The spring rain has stopped, and after a night, many green buds and red flowers have grown.

Ning Xiaoran intimately told the disciples not to disturb Xia Yuan, and then suddenly heard Zhu Zhenyue calling her.

"Old Zhu, what's wrong?"

She followed the sound and walked into the cultivation loft. When she raised her eyes, she saw the broken wooden head and hand.

She smiled and said, "It seems that Yuan'er is really angry. She vents all the qigong practitioners, but it's not the child's fault."

Zhu Zhenyue shook his head: "Madam, it's not that, come to see this painting."

Ning Xiaoran: "I have been watching it for half a lifetime. I have seen it. I have realized everything I should understand. I have no hope. Lao Zhu... We are like this, Tianfeng First Class has come to an end."

"Not that long-winded, come and see!"

Ning Xiaoran felt that his husband was a little strange, so she walked to him and looked up at the ink painting.

At first I saw nothing.

But suddenly, her expression changed.

White clouds ink picture, sword heart is pure.

And this picture...is different from before!

Ning Xiaoran subconsciously frowned: "Old Zhu...what is going on? Someone has changed our picture? Isn't this Yuan'er's prank and self-righteous way to destroy this picture? This child is too willful? This is doing too much!!!"

Her voice was filled with anger. Even if she treated Xia Yuan as her biological child, she felt that the child had done too much.

Wuxin Jiandao has been passed down for hundreds of years, and generations of people have guarded it well. Now Yuan'er has tampered with it on this painting. How can she not be angry?

But Zhu Zhenyue's attitude was very strange, and he coughed twice.

Ning Xiaoran then turned her head to look at her husband.

The elegant Qingshan Palace Master was flashing in his eyes at this time. He looked at the picture with his eyes tightly, his eyes changed from dull to excitement, and then ecstatic.

"Madam, you're thinking too simple."

Ning Xiaoran: "Hmm?"

Zhu Zhenyue said in an incredible tone: "Maybe...the grade of Wuxin Jiandao has been improved..."

"Quality improvement? Lao Zhu... are you crazy?"

Zhu Zhenyue smiled, his eyes full of excitement, "Madam, please help me guard it. No matter what happens, don't disturb me. I'll see what's going on in this picture."

Ning Xiaoran saw his excitement and was a little worried, "Old Zhu, don't force it. This picture is strange, don't practice it tough, otherwise you will be subject to the inner demon. Otherwise, I will pull Yuan'er up and ask?"

Zhu Zhenyue shook his head and said decisively: "Don't call Yuan'er, this is not something that Yuan'er can change. I suspect... It was your ancestor who secretly took action. It must be that Yuan'er went to tell her during the day, so she would come to help secretly and give Yuan'er an idea to watch the picture and comprehend it.

Of course, she came to change it quietly, otherwise, with Yuan'er's temper, if he knew about it, he would have told us early.

Since the ancestor didn't want Yuan'er to know, there was no need for us to do anything, otherwise if we messed with her, it would be a good thing that turned into a scandal.

If it is really improved, we can say that the general principles of the sword heart are not seen by other disciples outside Yuan'er. At that time, this is the ultimate secret of Wuxin's sword path and can also be covered up."

The mature and persistent palace master became more and more eager to try, and his eyes were already sucked into this ink picture.

In his eyes, White Dragon King, a great master like the country, has many methods and rich backgrounds. As long as you spend some money, you should be able to improve your skills?

As for how to change it, he didn't know that the Grand Master was extremely mysterious in his eyes and could do anything.

It really brings Yuan'er's blessing.

Ning Xiaoran thought for a while: "It's probably true, but Lao Zhu, why do you think my ancestors are so good to Yuan'er?"

Zhu Zhenyue suddenly said: "Is your ancestor's former lover very similar to Yuan'er?"

Ning Xiaoran spat: "How can I, a junior, know?"

"When my wife was young, didn't she be like Lingyun, and she was very gossipy? She didn't know at all?"

Ning Xiaoran said: "I know where the saint of the ancestor was. He should be a lover who has never been married for life, and I don't know anything else..."

Zhu Zhenyue: "Then I can't figure it out. Could it be that my ancestors and Yuan'er are more than 80 years apart, and they still have real feelings? Can this be talked about?"

He thought that Xia Yuan had been in Longwang Temple for a day yesterday!

What can I talk about for a day?

This relationship is very abnormal.

Zhu Zhenyue said: "You ancestor is really good to Yuan'er... And if you talk about it carefully, Yuan'er is not losing. When Yuan'er is gray-haired, your ancestor will still look like a girl."

Ning Xiaoran asked quietly: "What should you do with your daughter?"

Zhu Zhenyueqi said: "What's wrong with Guan Lingyun??"

Ning Xiaoran laughed and walked to the side to pull up the curtains to let more golden sky light fall in. He turned around and left, then turned his head and put his hips on his hips in front of the door, reminding him: "Old Zhu, don't be young anymore, be at ease, don't fight hard."

Zhu Zhenyue: "Don't worry."

Bang...

The door is closed.

Ning Xiaoran breathed, closed his hands and prayed silently, and then walked towards the stone steps outside the door.

The room behind her was quiet.

Zhu Zhenyue looked calm, the gods had no thoughts, and his pupils were flooded by the sea of ​​clouds...

...

...

twilight.

No mind to the Academy.

Zhu Zhenyue pushed open the door of the attic, stroked his long beard, and his face was flushed.

"It's so amazing. It's really the hand of ghosts and gods that can sublimate the idea of ​​this general outline and seamlessly connect... I am truly a great master of the country."

Ning Xiaoran looked at his husband's complacent ambition and had an answer in his heart, "It really happened?"

Zhu Zhenyue nodded, and he took a step forward with a display of his sexuality.

The blood force flows, secretly adapts to visualization, and then combines with a divine vein condensed...

The shadow of four wheels of clouds suddenly appeared behind him.

Every round of phantoms seems to have substance, and the hazy mist of the clouds exceeds the original "virtual wheel" category, and it scatters outward, looking very gorgeous.

Zhu Zhenyue took another step forward, suddenly leaned slightly, grabbed the long sword with his hand, unsheathed it with a clang, pointed the sword forward, and slashed out a cold light like a splash of snow.

The light flies far away.

Others also flew away.

When this sword is used, the swords of others are united.

Ning Xiaoran's eyes widened, and she seemed to see a real immortal wielding his sword, which was originally just a fictitious figure... It was not so clear at all.

Ning Xiaoran couldn't help but exclaimed: "Old Zhu, why are you so fast? And your strength is much stronger than before."

"I have entrusted Yuan'er's blessing, which is also the fixed pattern produced after the sublimation of the martial arts."

The so-called fixed style is actually a move that is completely different from the world of mortal world.

The moves of the mortal world are actually angle, speed, and trajectory, but the fixed patterns of the academy exercises are not learned, but are generated by some kind of visualization.

This mysterious "fixed pattern" cannot be learned through practice, but is obsessed with visualization and then self-satisfaction.

And this kind of fixed pattern is quite rare.

Ning Xiaoran couldn't help but say, "The ancestors are really capable. Since this is the case, I will quickly call Lingyun, Ao'er, Lao Qi, and other junior brothers to comprehend."

She was about to leave, but Zhu Zhenyue was directly held back.

"Old Zhu, what are you doing?"

"Madam, why are you doing so urgent?"

"Aren't I happy? In this way, the disciples can be excited. Today we competed with the Chiyan Academy, and they almost collapsed. Fortunately, Yuan'er came out to save the scene. He used the same cloud and mist shadow as you, which shocked Elder Fan of the Chiyan Academy."

Zhu Zhenyue Fuxu said: "Yuan'er probably got more."

Ning Xiaoran:???

Zhu Zhenyue said: "Just follow me to see you."

The two entered the attic.

Ning Xiaoran only took a look and probably understood.

The "taste" of the "sword heart is pure" Wuxin Jiandao visualization general diagram has become weak.

The realism of clouds and mist is much less layered.

Zhu Zhenyue said: "Madam, do you understand?"

Ning Xiaoran was silent.
To be continued...