No Way People Find Cultivation Difficult, Right?

　　 Xianwu Era, March 18th.

　　酉时.

　　 Ye Ping has been to Qingyun Daozong for fifteen days.

　　 Ye Ping completely enlightened the four thunder swordsmanship and 1,460 sword moves.

　　 In other words, this set of swordsmanship Ye Ping has completely stepped into the realm of peaking.

　　 Now I want to realize the sword power suddenly.

　　The so-called swordsmanship is a kind of swordsmanship.

　　 A set of swordsmanship, one thousand four hundred and sixty strokes, really want to play all of them, just like doing radio gymnastics, one by one is very dull.

　　 And condensing the sword power, then there is no need to do this, as long as you stab a sword, it is equivalent to the whole set of swordsmanship blessings in one move.

　　 So swordsmanship is very important, one move is equal to a set of swordsmanship.

　　 As for Jianyi, it is a higher-end existence.

　　 A strong man with sword intent does not need to use a sword at all. He can stand there to suppress the enemy.

　　 So sword intent is the highest and deepest place.

　　 Ye Ping spent fifteen days to realize the whole set of swordsmanship, and he believed that it would not take long for the next sword power to be realized.

　　 But Ye Ping is not proud, because he knows that he can achieve this achievement completely because of the big brother.

　　 It would be difficult for him to realize it without the sword mark of Big Brother.

　　 Drinking water and never forgetting to dig the well, Ye Ping will remember this kindness.

　　 Thinking about half a year ago, I participated in more than 50 celestial ascension conferences. I was surprised that no sect wanted him. This made Ye Ping very uncomfortable. Now Qingyun Dao Sect does not dislike himself, and this kindness is naturally remembered by Ye Ping.

　　 Thinking of this, Ye Ping couldn't help but look at Su Changyu on the cliff not far away, full of admiration in his heart.

　　 "Big brother."

　　 Ye Ping shouted.

　　 On the cliff, Su Changyu sat for several days.

　　 He doesn't know what's wrong with him lately. It's fine during the day, but when the night is approaching, he feels melancholy.

　　 Maybe it was because of the blow, or maybe it was Ye Ping's aptitude against the sky that made him doubt himself, he wondered if he was not suitable for kendo training.

　　 But at this moment, Su Changyu heard Ye Ping's voice and couldn't help turning his head.

　　 "How?"

　　 Su Changyu looked calm.

　　 "Brother, Junior Brother has already mobilized 1,460 swords, all comprehension is complete, let me tell you."

　　 Ye Ping under the cliff said calmly.

　　 Saying this made Su Changyu who was already melancholy even more uncomfortable.

　　 He is so sour.

　　 But he can only be sour silently. The most important thing is that Ye Ping is very strong, but he shows the feeling of me.

　　 And I am obviously like a weak chicken, but I have to show how strong I am.

　　 No matter how thick the skin is, it’s hard to stand it.

　　 "Then let's have a good rest, don't try too hard, my generation of monks must know how to combine work and rest, so-called haste is not good, you should understand this truth?"

　　 After a while, Su Changyu spoke and let Ye Ping rest for a while, but he was also very emotional.

　　 Genius is not scary, but the scary thing is that genius still works hard. This is what makes people desperate.

　　 "Thank you brother for your advice."

　　 Under the cliff.

　　 Ye Ping nodded.

　　 In the past fifteen days, I have indeed been diligent, forgetting to sleep and eat, and I have no time to rest.

　　 Although it is necessary to be diligent, it is not good to be too diligent. It is indeed necessary to rest when appropriate.

　　Okay, give yourself half an hour off.

　　 Ye Ping nodded, then sat on the ground, letting go of his thoughts.

　　 He looked at Qingyun Daozong.

　　 The sunset glow is rolling across the horizon, and the Qingyun Mountains are shining with light red, everything is quiet and full of poetry.

　　 At this moment, Ye Ping stretched his waist, glanced at the beauty of Qingyun Dao Sect, and then couldn't help speaking slowly.

　　 "The sunset clouds cover the Qingyun Peak, and the heights of Hengyue are rotten red."

　　 "I would like to learn Qingzhou Cultivation Techniques, and take advantage of the wind."

　　 Ye Ping spoke.

　　 He couldn't help reading a poem.

　　 This is written by Lin Yongzhong, a poet of Southern Song Dynasty.

　　 But Ye Ping changed it a little bit, changing Zhu Rongfeng to Qingyunfeng, and changing the willingness to learn Lingyang cultivation technique to willingness to learn Qingzhou cultivation technique.

　　 Small changes, but the same artistic conception, this is probably the highest state of Wen Chao Gong.

　　 Ye Ping was slightly proud of himself.

　　 Although in the world of cultivating immortals, he is a waste, but in the Jin country, he is considered a small name, right?

　　 But Ye Ping is indeed humble. He is not as simple as being famous in Jin.

　　 Saying the word daughter is all humiliating his identity.

　　The Jin Dynasty’s dignitaries, their favorite is the piano and chess poems and paintings. It happens that Ye Ping is their favorite object, so if it weren’t for this world of cultivating immortals, Ye Ping would also be able to get along well in Jin.

　　 But Ye Ping has no regrets.

　　 In his eyes, everything is inferior, only Xiu Xian Gao.

　　 And this moment.

　　 Standing on the back cliff, Su Changyu moved slightly.

　　 He changed his posture and looked at Ye Ping.

　　 My legs are numb.

　　Secondly, it was a poem written by Ye Pingfang, which caught his attention.

　　 Su Chang Yu Mu De culture.

　　 But Ye Ping's poem is very good.

　　 Reminiscent of Ye Ping's origins, Su Changyu couldn't help wondering.

　　 "Little brother, I heard from the head master, you were still a scholar before going up the mountain?"

　　 Su Changyu asked.

　　 "Return to brother, half a scholar."

　　 Ye Ping hurriedly replied, not dare to ask for it. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

　　 "Half a scholar?"

　　 Su Changyu is curious, what is a half scholar?

　　 "I haven't gotten a fame, so I can only count as half a scholar."

　　 Ye Ping replied immediately, not selling off.

　　 "Oh." Su Changyu nodded, he didn't quite understand.

　　 But at the end, Su Changyu continued to ask.

　　 "The younger brother, do you know how to do the pill?"

　　 Su Changyu asked.

　　 "Understand a little bit."

　　 Ye Ping is very modest.

　　 "Let's make a picture of the brothers."

　　 Su Changyu said, it wasn't a sudden thought, but he just felt that if Ye Ping knew the technique of Danqing, after looking back, Ye Ping was really soaring, and he still had some bragging rights.

　　 See you, the first Jianxiu of Jin Dynasty painted for himself.

　　Su Changyu has no hobbies, his only hobby is pretending to be beeping.

　　 "Okay, brother, wait a minute, I'll go get the pen and ink."

　　 Ye Ping nodded.

　　 Danqing sketching is something he is good at, but he is not interested, but in his previous life, in order to pursue a goddess, he participated in a Danqing Academy, and then trained for three years and finally learned Danqing, but the goddess ran away with a rich second generation.

　　 So Ye Ping understood a truth.

　　 Learning to draw can't save a single dog.

　　 After a while, Ye Ping brought a brush, rice paper and inkstone.

　　 He took all these things before going up the mountain, but there was no place to use them all the time, right now.

　　 Taking the text and ink, Ye Ping was very serious, looking at the color of the sunset, then at his big brother, and then began to write.

　　 And Su Changyu didn't think much, stood up and watched the sunset quietly, leaving a chic posture.

　　 An hour later.

　　 is done.