Huo Qi shook his head, signaling that this was not the right time.

They communicate with small gestures, what are they communicating?

It's for Lin Su to write poetry!

However, Lin Su didn't come out, he was in the room......

What is he doing?

As if he had done nothing, he sat on the window by the cabin, holding a very strange whistle, and looked very carefully......

This whistle comes from the Doufang City Servant Beast Master.

At that time, Lin Su used a style of war "Li Dai Taozhuang" to replace the people in the encirclement of the abandoned beast, and the abandoned beast became a huge crisis for the Osumi army, the commander of the Osumi ordered the beast master to regain control of the abandoned beast, at that moment, Lin Su saw the location of the beast master with a thousand degrees, and killed him with a sword, and snatched the whistle that controlled the abandoned beast.

Afterwards, he also studied the whistle to find out the key to the secret art of the beast.

After a few days of studying, he roughly figured out the basic principles of the beast.

This whistle is the key.

There is a very magical miniature formation inside the whistle, which resonates with the beast's brain waves through sound waves, so as to achieve the purpose of serving the beast.

These, he still combined with modern knowledge to interpret.

But it is far from being able to truly decipher the mystery.

Beast thaumaturgy, one of the top ten secret techniques of antiquity, how can it be so easy to interpret?

He wanted to try it on the spot, but the fatal problem arose, he couldn't blow the whistle!

In order to pursue this secret, he searched all kinds of books that were scavenged everywhere on the Wendao tree, and found the answer from a book of "Ancient Art Secrets", the secret whistle used by the beast master is made of the bones of the ancient secret beast, and the blood of the beast master is connected, so it is useless for others to get the whistle, only those who have the blood of the beast can really play the role of this whistle.

It is impossible for Lin Su's ancestors to have the bloodline of beasts for eighteen generations, and theoretically he has no possibility of studying beast arts, but Lin Su's knowledge is too broad, he sees the essence through phenomena, and sound waves control other people's brain waves? No! It is not sound waves that control brain waves, and sound is only a medium, as long as the mental power is strong enough, you can directly control brain waves without sound waves!

The Beast Master did not have strong enough spiritual power, so he could only amplify his spiritual power through sound waves and the miniature formation in this whistle.

And what about him? The spiritual power has reached level 28, as long as the threshold of level 30 is broken, the spiritual power can be released, and the fierce beast can be controlled without a whistle!

As long as you can figure out what the beast's brain waves look like.

This is another interpretation of the art of servitude.

However, this is not something he can do in front of him, and if he wants to achieve this impossible miracle in the world, the first thing he must do is to raise his spiritual power.

However, this thing is too difficult, and there is no training method at all, so he can only wait for his cultivation to improve, and his cultivation will be improved, and his spiritual power will slowly increase.

Well, the matter of beast warfare has turned the page.

It's time to go out and write a poem.

Huo Qi probed his head and looked at it several times, but he just didn't respond with his eyes, but it didn't mean that he didn't know.

This guy ......

Lin Su pushed open the door and stepped on the deck, welcoming the fiercest summer sun, feeling the strong wind blowing on the river, a belly of poems surging, and the first capital was a colorful start......

However, just as he stepped onto the deck, his gaze fell on the river, and his eyes froze.

He saw a small boat, and there was an old man in the boat, and the old man had a bamboo pole in his hand and only four and a half fingers in his hand......

Lin Su Qiandu Tong locked on to him.

The old man's old eyes were also staring at him, and the boat somehow slid lightly and stuck to the side of the big ship.

"Old man, would you like to go on the boat and go for a ride?" Lin Su Dao.

"Gao Peng big boat, the old man can't get up, the son is interested, you might as well come to my small boat and take a ride." The old man smiled, his face wrinkled like the rings of years.

"Good!" Lin Su's feet moved, stepped into the air, and landed on the boat.

The small boat naturally leaned back more than ten feet and followed the big boat.

On the big ship, Zhang Haoran and the others didn't care, and even praised it......

Sage Yun, the people are precious, the community is secondary, and the monarch is light, Brother Lin has really practiced this holy saying to the extreme, and in his world, there is really no distinction between high and low. Zhang Haoran said.

Huo Qi nodded, in fact, what I admire most is him, there are hundreds of thousands of displaced people on the river beach, and he has the benefit of him, of course, he has real skills, and he has to be down-to-earth.

Li Yangxin said, yes, just like the idyllic poem he wrote on the West Mountain that day, without this kind of experience of stepping on the loess and facing the common people, he couldn't write such a vivid poem.

The maid next to her had her eyes dripping, you said, he talked to the fisherman, will he write a colorful poem when he comes back, such as "The fisherman on the river" and the like? Let this old man inexplicably leave a name for the ages?

Everyone's eyes gathered and fell on the girl's face......

On the boat, Lin Su handed the old man a jar of wine, the old man took it, took a sip, and his eyes narrowed: "It's been a thousand years since I walked in the world, and it's the first time I've drunk such good wine." ”

If Zhang Haoran and the others heard this, they would definitely be surprised.

Because who in the world can walk for thousands of years?

But Lin Su didn't feel any difference: "The predecessor is really Li Zexi, the relict of the Sword Gate?" ”

This old man is the old man who sent him and Zhang Yiyu into the Sword Gate on the Spring River that day, and even the boat under his feet is also the boat of the day.

The Chunjiang River and the Yangtze River are completely two water systems, and theoretically it is impossible for such a small boat to cross, but Lin Su knows that a person like him, let alone a small boat spanning two water systems, is normal even if this small boat is rowed to the top of a hundred thousand mountains.

The old man let out a long sigh: "Jianmen, will you recognize the old man as an old man?" ”

This is a positive answer.

He is the peerless genius of the former Sword Sect, and the super bull Li Zexi who surpassed the former head of the sword in kendo.

Lin Su said: "Whether the Sword Gate recognizes it or not, do the seniors care?" ”

"A thousand years of time, things have long been wrong, it stands to reason that the old man shouldn't care, but ......" He didn't continue, and took a heavy sip of wine, and this sip of wine went down, and it was directly half a jar.

"However, you can't forget the kindness of the former master who brought you back from the snow, you can't forget the scene when the sword door was closed thousands of years ago, and you laughed at the same door, you have walked the world for thousands of years, and you have seen all the world, but you can't see the scene you really want to see, right?" Lin Su's voice was very soft, and it seemed to disperse as soon as it blew in the wind.

However, Li Zexi's wrinkles deepened by three points in an instant: "A thousand-year-old wound, why bother to uncover it again?" ”

"I know that if I have been hurt for a thousand years, it will not taste good, why didn't I change it in the past?"

Li Zexi slowly raised his head, looking at the undulating waves in front of him, his chest also rose and fell slightly, and after a long time, he said slowly: "The matter of sending troops that day was quite controversial in the door, and today, who can really determine whether it is right or wrong?" Shizun advocated sending troops, the old man was against it, it had nothing to do with kindness and nothing to do with the teacher, it was just a difference of opinion, in terms of people in the world, he was right, but in terms of the Sword Sect, was he really right? The thousand-year-old sect was wiped out by him, and 50,000 disciples were wiped out in one ......"

Dugushi's choice fulfilled the whole world and sacrificed the sword gate.

And if according to Li Zexi's choice, he would prefer to save Jianmen, he was thrown into the snow as soon as he was born, he has never felt half of the beauty of the world, he only found a home in Jianmen, he is dedicated to protecting Jianmen, and it is normal to have this idea.

Lin Su muttered: "Three thousand warriors coming out of the mountain may really be killing themselves, but the Sword Gate, and the remaining 50,000 disciples, really have to be destroyed......

What he wanted to say was that back then, the head of the sect led three thousand generations of disciples to leave the mountain, which led to the emptiness of the Sword Gate and was destroyed by other sects, but why didn't you Li Zexi appear, as long as Li Zexi appeared in time to maintain the Sword Gate, it would obviously be another script, but Li Zexi did not appear!

However, he is not qualified to question Lee.

Therefore, he chose to express his doubts in this more subtle way.

"Should or shouldn't be old things, extinguished or not, all are destroyed!" Li Zexi sighed and directly changed the topic: "You have this matter, are you willing to participate in the Yaochi Meeting?" ”

"Yes!" Lin Su confessed.

"What goal did he set for you?" Li Zexi's eyes flashed. The "he" he was talking about, of course, was Duguxing, the two survivors of the Sword Gate thousands of years ago, the same brother and brother, and now the relationship has become very delicate, and they are not even willing to mention each other's names, and when they have to mention it, they will use "he" instead.

Lin Su smiled, Dugu's predecessor is very interesting, at the beginning, he just hoped that I could show my face and tell the world that the Sword Gate was not destroyed, but later his expected goal was changed, hoping that I could show the style of the Sword Gate.

What about you? Senior Li, what do you want me to do?

Lin Su stared at Li Zexi's eyes and asked......

Li Zexi smiled: "The old man's goal may be slightly higher than his, and the old man hopes that you will ...... Capture the top three on the list! ”

Lin Su was surprised: "Senior, are you expecting too much from me, I have only been in the cultivation door for a year, and most of the time I am in the officialdom, and I don't have much time to practice swords with those old fritters." ”

Li Zexi said: "Rotten wood is still rotten wood for a thousand years, and a genius for ten years is also a genius!" ”

These words are domineering!

But Lin Su muttered: "A genius for ten years is also a genius, and the predecessors are mighty!" But you have to give me ten years, I'm only a year, I'm really a new seedling, the kind of ...... that is pink and tender."

"Yes, it's only been a year, and theoretically you can't make any waves, but you only realize the sword intent overnight, and you let the sword sound only in three days and three nights, the world of genius is meaningless to measure by time. What's more, the old man made a special trip to see you today, but he brought you a gift. ”

What?

Li Zexi flipped his hand, and a jade pendant appeared in his palm......

"What is this?"

"You have already cultivated the first three swords of the Dugu Nine Swords, so you must hope to cultivate the middle three swords, right?"

Lin Su's heart was pounding......

The three swords of Dugu, the sword of humanity, and the sword gate cleverly set up organs, and the three puppets of Jianming Mountain served as the inheritors, and Lin Su had already learned.

The middle three swords, the authentic sword, only one person in the world knows about it, and that is Li Zexi.

After he cultivated the first three styles, he had the middle three swords in mind.

And now, the long-term obsession has become a reality, when he is about to step into the world of cultivation and compete with the cultivation genius in the world, the middle three swords appeared, and Li Zexi made a special trip to his hands.