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This speed is several times faster than the time that Wu Yi himself adjusted after taking herbal tea.

In fact, Lin Zheng's physical strength did not need to cleanse the dust herbal tea for a long time, and the influence of the herbal tea on the internal qi, especially on the artistic conception of the Demon Suppression Technique, was even more important.

If it was in his own residence, Lin Zheng would of course have a good understanding of this change.

But the current environment is not enough for Lin Zheng to concentrate on cultivation, but there is no need to worry too much.

As long as you have the corresponding artistic conception of the exercises, it will not have much impact in a short period of time.

In normal times, Wu Yi would definitely ask Lin Zheng how he felt, but at the moment, he still estimated so much, so he hurriedly gestured to the other party with his eyes.

Wu Yi vaguely lifted the table with his hand, and then looked at the stone puppet behind Lin Zheng.

Seeing the solemnity in the other party's eyes, Lin Zheng realized that the other party might have something more important to express, and he also lightly lifted the small table in front of him.

The table shook slightly, and there was a tremendous pressure.

Lin Zheng withdrew his right hand, and with his strength, he could easily hold up the ironwood table, but this was not the point.

After a little thought, Lin Zheng understood the intention of Wu Yi's appearance just now.

It seems that this stone puppet is indeed not as simple as it seems on the surface, although the puppet cannot be evaluated by the cultivation of a normal martial artist, but the behavior of the stone puppet just now is indeed not easy to do.

This shows that the power of the stone puppet is at least a thousand catties, and as for the limit, it is impossible to judge.

Lin Zheng glanced back at the stone puppet that was completely stiff in the corner, and couldn't help but sweep over.

Perception touched the stone puppet's body, and the slight shock force made consciousness return in vain.

The appearance of the stone puppet looks like an ordinary rock, and it actually has the same effect as the Feng Yuan stone.

It's just that compared to the hard touch of Feng Yuanshi, the body of the stone puppet is much softer to the rebound power of recognition.

Lin Zheng became more and more curious about this stone puppet, but he didn't try it again, after all, this is Hua Zi's residence, which can be explained once, but if he makes a repeated move, it will be a bit rude.

Just when Lin Zheng had just regained his senses, the obsidian-like eyes of the stone puppet's head suddenly lit up.

A vague sense of awareness spread from the stone puppet mountain, if it weren't for Lin Zheng's keen observation of the sense, I'm afraid he would have missed this knowledge.

That consciousness quickly swept the entire hall like a wave of water, whether it was the four teenagers present or every item on display, the consciousness did not let go.

When the consciousness returned to the stone puppet's body, the light in the spar's eyes gradually faded.

From beginning to end, the stone puppet behaved like a dead thing, stiff and did not move too much, if it weren't for Lin Zheng looking at the stone puppet all the time, he would even miss the process of change in the other party's eyes.

Lin Zheng pondered for a moment, there was no doubt that the consciousness that radiated just now and the light that appeared in the stone puppet's eyes must be inextricably linked.

Turning his head, Lin Zheng saw Wu Yi's gaze asking for his opinion. He didn't know if Wu Yi saw the change in the stone puppet's eyes just now, but it was definitely impossible for the other party to detect that kind of knowledge.

Lin Zheng shook his head and motioned to the other party not to consult too much.

Seeing Lin Zheng was not too surprised, Wu Yi seemed to have taken a reassuring pill, and said that Wu Yi was of course the highest of the four people present, but when it was his turn to know, Wu Yi thought that he couldn't catch up with Lin Zheng if he was four.

Since the other party doesn't care, you don't have to worry about it.

Wu Yi began to look at the table, the other three cups of tea had already been drunk by Lin Zheng and others, what about the teapot.

When Wu Yi began to pay attention to the teapot, Lin Zheng got up by himself.

Seeing that the stone puppet did not stop him, Lin Zheng walked to the edge of the hall and looked at the paintings on the wall.

There is a painting hanging on each of the three bamboo walls in the entire hall, which is nothing more than some feng shui of landscapes, plants and trees.

Although Lin Zheng didn't know the quality of the paintings, these paintings were obviously not very good, at least they were much simpler than what Lin Zheng saw in his uncle Ning Yuanshan's house, and they seemed to be just the people who painted them.

But these paintings have another characteristic, although the technique is poor, but they have a special charm, even if it is just a few strokes of chatting, the row of tranquility and tranquility in nature will be undoubtedly leaked.

If we look at it purely from the artistic conception, there is no doubt that these three paintings are the best of the best.

The Demon Mind Method has just broken through, and Lin Zheng's Heart Sutra is also like being washed, without the restlessness of the past, and it is much calmer, it is precisely because of this relationship that Lin Zheng felt surprisingly restrained when he saw these paintings.

Invisibly, the artistic conception of the Demon Mind Method has a faint sense of breakthrough, but this feeling is more subtle, like a white horse passing through a gap, and there is no trace in a flash.

Lin Zheng knows that this kind of breakthrough in artistic conception is not so easy to succeed, and since he has missed it, he will not force it again.

After looking at the scroll on the left, Lin Zheng came to the front of the painting in the hall.

Unlike the other two ordinary landscape paintings, this one is a somewhat gloomy view of the mountains.

At first glance, Lin Zheng had a familiar feeling, but he couldn't tell where this feeling came from.

It stands to reason that although Lin Zheng has been to many places, the only ones who really stayed for a long time were Thunder Prison City and Jinyang City.

Of course, the environment of the former cannot be the same as that of Huahua, but Jinyang City does not have such a gloomy environment of high mountains as paintings.

Lin Zheng's gaze wandered through the painting until he saw a giant tree in the right corner.

Even if the average giant tree is thousands of years old, it is nothing more than a hundred zhang high, which is naturally dwarfed by the steep mountains of thousands of people.

But the giant tree in the painting, even if it is painted at the edge of the corner, is not much shorter than the peak in front of it.

According to the level of the painting, the tree is at least thousands of zhang high.

If other people saw this painting, they would definitely think that it was an oversight on the part of the artist, otherwise how could there be such a towering giant tree in this world.

But Lin Zheng knew that there were indeed such tall trees in this world, and he had seen them with his own eyes.

This giant tree is the legendary sacred tree in the center of the Black Pine Mountain Range, and Lin Zheng also faintly saw the prototype of the divine tree by the blood thunder of the fierce beast at that time.

But just at a glance, Lin Zheng will never forget the scene at that time in his life.

If there is really a myth in this world, then Lin Zheng believes that the giant tree must be the truest embodiment of the myth.

The ability to paint the most mysterious giant trees in the Black Pine Mountains is so vivid that I think this artist himself must have been to the Black Pine Mountains.

Just when Lin Zheng was quite reminiscing about the past, a calm voice suddenly came out of the hall.

"Little fat man, you don't need to study, even if there is tea in the pot, it won't work for you. ”

Lin Zheng looked back and saw a middle-aged man with frosty white temples standing at the door of the hall and looking at several people in the hall with a smile.