Chapter 2 Carving

Xu Le lay on the simple **, with a thin layer of black ointment on his waist, with a faint medicinal fragrance. Standing by the bed was a gray-haired, crescent and old man with a little anger in his eyes.

"Master Seven, I'm fine."

Xu Le's words are obviously a little lacking in confidence.

"Well, you are really bold, and you dare to perform the dragon and snake dance with your current strength. If you hadn't painted your body with my secret medicinal liquid and quenched your muscles and bones since you were a child, I'm afraid your whole body bones would have been torn now.

"It's not that serious. The dragon and snake dance is just a smart body." Xu Le muttered.

"You know, the dragon and snake dance in Jiujian Valley is just a remnant, and there are thousands of versions of such a remnant in the world. When I was young, I saw the real secret skill of dragon and snake dance. At that time, the peerless strong man turned his body into the shape of a dragon, and a 100,000-meter-high huge peak was swept flat by his dragon tail.

There is a little arrogance in the old man's words.

Xu Le was stunned when he heard it. It is unbelievable and unimaginable that people can turn their bodies into dragons to the limit.

"Seventh Master, what is the realm of the strong man who turns into a dragon?"

The old man was slightly stunned, and his eyes shook and said uncertainly, "It should be that the martial arts have reached the realm of martial arts, and the soul has reached the realm of the sky."

Xu Le rolled his eyes directly and stopped saying anything.

Hone way practice, starting with 'condensation', and then ' quenching god', 'condensing god', 'empty god'. It is said that there are more magical and profound ' psychics' on top of the empty divine realm, but there are too few legends about the psychic realm. 100,000 years ago, a generation of Jiezu Tianxiang had not yet practiced martial arts, but his soul had been perfect, and he actually soared in the day, leaving an immortal myth.

If you can soar in the daytime, the means you have are naturally unpredictable.

And martial arts practice, starting with a ' quenching body', the body is refined like glass, and without a trace of dirt, it becomes a 'sacred body'. People with the Eucharist are basically separated from the fireworks on earth and become a legend among the secular population.

Above the Holy Realm, there are also spiritual Realms, Magic Realms, and even Taoist Realms with only words in ancient books.

After all, that's very far away. Anyway, Xu Le has never expected it. He has only been quenched for more than ten years. In this life, he has been able to practice to the holy realm, which is already the manifestation of his ancestors and extraordinary.

Xu Le heard that the 'Dragon and Snake Dance' was practiced by a person who soared by day, and a little ** in his heart disappeared in an instant.

"Cut, uninspired boy." When the old man saw Xu Le's silence, he couldn't help waving his crutch and knocking him on the waist.

After a scream of inhuman pain, Xu Le suddenly found that he was comfortable all over.

It took ten hours to absorb those medicinal power. Xu Le jumped out of bed and twisted a few times. He couldn't help but feel happy. It seems that there is still a chance to get the secret method of ointment from the seventh master.

"Since you can move, eat something first. I'm going out to do something in two or three days. You should stay on the mountain and practice well. However, you should always remember that martial arts practice is the best strategy, and soul practice is the foundation of true long life. I don't understand now. You will naturally understand when you should understand.

"Yes, Seventh Master."

Xu Le scratched his messy hair. Since he was sensible, the seventh master hung this sentence in his mouth and said it in his ear as soon as he had time.

After simply eating some dried meat, Xu Le entered a room next door, where there was only one table. There are three big fists of mud and a three-inch flat knife on the table.

There are also more than a dozen mud dolls on the table floor, which are vivid and lifelike. Their postures are different, as if they are a martial arts move.

Xu Le sat at the table and his eyes fell on the flat knife. During a few breaths, the breath of his whole body became very gentle and quiet, and his mind remained motionless.

From the beginning of being sensible, in addition to martial arts practice, his favorite thing is to quietly think about carving skills. Sculpture can calm his irritable mind and make him find the cruel side of the practice world.

Xu Le took out a three-page sutra from his arms, which he accidentally found in the inconspicuous corner of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. It may have been placed for too long. The scriptures have been incomplete, and there are only three sword moves on it.

is brought out because the above moves look very simple and are very suitable for carving models. He talked to the senior brother who guarded the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. Anyway, sooner or later, it would be rotten and weathered there. The guarded brother just turned an idiot's look at him and did not object to it.

Opening the scriptures, the first picture is a man who lacks his left arm. He holds his head high and is invincible. His right arm is in the sky, and his two fingers are close together with a sword pointing to the sky. Although the annotation next to it was a little vague, Xu Le still recognized the three words 'Qianqiu Sword' and killed them for thousands of years with one sword.

"What a big tone, kill a thousand years with a sword, isn't this swordsmanship a powerful mess?" Xu Le couldn't help pouted. He estimated that it was a graffiti left by an arrogant person.

Quietly observing the every move of the person in the picture, about half an hour later, Xu Le's eyes condensed on the mud ball and the knife.

Suddenly, he did his manual.

The flat knife flashed with cold light, ups and downs, and pieces of mud fell like snowflakes.

Xu Le's eyes were very focused, and only the blade and the ever-changing mud mass were reflected in his pupils. His five fingers are extremely flexible, and the flat knife is like nothing in his hand. Every trace of power control is perfect. A trace of carved knife marks appear, and the mud ball gradually has the prototype of a clay doll.

Carving pays attention to one go, and the mind is integrated into the blade, so that the carved clay puppet will be vivid. Xu Le has been specializing in this for more than ten years, so his whole mind has focused on one point. As time goes by, he gradually forgets everything around him.

The five fingers bounced, bringing out a remnant of shadow. Maybe the rise and fall speed of the blade was too fast, and Xu Le's hand made a hissing air cutting sound.

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly there was a crisp sound, and the mud puppet in his hand broke into countless pieces. The blade drew an arc and left a deep bone wound on his left hand.

The pain made Xu Le wake up suddenly, but his eyes could not focus, as if he were trapped in a sea of suffering by a strong soul.

"What just happened?"

Xu Le muttered to himself. His eyes were deep, and he was very puzzled when he saw more than a dozen mud scattered on the table.

"Forget yourself?"

As soon as Xu Le had such an idea in his mind, he jumped up like a frightened rabbit and even overturned the table.

This can't help but let him lose his calm mentality. A living person forgets his sense of existence, which means losing control of his body, which is an empty state.

"Did you inadvertently enter a state of emptiness?" Xu Le grabbed his hair and carefully recalled what had just happened, but he could no longer find the wonderful feeling of forgetting himself.

I tidy up the table and took the second mud ball, but after a long time, I was not calm, but became more and more impetuous. Xu Le sighed, threw the flat knife and mud mass on the table, and got up and walked out of the room.

As soon as he opened the door, he felt a few sharp eyes falling on him, and he didn't know when five uninvited guests came outside.

"Lu Dameng?"

The guy who had a problem with himself was staring at himself aggressively, and his posture must have come to find fault. The four people around him are all three-level hardening, but they are all disciples of Jianfeng, and their strength is only stronger than Lu Dameng.

"Brother Lu, is this boy the bold Xu Le, the ignorant madman who loves Mu Feifei? We just came back from the trial, but we want to see how capable he is.

Xu Le felt an ominous feeling in his heart. Now that the seventh master is not here, if these five people really want to be cruel to themselves, they will never escape.

"Lu Dameng, what do you mean by bringing four brothers here?"

What does it mean? Your boy pretends to be confused. In a word, he knelt down and made ten kowtows to the four brothers to apologize. Your wild words and disrespectful behavior of Feifei will be written off. Otherwise, I will break your legs alive and make you never stand up.

Lu Dameng is more arrogant than yesterday.

If you want to kowtow and admit your mistake, you will never do it. There are hundreds of thousands of disciples in Jiujian Valley. If you kneel today, you will never be able to raise your head in the future.

Thinking of this, Xu Le hugged his fist and said, "I don't know what you mean by saying these words? If you don't get it wrong, the four brothers are all disciples of Jianfeng. I want to remind you not to be provoked by villains, so as not to get a bad reputation for bullying more and less.

Lu's fierce face changed sharply, and he was really broken by Xu Le. He jumped out quickly, pointed to his nose and shouted, "Bad boy, how dare you argue. After the magic hand master left yesterday, how did you brag in front of many peers? Sister Feifei is the rare proud daughter of my nine sword valley for thousands of years. In the future, she will enter the holy land to practice. You are a bastard who is not as good as an ant. You even said that you have loved her for a long time, and that you have to practice hard and must marry Sister Feifei in the future.

"Xu Le, how else do you want to argue in front of the four brothers?"

In the end, Lu shouted fiercely, and the whole popularity condensed, like a hungry and ferocious wolf pounced on Xu Le, and a claw shadow shrouded his head.

Xu Le had been ready for defense for a long time, but Lu Dameng's black-and-white words made him so angry that he almost jumped on it desperately, but reason still let him dodge.

"Rolling Stone Fist."

Xu Le exerts a high-class martial arts, with a big opening and closing boxing, both offensive and defensive. If he meets a person with comparable strength, it is enough to have the upper hand, but he is facing Lu Dameng, who is much more powerful than him, and the other party's martial arts are still Mahayana level. In contrast, he suddenly looks dwarfed.

"Ignorant maniac, kneel down."

Lu Da's fierce momentum was stronger, and his nine-shot claws were like divine hooks. He grabbed Xu Le's fist directly with his strength, and then grabbed his heart horizontally.

How cruel!

Xu Le had to perform the dragon and snake dance. The torn pain surged into his heart again, and his right arm was bloody, and he was seriously injured by Lu Da's fierce nine-shot claws.

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