Seeing Chang Wei's melancholy expression, Huang Rong couldn't help blinking her crystal beautiful eyes, and asked curiously, "Brother Chang Wei, what are you thinking?" ”

"Nothing ......"

Looking at the delicate and pretty face of sixteen-year-old Xiao Huang Rong, Chang Wei felt melancholy, and suddenly swept away, he thought:

"Rong'er is only 16 years old this year, and we still have a lot of time. Even if there is no practice of the Easy School? With my talent, understanding, and physique, before the age of thirty, I may not be able to reach the realm of Xiaoyaozi! When I reach that realm, and have a deep enough accumulation of martial arts in the future, I may not be able to create a technique that can not only live a long and youthful life, but also suitable for Rong'er's cultivation! ”

Aren't all the martial arts in the world created by their predecessors?

The predecessors could create exercises, but why can't they be forced by Changwei?

It's nothing more than Huang Shang creating the "Nine Yin True Scripture", which is just a matter of accumulation.

If you want to "accumulate thickly", you must get enough nutrients.

As soon as he thought of this, Chang Wei, who was not interested in the Tianshan Folding Plum Hand and the Tianshan Six Yang Palm, cheered up again and decided to seriously write down the Tianshan Folding Plum Hand and the Tianshan Six Yang Palm, study it, and turn it into his own martial arts.

At that moment, Chang Wei held the night pearl, came to the stone wall, looked at the stone wall attentively, and imprinted all the pictures and formulas on the stone wall into his mind with extraordinary memory.

Although the Tianshan Folding Plum Hand and the Tianshan Six Yang Palms are broad and profound, Chang Wei does not seek to understand at this time, only to remember, so it is only half an hour younger, and all the vulture martial arts on the stone walls on all sides are imprinted in his mind and memorized them firmly.

After memorizing, he held the Night Pearl in one hand and Huang Rong's little hand in the other, and returned the same way with her.

On the way, I saw Huang Rong in her other hand, still carrying the iron plate, and couldn't help but smile and ask, "Rong'er, what are you doing with this iron plate?" ”

Huang Rong said with a smile: "This is the suicide note of the predecessor who once had unparalleled martial arts in the world, of course I have to take it back to collect!" Daddy is a big collector of these antiquities. Besides, the calligraphy of Xiaoyaozi's predecessors is elegant and chic, like a dragon, and my father will like it when he sees it.

"Also, Brother Chang Wei, didn't you tell me a story about 'Xia Ke Island'? That Shi Potian can realize peerless martial arts from the handwriting and strokes of a poem "Chivalry Travel" on Xia Ke Island, and Brother Chang Wei may also be able to see some of the mysteries of martial arts of his predecessors from the books left by Xiaoyaozi's predecessors. ”

Chang Wei said with a smile: "The "Chivalrous Journey" on Xia Ke Island is the deliberate inheritance of the predecessors, and the mystery of peerless martial arts is hidden in the handwriting and strokes of Taibai's poems. And the martial arts of Xiaoyaozi's predecessors have long been passed on to his disciples, and this iron plate will not be deliberately left in the book. ”

Huang Rong said very seriously: "Xiaoyaozi's predecessors have disciples, and they really won't deliberately hide the inheritance of martial arts in the iron plate book. However, the handwriting on this iron plate seems to be carved with fingers. Fingers carved on an iron plate are unheard of, and only the means of 'holding iron into clay' can be used.

"That being the case, when Xiaoyaozi's predecessors carved words, they will be lucky to fingers, and when they leave a book, between the turns of the strokes, they will also inadvertently leave some traces of their luck, with Brother Chang Wei's understanding, maybe you can see some of it?"

Chang Wei laughed: "Rong'er, you can really lift me." Well, I'll take a closer look and see if I can learn anything from it. ”

The two of them went out of the secret passage, and followed the zigzag passage dug by Changwei for more than a month, and returned to the ground.

At this time, it was already dusk, and fine snowflakes were floating on the misty peak. The two had dinner and returned to the tent, and in the light of the cold moon of the night pearl, they looked at Xiaoyaozi's iron plate book.

Chang Wei held the one-foot-square, inch-thick black iron plate, and his index finger slowly outlined it on the iron plate, and said with emotion:

"The martial arts of Xiaoyaozi's predecessors are really incredible. I relied on the 'iron arm' and used all my strength to destroy the claws of the gods, but I could only leave a three-third-deep mark on the iron plate, and it could only be the moment of the explosion, and I could not continue to leave marks. Xiaoyaozi's predecessors were able to use their fingertips to continuously and steadily write words more than half an inch deep on the iron plate, each word was the same depth, and the charm of calligraphy could be guaranteed...... This kind of skill is really terrifying and terrifying! ”

Burst output and sustained output are very different.

The Five Peerless Grandmasters, one blow broke out, destroying the stele and cracking the stone, but even Wang Chongyang couldn't use his fingers to write on the solid stone at will.

And Xiaoyaozi can not only write on the iron plate, but also the handwriting is chic and elegant, showing his calligraphy cultivation, which proves that he is completely comfortable when carving the iron plate. The tough iron plate was no different from ordinary dirt to him.

This is the cultivation of "holding iron into mud".

Chang Wei is now able to easily grasp the bluestone with the Claw of the Destroying Spirit, knead the softer gold like dough, and easily break the Hundred Refining Steel Sword with his fingers, but for the iron plate that is thick enough, his finger power can only leave a three-point [1 cm] deep imprint, which is still a long distance compared to Xiaoyaozi's stable handwriting that is more than half an inch [more than 1.6 cm] deep.

sighed for a while about Xiaoyaozi's cultivation, Chang Wei looked at Xiaoyaozi's iron plate book in Huang Rong's expectant gaze, not caring about the depth of the handwriting, nor paying attention to the content of the text, only observing the font itself, and carefully looking at the stroke turns of each text.

Looking at it, all kinds of indescribable mystical realizations came to Mo Ming's heart. So he held the iron plate in one hand, and with the other hand he couldn't help but raise it, stretched out his index finger, and waved his fingertips in the air to make a writing motion.

At first, it was unusual, but as his fingertips danced faster and faster, a sneering sound like a sharp weapon breaking through the air gradually came from his fingertips.

Huang Rong's eyes widened and she looked at his index finger from the side. I saw that with every movement of his index finger, a transparent ripple would faintly bloom in front of his fingertips, as if his fingertips were not in the air, but in the water.

Gradually, the sneering sound from his fingertips became louder and louder, and the transparent ripples of the Dao became more and more eye-catching, even if he didn't gather his eyes to look closely, he could see clearly.

As the layers of ripples overlapped and spread with each other, suddenly, the sound of cracking silk sounded, and on the wall of the tent three feet away from Chang Wei, a few openings suddenly cracked, and after a closer look, those openings formed a text.

The cracking sound was out of control.

Chang Wei's fingertips danced non-stop, and the sound of cracking silk also kept ringing, and on the wall of the tent opposite, one thin mouth after another was quickly cracked, forming one text after another.

Huang Rong read it, exactly:

"Sigh that life is not at the right time, even if the world is long, not old and long, and you can't really live forever, only to spend the time of Sanjiazi...... Sigh sigh! ”

It turned out that when Xiaoyaozi left a book on the iron plate, he was at ease, and there was no leakage of luck.

Only when writing the last few lines of the book, I felt that I was born at the wrong time, and my life was like a dream, and under the emotional turmoil, I finally couldn't restrain myself, and my strength overflowed from my fingertips.

The tent opposite Chang Wei finally broke open completely under the force of his continuous air fingers, and the cold wind howled in, making Chang Wei wake up and stop waving his index finger.

Huang Rong clenched her fists and asked excitedly, "Brother Chang Wei, have you realized the exercises?" ”

"Hmm." Chang Wei smiled and nodded: "I have realized a fingering technique, which can send out invisible finger force, and the finger force is condensed on the fingertips, and it is not emitted outward, but like a finger that grows three feet in the air - as my skill improves, the 'length' of this invisible finger force will continue to increase." ”

To put it simply, Chang Wei's fingering, just like the Jedi's "lightsaber", is usually just a short "sword handle" [finger], once infused with the "Force" [internal force], it can pop up a "light blade" [finger force] in the air, condensed but not dispersed, free to send and receive, and invisible and traceless, which is difficult to prevent.

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