Chapter 67: Making Something Out of Nothing

Liu Suifeng was a little unbelieving, and once again put his hand on the shining lotus carving, and his heart couldn't help but feel weird.

First there was a coolness, followed by that texture, very soft and light, and the willow felt it really with the wind.

It turned out that what Liu touched with the wind was not a stone, not moonlight, but a genuine, fake lotus.

Slowly, Liu Suifeng gradually closed his eyes, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, as if he had seen something.

In the bright moonlight, a middle-aged man stood upright, looking up at the bright moon, and raised his hands upward.

The moonlight cheered and poured in, illuminating his hands, making them bright, glowing with a faint fluorescence and a light white, which looked very clean and pure, as if they were made of ten white jades, giving people a sense of holiness.

In his hands, the moonlight was like a child, cheering, jumping, and hugging.

Accumulating more and more, gathering denser and denser, the moonlight seemed to have enough strength, converging towards his palm.

Eventually, the moonlight turned into moonstone, and with a light of his fingertips, a lancet was drilled.

Seeing the lancet, Liu Suifeng's heart was shocked, but he was even more puzzled by this situation.

Slowly, Liu Suifeng closed his eyes, but saw all this more clearly.

The lancet in the hands of the middle-aged man was full of moonlight, flying knife flowers, butterflies were waved like flowers, and ten thousand swords were awakened like a chorus, and the moonlight stone was carved into a lotus in a moment.

Liu Suifeng did not open his eyes, but withdrew his hand and stroked the lotus carving again, and that scene came to his mind again.

Watching it over and over again, pondering over and over again, Liu Suifeng firmly believed in the truth of "repeating true knowledge", and watched the whole process countless times.

When Liu Suifeng opened his eyes, the sky was already dark.

When the sun roams in the void from east to west, Liu Suifeng's eyes are closed, and when the sun is from cool to hot, from hot to mild, Liu Suifeng's eyes are still closed.

Between Liu Suifeng's eyes closing and opening, one day of time passed.

To be precise, in the ancestral land of the demon clan, he has already spent a day and a night.

Liu Suifeng looked at the bright moon in the sky, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he slowly walked to the open space.

Stretching out his hands, Liu looked up at the sky with the wind, and his bright eyes cast towards the moon.

Seeing the moon in his eyes, Liu Suifeng stretched out his hand, as if to hold the moon.

So, the moonlight fell, a bit like summer rain, sparse at first, gradually dripping, and soon pouring pots.

Gradually, Liu Suifeng's palms felt as if they had some weight, at first it was only like a baht, and gradually it was like a stone in his hand, and soon it was as heavy as a thousand catties.

And the moonlight gradually changed its shape, its body and essence changed, it was light as empty at first, gradually viscous as oil, and soon as hard as stone.

When the moonlight turned into a moonstone and no longer expanded, Liu Suifeng withdrew his gaze from the moon and cast it on the moonstone in front of him.

Liu Suifeng knew that what he was pinching was not a physical stone, but a void of light.

The moonlight is void and untouchable, but the willow follows the wind to make it from formless and phaseless, to shapeless.

Seeing the moonstone lying in his palms, Liu Suifeng was a little suspicious, doubting everything that had just happened.

Doubt is doubt, Liu Suifeng's movements were not interrupted because of this, but became more flexible. His fingertips, very suddenly, a lancet appeared, and as soon as the lancet appeared, it flew away.

The lancet in Liu Suifeng's hand, just like the one in the hand of a middle-aged man, was full of moonlight, flying knife flowers, butterflies were waved like flowers, and ten thousand swords were awakened in unison, and the moonlight stone was carved into a lotus in an instant.

At the moment when the carved lotus was formed, a thunderbolt fell from the sky in the void, and Liu Suifeng was about to dodge, but found that it was too much.

When the thunder smashed on the light mask, it aroused a dense sword light, and those sword lights slashed horizontally and vertically, shattering the thunder.

The shattering thunder, glowing with fiery red mixed with blue, and blue with snow-white electric light in the middle, came and went faster.

When those sword lights were aroused, Liu Suifeng sensitively found that there were a total of one hundred and eight sword lights.

And, the most bizarre thing is that when one hundred and eight sword lights appeared together, they suddenly condensed into a lotus.

Just turned the moonlight into a lotus carving, and only then did he see the sword light condensed into a lotus, and Liu Suifeng was thoughtful.

Liu Suifeng clearly saw that when the thunder touched the lotus condensed by the sword light, it was shattered and disappeared.

Suddenly, Liu Suifeng seemed to understand something, the sword light did not directly turn into a lotus, it should have turned from light to stone first, and then a stone formed a lotus.

It's just that all this happened too fast, and the process from light to stone and from stone to lotus that should have happened exceeded Liu Suifeng's current perception.

Liu Suifeng couldn't help but be surprised, who was the person who left himself here, who could be so meritorious?

Thinking of this, a new doubt suddenly rose in Liu Suifeng's heart: "Why did the middle-aged man condense the sword light into a lotus?"

At this moment, a faint smell of wine came out of the wine bag placed at the head of the bed, climbed out of the window along the moonlight, and passed through the void to the nostrils of Liu Suifeng.

Involuntarily, Liu Suifeng's nostrils twitched, the wings of his nose fanned, and his eyes brightened.

Shaking his nose, Liu followed the fragrance with the wind, and took a step towards the hut, his eyes fixed on the bedside.

Seeing the fragrance of the wine bag, Liu Suifeng was a little surprised, and he clearly remembered that he had drunk it all.

And now, where the aroma of the wine in the wine bag came from, Liu Suifeng is unknown.

Liu Suifeng didn't know that when he closed his eyes to the lotus carving during the day to learn the art, the sunlight passed through the window and entered the wine sac.

Liu Suifeng didn't know that when he was in front of the moonlight at night, the moonlight passed through the window and entered the wine bag.

What Liu Suifeng didn't know was that after the sunlight and moonlight entered the wine sac, they fused with each other and evolved into a drop of turbid wine.

Yes, the wine is turbid, just like the dantian of the willow with the wind, chaotic.

The rich aroma of wine came to his face, and the wound on Liu Suifeng's wrist left by the light cover sword light turned out to be numb.

Blessed to the soul, Liu Suifeng poured out a little of the wine in the wine bag, sprinkled it on the wound, and the wound disappeared.

In the previous life, wine could only kill bacteria, when would it be able to heal the wound?

Liu Suifeng didn't want to, but he had to admit that the world is really different now!