[Sword Three] Photosynthesis of Brother Hua

Wanjing didn't want to know why his—or his family's—portraits were included in this book, which was scientifically called Teaching Same-Sex Intimacy Positions.

The paper is delicate, the picture is exquisite, the movements are novel, and the colors are gorgeous. The person on the painting is handsome and romantic above, and the eyes are red below. I only glanced at it, but before I took a closer look, Liu Qin in the back blushed and took it away. Well, it's better to put this thing somewhere else.

So as not to harm other people.

Wanjing stopped his action,

He said solemnly that since the book was put here, there must be a reason for it. Although he solemnly put the book back to its original place, the serious expression on his face made Liu Qin feel that what he was doing seemed to be It is related to major events in the realm of comprehension.

In fact, Wan Jing was just looking forward to the expression of the next person who came to look for the elixir when he saw this book.

He secretly put that portrait in his backpack and took it out. Since that book should not belong to the elixir area, then this portrait should not belong to the elixir area either. If you don't understand, you can only take it out and find a professional to take a look.

Who to turn to, that is the question.

He didn't know many people here, and after much deliberation, he realized in frustration that the only person he could find was Qian Rin.

Looking for someone else, I’m afraid of being cheated. If someone thinks about him, the consequences will be unimaginable. Although Qian Lin thinks about him every day, at least there is still a contract between them, and during this time, Qian Lin’s oppressive nature is also unimaginable. Not so strong anymore.

Not only is it not oppressive, sometimes the eyes are so gentle that he can't help but look up to see if he can dispel any bad state.

Spring has long passed, and the air is no longer filled with the smell of hormones. Why is the pink breath around me getting stronger and stronger recently? It's possible that the estrus period of Qianlin and his family is actually in autumn.

Wanjing was shocked by himself as this thought turned in his mind.

He seriously gave himself a few cool breezes to drive away evil spirits.

It's all because Qian Lin is not normal these few days, and he is not normal after being polluted.

But then again, does the panacea have a estrus period?

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With Wan Jing, who has rich experience in skipping classes in the university, he waited until the normal end of get out of class time and half an hour later before dawdling back to his place of residence.

Skipping class is a technical job, especially when there is a person at home who watches over you every day and is called a guardian. It is especially necessary for the person concerned to display wisdom and a healthy posture to carry out the "high-level" and "high-level" deal with.

For example, if the spiritual power theory class lasts for two hours, and he ran out after listening to it for half an hour, and spent an hour in the Library Pavilion, then he still needs to wait for half an hour before going around the Library Pavilion again. I took a look at the place where the class was held, and as expected, the class was delayed.

Wan Jing praised his wit in his heart.

After dragging the hall for about half an hour, Wan Jing swayed back slowly.

Although Qian Lin came to the city of Qianyuan with him, he basically didn't go to listen to the sermon. Wan Jing saw him holding a saber and was about to go out today. For a second, I hope they can survive under the hands of the Great Demon King.

When he arrived at the place to stay, he carefully opened the door and looked around, only to find that Qian Lin was not there.

Oh, he mourned for another second in his heart for the casual cultivators of Qianyuan City.

The room was quiet, Wan Jing walked in, sat down to rest for a while, took out the portrait and observed it carefully.

He couldn't see the material of the paper, but he thought it was different from the normal ones. Seeing Liu Qin draw a few strokes with a brush, he could tell that it was not drawn in a normal way, and it must have something unique.

Looking at this picture again, they can capture the true appearance of their clan so perfectly, just because of this, Wan Jing wondered if he should find a frame to frame this picture.

"What are you looking at?" Qian Lin suddenly and quietly appeared behind him.

Wan Jing hadn't had the idea that Xiaosheng was frightened, and the painting in his hand was taken away by the outstretched hand of the person behind him.

Qian Rin looked at the painting, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.

It was Wanjing who reacted here.

"Be merciful—" the shout was quite shrill.

"I haven't done anything yet, why are you so sad?" Qian Lin walked around him unhurriedly and walked to the table, flattened the painting on the table, took out a pen and drew a line on it, and the traces emerged Dissipated again, he turned to Wanjing and said, "Where did you get this thing?"

"The elixir section of Zangshu Pavilion," Wan Jing wanted to confuse, but after glancing at Qian Lin, he spit out the truth, "Do you know what is painted on it?"

"When will there be memory paintings in Zangshu Pavilion? Where is this thing stored in the elixir area?" Qian Lin asked first, and then answered Wan Jing's question: "Isn't this your real appearance?"

The amount of information was so huge that for a moment he didn't know where to start the conversation.

"It's okay, come one sentence at a time, and answer my question first." This is Qian Lin who is organized.

"There is a book in the Jade Tube in the Library Pavilion—" Wan Jing replied subconsciously, but the name of this book is not suitable for two people of the same sex to face each other in the same room, and the one who is not very strong can say it. , "There is a reference book of human body posture, and the portrait is clipped in that book."

"Human poses...reference book?"

"That's right." Wan Jing tried hard to make his words sound more convincing.

"The next one, what else do you want to say?" Putting aside the doubts in her heart, Qian Rin said again.

"What I want to say is, how do you know that this painting is my real appearance?" At this time, Wan Jing also calmed down a little.

"Because I've seen it before." This was Qian Rin who was smiling.

"How did you see it? Obviously I—"

"Obviously you just found a dark and windy night alone in the store secretly rubbing off the disguise and never showed it again, right?" Qian Lin helped him complete the rest of the sentence.

Wanjing: "..."

"It's too easy to see something without making a fuss in the cultivation world," Qian Lin said, "For example, you actually only listened to the sermon for half an hour today, right?"

Wanjing: "..."

"Then I went to Zangshu Pavilion for an hour, then went back to the lecture hall, and waited there for another half an hour," Qian Lin said slowly about Wanjing's whereabouts today, "Is it right?"

Wanjing: "..."

He no longer wanted to ask Qian Lin why he knew.

Because the answer is definitely not what he wants to hear, and Qian Lin's ridicule buff is added.

So he simply ignored Qian Rin's words and changed the subject directly.

"Then do you know more specific information about the flowers in this painting?"

Qian Lin looked up: "You don't know your breed?"

He really doesn't know his breed.

Not much else is known about him other than his name and his ability to use medicine all over his body.

"Would you mind showing this painting to Su Qi?" Qian Lin asked for his opinion, "Su Qi knows a lot about this." "You don't have to worry, I won't tell him other things. "

"Yes." Wan Jing agreed very readily.

He has always been curious about what the double-petalled fallen fairy lotus is.

It's more about curiosity than it is something related to oneself, but the person concerned is kept in the dark, it's not conscientious to be a flower.

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With a somewhat dry room, Su Qi carefully took out a somewhat worn-out ancient book from the depths of the hidden compartment, and placed it on the platform covered with soft young leaves.

The dilapidation of some ancient books is not due to the material itself, but as the aura in the book gradually dissipates, the book itself also gradually decays in the process of the aura disappearing. Keep it in mind, apart from dictation, it cannot be engraved on the jade tube or other books.

This type of knowledge is usually related to the legendary ancient times, and the author of the book does not hope that this knowledge can be passed down for a long time, and writing it down is just a commemoration.

The painting that Qian Lin sent over a few days ago was carefully smoothed by him and placed on the other side.

He opened the heavy book and searched carefully for the shape and characteristics of the flower on the portrait. Because the book contained spiritual restraints, the spiritual sense could not be detected except by manually opening and searching.

If it weren't for this flower, even he, who has a very deep understanding of elixir, would never have seen it before, so he didn't need to take out this troublesome book.

This was obtained by accident, and the above records are some extremely rare, even only one elixir in the world, and the record spans a huge distance in the world, from the ancient times to 1000 years ago, it is rare in this long time Elixirs are recorded.

Su Qi searched very seriously. Although the book is thick, with the memory of a cultivator, he searched it all in one day, but he didn't find any clues.

This frustrates Su Qi, who has been unstoppable on the way of the elixir all this time.

He put away the ancient books in annoyance, thinking about finding a few more to look through, if he could find any clues.

"This painting is very strange." Xiu Che who looked at Su Qi silently on the side suddenly spoke.

Sword cultivators are particularly sensitive to breath. Although Xiuche's knowledge of elixir and other aspects is not as good as Su Qi's, he can capture the subtleties that ordinary people can't capture in terms of perception.

Su Qi frowned, picked up the portrait, and scanned it over and over again with his spiritual sense, but found nothing.

"What's so strange?" He still asked, still reluctantly.

Xiu Che blinked and looked at him.

Su Qi held his breath in his heart, spit it out again, and walked over with a bit of annoyance. Seeing the extremely clean and innocent expression of the person in front of him, he deeply felt that Qian Lin once said that Xiu Che was actually black when he cut it. This sentence cannot be more correct.

He was deceived by his innocent appearance at the beginning.

Su Qi leaned forward with red ears, and quickly pressed a kiss on Xiu Che's lips. He wanted to get away immediately but was held down by the nimble swordsman. The long and deep kiss ended, not only the ears were Red, the face is also red.

"Now we can talk about it." Su Qi stared at him.

It's not good to shake your head too much.

Xiu Che let go of his hand, picked up the painting, and said, "This one—"

"There is a mark of Qian Rin."

"...What do you mean?" Su Qi frowned.

Xiu Che spoke slowly: "This is Qian Lin's memory, a condensed portrait."