Of course, this idea only arose for a moment, and then I denied it with self-deprecation: how could Lao Du be a martial arts master?

The biggest possibility is that practice makes perfect. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Hua Manlou told me before that when chopping firewood, you have to find a feeling, because every firewood has its own [texture].

As long as it is something that grows in nature, it has a texture.

The meat has a texture, and the tree has a texture.

If you find this texture, you can easily cut the meat by following the texture.

Similarly, if you chop firewood along the texture, it can also be easy to split firewood.

I've been practicing for a long time, but I can't find the "texture" that Hua Manlou said.

Hua Manlou just smiled and told me that there was no other reason and he was not familiar with his hands.

He told me that no matter what you do, if you do it to the extreme, if you do it one in a million, it will become a habit.

For example, there was once an old man who sold oil who could put a copper coin on the mouth of a gourd, and then use a funnel to pump oil and pour the oil out of the copper coin, so as to ensure that not a drop of oil was spilled.

At that time, people were surprised and asked him: why was he able to do this?

The oil seller only said one sentence: only the hand is familiar.

Now, Lao Du gives me the feeling that it is like a performance of extreme familiarity.

Could it be that Lao Du beats snakes with a stick every day?

Under the offensive of Lao Du and me, groups of green snakes seemed to know that they were scared and slipped away one after another.

We both stopped, gasping for air.

At this time, it was already noon, and the scorching sun was like a torch, sprinkled on the ground, making those corpse lice smell of burning.

The ultraviolet rays in the sun's rays are the nemesis of almost all yin evil, which makes me understand why the corpse demons control these green snakes through the corpse lice, instead of directly attacking us with corpse lice.

Old Jun breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the Ice Spirit Sword in my hand, and asked me, "Big brother, your sword looks sharp." ”

I didn't hide it from him, and nodded: "Yes, the material of this sword is very special. ”

"If that's the case," Lao Du hesitated for a moment, as if thinking about something very important, but soon he made a decision and gritted his teeth: "Brother, you can lend me the sword." ”

I wondered, "What are you doing with your sword?"

"That's right. Lao Du explained to me: "At the beginning, the Taoist chief pressed Chunhua back into the coffin at the cost of his own life. But one of Chunhua's hands, as if rooted, remained outside the coffin, affecting the well water.

I found that all animals that drank the water from the well would be controlled by the spring flower and influenced by her.

I suppose I could cut off her hand, alas!"

Lao Du began to sigh again.

There is a saying: pity the hearts of parents all over the world.

Even if his daughter has become a corpse.

"I'll help you. I saw that Lao Du was very depressed and sat on the ground again, so I patted him on the shoulder and told him.

"But ......"

Lao Du wanted to say something more, but I replied: "This sword is very sharp, you have never used it, and it is easy to be injured by mistake." ”

It doesn't matter if you cut through some skin or something, what you are most worried about is the ice power in this Ice Spirit Sword.

This kind of power, as long as it invades the flesh and blood, it will freeze the blood vessels, and a mortal like Lao Du is afraid that he will not be able to withstand the power in the sword.

When Lao Du heard me say this, he was no longer reluctant, and nodded: "Okay! Then it's troublesome big brother!"

I asked Lao Du to lead the way in front, and we immediately rushed to the front.

Soon, in front of my eyes, there were ruins and broken rubbles, and the abandoned village I saw yesterday afternoon appeared in front of me again.

In the wreckage of the wall, the earthen house I entered yesterday still stands quietly in the ruins.

Lao Du told me that the house was the house of the former village chief of Huaishu Village.

In the matter of Su Yu and Chunhua, the village chief is considered to be the culprit, so even after their death, Chunhua is not willing to let them go, but enslaves their souls and locks them in the house.

Not far in front of the earthen house, Lao Du found a big rock and told me, "This is it." ”

Lao Du and I worked together to move the big stone away, and sure enough, a well was exposed underneath.

This well is exactly the same as the one I saw in the ghost world last night, the only difference is that the well I encountered last night did not have stone slabs on it.

The bottom of the well was pitch black, and a pool of clear water could be vaguely seen.

"About a meter down, you can see the hands of the corpses. Lao Du gave me a gesture at this time, and he was even a little excited.

I answered and tested the wall with my hands.

Due to the long absence of daylight, the walls of the well have long been covered with slippery and greasy moss.

Lao Du picked up two dry logs from the side, picked them up vigorously, and then peeled off the moss on the wall of the well.

I tried again, and sure enough, it didn't slip.

Taking the dry wood from Lao Du's hand, I balanced it with my two feet, and then slowly climbed down into the well.

I climbed very slowly and cautiously.

No way, the impression left on me by the corpse before was too deep.

According to Lao Du, my toes soon touched the water.

On this water, there is not a single suspended corpse like in the ghost realm last night.

I couldn't see it very clearly on it, but when I came down, I found that there were still dense insects floating on this water.

Dead lice!

These insects swim around in the water, and at a glance, there are only tens of thousands, which makes people have goosebumps all over their bodies.

Lao Du said that the outstretched arm was about a meter below the well water.

But the Ice Spirit Sword is less than a meter, and if you want to cut off your arm, you have to at least stretch your hand down.

I thought about it, pulled out the Ice Spirit Sword from behind me, and slashed slightly at my palm.

The blade didn't even touch my skin, and it sliced through my palm just by the light of the sword.

Cyan blood flowed from my palm and into the well water below.

Patches of corpse lice rolled wildly in the water, devouring my blood.

Then, as in the previous scene in the poplar forest, as soon as the corpse lice got blood, they tossed a few times, then turned over and did not move.

The blood of the living corpse is so awesome that it can't even stand the corpse lice.

I thought, spread my feet into a "one" shape, and use the wood in my hands to cut the corpses of the corpses of the corpses on the water.

Looking at it vaguely, although I didn't see it very clearly, I was still sure that there was indeed an arm underneath!

This arm is the arm that the corpse has come out of the coffin!

My arm had been soaked in the water for a long time, and it was the same as I had seen in my dreams, covered with corpse lice, and all the flesh and blood had been lost, leaving only a small part stuck to it, which looked terrifying.

And at this time, under my gaze, my arm slowly moved, as if to greet me.