"Not really. Lu Qiming shook his head and said. He was also shocked when he first saw it, but when he saw it a second time, he denied this possibility. He carefully observed the stone wall and said, "Judging from the strength and sword habits, these indiscriminate carvings and the previous handwriting are definitely the work of one person. ”

Lu Qiming approached the stone wall and found that the part with the cut was significantly concave than the other stone walls, and some of the strokes of the characters remained on the outside of some of the concaves. He looked at it for a while, frowned, and said, "The content of the martial arts was originally written here, but for some reason, the mansion master himself scraped off the handwriting and replaced it with the current random carving." ”

Speaking of this, Lu Qiming suddenly paused, and thought in his heart: "Is this really a random carving? Could it have other meanings?" He looked at these carvings more attentively, and suddenly realized that this was clearly a deduction process of martial arts.

At this time, Song Ping'an had already walked to the other side. She suddenly stopped and called Lu Qiming: "Look, it's ...... here" But as soon as she was halfway through speaking, her voice stopped abruptly, and the whole person froze in place.

Lu Qiming came back to his senses, and he seemed to look over there, and his eyes instantly froze - there were still words there!

"Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!"

"I was completely wrong in the past, and now I'm right!"

"I saw it! I saw it! I saw it!

"Hate, hate, hate!"

"Just give me a little more time and I'll be able to get it done!"

"It will ......"

"I see!"

"I see...... God is going to kill me!"

In the end, only one sword remained that pierced deep into the stone wall, reaching the hilt.

The handwriting is scattered and the notches are so deep that they almost break out of the wall. The two looked at it and couldn't speak for a while.

After a long time, Song Ping'an whispered, his voice dry: "It's a pity." ”

Lu Qiming didn't answer, he just looked up at the stone walls all over the mountain, thoughtful.

......

The two silently returned to the second floor of the cave.

At this moment, the night is extremely deep, whether it is to study the exercises or refine the pills, it is not appropriate. After two days and one night, both of them were extremely tired, and they both knew that the most important thing to do now was to rest.

But the lord of Nafu is obviously not intimate enough to "make two beds in advance".

Lu Qiming looked at the stone bed on the second floor, blinked, and consciously cleaned up the dust on the ground with his palm wind, and sat on the ground.

Song Ping'an grabbed him, shook his head and said, "No, I'm not injured." Land...... Go to sleep!"

Lu Qiming smiled bitterly: "If I really sleep on the bed and let you sleep on the ground, then I really can't fall asleep anymore......

"Anyway, it just doesn't work. Song Ping'an wanted to refute but didn't know what to say, so he simply sat cross-legged on the ground first, and wanted to hold back a sentence for a long time: "The children of the rivers and lakes are not informal." And...... No one knows anyway. ”

Lu Qiming couldn't laugh or cry, was she really persuading herself? He looked around, took out his Nianci knife and slashed at the mountain wall--just make another stone bed.

The Nian Ci knife collided with the mountain wall, making a sharp sound, but the Nian Ci knife bounced off, and the mountain wall was not damaged at all. Only then did Lu Qiming know that he had underestimated the sturdiness of this refined mountain wall, and with his current state, it might be possible to make a scratch on the mountain wall with all his strength.

Song Ping'an sat on the ground and watched, smiling proudly.

Lu Qiming resisted the urge to roll his eyes, is he really happy to have only one bed? He turned around and walked back, sat opposite Song Ping'an, and said scoundrelly: "Anyway, I'll stay here, whether you go to bed or not." ”

"You ......" Song Ping'an was angry, his eyes looked at him, and he didn't let him go.

"Otherwise......" Lu Qiming's eyes rolled, and he suddenly said: "Let's both go to bed and sleep, it's quite big anyway." ”

"Then how can it be done!" Song Ping'an's eyes widened.

"The sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes are informal. Lu Qiming said solemnly, "And...... No one knows anyway. ”

Song Ping'an was stunned, and suddenly remembered that this was obviously what she had just said! She felt that she should refuse now, but for some reason she only felt that she wanted to laugh, and she only felt that all her strength was used to hold back her laughter, and she couldn't speak for a while.

The two sat opposite each other, staring at each other with wide eyes.

After a long time, Song Ping'an still couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

Lu Qiming smiled slightly, pulled her to stand up, "Let's go!"

......

On the stone bed, two people were lying back to back and in their clothes, and Song Ping'an slept outside. The stone bed is indeed not small, and it is more than enough for one more person to lie between them, but Song Ping'an's heart is still beating like a drum and he can't sleep.

She couldn't help but cover her eyes with her hands, lamenting in her heart that she was really stunned before, why did she listen to Lu Qiming's bad idea in a daze...... People who practice martial arts have no bad ear power, and Lu Qiming's breathing over there is clearly even and shallow, but it sounded like thunder to her, making her nervous. She was shy and couldn't help but worry if he would think he was a casual woman?......

In the dead of night, countless thoughts flew wildly, and I don't know how long it took for Song Ping'an to gradually feel sleepy.

......

In a place where Song Ping'an couldn't see, Lu Qiming listened to Song Ping'an's chaotic breathing, and the corners of his mouth hooked slightly.

He smiled silently and began to close his eyes.

The events that happened in the past two days passed through Lu Qiming's mind one by one, and gradually sorted out clearly. In the end, it was the chaos of the third layer that lingered.

Those countless chaotic and disorderly marks reappeared in his mind one by one, and he sank his heart, carefully watching, experiencing, and repeating them. Gradually, in Lu Qiming's eyes, they seemed to have a trace of regularity, and he gradually felt that every stroke in them had a clear meaning, and there were infinite mysteries in it, but he couldn't say what it was for a while.

The more Lu Qiming thought about it, the more he felt itchy, and finally couldn't help but get up quietly and returned to the third floor of the cave mansion again.

Silently, he walked to the middle of the hall, sat down cross-legged, and began to meditate.

Although Lu Qiming's memory is good, how can the effect be compared to directly visualizing the real stone carvings based on recall? The depth of each notch is different, and the strength of the representation is different. Although the nick is not a text, but to appreciate it with your heart, the sword intent revealed in it is more pure than any written description, and silence is better than sound.

Lu Qiming couldn't help but use all his mental strength to perceive and analyze it with all his might, completely forgetting everything around him, only to see the endless nicks constantly arranging and reorganizing, as if turning into a figure standing with a sword, reproducing that wonderful and peerless sword trick in one move!

He was fascinated by it, and his heart suddenly welled up with infinite emotion - any amazing masterpiece has such power - they all depict a certain truth, they are all the most true and beautiful existences.

Lu Qiming unconsciously pointed at the sword, repeatedly comparing and imitating in the void, constantly trying, and never getting tired of it.

At one point, as if to a soul, his fingers made a mark in the air—but he paused after only an inch, and his arm trembled slightly, as if something was hindering him from continuing.

He choked in the chest, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood - in that instant, he recovered nearly half of his internal strength and was directly drained!

Triggering the injury again, Lu Qiming's face turned a little paler, but he laughed softly, his eyes were clear and bright, like stars in the dark.