Painter

Chapter 27: Chapter 27
Li Chan turned sideways, but the skirt of his clothes was still cut by the sword.The blade cut off the corner of the table along the way, like cutting tofu without making any sound.Cheng Lian held the hilt of the sword backwards and stabbed three times in a row. Li Chan dodged one by one and waited for an opportunity to hold Cheng Lian's elbow.

Cheng Lian's body was blown half a foot away, he crushed the bed with one foot, and rushed towards Li Chan even more swiftly. The distance between the two was less than half a foot, and the little black sword seemed to come alive in Cheng Lian's hands, piercing through flowers like a butterfly. They went three ways around Li Chan and kept cutting, cutting, picking, stabbing, and piercing.

When Li Chan dodged the seventh sword, Cheng Lian turned his wrist, and the small sword in his hand disappeared.

Li Chan's eyelids twitched. This is the art of hiding soldiers. Hiding soldiers is not a magical technique. Street performers use this technique to perform acrobatics. Experts who are good at this technique can even hide a three-foot long sword from sight.Cheng Lian hid the short sword, making it impossible to tell which hand he will draw the sword from.

Since it was no longer convenient to defend, Li Chan no longer backed away and kicked the table flying.

The tabletop blocked Cheng Lian's view and was smashed by his elbow, but Li Chan had already grasped one of the table legs and stabbed through the flying sawdust, hitting Cheng Lian's right shoulder with a thud.

At the same time that the table leg was broken, Cheng Lian's right shoulder was also dislocated, but Cheng Lian's face remained unchanged, and with a shake of his shoulder, he put the bone back into place.The left hand kept moving, cutting towards Li Chan's chest covertly.Li Chan cut Cheng Lian's wrist with his left palm, and the two of them clashed several times again. Suddenly, a black shadow emerged from the back of Cheng Lian's hand, and with a swipe, it cut open Li Chan's shirt on the left chest.

After Cheng Lian hit the blow, he drew back, the small black sword buzzed and trembled in his hand, and there was a half-smile expression on his withered and old face, "If you keep your hand, you will die."

Li Chan's shirt on his left chest slipped off. He looked down and could vaguely see the blue pattern on his left abdomen. He smiled at Cheng Lian, "I'm afraid that you will not be able to stand up to your old bones."

As soon as Li Chan finished speaking, she disappeared from Cheng Lian's sight.Fog floats in the house.

Cheng Lian's complexion changed, and he looked around, but there was no sign of Li Chan in the front, back, left, right, or even on the beams.He suddenly heard a very light footsteps, he swung his sword fiercely to the left, but the sword swung in the air, and the footsteps came from the right again!Another sword was swung in the air, and footsteps sounded from the front, back, left, and right, as if he was surrounded!
Cheng Lian swung his sword vigorously, and after dozens of swords, his wrist was firmly grasped with a slap, and the green brow fell to the ground with a clatter.

Beads of sweat rolled down Cheng Lian's forehead. Looking at Li Chan who finally appeared, he said dryly, "Are you a real cultivator?"

"Not really." Li Chan glanced at the left abdomen with imperceptible eyes, and the color of the blue streak had faded.

He let go of Cheng Lian's wrist, and Cheng Lian fell back onto the bed, and instead of picking up the sword that was so precious to his life before, he sighed heavily: "I'm old!"

"You're always growing strong." Li Chan picked up the green between eyebrows and put it in her palm to look at it.

Cheng Lian's chest rose and fell, he panted and waved his hands: "Take it!"

Li Chan smiled and said, "Are you willing?"

Cheng Lian sneered: "I can't bear it, why don't you take it?"

"Master?" Two cautious calls came from outside the door.It was the apprentice blacksmith who had been hiding far away when he saw that the situation was not going well. Now that the situation had stabilized, he finally summoned up the courage to come and ask.

"Get out!" Cheng Lian yelled impatiently towards the door, his voice was a little more tempered than before.

Li Chan put the green between eyebrows on the table, took out a white silk from his pocket and handed it to Cheng Lian, "I specialize in writing essays for people, praying for spiritual responses, and also accepting the job of subduing demons and eliminating demons."

Cheng Lian cast a sideways glance at Li Chan, and unfolded the white silk, on which was written the fee for writing the corresponding essays of various spirits. It is not difficult to be a captain, how can you make a living with this kind of work?"

Li Chan said: "Isn't your step also hiding in the market?"

Cheng Lian froze for a moment, shook his head with a wry smile, and threw the white silk back to Li Chan, "No need!" After speaking, he leaned against the bed with his chest folded and closed his eyes.

Li Chan put away the white silk, "The evil spirit is gone, so you don't need to seek surgery to cure your illness. But I can't avoid the reward for accepting the evil. Erase the odds, the total is five taels or seven dollars."

Cheng Lian closed his eyes and did not answer, Li Chan waited for a while, got up and left, "Your apprentice will definitely not renege on his debt."

As soon as he reached the door, Cheng Lian suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

Li Chan turned her head, and the old man glanced at the little sword on the table, "Take it to repay the debt!"

Li turned around and picked up the little sword, flipped his wrist, turned the sword flower, and smiled at Cheng Lian.

"Mr. Xie for presenting the sword."

(End of this chapter)