Chapter 151: The Monkey Practices the Knife

A sudden torrential downpour swept across the valley.

"Heaven and hell, there is no right for me to choose, only the fate I am chosen, and our life begins here!"

With a sigh, a slight vibration came from the dense forest.

The sound of the dripping rain is getting louder and louder, and the cold wind blows, and the large fallen leaves flutter with it.

The figure of a monkey slowly emerged from the flying leaves, and it stood in the wind and rain, and its lonely figure brought people an indescribable loneliness.

The monkey was short and dusty, but it had eyes that sparkled like stars. It exudes a strong sense of vicissitudes, as if it has experienced all kinds of life.

The monkey looked at the three white bones in the rain, and a tread of gloom flashed in his eyes.

"Bell!"

A crisp sound sounded, and the monkey couldn't help but look at his feet.

A rusty watermelon knife lay on the ground, the blade of the knife was all chipped, and the entire blade was covered with brown rust.

"Good knives!"

The monkey bent down and picked up the watermelon knife, a hint of melancholy on his face.

Anyone can see that the knife in its hand is definitely not a good knife, but this monkey is a good knife.

There was an unmistakable look on its calm face, like a king on high giving orders to the people, and people could not resist it.

"I will use this knife to get justice for you, don't worry!"

The monkey looked for a clearing and stretched out his furry hands to dig the ground.

In less than half an hour, a large earthen pit appeared in front of me.

The downpour kept falling, so that the pits that had just been dug were immediately filled with rainwater.

"Scatter!"

The monkey's eyes condensed slightly, and he gently spat out the word.

At this moment, all the dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and the sun shone down on the earth again, as if the heavy rain that had appeared earlier was just an illusion.

Whether it's stagnant water, dark clouds, or heavy rain, everything is gone, and it doesn't seem to exist at all.

Now the land is dry, the woods are blazing, and the water in the pits has disappeared into thin air, replaced by cracked soil.

Lin Xuan looked at this scene, he gasped, his eyes full of shock.

"How could it be!

When the monkey dispersed the wind and rain just now, he didn't use spells, and there was no spiritual power fluctuation on his body, but the rain all over the mountain dissipated strangely, and he couldn't figure out what means the monkey used.

Just eating a herb has such a ability?

Lin Xuan's face turned pale, and he was a little difficult to accept the scene in front of him.

If everyone in the world is like this monkey, then what else do you need to cultivate, just lie down and take medicine.

He was silent for a moment, then shook his head and continued to stare downward.

The monkey carefully placed the three white bones into the pit, then gently sprinkled the soil, and spent a cup of tea making a mound.

"Although I didn't mean to harm you, you died because of me after all, and this account will be recovered!"

The monkey's eyes were slightly condensed, and it leaned over the mound three times before turning away.

Lin Xuan looked at the back of the monkey, his eyes were full of amazement, he couldn't sense the monkey's breath at the moment, it seemed to be integrated with heaven and earth, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that there was a monkey below.

The monkey walked to the top of the mountain step by step, its movements were unhurried, there was no peculiarity, just like an ordinary ordinary monkey.

If Lin Xuan hadn't seen the scene before, he was afraid that he would have been deceived by its appearance.

The monkey went up to the top of the mountain and stood on the ethereal peak.

The wind howls and the sea of clouds churns.

The body of the monkey is incomparably small compared to the heavens and the earth, but it gives people a sense of standing tall and tall.

"Buzz!"

The monkey held the watermelon knife and waved it gently at the sea of clouds in front of him.

This knife is simple, as if it is done casually, except for a sound of breaking the air, there is almost nothing special.

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

The monkey kept waving the watermelon knife in his hand, one knife after another, each knife was very casual.

The breeze is slightly curling, and the white clouds are ethereal.

It stood in the depths of the clouds, as if it was the only one left in the whole world, and the monkey seemed to not feel lonely and lonely, did not know tiredness, and kept raising the watermelon knife in his hand.

Lin Xuan watched this scene quietly, feeling a little strange in his heart.

To be honest, he couldn't see the strangeness of this knife at all. Although he didn't know how to wield a knife, if Lin Xuan was asked to swing the knife, the tricks he used would definitely be hundreds of times more subtle than a monkey.

In the depths of the white clouds, the sun and the moon alternate, time passed quickly, and the monkey was still taking care of his own knife skills.

The clouds on the top of Wanren Mountain seemed to be pale because of loneliness.

The heavens and the earth are clear, and the knife is cold.

The heart is cold, the knife is cold.

Lin Xuan didn't know how many knives the monkey had swung in the clouds, but he understood that the monkey had not rested for twenty years, and the ridiculously simple knife technique in its hand had been practiced by him for twenty years.

But even after twenty years, the monkey's knife skills are still mediocre.

......

The sun is shining, and the monkey swings his knife in the scorching sun, and the knife technique is extremely simple.

The snow is falling, and the monkey swings his knife in the icy snowflakes, and the knife technique is extremely simple.

It was raining continuously, and the monkey waved his knife in the cool rain, and the knife technique was still ordinary.

The wind is howling, and the monkey is swinging his knife in front of the roaring wind, and the knife technique is still ordinary.

No matter what the weather is like, no matter what changes happen to the scene around him, the monkey maintains one movement from beginning to end, one that is ordinary to the extreme.

Swing the knife!!

Heat, snow, torrential rain, strong winds......

It was like an emotionless machine, nothing could interfere with the monkey's swing, its speed was the same as the first swing, and its moves were as rudimentary as ever.

Nearly forty years have passed, and the monkey has not spoken a word, and the sword technique in its hand has not changed in the slightest.

The only thing that has changed is the rust on the watermelon knife, which is much thicker and thicker than the first time I got the watermelon knife, and the notches on the blade are even denser.

Lin Xuan had been floating beside the monkey and staring at his movements, he had already understood the monkey's thoughts, and he had seen it clearly as early as twenty years ago.

To put it in his heart, he admired this monkey very much, and he was even more amazed by its talent.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, this monkey can be regarded as creating a path of his own, and it can almost be regarded as embarking on a path that has never been seen before or since.

However, such a behavior as a monkey may be the only one that can do it, and others will not learn it at all.

......

The monkey has been wielding the knife for more than a hundred years, that is to say that it has maintained the same movement for more than a hundred years.

In the first seventy years, Lin Xuan just watched coldly, and in the last thirty years, Lin Xuan fell from the sky, and he stood beside the monkey and did the action of waving a knife with him.

For Lin Xuan, what he wielded was not a sword, but sword intent, although he had no sword intent in his hand, he had sword intent in his heart.

Wei Ai's sword intent permeated all around, and the tearing sensation that erupted in his heart like a torrent had been tormenting him.

Fortunately, Lin Xuan had long been accustomed to this feeling, and now he didn't care about it.

The monkey swung the sword, and Lin Xuan made the sword.

Although the movements of the two are a little different, they are both casual moves, and they look ordinary and do whatever they want.

In fact, for Lin Xuan, even if it was a casual move, it was like an antelope hanging its horns, without a trace, and it was difficult to use any ordinary tricks.

So he did one more thing before swinging his sword intent.

Imitate!!

He had spent ten years observing the monkey's movements, and had already memorized its every move, so the tricks used by the two were somewhat similar.

The monkey is worthy of being a genius, Lin Xuan found that every stroke he swung could increase the sword qi in the dantian, although it was not much, but if he was given enough time, his cultivation would definitely be able to break through to the middle stage of foundation building.

......

Another three hundred years have passed, and during this time, Lin Xuan's cultivation has broken through, and he now has the strength of the middle stage of foundation building.

But the monkey's knife didn't stop, so neither did he.

Although Lin Xuan was swinging the sword, his cultivation did not fall, and the sword-swinging action obtained by imitating the monkey was very peculiar, and the sword qi in his body actually became extremely pure under this action.

Although the original ten percent of his sword qi had been compressed to the fourth layer, Lin Xuan could feel that the destructive power and power of his sword qi had risen several steps.

Although the quantity of sword qi has decreased a lot, the quality has more than doubled.

......

A lot of time had passed, so long that Lin Xuan couldn't remember the passage of time.

He only knew that the sword qi in his original body had been compressed from ten percent to one percent, and the violent and terrifying power in the sword qi made him feel palpitations.

On the other hand, if he fights with others in the future, he will not be able to fight a protracted war.

However, Lin Xuan's roots were basically several times that of others, and even if it was a percent sword qi, it was not much different from the mana of ordinary monks in terms of quantity.

A sunny afternoon.

The monkey suddenly stopped swinging the knife, and gently stroked the watermelon knife in its hand, with a look of remembrance in its eyes.

Lin Xuan looked at this scene with a somewhat stunned expression, and he also stopped.

"It's time, don't be in a hurry!" it said in a hoarse voice, like the sound of two stones rubbing against each other, chilling.

Having not heard a monkey speak for hundreds of years, Lin Xuan had almost forgotten his voice, and he stared at the monkey with interest to see what it was going to do.

Immediately after, in Lin Xuan's expectant eyes, the monkey closed his eyes and lay on the ground.

"Hoo ......"

"Hoo ......"

The breeze blew, and the snoring slowly dissipated into the wind.

Lin Xuan smiled a little bitterly, he shook his head and stood quietly aside.

He knew very well that once the monkey woke up, the world would change.

......

The monkey slept for seven days and seven nights, and when it woke up, it first stretched its waist, then slowly stood up, clenched the watermelon knife in its hand, and looked at the west with a calm face.

No one knew what was hidden under the monkey's seemingly flat expression, and Lin Xuan didn't know either, but he knew that there was enough anger there to burn the world.

"I felt the breath of Buddha from the West, and it was time to go and see it!"

The monkey leaped, turned into a golden light, and sped towards the west.