Su Bian Cultivation World

The boy in black acted decisively and neatly, from showing up to making a move, there was almost no buffer.

The moment he jumped out of the picture scroll, the black cold knife was like a siphon, drawing the force of the east wind towards Mr. Wu, and he jumped on it even more, showing his bravery.

The room is not too spacious, and it is difficult to use his sword that swallows the sky and sea, so wherever the wind of his sword passes, vases, incense burners, pens, inks, papers and inkstones are all smashed into one piece.

Just now You Su was so angry that his face changed, and he didn't kick anything in the room.The boy in black didn't feel sorry for his father, he had already destroyed the study in half a blink of an eye.

The sharp edges of pieces of broken porcelain were mixed in the knife aura, and under the extreme speed, the shape of the pieces could not be seen clearly, only illusory shadows could be seen in the vortex.

The dark as night knife was wrapped in the imposing manner of ten thousand men, and suddenly collided with Mr. Wu's palm with knuckles.

All of a sudden, the foundation, which was several feet deep, swayed from side to side, and the mortise and tenon beams trembled like a jump, shaking off a few pieces of white wall ash, and when they touched the spot when the two were fighting each other from a distance, At the moment of the air wave, it turned into a cloud of fine powder and fly ash.

Mr. Wu's breathing became a little heavier, and the ink-colored figure of the boy in black suddenly faded.

After all, the soul of painting is only a work of depicting the charm. When You Su finished this painting, he and Luo Jiujiang had only met for a short time.

But the move that can resist Mr. Wu's all-out efforts is enough to show how talented Luo Jiujiang was when he was young.

Mr. Wu's finger was cut like a knife, seeing how the unyielding black figure faded under the fingers, as if the ink was washed away with clean water.

With a ray of consciousness, he hurriedly looked out the window to make sure that the sound-proof illusion formation he had set up in advance was still in effect, so he was relieved and patiently persuaded You Su.

"Young master, let's go."

Later, things changed, like now it was smashed into a mess, almost like a study that had been chewed by a dog, it was an accident that Mr. Wu never expected.

Originally, in his prediction, no matter whether he quietly knocked You Su unconscious and took You Su away, or You Su was persuaded by him, there would be no such traces of kidnapping left in the study.

After all, You Su has always been gentle and polite, and he can't act like throwing things and losing his temper.

As a result, he smashed out a Luo Jiujiang, so he could do anything.

You Su stood in a corner of the room, his fingers tightly gripping the mahogany window lattice, his fingernails showed a kind of bloodless white due to too much force.

He watched helplessly as Luo Jiujiang's figure was completely patted into nothingness by Mr. Wu's palms together.

"I won't go with you..." He gritted his teeth and insisted, "It's not right for you to do this!"

Mr. Wu sighed helplessly: "Young master, then you can only offend."

You Su opened his eyes wide and looked at him, his eyes were full of stubbornness and determination.

The moment Mr. Wu approached, You Su threw down another five scrolls.

Mr. Wu: "..."

You Su said stubbornly: "I did not draw Brother Luo just once!"

Mr. Wu: "..."

The power of five Luo Jiujiangs and one Luo Jiujiang is obviously not the same. You must know that one Luo Jiujiang can demolish a house, and the five Luo Jiujiangs can literally skyrocket.

What's more, there is a brand new scroll, on which Luo Jiujiang is holding a silver knife as sharp as snow.

If the knife in hand is used as the dividing line, Luo Jiujiang with Chengxue and Luo Jiujiang with his old buddy in his hand are almost completely different in terms of power, cultivation and sword intent.

The five Luo Jiujiang couldn't help but go straight to Mr. Wu, forcing the silver-masked man to the point where he was almost helpless.

After all, You Su was still soft-hearted. When he saw this scene, he couldn't help but say: "Brother Luo, don't rush to act, you still have to reason with him..."

If Feng Xue was here, he would have complained on the spot.Unexpectedly, Young Master You is a perfectionist, and he has quite high requirements for the paper figurines he draws.

But the several "Luo Jiujiang" formed by painting souls obviously don't have this kind of teasing thinking. They talked one after another, their voices overlapped, and they said to Mr. Wu who was surrounded by crowds: "True."

The voice was uniform and deafening, and the truth was revealed quite decently in just two words!

You Su: "..."

Mr. Wu: "..."

Mr. Wu originally wanted to take You Su away without leaving a trace, but who knew that this young man whom he watched and grew up with would be so stubborn.

Taking advantage of the moment when the five Luo Jiujiang relaxed a little under You Su's request, Mr. Wu sighed: "Master, I've offended you."

The light in the study suddenly dimmed.

You Su subconsciously turned to the direction of the window and glanced, only to realize that Mr. You Wu had summoned a helper.

Six black-clothed and silver-faced middle-aged men of similar stature who were dressed the same as Mr. Wu filed in one by one from the window door, instantly blocking all of You Su's escape routes.

You Su looked at them, and suddenly realized that he couldn't tell who the "Mr. Wu" who was guarding by his side day and night was.

He had never seen Mr. Wu's face. Mr. Wu was taciturn and rarely spoke on weekdays.

So You Su never thought that there might actually be more than one "Mr. Wu" by his side.

...Or, is the title "Mr. Wu" really the title of the elder who grew up with him?

The voices of the seven silver-masked men came out from behind the smooth masks without holes, and they were all equally muffled.

They all politely called You Su the son.

You Su took a step back unconsciously. The memory of Taoyuan, which was once a bed of gold and jade, was like an affectionate old dream. Until now, it was completely shattered in front of his eyes, revealing a treacherous background.

He is living in a huge deception. From the beginning of this story, there is no gentleman at all.

There is only a blindfolded fool who is oblivious to everything around him.

The Mr. Wu at the farthest said in a low voice, "Sir, please don't make things difficult for us."

You Su said decisively: "If you all leave, I won't make things difficult for you!"

Mr. Wu laughed when he heard this: "Then we only have... to embarrass young master."

You Su took another step back, this time his back completely touched the wall.He took a deep breath and said loudly: "Brother Luo, can you call Palace Master Han!"

Mr. Wu had no choice but to tell him: "My lord, there is a soundproof formation near the study..."

However, the development of the situation far exceeded Mr. Wu's expectations.

Almost at the moment when You Su made a request to these painting soul shadows, Luo Jiujiang, who was holding Chengxue, flipped his wrist, and pointed the blade straight to the roof. A hole the size of a washbasin was poked above the elegant study room.

"Luo Jiujiang" tilted his shoulders, without even turning his head.In a short period of time, a few pieces of broken tiles that fell from the hole were lifted by his shoulders, divided into seven strands like money darts, and flew towards the back of the heads of the seven "Mr. Wu" dressed in general, carrying arrows Like the sound of breaking wind.

And he himself put his hand out of the big hole, and put his hand on the beam, immediately the saber was like a roll, and the boiling air gushed out, straight to the sky.

The saber air swept across the flowers and trees in a small courtyard, and unceremoniously tore out a dozen or so of them.

Then, he used these ready-made materials to set a big, genuine "firework" into the sky!

This Luo Jiujiang raised his breath, and before everyone in the room could react, he let out a long roar: "Qianling"!

Before he could utter the second sentence, there was already Qingyue's dragon chant in the distance.

Mr. Wu: "..."

Mr. Wu was dumbfounded!

This series of operations is as smooth as flowing water, and the total time does not exceed two or three blinks.Not to mention that others wanted to intervene, even when it was difficult to react, the situation had already been settled!

The painting soul tricked me!Mr. Wu suddenly realized, he almost beat his chest and stamped his feet with hatred: Those painting souls must have deliberately pretended to be stupid when they were reasoning just now, otherwise why did they suddenly become so resourceful and actionable now?

He didn't know that for Luo Jiujiang's painting soul, this matter had nothing to do with pretending to be stupid or not, but who the ultimate target of the execution was.

When You Su created this painting soul, he did not forget to draw Luo Jiujiang's love for Han Qianling.

So Mr. Wu could only watch helplessly as the blue dragon leaped up from the sky, and the air mechanism locked the study from afar, preventing the seven people from moving even a little bit.

Blue Dragon didn't even destroy the phantom formations outside the study, just like catching a turtle in a urn, and wiped them all out.

Han Qianling captured the seven people and casually threw them into a pile in the corner of the room.

At this moment, the study room is full of broken tiles and porcelain, paper and pens are splashed all over the floor, and there is almost no place to stay, but Han Qianling stands in the mess without hesitation, his eyes are deep and nostalgic. The five Luo Jiujiangs passed by.

In his first sentence, he didn't ask You Su what happened here, nor did he care about any turmoil in the You family.He just looked at those black figures, looked at a series of young Luo Jiujiang and young Luo Jiujiang, and commented with great nostalgia: "Mr. You has a wonderful pen."

You Su lowered his head proudly: "Han Palace Master is really overrated."

Han Qianling smiled slightly, and then turned his attention to You Su.

"Young Master You, do you need my help?"

"I..." You Su opened his mouth and then stopped, he wished he could tell the story of the You family to the leader Han in front of him, but when the words reached his throat, he swallowed them again.

His family sees him more as a lineage than as an individual.They blinded him, protected him, trapped him in a silent siege, and wrapped him in soft silk and gold and jade.

But in the past 17 years, Youjia has not let him down.

Although they were cultivating him for other purposes, they were not harming him.

If You Su had to change his mouth and pour out all kinds of mistakes of You Jia in an instant, he couldn't tell.

——However, however, what confronts the Xuanwu world is not only the empty concept of the three thousand worlds, they are living human lives!

You Su inherited the ancestor's ability to paint souls, so he is more sensitive to individual emotions, and life is far more important here than elsewhere.

In the past, when he was just a young man with a lot of money, he already had a kind of gentleness and kindness that came from his nature.The skill of painting souls made him more sensitive to the throbbing of life, and he couldn't let go of it.

He could only look at Han Qianling blankly, and took a step in the direction of the other party, wanting to hold Han Qianling's hand as if he was looking for some support.

Han Qianling avoided it calmly, picked up the surviving pen container on the table and handed it to him.

You Su doesn't mind this either.He held the emerald pen holder so nervously until there was even a tiny crack appearing on the body of the holder.

He murmured: "Leader Han, I, our Youjia are sorry for Three Thousand Worlds..."

Han Qianling had already guessed it when he summoned him, but now that he heard his vague reference, he was at least [-] to [-]% certain in his heart.

He just said flatly and firmly: "Regardless of the previous events, it is also a merit to stop losses in time."

He didn't give You Su, who seemed to have been taken away from his backbone, any more chances to think, and asked him directly: "What will Mr. You do next? Go back to You's house?"

You Su's habit over the years has made him never listen to other people's questions.

In particular, the question Han Qianling asked him was a simple choice of "yes or no".

He said weakly: "No, I can't go back..."

It's not because he confessed to Han Qianling that Youjia is careful and guilty. In Yousu's view, it is Youjia who has done wrong things in a righteous way, and it should be the family members who are guilty, not him.

But it was obvious that Mr. Wu dared to knock him out and take him away under the watchful eyes of Chief Yu Han. If he came home at this time, he must have come to deliver food.I'm afraid they were packed and sent to the Xuanwu world on the spot.

Although You Su has a pure and kind nature, he can naturally understand such a simple truth.

"Then what's your plan, Mr. You? Hide?"

"No," You Su's eyes became clearer again, he clenched and loosened his fists, and said resolutely: "Under the majesty, I have made no mistakes and no wrongs, so why should I be in danger of avoiding it?"

During the two questions and answers with Han Qianling, his spirit has improved a lot.Most of the weak look caused by the huge impact just now faded away.

Han Qianling asked You Su for the third time: "Then is there anything you want to do, Mr. You? If I can, I would like to help you."

You Su pursed his lips tightly and stood thinking for a while.

He has already noticed that the character of Master Han is very different from Brother Luo.

In the same situation, brother Luo will definitely show him many options enthusiastically.Brother Luo will persuade himself, explain himself, and explain to himself where Youjia is at this time, and his relationship with Youjia over the years...but Palace Master Han won't.

Master Han didn't comment on You Jia or herself, but only asked him if there was anything he wanted to do next.

Brother Luo is passionate and romantic, while Palace Master Han is indifferent and reliable; Brother Luo cultivates Taoism and cultivates his heart, both in terms of sword skills and personality are amazing, and Palace Master Han has never done anything famous, but no one dares to underestimate him He, and no one does not know him.

Therefore, to draw Brother Luo, you can draw lines with thick wolf hair, and the blade needs to be extra vigilant; while Han Gong mainly pays attention to fine brushwork, he is so fine that he can't increase or decrease, and his aura will be different if his hair is a little messy.

After realizing that he was subconsciously thinking in the direction of painting soul again, You Su collected his thoughts.

He thought: No matter how different the personalities of Brother Luo and Master Han are, both of them are good for me.

They are all good people.

——If Yin Banshi hears this comment on Han Qianling, he can put Young Master You into a medicine cauldron to stew, and let him come out when his mind is clear.

But You Su is not a half-dead roundworm, how can he know what the other party is thinking.Therefore, he just looked at Han Qianling with admiration, and said softly: "Palace Master, I want to go to the front line."

As expected, Han Qianling did not stop him.

"I will send someone to take you there. There are so many things to pay attention to on the front line, and I will also invite someone to explain to you, Young Master, before leaving."

really!Palace Master Han is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, he is an extremely good person!

This impression deepened in You Su's mind.

The good guy Han Qianling led You Su out of the messy study and into the sunny courtyard.Then, as if "inadvertently" remembered something: "By the way, Mr. You, do you still paint other Jiujiang?"

You Su was stunned: "Yes, but I have one. I still have one left, but that one is brother Luo's when he was drinking, and there is no knife intention engraved in it, so it can't be used against the enemy..."

Han Qianling smiled slightly upon hearing this.

"It doesn't matter." If Jiujiang's paintings were released as a means of attack, then what would Han Qianling do for food?

You Su was used to being generous. Hearing that Han Qianling had this intention, he immediately took out the scroll wrapped tightly in red silk and handed it to him.

He watched Han Qianling caressing the paper on the back of the scroll inch by inch with great care, as gentle as stroking Luo Jiujiang's eyebrows, and blushed for no reason.Under Fu Zhi's mind, You Su stammered and explained: "It doesn't take much effort to paint a soul like this 'Yi Qing', and the Palace Master can seal it back."

Han Qianling's smile deepened.

"Thank you Young Master You, when do you want to leave?"

As soon as this topic was mentioned, You Su's eyes became firmer.He said without hesitation: "The sooner the better."

……

So three days later, You Su was sent to a certain world that was at war with the Xuanwu world.

After all, his status is extraordinary, so the monk who escorted him directly sent him to the commander-in-chief according to Han Qianling's instructions.

And this coach, who came to take care of him by the way, looked at You Su up and down, then slowly narrowed his eyes, with a very bad look on his face.

"Youjia boy, I know you."

Zhenshuang said gloomily, "You are a good friend from Jiujiang, why are you here?"

You Su replied honestly: "It was Palace Master Han who sent someone to send me here."

Zhen Shuangliu's complexion suddenly became more gloomy.

"Wolf ambition! I knew it a long time ago! Sure enough, sure enough, he can't tolerate people to this extent?"

"Eh? What? No!"

"Okay," the ever-speaking Master of the Spirit Snake World waved his hand arbitrarily, "You don't need to say it——Bai Lian, just stay here and settle down."

"But..." But Palace Master Han is not intolerant, and I'm going to the battlefield!

You Su's eyes widened innocently, and he was dragged away softly and firmly by a smiling man in white.

But he always felt that there seemed to be a misunderstanding somewhere that he didn't know?