188, the master can't be in vain

"Is it your sword that destroyed the Yang family's Tibetan Pavilion before?" Yu Youmin asked in a low voice.

"Master, you haven't listened to it all the time, have you?"

"Let's talk about it."

"The point is that you don't listen hard and hear it correctly. Is this strange? My sword has a double sword spirit, which is more powerful than the purple electric nine-curve gun. Even if the sword spirit is damaged, isn't it normal for the ice soul sword to destroy the Yang family's Tibetan Pavilion? Why do you look like a ghost!" Han Jing was annoyed and turned the spray road with her mouth.

Yu Youmin was even more shocked: "Or two sword spirits?"

"Nonsense!" She rolled her eyes and asked, "You haven't heard of the double sword spirit, have you?"

"No." Yu Youmin said frankly and explained: "Double sword spirits only appeared in ancient times, and they are rare. You'd better not tell anyone about this.

"Well, the waste master also said so, I know."

"It's rare that he is willing to tell me such an important thing."

"Well, the master and apprentice like father and son turned out to be a lie." Han Jing sighed inappropriately, which made Yu Youmin feel embarrassed. She smiled thievely and said, "So, the waste master can never believe it. I will also guard against him in the future, otherwise I may be counting money for him if I am sold by him."

This childish words amused Yu Youmin again: "Your master is a little fox. If he wants to lie to you, it will be difficult for you to guard against it."

"How is that possible! His waste material still wants to lie to me. Let's do his Qingqiu dream. Han Jing shouted an uneasiness, but she didn't expect that one day in the future, she would regret it because she didn't take her master's words seriously today.

"Well, go back and tell your master that I will help suppress this matter and let him communicate with the gun spirit at ease."

"Oh, he has communicated with the gun spirit, and the stupid gun spirit was deceived by him."

"How do you know?"

"The sword spirit told me. Binger is very good with his gun.

"What kind of freaks are you!" Yu Youmin was frustrated and felt that his self-confidence was about to collapse for the first time. A personal disciple is so excellent that he is deeply stressed. Now this apprentice brings him not only pressure, but also completely destroys his will to survive.

With a mischievous blink, she smiled coldly and said, "I'm not a freak, just a blow to the existence of genius!" Master, you should be surprised.

"The master was going crazy when he was hit by you. He was shocked, but he couldn't feel that joy." Yu Youmin was also rarely bored and made a joke: "Woman, you can't stay at home. He had to come to our Xuanqi Temple and hit our old guys up and down so hard that they wanted to hit the wall to death.

"I don't want to come out either." Han Jing's face collapsed, and her mouth was so pouted that she could hang the oil bottle.

"Master is joking. Don't be sad, girl. Think of your master's family as your own home in the future." Yu Youmin patted Han Jing's head with a smile. His body is very tall, close to two meters, and Han Jing, who is getting taller and plump, is extremely petite in front of him. The action of patting her on the head is very natural, as if there is often such a move. God knows that he has never been so kind in front of his younger generation.

"Thank you, Master." Han Jing reluctantly smiled and was not very interested.

Yu Youmin's interest is surprisingly high: "Let's go and have a cup of tea with the master and talk about how your sword spirit is damaged. Let's see if there is any way to help the sword spirit repair it."

"Oh, okay." She was naturally happy to help Jianling repair Han Jing, and immediately agreed.

After dispersing the boundary, Yu Youmin took Han Jing into the study.

It is said that it is a study, and there is also a universe inside. The appearance is inconspicuous. After entering, I found that it was so big that it scared me to death. Rows of bookshelves are connected from the ground to the roof. There are wired books, including cloth, sheepskin, and jade pupils. Anyway, there are all kinds of materials, which are dazzling.

There is a landing desk and rocking chair by the window of the study. The four treasures of the study room are complete, and an unfinished calligraphy and painting are placed on it. Han Jing ran over and saw that the painting was a palace woman shining in the water. There was a dragonfly standing on the projection of her water. The painter skillfully expressed the details of the dragonfly's thin wings with the ripples on the water surface, which made the whole painting alive.

"Who painted this? Dragonflies are alive!"

"The master drew it, it's not bad."

"Oh, it's okay. I don't know much about painting." Han Jing said casually.

The maid who brought in the tea almost hit the tea plate. She peeked at Han Jing and then peeked at Yu Youmin, who was smiling proudly, doubting whether she was hallucinating.

When did the master laugh?

The more surprised she was, the more nervous the maid became. She came to the desk and knocked down the pen holder with a tea tray. She was eager to reach out to hold the pen holder, but the teacup in the tea tray was crooked and the tea splashed on the unfinished painting.

The maid was so scared that she couldn't even beg for mercy.

"Puff" smiled, and Han Jing gloated and said, "Master, you are sad that a proud work you finally drew has been destroyed."

Yu Youmin, who was originally annoyed to appear in his eyes, was happy to hear the words and said quite conceitedly, "The master's talent is not as good as you, but you can't catch up with painting. This painting is just so-so. Let's see the master draw one carefully for you.

"Blow up!" Curling her lips, Han Jing patted the maid who was still in a daze and kindly reminded her: "This sister, clean up this place and change a pot of tea."

The maid woke up like a dream and quickly cleaned up.

Yu Youmin was happy again: "Woman, you are not as old as others, just call her sister."

"I want to be a sister, and I'm also a girl older than me." Han Jing said it quite unreasonally.

"hehe." Yu Youmin smiled. Today, he laughs more than in the past ten years, and he is in a better mood than ever. This girl is really happy!

Han Jing casually turned over on Youmin's desk, just like she used to flip through the desks of her father and brothers. She pulled out a picture folded into squares without asking Yu Youmin if she could read it. She opened it herself and exclaimed, "I've been here!"

Yu Youmin took a look and smiled, "It's very dangerous there. You're really bold."

"It was the waste master who took us there." Han Jing explained.

In the painting, when Yang Feng took him to search for treasure in the sunset mountains, he often saw a deep ditch of hundreds of meters. There were dozens of feet of ancient trees in the ditch, and the forest open space was covered with thick rotten leaves.

Now, Han Jing's blood is still boiling when she only looks at the painting.

Those ditches are man-made. It was originally an ancient battlefield and the place where the mysterious god was born. The road to the peak of Xuanshen began from there, and the witch's death knell also sounded at that time.

Before the establishment of Gu Xuandao, in the heyday of the witch clan, the humble angry sky and the witch boss formed an enmity to kill their father and mother. After failing to assassinate his enemy, he fled into the sunset mountains.

In a cave in a sunset mountain range, Nu Tian found the remains of a mythical beast and found a beast elixir. After swallowing the beast elixir, Nutian did not create a mysterious skill because he ate the mythical elixir.

Xuangong was a great success. He returned to the holy land of the witches, killed a river of blood and corpses and successfully escaped. On his way to escape, although it was dangerous, it quickly and greatly improved his strength.

The ancient mysterious Tao existed not only by the witches, but also the physical cultivation. At that time, the physical cultivation suppressed by the witches indirectly helped the witches.

In the two attacks, the strong man of the witch clan quickly withered, and the overall strength of the witch clan declined rapidly. In the later stage, it was completely at the absolute disadvantage of being slaughtered until it was completely destroyed.

Han Jing has been influenced by the ancient Xuan family since she was a child and has great respect for Xuanshen. At this time, when I saw Yu Youmin's painting, I recognized it at a glance that it was the place where Xuanshen flew furiously.

"The ice sword was also found in the sunset mountains. Master, you can also look for it next time. Maybe there are more. Childish advice.

Yu Youmin couldn't help feeling a burst of warmth and said with a smile, "Okay, the master will go and have a look when he is free. However, the master may not be as lucky as you.

"That's true. In the secret place that the waste master entered with me, the ice soul sword was not a bird. If it hadn't been for me, he would have been frozen there and would have died." Thinking of Yang Feng's miserable appearance at that time, Han Jing laughed loudly.

"Oh? Didn't you pass down this sword from your Han family? Yu Youmin was surprised.

"As the master of the Xuanqi Temple, you won't say that you don't understand the situation of the Han family." Han Jing was unhappy to ask.

"The master said something wrong."

"Well, accept the apology, but I need to compensate for my mental loss, just help me draw a picture."

"Draw you, this girl?" Yu Youmin smiled and did not refuse.

Tears suddenly appeared in her beautiful eyes, and Han Jing sobbed, "Pain my mother. I haven't seen my mother for a long time. I'm afraid I will forget my mother, and I can't remember it in the future."

This is still a complete child! Yu Youmin sighed and said gently, "Master, I haven't seen your mother. I'm afraid it doesn't look like the painting."

"My mother looks very similar to me, but there is a tear mole in the corner of her eyes." Han Jing pointed to the corner of her left eye, pinched her fingertips and said seriously, "It's so big."

"The master tried to draw. If it doesn't look like you, don't cry."

"It doesn't matter if this one doesn't look like it, the next one will be like that."

Who is Yu Youmin? He is the master of the Xuanqi Temple. He has to deal with all the big things. How many important officials of the Xuanqi Temple want to see him? It's not easy to draw a picture for Han Jing. She is actually going to let him draw a second picture.

"You are the founder of Lai Shang." Yu Youmin laughed.

"The master is so useless. Is he ready to be perfunctory for the painting?" Han Jing answered righteously. It is estimated that only her apprentices have such an excellent answer in the world.

"Well, the master will draw seriously until your girl is satisfied." Yu Yumin had no choice but to accept his fate. Who let him meet this kind of best grandson?