The Immortal Martial Era, March 18th.

The hour of You.

Ye Ping has been in Qingyun Dao Sect for fifteen days.

Ye Ping completely realized all the 1,460 sword moves of the Four Thunder Sword Technique.

In other words, Ye Ping has completely entered the pinnacle of this sword technique.

Now we have to realize the sword force.

The so-called sword force is a sword force.

A set of swordsmanship, 1,460 moves, and you really have to fight all of them. Just like doing radio gymnastics, each move is very dull.

If you condense the sword force, then there is no need to do this. As long as you stab a sword, it is equivalent to the blessing of all the moves of the entire set of sword techniques in one move.

Therefore, the sword force is very important, and one move is equal to a set of sword techniques.

As for sword intent, it is a higher-end existence.

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

Therefore, the sword intent is the deepest place.

Ye Ping spent fifteen days to realize the entire set of sword techniques. He believed that he would realize the following sword force in no time.

But Ye Ping was not proud because he knew that the reason he had achieved this was entirely because of the elder brother.

If it weren't for the sword mark of the eldest brother, he would have no way of enlightenment.

If you drink water, you will never forget the well digger. Ye Ping will remember this kindness in your heart.

Thinking that half a year ago, when I attended more than 50 Immortal Ascension Conferences, no sect wanted me, which made Ye Ping very uncomfortable. Now Qingyun Dao Sect does not despise me, Ye Ping naturally remembers this kindness in his heart.

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

"Senior Brother."

Ye Ping shouted.

Su Changyu sat on the cliff for several days.

He didn't know what happened to him recently. He was pretty good during the day, but when it was approaching, he became inexplicably melancholy.

Perhaps it was because of the blow, or perhaps it was because of Ye Ping's unnatural qualifications that made him doubt himself, and he doubted whether he was not suitable for practicing swordsmanship.

However, at this moment, Su Changyu heard Ye Ping's voice and couldn't help but turn around.

"how?"

Su Changyu looked calm.

"Senior Brother, I have already mastered all 1,460 sword moves. I'll tell you."

Ye Ping, who was under the cliff, said calmly.

This statement made Su Changyu, who was already melancholy, even more uncomfortable.

He is so sour.

But he could only feel sad. The most important thing was that Ye Ping was obviously very strong, but he showed a feeling of being a good person.

But I was obviously like a weak chicken, but I still had to show that I was so strong.

No matter how thick your face is, it is hard to bear.

"Then let's have a rest in your life, don't work too hard. We monks should understand the combination of work and rest. As the saying goes, haste will not be achieved. You should understand this principle, right?"

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

Genius is not terrifying, what is terrifying is that genius is working hard, this is where people are desperate.

"Thank you for your advice, senior brother."

Under the cliff.

Ye Ping nodded.

For the past fifteen days, I have indeed worked diligently and forgot to eat and sleep, and I have not had any time to rest.

Although you have to be more diligent, it is not good to be too diligent. You should really have to rest at the right time.

OK, give yourself half an hour off.

Ye Ping nodded, then sat on the ground, emptying his thoughts.

He looked at Qingyun Dao Sect.

The sunset rolls around the sky, the green clouds reflect the light red, everything is quiet and full of poetry and painting.

At this moment, Ye Ping stretched out his waist, glanced at the beautiful scenery of Qingyun Dao Sect, and then slowly spoke.

"The sunset glows hide the Qingyun Peak, and the Hengyue is full of redness."

"I wish to learn Qingzhou practice and eat in the morning and take advantage of the wind."

Leaf opens with flat opening.

He couldn't help but recite a poem.

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

However, Ye Ping changed it a little, changed Zhurong Peak to Qingyun Peak, and changed his wish to learn Lingyang practice skills to be willing to learn Qingzhou practice skills.

A small change, but the artistic conception remains unchanged. This is probably the highest level of Wen Copy.

Ye Ping was a little proud.

Although I am a useless person in the world of immortal cultivation, I am still a little famous in Jin State, right?

However, Ye Ping was indeed modest. He was not as simple as being famous in Jin.

Saying a word of money is a shame to his identity.

The powerful and wealthy people in Jin State like the most is piano, chess, poetry and painting. Ye Ping happens to be their favorite target, so if it weren't for this world of cultivating immortals, Ye Ping could have been like a fish in Jin State.

But Ye Ping did not regret it at all.

In his eyes, everything is inferior to the level of cultivation.

And at this moment.

Su Changyu, who was standing on the back cliff, moved slightly.

He changed his posture and looked at Ye Ping.

First of all, my legs are numb.

Secondly, the poem written by Ye Ping just now attracted his attention.

Su Chang Yumu got culture.

But I can also hear that Ye Ping's poem is very good.

Thinking of Ye Ping's origin, Su Changyu couldn't help but say curiously.

"My junior brother, I heard from the head master that you were a scholar before you went up the mountain?"

Su Changyu asked.

"Go back to senior brother, I'm considered half a scholar."

Ye Ping quickly replied, not daring to be timid.

"Half a scholar?"

Su Changyu was curious, what is half a scholar?

"I haven't won the exam yet, so I can only be considered half a scholar."

Ye Ping immediately answered, not keeping it.

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

But at the end, Su Changyu continued to ask.

"That little brother, do you know the art of painting?"

Su Changyu asked.

"A little understanding of one or two."

Ye Ping said very modestly.

"Those brothers, let's do a painting."

Su Changyu spoke, not suddenly thinking that if Ye Ping knew the art of painting, he would have really made great achievements in his life and he would have some capital to brag about it.

Seeing that, the first sword cultivator in Jin State had painted himself.

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

"Okay, senior brother, wait a moment, I'll go get some pen and ink."

Ye Ping nodded.

He is good at painting and sketching, but he is not interested in it. He just joined a painting club in order to pursue a goddess in his previous life. Then he practiced hard for three years and finally learned painting. However, the goddess ran away with a rich second generation.

So Ye Ping understood a truth.

Learning to draw can't save single dogs.

After a while, Ye Ping took out a brush, rice paper and an inkstone.

He brought these things with him before going up the mountain, but he had no place to use them, and it just happened to be the right time now.

When he took the text, Ye Ping was very serious. He looked at the sunset, then looked at his elder brother, and then started writing.

Su Changyu didn't think much about it, stood up and quietly stared at the sunset, leaving a chic posture.

One hour later.
Chapter completed!