In the thatched house, Mo Li was engrossed, intently scanning all the decorations in the room, especially the books displayed on the shelves, which had already been covered with a thick layer of dust, obviously there had been a lot of time when no one had come here, and even the space was filled with a faint smell of decay, but Mo Li's heart trembled, and he muttered in his heart, why is such a thatched house so desolate, why haven't I heard the senior brothers talk about it.

Pick up a book on the shelf, it has become as yellow as autumn leaves, and there are some wrinkles, there is no surprise in the appearance, the palm of the hand patted the dust again, opened the book, stared at the handwriting on the book with burning eyes, and was stunned.

After a while, Mo Li seemed to remember something in his heart, staring at this handwriting strangely, this is the handwriting from Tianchenzi, whether each word is extremely sloppy, like a dragon and a phoenix, tortoiseshell is lined up, like an iron hook and silver stroke, vigorous and powerful.

What is recorded in the book is his view of time, as if it is a person's self-talk, or a monologue, but Mo Li is deeply attracted, his eyes are shining, although what Tianchenzi recorded is not a magic spell, nor is it a brute art, but his little insights seem to open another road to endless illusion for Mo Li.

He involuntarily sat down on the ground, the whole body and mind were immersed in it, even Nangong Ling, who had been standing, did not notice it in the slightest, and finally the helpless Nangong Ling had to exit the door stupidly, pouted, and returned to the cave again.

Time passed gradually, but Mo Li in the thatched house still did not move at all, and was still immersed in the sea of books.

In the gloomy room, Mo Li watched with his cloak spreading, his eyes sunken into his sockets, and the books in his hand had long since changed a few times, each of which seemed to open some doors for him, making it suddenly dawn on him, especially some of the divergent opinions about the Holy Law of Fighting in the past, and now they have also been sublimated in watching the Zha Ji of Tianchenzi.

The holy method of fighting, one move and one technique, extremely sublimated, ever-changing, unpredictable, but this every animal, and even every detail, is derived from the primitive behavior of every brute beast, they are like the inhabitants of the earth, walking between heaven and earth, if you want to face not only the intrusion of natural disasters, but also the cruelty of the jungle, every surviving brute beast has its superiority, especially in capturing prey, defending against attacks, and even luring the enemy to go deeper, carrying out counter-attacks, there are commonalities, and each of these actions will cause sublimation and transformation after years of precipitation and baptism, so as to become a strong man in every fieldThis is an inevitable development path from low to high!

But when the spells are still at an end, when all the brute beasts in the heavens and the earth have been naturalized by the Fighting Saint Method, does it mean that the magic of the Quasi-Fighting Saint Law has changed to the end, although this is a very distant and absurd idea, but it is a real existence!

Just like the Gusu Murong clan back then, where did they originate, but no matter where they were, they will eventually be the human race, and where did the human race evolve from, are they apes?

Mo Li couldn't help but flash such a thought in his mind, just because of the ape's agility and even his physique is very similar to the form of a human, he can not only speak human words, but also be able to do what the human race can do, such as cultivation and hunting in the mortal world, which are their forte!

Just like the primordial true image that kept spinning in his mind, as long as he completed the mastery of every brute beast and brute technique, a brute beast would also condense in his mind, just like the ancestor of their race, and the whole body was filled with a primitive aura.

Mo Li was constantly torturing himself in his heart, what kind of primeval relic could unify and fuse the spells experienced by all the brute beasts, was this really what the Fighting Saint Ape had done?

It kept torturing itself, constantly deducing, and the reckless bull was the first to come to mind, his horns and even his strong and powerful body, like a strong man with a big waist and a round waist, full of a sense of power, under the reading of Mo Li's books, and once again carried out the drill from beginning to end.

Immediately afterwards, the brute beasts recorded in the primordial true picture in his mind all floated out involuntarily, all condensed behind Mo Li.

Mo Li's heart became more and more ethereal, he seemed to know why the senior brothers always called him old man, the ink in his body was really very rich.

Time still didn't stop, and Mo Li still didn't come out of the thatched house, during which Nangong Ling had been here many times, but every time she came over, she could only see the door closed, and the more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and her tiger teeth were revealed again.

It wasn't until after the seventh day that Mo Li walked out of the thatched hut, but instead of leaving, he fixed his eyes on another thatched hut next to it, and hesitantly pushed the door open, and then closed it again, but his face became cloudy again when his eyes looked at the decorations in the room again, and his throat involuntarily squirmed, as if his mouth was dry.

In the second thatched house, all the shelves are displayed with carved statues, each statue seems to be lifelike brute beasts, they are strangely shaped, as if encompassing all the brute beasts in this heaven and earth, Mo Li also saw some ancient relics he knew and seen, such as Zhu Qian, Bi Fang, Qi Qi, Jinpeng, Phoenix and Qilin, everything.

And each of their lines is full of detail, as if every line has become their best carving, as if it can be imagined that every line of these ancient relics has become incomparably distinct and profound.

Mo Li couldn't help but be shocked, the moment he saw them for the first time, they seemed to have come back to life and exuded a unique charm, which shocked his heart, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart, wondering how such a simple sculpture could carry endless divinity, which made him feel incredible.

And for the sculpture he is very clear, once in the ancient tribe was he took the initiative to learn the carving of the statue, now so many years have passed, such a profound memory is still fresh in the memory, as if yesterday!

Mo Li's heart was hot, he picked up the carved wood on the shelf that had not yet been carved, concentrated, concentrated, and kept his eyes on it, his body and mind completely melted into the carved wood, as if his soul was moving rapidly with the shaking of the blade, and even his emotions were poured like a trickle in an instant......

The carved wood and stone chips in his hand are flying rapidly, and strange lines are gradually flowing in his hands, like a rugged mountain road, twisting and turning, and his emotions have become more and more realistic after pouring them out.

This is a statue of a woman, it is Nangong Xue, the lover in his memory, the pain in his memory, now separated by time and space, separated by the long river of years, still gives his soul sustenance, and even his divine sense has become sensitive and introverted invisibly......