On the night when the whole city celebrated the victory in the war, the One's family, including all the servants and family guards, a total of 136 people, mysteriously disappeared into the city of strange rocks overnight. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This also includes Erné's father, a powerful inferior magician. There are no traces of a fight in such a large yard, which makes people feel incredible.

This case caused an uproar in Qiyan City, but because there was no clue, it became a headless unsolved case.

For others, it was a strange paranormal event, but for Mark, it was a matter of guessing who did it. So this uproar did not cause even a ripple in his state of mind.

After returning from the City Lord's Mansion, Pami did not come for three consecutive days, and when he opened the door of the shop on time on the fourth day, he was stunned to find that this disciple had been waiting at the door without knowing when.

I saw that she was dressed in compact leather soft armor, with a long sword at her waist, a small package on her back, and a strap close to her right thigh, on which her magic wand was fixed. Her long hair was wrapped around her head, covered by a wire mesh and fastened with a golden headband. It looks heroic and heroic.

Behind Pami were two tall horses of maroon color, carrying four packages of different sizes.

"Master, I'm here to say goodbye!" Pami bowed, "Master once said to me that you can never become a true master by practicing at home. A true master is not only strong, but also experience, experience, skill and perseverance!

With that, Pami's gaze looked at the sky, where a bird was flying freely.

And Mark looked at Pami with a complicated expression, for this disciple, he actually had a strong reluctance hidden in his heart, among his six disciples, he really got along day and night, and the disciple who taught on time every day was only Pami. It's been ten years since I started teaching texts at the beginning, and until now!

"You go! I've already explained what you should have to do, and I want you to come back every three to five years. In addition, if you have to use instant magic as a last resort, stop for a second or two before activating it, you have to learn to cover it up, otherwise it will definitely cause you trouble. Remember!"

"Well, Master, I'm leaving! Master, take care!"

"Have a good trip!"

Mark watched as Pami's emaciated figure faded away, eventually disappearing at the end of the street. He sighed in amazement, returned to the house, and looked at the familiar storefront, a faint sense of loneliness lingering in his heart.

"Looks like I'm homesick too! I don't know when I'll have the chance to go back!"

So from this day on, Mark never picked up a small wooden stick again, but became obsessed with carving.

Sculpt his heartfelt women, parents, sister Shirley, and friends. And, of course, the various creatures, buildings, and even cities that he remembers.

Half a year has passed in the blink of an eye, and in this half year, perhaps because of the factor of longing, or maybe he does have this talent, Mark's carving skills have improved by leaps and bounds, and any figure or animal carved out is extremely expressive, with a very special temperament.

At noon on this day, after arranging Old Man Du's dishes, Mark took out a half-human-high piece of purple missing wood to the door as usual, and began to carve it in front of the sun.

This time, the figure he planned to sculpt was the jungle elf archer he knew in the Fallen God Mountain, Direna.

Sawdust flew in the air, Mark's hand was steady and accurate, and in just ten minutes, Di Rena's supple and resolute face had begun to take shape.

Everything was going well, but - by all glance it seemed like something was missing!

He closed his eyes and pondered for a moment. Suddenly, the whole body shook, a mysterious atmosphere suddenly emerged, the two hands that stopped in the air suddenly waved quickly, one hand and one carving knife in the air arc, the afterimage bursts, the purple missing wood chips beside him flew, the speed was ten times faster than before?

Old man Du, who was eating and drinking comfortably in the house, suddenly turned his head, stared at Mark with wide eyes, and muttered:

"No, right? You can carve so accurately with your eyes closed? No! No, no, is this feeling--is it--is it the highest level of legendary skill--the realm of self-forgetfulness? this-this-this kid has become a carving master so quickly?"

It took more than half an hour for Mark to wake up from the mysterious feeling just now, and when he looked at the sculpture in front of him again, his face couldn't help but change.

In this sculpture, Direna is bent over her knees, ready to take her bow. The eyes are blazing, and the eyebrows are expressive. It can be said to be the best of sculptures.

Of course, it's just an ordinary boutique, because the sculpture itself is not finely carved, and it can even be said to be very rough. But what it contained surprised Mark.

This sculpture actually contains one of his combat skills-Spirit Arrow Style!

How can it be?!

The spirit arrow style is a ground-level high-grade combat skill of the bow and arrow, which was once one of Mark's main combat skills, and the world dominates the following rare opponents!

As long as you get this sculpture, people with good qualifications can understand his combat skills from it, which is simply crazy.

It was at this moment that he suddenly remembered that when he was searching the treasure house of the Emperor of the Mist, he had obtained two sculptures from it, and he was almost killed by one of them.

Since the Spirit Arrow Technique can be expressed, can other combat techniques and secret methods also be expressed? Mark's heart moved, and he was immediately attracted by this idea.

Although the effect of teaching secret techniques through sculpture is not as good as that of teaching it by hand, it is much faster than just looking at secret techniques and cultivating and comprehending them. And he really doesn't have much time, if he leaves these sculptures of combat skills and secret techniques in the family, it will be too convenient for the juniors of the family to comprehend the profound secret method.

Just when Mark was excited in his heart, a head suddenly stretched out next to him:

"Huh, this sculpture is kind of interesting! Tut-tut, this woman is so beautiful! Hey, hey, hey, that's beautiful!

It's Old Man Du!

Mark was defeated by Old Man Du's last sentence, and he rolled his eyes: "No!"

"Then why do you carve it so expressively? It seems to be a little different from what you carved before, well--but you can't see any difference, hey-, this is for me, right?"

"For you?" Mark looked at Old Man Du suspiciously, looking up and down, "You won't bring it back - for what, right?"

"What's that?" Old Man Du repeated suspiciously, then understood, his face suddenly turned red, and he said angrily: "Stinky boy! My Old Man Du has eaten more salt than you have eaten! The road he has traveled is longer than the bridge you have crossed! I will do this kind of thing?!"

Mark rolled his eyes, incredulous.

"Then how about you carve another one that is about the same, this time you carve a man?" Old man Du smiled and leaned in front of Mark again, and the anger that had just come in a flash disappeared again.

"Male?" Mark's eyes widened with a smile in his heart, "You don't even have a man-"

Looking at Mark and blinking, where is the meaning of this unclear? Old man Du seemed to be really angry this time, and his face was red and thunderous. Push Mark away, pick up the sculpture and turn away.

"Puff-" Looking at the figure of Old Man Du staggering and holding the sculpture in the distance, Mark finally couldn't hold back and laughed. Since Pami left, this old man Du can bring him some smiles when he comes to eat every day.

But---this guy has a good eye! Yes, he's an old man!