Chapter 399： Success and failure (1/2)

”Well, monitor, haven't you succeeded?” Suddenly someone asked.

It turned out that Yin Shuang was curious and picked up the paper ball that Jiang Chen had dropped on the ground. After opening it, he found a complete sword on the paper.

It is exactly the same as the one to be copied, but it has not been painted yet.

But in this case, why should you throw it away?

So Yin Shuang picked up the other paper balls, opened them one by one, and found other things beside the sword.

One or two pictures didn't see anything until Yin Shuang saw the seventh one and found that there was a knife beside the sword!

Painting sword and knife?

Others noticed this because of Yin Shuang's actions, and they exclaimed.

Jiang Chen didn't respond, he was still struggling to paint.

Many people came around, looked around, and found that Jian Feng was already completed and was drawing a knife.

But halfway through, Jiang Chen's hands froze and he could no longer paint.

Another piece of waste paper was born, but when Jiang Chen was about to make a paper ball, he found himself surrounded by people.

”Can you show me?”

The careless performance has always been, but the old man who is dealing with work is standing at the table, looking at him with a serious look at this time.

Jiang Chen nodded and handed the drawing paper out.

The old man stared down, and when he raised his head again, his brows froze and said, ”You are ruining your kendo.”

It was the first time with a harsh tone, which made Han Siming and others unable to bear to come over.

”This is my purpose in Wufang.” Jiang Chen said.

Drawing Wuxue Tao on paper is exactly the method Jiang Chen is striving for, which makes him feel worthy.

”The sword is the sword, the sword is the sword.” Said the old man.

”The sword is like a pair of brothers who inherit the talents of their father. All I have to do is find my father.” Jiang Chen said.

This theory is unheard of by those present, and the expression of the old man has never heard of it.

”Whimsical, foolish dreaming.” Wei Chihong saw what was going on, and showed no mercy.

Others' faces also became weird.

People are afraid of unfamiliar things, and they will stay away from them or even condemn them before they are accepted by the public.

What Jiang Chen said is against the consensus of martial arts for thousands of years.

If he is a highly respected master, this statement can cause some discussion, even if unsuccessful, it is also a spirit of knowledge.

But Jiang Chen is young and not convincing.

”Ugh.”

The old man put the paper on his desk, returned to the original place, and returned to the state of being unrelated and hung high.

But the other members of the special class looked at Jiang Chen with an inexplicable look.

Jiang Chen ignored it, kneaded the paper into a ball, and temporarily stopped to rest.

”Jiang Chen, did you get inspired there?” Yin Shuang next asked him with that moving voice.

This is the first time the two have communicated.

”Well, my left hand is sensitive to swords, and my right hand is a sword. I once fought with people, and reached a state of mind that” swords can't be separated. ”Jiang Chen said.

Yin Shuang nodded, without rushing to refute Jiang Chen's words, he asked tentatively, ”Is it your left-handed sword and right-handed sword that give birth to the idea of ​​a sword?”

She is not optimistic about Jiang Chen, but in a different way, she guides Jiang Chen to think whether it is right or wrong to do so.

This is the most empathetic woman Jiang Chen has seen so far.

There is nothing wrong with thinking about her profession.