Once the dust is gone, it shines through the mountains and rivers.

Will, spiritually, break free from the shackles, obtained the sublimation and transformation of Fang Ping, from the inside out, exuding a dazzling brilliance of competing with heaven and earth, and playing with the heavens, he walked into the big departure city full of flowers, crowded streets to go, just like a heaven and earth can not cover its sharp and colorful rare pearl.

This kind of change is intangible and substantial, but it is real, when Fang Ping passed by a shop, the business was deserted, and in the shop full of all kinds of wood carvings, a pair of cloudy and old eyes, crossed with horror, and looked outside the store with feeling.

The old man had white hair, his face was full of wrinkles, and he was wearing a somewhat faded linen robe, he put down the carving knife in his hand, and the wood carving of the turtle that was only half carved, got up and walked to the front of the store, and happened to see a majestic young man with long hair and a shawl coming from afar, his qi was restrained, and he was no different from ordinary people.

But when it fell into the eyes of the old man, it immediately aroused monstrous waves, and his mouth also made an unbelievable and trembling sigh: "This son is young, and he can actually break through the will of martial arts to this extent, isn't it the reincarnation of martial arts power?" ”

Fang Ping, who was mixed in the crowd and walked aimlessly on the street, also looked at the old man in the linen robe in front of the shop at this time, it didn't matter.

The old man in sackcloth and robe, who had no martial arts qi on his body and no vigorous qi and blood surging in his body, as soon as he entered Fang Ping's field of vision, it was like a mountain bombarding a quiet lake that shook his mind.

Even if it was a Five Qi Sect Master, it was impossible to bring such a violent sense of impact to Fang Ping.

For a moment, Fang Ping stopped his figure, looked at the old man in sackcloth and robes across the air, and looked at each other with their eyes facing each other.

The streets are still noisy, and the traffic is constantly flowing and bustling.

After an unknown amount of time, the old man in the sackcloth robe smiled and said, "Old decay Zhang Xuan, you may as well enter the store for a while." ”

After speaking, Zhang Xuan turned his head and returned to the store, not caring whether Fang Ping would follow up.

"The big is hidden in the city, and the small is hidden in the wilderness, have I met a hermit master?"

Fang Ping smiled dumbly and walked into the store.

It is a wood carving shop, and there are a large number of wood carvings on the shelves, in various shapes and strange shapes, some of which have been covered with dust.

Suddenly, Fang Ping stared at a wood carving, carved a mountain monarch, both the body and the charm are vivid, into the wood for three points, with vitality in general.

Fang Ping took a closer look, his mind was actually caught in it, and in a trance, he saw a mountain monarch covered with golden patterns and a body as big as a brute elephant, his god was majestic, and he roared like thunder patrolling the territory.

"Spooky ......"

"How is this done? It can carve out the charm of the qi of the living soul so perfectly, not so much a wood carving, but a spiritual object. ”

Fang Ping, who quickly recovered his mind, turned his gaze and looked at the other wood carvings on the wooden shelf.

All of them contain some kind of indescribable charm and aura.

"Leisure work, it is difficult to get into the elegant hall, I want the little friend to see and laugh, the little friend, please see this wood carving, this is the old man's proud work."

Since Fang Ping walked into the store, there was no squeak, Zhang Xuan, who looked at Fang Ping carefully, pointed with his right hand, and said.

When Fang Ping heard the prestige, the wood carving under his eyes turned out to be a strange beast with its shape like a cow, its appearance like a tiger, and its back with wings.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

Among the mountains shrouded in a reckless aura, an ancient, mysterious, and powerful creature rose into the sky, and the long howl it emitted shattered the universe like a sound wave, and the clouds were blasted out of a big hole that could not be healed like an abyss.

As soon as the picture turned, a black flame scorching the desolation rose outside the body of the alien beast, rising in the wind, and the prairie was burning.

"Awesome!" When Fang Ping came to his senses, the placket behind his back was already wet with cold sweat.

He could feel that the power possessed by that strange beast was terrifying to an indescribable stage, if he threw out this alien beast wood carving when facing the enemy, even the Five Qi Grandmaster would lose his mind and let it be slaughtered.

And what kind of existence should the old man in the sackcloth robe, who can carve such wood carving spiritual objects?

"The name of this beast is Qiqi, it belongs to the innate beast, the old man once glanced at it in a Jedi, and remembered it in his heart, but unfortunately, there are still some fly in the ointment, and he has not been able to completely carve out the charm of the Qiqi machine."

Zhang Xuan shook his head and sighed.

"......" Fang Ping has to say the last sentence, you are an old comrade, you can't be so pretentious!

Is it easy to fool someone on the other side? The value of this strange wood carving is no less than that of a spiritual weapon, and even in a sense, it is even more than that.

"Junior Fang Ping."

First of all, he made a series respectfully, Fang Ping said: "The predecessors are not arrogant, today I saw the many wood carvings in the store of the predecessors, Fang Mou only knew the saying that there are people outside the world, but I am curious, how did the predecessors carve the charm of the qi and the soul into such an extremely mysterious carving?" Is it supernatural power? ”

The Divine Martial Saint controls the power of the Divine Power.

And the power of supernatural powers is ever-changing, and there is no shortage of supernatural powers that turn decay into magic.

Zhang Xuan's laughter was clear, as if he hadn't communicated with anyone for a long time, and nodded and replied: "Xiaoyou has insight, these wood carvings are indeed carved out with the power of supernatural powers, which is also the magical power that the old man has, and the creatures he sees can be carved out through the power of supernatural powers. ”

"If you like it, this poor statue will be given to you."

Fang Ping was solemn, so to speak, the old guy standing in front of him was a living supernatural martial saint?

Who would believe it, the high-ranking supernatural martial saint actually hid in the market and opened a wood carving shop.

"Then how embarrassing ......" Fang Ping sneered, and with a quick movement, he stuffed the poor wood carving into the cuffs, if it was a second at night, the old guy would regret it, and it would be boring.

"Little friend sit." Zhang Xuan faced Fang Ping with a smile, and from beginning to end, he was kind and soft-spoken, and he didn't have any supernatural martial saints.

"Thank you, senior." Fang Ping gave a salute disrespectfully, and then sat on the wooden pier.

At this time, Fang Ping saw that there was a carving knife on the table in front of him, a wood carving that had not yet been carved.

Half of the turtle shell is carved out, and the head is lifelike and lifelike.

"Why don't your predecessors carve people?" Fang Ping glanced at the wood carvings in the store, all of which were birds, animals, flowers, birds, fish and insects.

Zhang Xuan shook his head.

Seeing him like this, Fang Ping didn't ask too much about this issue.

"The old man has been in this big city for seventy years, and Xiaoyou is the first to be invited by the old man on his own initiative, even the Yang family god who is known as the reincarnation of the martial saint is not qualified to be invited by the old man." Zhang Xuan preached with a serious face.

The reincarnation of the Martial Saint? The god son of the Yang family?

"Yang Tianshu? The younger generation knows this person, not as arrogant and violent as the children of ordinary families, he is the reincarnation of a martial saint? ”

Fang Ping thought of Yang Tianshu's unpredictable and extraordinary appearance, good boy, he hid it so deeply!

"What kind of martial saint is reincarnated, but it is full of blood, and it is imprinted with the mark of a certain supernatural martial saint on the ancestor."

Zhang Xuan said with disdain, but he didn't say anything to death: "But it is indeed different from the children of ordinary families, for example, with the memory of a certain supernatural martial saint in the ancestor, it is also twice the result with half the effort when it comes to cultivation, as if he has walked the road he has walked, if there is no accident in his lifetime, there is no big problem in achieving the position of supernatural martial saint." ”

Fang Ping thought for a moment and muttered: "It has the mark of a previous life, but it is not exactly the self of the previous life, a similar flower. ”

"Little friend's wonderful words, in a word!" Zhang Xuan not only praised.

"I also said casually, the predecessors are supernatural martial saints, but they can blend into the worldly red dust, and their state of mind is very comparable."

Fang Ping's face was not red and his heart was not beating, and he was not cold when he spread it, the old man was a supernatural martial saint.

Zhang Xuan smiled, how did others not care, he could hear Fang Ping praise himself, it was sincerely happy, and he waved his hand and said: "This is to talk about the lofty state of mind, how can it be compared with Xiaoyou?" If the old man hadn't looked away, Xiaoyou would have seen his heart clearly and found his own "martial arts". ”

The young man sitting in front of him, regardless of his cultivation, no matter how amazing he is, he has not achieved the Divine Power Martial Saint Fruit Position, and he can't enter his magic eyes, just as the so-called Martial Saint is all ants!

However.

The martial arts charm that comes from the level of spiritual will manifested in the young man is like a bird born in a cage breaking free from its shackles, and it is like a golden carp in the pond that has an epiphany, jumps out of the pool, and transforms into a dragon.

It's easy to practice, but it's hard to cultivate the mind!

"Senior's Eye!" Fang Ping made a series of awe-inspiring and said: "The juniors occasionally realized it two days ago, but they didn't expect it to attract the attention of the seniors. ”

"Sit, martial arts, the master is the first, the old man's cultivation is above you, but your state of mind is above the old man, let's intersect with each other, don't engage in red tape." Zhang Xuan narrowed his eyes and secretly thought, he is hiding in this big city, just to cultivate his mind, so as to go further, but the transformation of his state of mind is as difficult as climbing to the sky, when it is time to come, an epiphany can turn into a butterfly.

Fang Ping's appearance made him see an opportunity, and he might be able to find an opportunity for his mood to transform in Fang Ping.

So, Zhang Xuan said sincerely: "Xiaoyou, can you help me cultivate my mind." ”

Fang Ping: "......"

How can it help?

"For a period of three years, Xiaoyou stays in the store to help me cultivate my mind, after three years, no matter whether the old man's mood has changed, he can do three things for you, provided that it is within the scope of his ability, what do you think, Xiaoyou?"

Zhang Xuan threw out his own conditions.

Fang Ping was not moved, it was nonsense, the old man in front of him was a supernatural martial saint, there were too many things that could be assigned to the other party.

"But I have to practice myself......"

After a long thought, Fang Ping shook his head indecisively.

Zhang Xuan hummed: "That's right, that's good, there are more than 300 of these wood carvings on the shelves in the old man's store, Xiaoyou, you carve it according to it, when will you finish carving it, even if you help the old man." ”

Fang Ping was surprised, although he had not carved wood carvings, practice makes perfect, only familiar hands, give him a few days, he will be able to carve wood carvings such as flowers, birds, fish and insects, birds and animals.

"Oh, I forgot to say, old man, these wood carvings are all containing the charm of the spirit of life, the wood carvings you carve must also contain a wisp of qi and charm, if the carved wood carvings have no gas and charm, empty appearance, it is no different from an ordinary piece of wood." Zhang Xuan added.

Fang Ping's face is dark, what an old horseman, he is really calculating!

"Carve out the aura of that life, this is like giving life to wood carving, the predecessor is a supernatural martial saint, with the power of supernatural powers, naturally it can be done, if you want me to do it, some strongmen are difficult."

That being said, but what the old guy thinks, Fang Ping still knows a little bit about it.

This wood carving is the same as writing, different people write out the font, with different charm styles, wood carving is the same, two people carved out of the wood carving, the shape is the same, but its charm is very different, if Fang Ping can carve the spirit of the life into a wood carving, it will also be integrated into his own perception, the old guy can be through the wood carving in the charm of the qi, confirm the refining of the heart.

"Give it the charm of life, not necessarily to use the power of supernatural powers, as long as you are attentive enough, deep enough, you can do it, more than 300 pieces of wood carving in this store, is the object of the little friend's observation." Zhang Xuan's words were chiseled, and it seemed that he was determined to ask Fang Ping to help him cultivate his mind.

Fang Ping slandered, if he didn't agree, the old man didn't turn his face and formed a beam, the other party gave him the poor wood carving before, and he had already made a plan, and after chatting for so long, he really couldn't find a reason to refuse.

After weighing it for a long time, Fang Ping said: "That's all I have to say, let's try my best." ”

Zhang Xuan immediately laughed, took out a jar of wine out of thin air, and said with a split mouth; The old man has not laughed so much for many years, and when he drinks it, this wine is called "Flowing Fire and Cold Ice", which is the old man's treasured wine in the past. ”

"Heaven and earth are about to usher in unprecedented changes, do your predecessors know?" Fang Ping asked.

"Huh? How did Xiaoyou know? ”

Zhang Xuan said in surprise: "Although the old man is here, he can control the power of supernatural powers, and he can also vaguely produce some inductions, this world is indeed about to usher in a big change, and the little friend's mood is out of the world, and in this great world, he will definitely be able to ride the wind like Kunpeng." ”

He opened the cork of the wine jar, and a strong aroma of wine spread out, and the wine poured out showed a red and ice blue, like the intersection of hot magma and 10,000-year-old ice, brilliant and crystalline, not like ordinary products.

Fang Ping felt strange when he saw it, and when he took a sip, the flames of the iceberg melted into his body, and he only felt hearty and happy.

After a few cups, Fang Ping's tongue was already a little numb, his blood was boiling, and his whole body was hot: "Good wine!" ”

"It's a good wine, the old man is reluctant to drink it on weekdays, and today it is used to drink with Xiaoyou, just right." Zhang Xuan is a supernatural martial saint in the end, and after a few glasses of wine, he is not drunk at all.

"There should be many supernatural martial saints in the territory of Daxuan who are hidden in the market and hidden in the mountains and wilderness like their predecessors." Fang Ping asked intentionally or unintentionally.

"Perhaps. The old husband and young people interact with people, and the old friends are also outside the great mystery. ”

"The leader of the Heavenly Martial Alliance is a supernatural martial saint, can the predecessors know how many supernatural powers he has opened up?"

Fang Ping was thinking, then Yang Tianshu asked him to find out that the leader of the Tianwu Alliance was the Divine Martial Saint at that stage, he had no clue before, and he didn't know when he would be able to find an opportunity, but now that he got acquainted with this Zhang Xuan, he could choose the opportunity to operate.

"This person is mysterious, he has been hiding behind his back, the old man has never seen it, and he doesn't know how many magical powers he controls." Zhang Xuan calmly answered Fang Ping's question, and said suspiciously: "Xiaoyou asked about this, could it be that he had a grudge with the leader of the Martial Alliance that day." ”

"No, the hands and eyes of the Divine Power Martial Saint are all over the sky, flying to the sky, if I have a grudge against it, I won't be able to live today." Fang Ping got up, walked to the wooden frame, picked up a wood carving, and said: "I had a good conversation with my seniors today, I will take this wood carving back and study it slowly, and the younger generations are now living in the Tianya Library, where it is quiet and no one is disturbed, and the seniors will send someone to call me wherever they look for me." ”

A moment later.

Fang Ping returned to Tianya Book Pavilion alone.

Ten taels of silver to enter the door, if you can't get in, you can stay in the library all the time, but as long as you come out, it will only come out for a quarter of an hour, and you have to pay ten taels of silver again if you want to enter the Tianya Library.

Thinking that he might have to stay in the city for a little longer, Fang Ping simply gave the janitor a handful of golden beans, which made the janitor at a loss and his face was full of circles.

Scholars have seen a lot, but Tianya Shuge can be used as an inn, and it is the first time that people who want to live for a long time have seen it.

……

In the middle of February of the forty-third year of the Divine Sect.

In the past half a month, Fang Ping stayed on the open-air platform on the tenth floor of Tianya Library, the wind outside the platform was blowing like a knife, the clouds were within reach, and at a glance, the human world on the street in the distance was all reflected in Fang Ping's eyes at a glance.

He sat casually against the railing, holding a carving knife in his hand, a half-carved wolfdog.

Carving knives are flying, and sawdust is splashing.

After a while, a body appearance, vivid, and vivid wolf dog was carved out, from the claws to the facial features, from the body to the tail are extremely perfect, but after Fang Ping took a look at it in his hand, he threw it directly outside the railing, and scratched his head with a deep breath: "I'm annoyed!" ”

Failed again!

The wolf dog wood carving in front of him is different, it comes from Zhang Xuan's hand, and the surface is no different from the wood carving carved by Fang Ping, but when you sink into it, you can find that what Fang Ping carved out is just a piece of wood.

The wood carving brought out by Zhang Xuan's shop has the same vitality, but the old guy also said that as long as he is attentive enough and has a deep understanding, he can give life to the wood carving without the power of supernatural powers.

"It's taboo to be impetuous, that old thing has no reason to lie to me, or I'm not focused enough to find the trick."

Fang Ping tried his best to regain his composure, then took a piece of wood that had not yet been carved, concentrated, and turned the carving knife in his hand, the knife flew like a fly, flowing smoothly, and there was no stagnation during the period.

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(End of chapter)