeing Su Yun slowly walking away, Lin Tianchen hurriedly shouted, “Nephew wants to participate in this battle?”
“No, I’ll go back to the mountain to accompany my junior sister.”
Everyone: “…”
Chen Daoran said: “Junior-nephew Su Yun is indifferent by nature, I’m afraid he won’t like to get involved in this kind of thing. Sect Master, I think it’s better to ask the ancestors to preside over them.”
“Alright.”
…
Qingxuan Peak, in the courtyard.
Leng Yiyi was flipping through a book in her hand.
A look of helplessness appeared in his eyes.
In the past few days, she almost lost her sword, and she followed Su Yun to play in the mountains and water every day, or came back to read a book.
Moreover, these books are not the essence of kendo, but a book of Taoism.
This made Leng Yiyi very helpless.
The cultivator does not practice cultivation, but reads books. Does brother still want me to take the exam?
Just as he was thinking, a figure came along the road down the mountain.
“Brother.”
Leng Yiyi immediately put down the book.
“When will my brother teach me kendo?”
“No hurry.” Su Yun smiled and said, “Come on, polish the ink for me.”
“Screw ink?”
Leng Yiyi was puzzled.
When he saw Su Yun walk aside, there was an extra piece of rice paper on the flat long table.
Leng Yiyi was taken aback: “Brother, do you want to paint?”
“Ah.”
“Um… would you?”
Leng Yiyi was quite suspicious.
In my impression, what Su Yun did most was chopping wood, boiling water, cooking, fishing and the like.
Said to be a monk, in fact, more like a mountain villager.
But now that the style of painting has changed, senior brother is going 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 senior brother have practice?”
“Cough, cough, cough!”
Seeing Su Yun’s appearance, Leng Yiyi understood in his heart.
Sure enough, I didn’t cultivate, it’s not a loss, it’s my senior brother.
“For this kind of practice, it’s good to follow the fate, just follow the fate.” Su Yun said, “Come on, let’s see the craftsmanship of the senior brother.”
Leng Yiyi walked over to grind ink for Su Yun.
She was born in a family of merchants, and she has been nurtured by piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child, so she knows a thing or two about these.
The moment Su Yun picked up the pen, his temperament changed.
Leng Yiyi’s eyelids jumped, and the next moment, the brush dipped in ink and landed on the rice paper.
Between the nib of the pen, there is a mysterious and bitter rhythm entwined.
Following Su Yun’s strokes, Dao Yun rose up and wrapped around Su Yun’s body.
Leng Yiyi can see God.
In a short time, a painting was completed.
It was not until Su Yun put down the pen that she suddenly woke up, and when she saw the painting clearly, she was even more shocked.
“How?” Su Yun smiled.
“Senior brother, this…” Leng Yiyi blinked, “Is it me?”
“Of course it’s you.”
In the picture scroll, it is Leng Yiyi standing with a sword.