Lujia Town, on the shore.

As soon as Li Muxuan gained a firm foothold, he saw a figure flying past him.

Like the bird in the Angry Birds.

It's just that the expected flat sand and goose style did not appear, and Zhang Zhiwei supported it with one hand when he was about to land, and a perfect somersault landed directly with a full score.

Of course, if he didn't rub his ass with his other hand, the total score might be higher.

"Master, he's an old man, and he's really right."

"Tiger poison doesn't eat children."

After gaining a firm footing, Zhang Zhiwei rubbed his ass and muttered in his mouth.

didn't treat Li Muxuan as an outsider at all.

Seeing this scene, Li Muxuan smiled faintly, and felt that this top one was quite interesting, at least very real, very frank, and did not deliberately hold a shelf.

"Brother Zhang Dao, let's go."

With that, Li Muxuan was ready to take a stroll around the town.

After all, this Lu family's birthday banquet.

There were a lot of strange people invited, and these people couldn't just drink and socialize when they got together.

There must be some entertainment programs, and those who can enter their eyes, even if they are not sophisticated means, will not be too vulgar, and they have just come down the mountain, so they naturally want to see it.

At this time, Li Muxuan was seen leaving.

Zhang Zhiwei immediately stepped up to follow, he had something in his heart that he wanted to ask this senior disciple of the Trinity Gate.

Soon, bustling streets.

Two more figures.

I have to say.

Zhang Zhiwei is indeed tall enough, and Li Muxuan is half a head shorter than him.

"Li Daoyou." The two walked together, Zhang Zhiwei put his hands down, and asked familiarly: "Did you go to Lingyin Temple with Zuo Men a few days ago?" ”

"What's wrong?"

Hearing this, Li Muxuan nodded and admitted.

"Nothing."

Zhang Zhiwei turned his head sideways and said in a casual tone: "It's just a little curious, I heard Zen Master Huiming say that you only use one palm, and you can win the little master of Jiekong." ”

"A palm?"

Li Muxuan was slightly stunned, he remembered that he had made a lot of moves to reconcile the void.

Although it was only a golden bell jar at the time, it should be regarded as part of the competition, and it seemed disrespectful to say how much he defeated with one palm, so he opened his mouth to explain.

"It's not that exaggerated."

"I went through dozens of moves with Master Jiekong before, and finally won with all my palm."

"Really?"

Zhang Zhiwei rubbed his chin, not that he felt that someone in Li Muxuan and Huiming was deliberately lying.

After all, even if it is a peach pit, if you look at it from different angles, the shape is not the same, let alone one thing, and the reason why Li Muxuan and Huiming's expressions are different.

Most likely.

The true strength of this Li Daoyou in front of him is enough to defeat Jiekong with one palm.

The first dozens of moves are just trying to move.

Just like yourself.

If you directly used the Golden Light Spell and the Thunder Law at that time, then it would also end the battle with one move.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiwei couldn't help but glance at Li Muxuan, feeling that this person was sincere in his words, and he didn't put gold on his face, but his temperament was too introverted.

The two of them have been gone for so long.

I didn't see him take the initiative to speak.

Of course, it may be that they are not familiar with each other, after all, they have just met, and they don't have any topics to talk about each other.

You can't force people to pull it hard, right?

Between thoughts.

I saw Li Muxuan suddenly stop, as if he had discovered something interesting.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhiwei also stopped in place, followed the other party's gaze, and saw that on a stage not far from the left, an old man was playing the erhu, and a bunch of paper figures around him were playing and singing with various musical instruments.

"Brother Dao, have you ever seen this method?"

Li Muxuan asked curiously.

"I haven't seen it."

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head, and then added, "But I heard Master mention it." ”

"There are three techniques in civil law, paper people, straw figures, and dolls, among which paper people are the most common, mostly used to pray for blessings and cure diseases and curse the town, but this is not like civil law on the stage."

"It looks a bit like a royal thing."

"Indeed."

Li Muxuan nodded in agreement, "But it's not an orthodox imperial art, it seems to be something else." ”

The words fell, and the two were silent.

Staring at the paper figure on the stage, he thought.

After about a few tens of seconds, as if thinking of something, the two of them looked up at the same time.

"Knowing God!"

In unison.

Zhang Zhiwei was suddenly surprised, and looked at Li Muxuan, "Daoyou, you also thought of it?" ”

"Is it difficult?" Li Muxuan looked at him with a strange expression, "People have innate primordial gods, acquired gods, primordial gods are the true spirits of nature, and knowing gods is the main body of mind." ”

"The general art of imperial objects is to use the primordial spirit and the secret method to produce special qi to feed the utensils."

"To the end, these artifacts."

"It will become a weapon that the user can manipulate at will."

"These paper figures on the stage are attached to a wisp of divine thought, so that it can be easily manipulated by the user, but whether it is the accuracy of manipulation or the power, it is far worse than the orthodox object control technique, as if there is a delay."

"Of course, the bar has also dropped a lot."

To put it simply.

It is similar to Xu San's innate ability to read power in the comics.

It can be understood as a minimalist version of the Imperial Object.

It's the same as manipulating a game character.

No matter how fast you react, there will be a certain delay, and it is difficult to use it for too complex operations.

To tell the truth, if it is used in battle, this kind of means of guarding objects is not as effective as the simple and crude way of telekinesis.

However, the old man on the stage can control several paper figures at the same time to this point.

The Imperial Technique can be regarded as an entry into the house.

And right now.

After listening to Li Muxuan's words.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at each other with his already small eyes, and inexplicably felt familiar.

If you have to say it.

It's like you've met your own kind.

After all, after so many years, it is the first time among his peers that someone has kept up with his own ideas.

Immediately, Zhang Zhiwei showed a smile on his face and explained: "Of course it's not difficult, I was just a little surprised just now that Li Daoyou actually thought of going with me." ”

"I see."

Hearing this, Li Muxuan nodded.

But I don't think it's surprising.

Because the art on the stage is simple, it is not difficult to see through its essence.

It's just that it is the first time to go down the mountain like myself and Zhang Zhiwei, and I have never seen similar methods, and I have directly deduced the principle from the performance of the paper figure, which should be relatively rare.

Just as he was thinking about it, a gong suddenly sounded.

For! For! For!

End of the show.

The old man stood up and saluted the audience, then walked backstage, the paper figure following behind.

Not much.

An uplifting drum sounded.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

I saw a strong man with a strange pattern painted on his face, swaggering out of the backstage.

He held a stick in his hand, and when he spit it out, a flame five or six meters long instantly rushed into the sky, and when the stick was ignited, he held the fire stick and waved it.

Immediately after, he sucked in his mouth.

Suddenly, the flame on the stick was inhaled into his lungs again by him as if he were inhaling.

And throughout the show.

The strong man's steps are very strange, like a wizard who dances the great god.

"This means...."

Looking at the man on the stage, Li Muxuan said with some uncertainty: "Could it be the art of witchcraft?" ”

"Championing?"

Zhang Zhiwei is not sure at the same time.

The voice fell.

The two looked at each other in the air.

Although the words are different, they know that what the other person is saying is the same thing as themselves.