Yuanshin: My Light Novel Looks Cry Keqing

The dagger brushed past her long hair, cutting off a strand of white hair just by breathing, what kind of power is this?

Shen He knew that she couldn't react to the sword just now, if the man hadn't forcibly changed the trajectory at the last moment, she would have been seriously injured.

"Sorry, are you okay!"

Han Chen hurried out of the room, a trace of annoyance flashed between his brows, because he was too sensitive from the previous battle, and his desire to kill was a little hard to contain.

This was also one of the effects of the erosion of the abyss, which would make people moody, but fortunately, Han Chen could barely suppress it.

Shen He looked at the handsome young man in front of him, surprise flashed in his eyes, she recognized the sword intent.

"True Lord Ling Xiao Tai Chi...?"

She mumbled, a little unbelievable, and finally there was a wave of expression on her cold face.

No wonder the master took such good care of this person and left him in the cave, everything can be explained, the young boy in front of him is the Ling Xiao Tai Chi Master!

The fairy of slaughter who slashed demons with his sword.

Han Chen originally wanted to use the art of language to explain, but when he lowered his head, he saw the yin and yang aura still circulating on his body surface. Well, there is no need to explain it now.

He, Han Chen, had his vest exploded.

Shen He's eyes flashed with confusion, but he just handed the herbal medicine in his hand to Han Chen, and said softly, "Master said that this medicine will help recovery... Shen He left first."

Since Master never told her about Han Chen's identity, it meant that the young man in front of him didn't want to reveal his identity.

Shen He glanced at Han Chen with complicated eyes, and left silently, his back was a little lonely in the darkness.

Han Chen watched Shen He's back silently, and sighed softly. He had an impression of this child, and he was also a hard-working person.

Maybe there is still an opportunity to untie her knot.

This matter can only be done by Ying, who is just an ordinary novelist.

Han Chen suddenly pondered for a few seconds, maybe this is also one of the materials of the novel?Go back and ask Shen He for his opinion.

But he can be regarded as going back to Liyue directly, and in a sense he is quite lucky, if he is thrown into the layered rock abyss like Dyne, he won't cry to death.

Han Chen stuffed the herb into his mouth casually, his expression froze in an instant, and he almost spit it out.

"Liu Yun, I'm meow...!"

This is definitely public revenge!

Han Chen's bitter face turned blue, and the corners of his mouth twitched as he returned to the room.

Chapter 40 My Readers Chase Me for Knives

"Master..."

Standing behind Zhenjun Liuyun Borrowing Wind, Shen He clenched his right hand slightly.

"He'er, do you already know Ling Xiao's identity?" Zhenjun Liuyun borrowed the wind to naturally know what happened before, and he also knew his disciple's mind.

After all, Han Chen's sword would shock even her, let alone Shen He.

Shen He has never been able to forget the sword that night was like day, which was deeply engraved in her heart, causing her spear skills to also be mixed with the meaning of killing with the way of the sword.

Han Chen's influence on her is subtle, and Shen He has also been strict with himself. As long as his strength is as strong as that of the Lingxiao Immortal, all tragedies can be avoided.

"Ah."

Shen He's expression was a bit complicated, no one could have imagined that Ling Xiao Tai Chi Lord was so young, he was an immortal during the War of Demon Gods.

How much power does she have that sword now?

Liu Yun's eyes were slightly gentle, and he said softly: "He'er, go to rest earlier, the past must be let go after all."

"Yes, Master..."

Shen He's eyebrows seemed to be condensed with perennial frost and a trace of loneliness. She turned and disappeared into the night.

Looking at his apprentice Liuyun borrowed the wind, Zhenjun couldn't help but sigh with emotion, wondering when she would truly blend into the world.

Gan Yu did a very good job... But I heard that I have to work until the early morning every day, which is really hard.

The next day.

Han Chen left Zhenjun Liuyun Bianfeng's mansion alone. After all, it wasn't his first time here, and he was familiar with the road.

The air in Mount Ozang in the early morning is a bit humid, and the clouds in the sky reflect soft brilliance.

Han Chen looked at the top of the mountain. Shen He was sitting there with his eyes closed, and there was a faint aura of extreme cold spreading all over his body.

Shen He seemed to have noticed Han Chen's gaze, slowly got up, and immediately jumped down from the top of the mountain.

"Immortal Ling Xiao, are you leaving?"

"Just call me Han Chen. I haven't been a fairy for a long time," Han Chen smiled kindly, looked at the spear in Shen He's hand, and frowned slightly.

Such a strong killing intent, is this the influence of Guchen Jiesha?

Shen He nodded slightly, raised the spear in his hand, "Han Chen, can you compete with me?" There was deep obsession in her eyes.

Han Chen raised his right hand slightly, and the white sword condensed.

"Okay, but you have to promise me one request."

"Naturally."

Shen He took half a step back slightly, his beautiful eyes overflowed with cold frost, "Please enlighten me."

Xi disaster stabbed decisively. The extremely cold breath seemed to freeze the nerves. Han Chen raised the white sword and raised the tip of the sword slightly.

Bai Jian quietly raised the barrel of the quiescent gun, and it passed through Han Chen's cheek. The shot was empty.

Shen He's eyes changed slightly. Han Chen's swordsmanship was softer than she had imagined. How did this kind of swordsmanship cut out such terrifying and powerful sword intent?

Han Chen didn't explain it. This is the characteristic of Tai Chi, which uses softness to overcome rigidity.

He is using actual combat to let Shen He understand it himself, so that he can resolve his killing intent to the greatest extent.

This is something that True Monarch Liuyun borrowed the wind to ask him personally, so he will naturally do his best, and the softness of Tai Chi can just restrain rigidity.

Shen He suddenly withdrew to stop the disaster, and the tip of the spear pulled out a sharp spear flower, which slashed straight down like a landslide!

The white sword pierced out lightly, and fixed straight on the handle of Xi disaster's gun.

Just like this, Shen He raised his hand to quell the disaster, his eyes were full of waves, she had used all her strength in the downward strike just now, but was blocked in midair by the tip of the white sword? !

The frost on her eyebrows dissipated a little, she slowly withdrew the relief, and had no intention of continuing the competition, "I lost."

Not only lost, but far worse.

Shen He could see that Han Chen didn't use all his strength, maybe not even half of it, and only used his skills to suppress her to such an extent.

It is worthy of being the immortal who could stand beside the emperor back then.

Han Chen threw Bai Jian away, "Then my request is very simple, can I write your story as a light novel?"

"Ok?"

Shen He tilted his head slightly, doubts flashed in his eyes, "What are light novels?"

"It's to show your story to other people through literary processing," Han Chen didn't know how to explain it. After all, Shen He might not even know what a novel is.

"my story......"

Does Shin Hak not know what his story can bring to others, sadness or compassion?Those she doesn't need.

"This is something I promised a long time ago, and I will not refuse," Shen He said calmly, "But I don't think anyone will like my story."

Her story is very cold.

Han Chen suddenly felt a little sad. The woman in front of him was clearly standing in front of him, but she seemed to be in a different world from him.

"Your story deserves to be sung, it's a medal for the brave."

"Maybe, but I've never been very brave."

Shen He picked up his arms to appease the disaster, and silently jumped to the top of the mountain again, but the killing intent in the gun weakened a lot.

Han Chen shook his head slightly. He still had an impression of Shen He's story, and many people would like it if it was written as a novel. After all, many readers had chased him for a knife.

Hopefully this novel will deepen Shin Hak's connection with the world.

Han Chen took a deep look at Shen He's back, and immediately walked down the mountain.

Ao Zang Mountain was not far from Liyue Port, but it didn't matter to Han Chen, and his body disappeared in an instant with the yin and yang energy on his feet.

The extreme speed allowed him to reach Liyue Port in an instant.

But Han Chen forgot one thing, and that was that his injury hadn't fully healed, so he realized that he couldn't brake the car after halfway through the charge.

The whole person turned into a humanoid missile and plunged headlong into the sea, setting off waves half a meter high.

"I***!"

Han Chen poked his head out of the sea, exhaled bubbles, breathed heavily for oxygen, and looked at the island not far away in a mess.

Isn't this Guyun Pavilion?How much did he fly over his head...

Han Chen swam to the shore helplessly. Fortunately, he hadn't forgotten how to swim.

"Are you okay, Han Chen?"

The boy's voice suddenly sounded, and Han Chen looked up and saw Wan Ye holding a wooden flute, looking at him worriedly.

Wan Ye jumped off the branch in the breeze and helped Han Chen up from the ground.

"How will you be here?"

After all, it is very difficult to come here without a boat, and it would be too scary to come here by swimming.

Han Chen laughed a few times, "For those who came here to find inspiration for light novels, don't worry, don't worry."

Wan Ye tilted his head in doubt, do all light novel writers draw materials like this? "Sister Beidou won't refuse if you want to go to the Death Star to take a rest."

A few drops of cold sweat dripped from Han Chen's forehead, "Thank you, Brother Wanye, for your kindness, I really don't need it." If you let him board the boat, he might as well just drown in the sea

Wan Ye slowly raised his right hand, condensing a soothing breeze, blowing Han Chen's clothes, "You will catch a cold if your clothes are kept wet."

Han Chen looked at Wan Ye's serious look and didn't refuse.

Chapter 41 Silently confronting the tyranny of the shogunate with the pen of a literati

Han Chen looked at the bonfire rising in front of him, and began to think about why it had turned into the current situation.

I always feel that I have been a cook more times than a novelist recently. Han Chen silently raised the grilled fish in his hand and sprinkled shiny seasoning on it.

"Han Chen...you are very different."

Holding a leaf in his hand, Wan Ye watched Han Chen quietly, a brief memory flashed deep in his pupils.

"Ok?"

Han Chen raised his head in surprise. He wasn't aware of this. He was just an ordinary novelist with a reputation and fans of [-] million points and part-time job.

Manyo brought the leaf to her mouth, and blew out a bleak tone.

"I'm different, I already have nothing," Wan Ye threw the leaves into the air, fluttering in the breeze, "I can't even go home."

Han Chen silently stared at the gloomy God's Eye on Wanye's waist. In his memory, Wanye was forced to leave Daozuma because of the Eye Hunting Order.

Like a rootless person, he was forced to stay on the Death Omen, just waiting for the day when he returned to his hometown.

Wan Ye breathed out immediately, and said softly: "Don't mention this, Han Chen, Sister Beidou is going to hold a martial arts competition in a few days, are you interested?"

"A martial arts tournament... I'll be there on time."

Han Chen seemed to have changed his mind and decided to go anyway.

The grilled fish in the hand overflowed with a sweet smell, and the rich oil flowed down the wooden pole, "Come and taste my handicraft."

Han Chen said and handed the grilled fish to Wan Ye.

Wan Ye took a bite, the fresh and tender fish was in his mouth, his eyes lit up slightly, "This craft can open an izakaya in our hometown...Thank you."

He suddenly thought of the sake that he hadn't drank for a long time. He used to eat fish and drink with his friends, and the grilled fish was still there, but people have long changed.

Han Chen patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Don't worry, you will be able to return to Dao's wife smoothly."

"Well, thank you."