"The old man doesn't bully you, this time he will use the same material to engrave!"

Zhong Yuanjia took out a small iron man as tall as his forearm, shook it towards Mo, and said:

"As long as the lines are engraved on its body, this villain will sense the mystery of the lines, and fight with each other to determine the final winner!

Xiang Mo Wenyan was also stunned, and couldn't help asking:

"Why are you telling me this!"

Zhong Yuanjia smiled coldly and said:

"Because you can't go to the refining conference at all, you're bound to go back in disgrace!"

Xiang Mo frowned, looked at a Dharma Printing Platform in front of him, and smiled.

In the world of Infa, he grew up so fast that even he was amazed.

Coupled with the mysteries of yin and yang that he had just realized, he had now realized the earth, fire, water, and thunder in the five elements, as well as a trace of heavenly power of the heavenly tribulation, and all kinds of mysteries were added, giving him a sense of urgency to show everything here.

However, after thinking about it for a while, he gave up on this unrealistic idea.

There is a way to be a thousand, you must know the way to choose, half-hearted, it is better to be single-minded.

What's more, this Zhong Yuanjia has been engaged in printing and distributing for a long time, and his attainments are unfathomable.

For a while, I didn't know how to write.

On the other side, Zhong Yuanjia had already become a bamboo in his chest, dipped in the metal droplets that had been prepared around him, and kept flying on the villain with the stitch.

After a while, he left the villain with both hands, and a little green silk glowing yellow between his fingers bloomed, far away from the villain.

The green silk is like a pen and a knife, constantly walking and carving in the villain, forming one after another lines, linked together to form a dense golden curtain.

When all the green silk condensed into a ball, Zhong Yuanjia's hands moved again, hooking up and down like a butterfly wearing flowers, and his ten fingers trembled or pulled or twisted or stretched, controlling the lines to flutter in the air, exuding brilliance from time to time, grabbing people's hearts.

Everyone looked at it, only felt that it was sophisticated and skillful, its needle strength was not lost, the posture was not exaggerated, the handwriting flowed smoothly, such as a beautiful picture scroll, engraved on it, and the people who saw it were relished and could not extricate themselves.

Immediately someone was like this by him

"This ...... Is it the handiwork of the master of the Hinda, it's like a miracle!"

"It's really amazing, although I don't know what is depicted, but even if I am so far away, I can feel the thick and steady breath transmitted from it, it seems that there are not only imprints on it, but also countless mountains in it!"

One frowned and wondered,

"Hmph, the master's handwriting, how can mortals speculate, I don't know if that kid's brain is in the water, and he actually wants to test the print with the master, it's really self-defeating, self-humiliating!"

One person saw that Xiang Mo didn't move for a long time, thinking that he was afraid, and couldn't help but mock.

"Who says it's not, the Immortal Refining Pavilion is really the world of the Seal Master, and the Seal Master I have seen before is simply not given a level, it's really eye-opening! That kid is finished, he will completely break with the Refining Immortal Pavilion in the future, and he will never be able to get the seal of the Seal Master again!"

......

Everyone talked about it, but they only felt that Zhong Yuanjia's hand was too beautiful, and Xiang Mo was more like a footnote to the master who came to foil him, it was not worth mentioning at all, or it was a joke.

No one cares what lines Xiang Mo will carray, because in their eyes, Xiang Mo is destined to defeat and has no possibility of victory.

If it really can't be verified in the future, then his mark will not be recognized, and he will not be allowed to sell any air-sealed weapons to the market, and the result will be very bleak.

Xiang Mo didn't pay attention to these people's words and eyes, just thinking, constantly thinking, thinking about his life experience, thinking about the road he had traveled, the people he had killed, and the people who had helped him.

Life is a long road, there are many passers along the way, and there are many memories left, but there is always such a love for all people, supporting him to move forward.

This affection or family affection, or love, or friendship, is remembered a lot, and it naturally has a different taste when you taste it.

When I was a child, I had a deep friendship, I had no guesses, I was happy and simple, I had someone to help me when I grew up, I made friends, and I had a smooth journey.

Friendship is a vast and grand embankment of understanding that can be safely inhabited at any time, while love is a mysterious and boundless spiritual illumination that can make people forget their tears and become chic.

Because of love, Xiang Mo is not lonely, and it is precisely because of love that Xiang Mo can not be bumpy and move forward all the way.

Then why not use love as the essence to depict a line!

Once Xiang Mo decided, he began to write.

His seal was held very steadily and gently, without any shaking, nor was it controlled from a distance like Zhong Yuanjia.

Instead, one stroke at a time, carefully carved on the villain's body.

The content of his carving is not as complex as Zhong Yuanjia's, and there are only some people and things on it, which are simple and clear at a glance.

Different from Zhong Yuanjia's inscription, Xiang Mo is more like painting, making some pictures of his life, which are sour and sweet, bitter and salty, and all kinds of life, blending in one stroke.

I don't know when, when Xiang Mo looked at this little iron man, his mind was confused, as if this little iron man was himself, and he had become a little iron man.

The lines on its body jumped out at once, and fell around it and turned into mountains, water, grass and trees, houses and houses, and old people and children, friends and brothers.

And he seems to have returned to the past, living with these illusionary people, laughing when he is happy, crying when he is sad, working together in the face of difficulties, and mourning together in the face of death.

His heart unconsciously felt liberated, and all kinds of murderous aura in the past seemed to be dissolved by such a happy scene, and all kinds of vendettas, all kinds of evil fate, with laughter and laughter, all dissipated in the world of lines.

For a while, Xiang Mo only felt that his mind was clear, and his mind was comfortable, as if he had opened a door, and suddenly he was enlightened, as if he had moved a stone, so that the flowing water could flow unimpeded.

He looked at the sky, and only felt that the sky was more wide, and looked at the earth, but he felt that the earth was deeper.

Heaven and earth can no longer be an obstacle to his progress, and people and emotions can no longer interfere with his determination.