Chapter 106 Heng Chong, Master Cai, and Qingyi

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Zhang Yan is going to set out today, but after meeting Tsing Yi and Master Xiao Cai, he seems to have to delay because of the casting of swords.

Master Cai lives in the depths of a forest with fire-like leaves.

Danxia's soaked leaves are as big as lotus leaves, more red as the blood and tears of a cuckoo.

There is a poignant artistic conception.

Master Cai returned to a delicate small building where he lived and called Zhang Yan into a spacious and clean room.

In the corner of the room, there is an incense burner that curls up with silk sandalwood, a case with seal engraving, two green and simple bamboo chairs, and a string of wind chimes hanging on the door.

The breeze brushed the dyed red maple, slipped into the exquisite building, and sounded the pleasant wind bell, just like the sound of nature.

Obviously, Master Cai is a fat man who knows how to enjoy.

"Sit, you're welcome. I heard from Qingyi that you are going to the Fire Sword Cliff today, right?" Master Cai walked into the room and sat down in the bamboo chair. His round body made the bamboo chair creak.

Zhang Yan was worried about whether the bamboo chair could withstand such a big piece of fat**, but looking at the unyielding appearance of the bamboo chair, he obviously never bowed his head. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and nodded and said, "It's true." While talking, he sat down on another bamboo chair.

As soon as he sat down, he found that the bamboo chair was made of iron, stone and jade, and extremely hard. He couldn't help sighing. His worries were a little superfluous. This bamboo chair must also be a great thing.

"Yo, I'm going to the Fire Sword Cliff. What are you sighing about? Don't worry, casting a sword can't be completed in three or two. I will go to the Fire Sword Cliff with you, and then I can cast a sword for you. Master Cai took out a folding fan from his arms with a smile and gently shook it up, with a very enjoyable look.

Zhang Yan was stunned and said in surprise, "Are you going too?"

"Um," Master Cai narrowed his round eyes and hummed from his nose. He seemed to pretend to take a good rest.

Zhang Yan stopped talking and narrowed his eyes like Xiao Cai.

Listening to the rustling wind in the distance and the whispering of those leaves, my heart was indescribably calm and peaceful.

Oh, by the way, those naughty breezes are still brushing their cheeks, like a clever and sensible little girl.

The small building was quiet, fragrant and misty, and the wind bells sprinkled the sound of heaven and fell into the ears of the two people who were taking a nap together.

Master Cai's eyes suddenly opened and turned around Zhang Yan without a trace, and a trace of appreciation rose.

Then, he stood up silently, and his fat body was like a floating white cloud, which disappeared into the room with a gentle shake.

At the moment he disappeared, Zhang Yan also opened his eyes, and his eyes were quiet and deep, like a rippled sea.

It seems——

He is watching me...

Zhang Yan gently stretched out his ape arm in the bamboo chair, stretched his body, and stood up and looked out of the window. Then he saw Master Cai standing downstairs waving to him and said with a smile, "Let's go, let's go. I won't delay your time."

A thoughtful look flashed in Zhang Yan's eyes and walked out of the small building.

The two walked side by side in the dense forest path, with red leaves dyed with red dye on their heads and clean bluestone slabs under their feet.

Autumn is getting stronger and stronger.

It takes a lot of effort to cast a good sword. The material for casting the sword body and hilt is one, and polishing the ore of the blade and tip of the sword is also one. But these are not the key. The key is to conform to a person's habit of using swords. Just like a painter's painting, it is not to prepare pen, ink and paper before painting, but to think about what kind of painting to draw. Is it to paint landscapes, birds and beasts, characters, streets and alleys? It is necessary to have a goal."

Master Cai walked around and talked with a long look, "The sword casting is probably like this. The goal of casting the sword is not how high the grade is, but to meet a swordsman."

Speaking of this, Master Cai looked at Zhang Yan with deep meaning and said with a smile, "The sword is for swordsmen, isn't it?"

Zhang Yan chewed carefully, and there was a flash of a flash in his eyes. He nodded and said, "It's true. No matter how good the sword is, if the swordsman's strength is weak, he probably can't do his sword level, and the swordsman will become a burden on the swordsmanship. No matter how high the swordsman's cultivation is, if there is no suitable sword weapon, it may not be able to exert the power of the swordsman, and the sword weapon will become a burden for swordsmen.

Finally, Zhang Yan pondered and concluded, "Swordsmanship has nothing to do with grade, but is appropriate."

Of course, Zhang Yan added in his heart, "Only swordsmen can do this... If they are other types of monks, they will win with the strength of magic weapons..."

These little masters Cai don't know, but Zhang Yan understands. Because he often holds a magic weapon above the Xuanbao level and kills the enemy.

"Haha, you have a good understanding. Now you won't blame me for secretly observing you, will you? I did this to cast a sword for you." Master Cai smiled very cheerfully.

Zhang Yan laughed dumbly and said, "You took such a big circle. It turned out to be for this matter."

Master Cai smiled and said, "It's not all for this matter."

Zhang Yan said, "What else is that for?"

Master Cai stretched out his round index finger and said leisurely, "For you."

Zhang Yan was stunned, "Me?"

Master Cai nodded and accelerated his pace. "When I first saw you at the sword tower, I smelled a trace of blood from you. Did you just kill someone at that time?"

Zhang Yan nodded. He did kill people and killed a Yuan Yingjie Jianxiu.

Master Cai, who is always optimistic, sighed strangely, "Sword cultivation is addicted to killing, but it is easy to enter the magic road. I'm afraid that you will go astray. Of course, I want you to be quiet in the small building and appreciate the wonderful feeling of tranquility.

Zhang Yan completely understood that Master Cai's fake bedtime just now was intentional!

So does he deliberately affect his state of mind with supreme cultivation and make himself calm as empty in an instant? If so, this guy's cultivation is too horrible...

Also, what does the magic road mean in Master Cai's mouth? Does he know...

At this moment, a spleen voice resounded throughout the world with an extremely raging momentum.

"Wow, little Cai Cai, you are really here."

With this sound, a figure roared from the sky with a crooked escape light, and the winding air posture made people sweat coldly for him.

This man was still far away, and Master Cai cursed, "Hengchong, you bastard, and then call me Cai Cai to believe or not to castrate you?"

Heng Chong?

Zhang Yan was stunned and didn't care to marvel that the gentle-tempered Master Cai's color changed after hearing this voice and looked straight at the figure.

He still remembers that the picture scroll with a red bead, but an elder named Qinglian Jianlin named Hengchong told Qingyi to give it to him.

Is it him?

The light disappeared, and a thin old man stood in front of him.

The old man has a pitted cheek like orange peel, a messy white hair like a bird's nest, and a pair of strange triangular eyes.

When the old man ignored Master Cai beside him and looked straight at himself with the strange triangular eyes, Zhang Yan took a step back awkwardly and sighed in his heart. The old man's eyes were too personal...

"Well, you haven't been captured by the demon practitioners."

This was the first sentence Heng Chong said when he saw Zhang Yan, and then he followed Zhang Yan shamelessly and could no longer get away...

The scene at that time was very interesting. The round little Master Cai seemed to have a headache. The two of them kept fighting. Master Cai blushed and had a thick neck. Finally, he shook his sleeve angrily and said, "Fuck, no wonder Qinglian Jianlin can't wait for you to go back again..."

Then, Master Cai closed his mouth, and Heng Chong still muttered endlessly.

Zhang Yan, who was beside him, only shrugged his shoulders weakly by touching his nose, indicating that he was indeed eye-opening today...

Of course, Zhang Yan roughly figured out a few things from the conversation between the two. For example, Heng Chong's mouth is very wordy, but when asked why he gave himself the painting, he always kept silent. For example, when Zhang Yan asked about the magic cultivation, Master Cai also shook his round head and sighed, "I can't say it, and I can't explain it clearly..."

In a word, many of Zhang Yan's doubts have not been answered, but there is an awkward look around him.

Heng Chong's eyes——

It's really uncomfortable.

......

......

The three formed a strange combination and walked into the sacrificial tower.

When Qingyi saw Heng Chong, there was also a strange look on his white face. He pointed to Heng Chong and coldly spit out, "Get out of here, don't let me see you."

Then, Master Cai smiled and was very lucky to have the taste of disaster.

Heng rolled his eyes and was about to open his chatter mouth, but he saw that the blue clothes pulled out his long sword, and the murderous intention rolled in his eyes.

Heng Chong's words muttered in his throat for a long time. After walking into a room with Zhang Yan in his blue clothes, he made a sound: "I'm not afraid of you, I'm just afraid that you and Cai Cai will join hands to bully me..."

Master Cai's forehead blue veins burst.

PS: I found that it took me more than an hour to write such a style of text, and I was very dissatisfied with writing...

Well, improve it slowly.