Walk through the gourd vines and head towards the innermost point.

Among the many gourd vines, there is actually a large blue-yellow gourd the size of a wooden building, and the belly of the big gourd has been opened a few eyes, which seems to be the shape of doors and windows. Zhang Baijian stepped forward and knocked lightly on the door on the gourd.

The door opened softly, and it was not locked at all.

Walking into the gourd house, Zhang Baijian first saw Huo Qingxin, who was half-squatting on the ground intently, drawing gourds one after another on a big sand table.

Zhang Baijian's footsteps were not light, but Huo Qingxin didn't seem to hear it at all. Without raising his head, he continued to draw on the sand table.

The gourd he painted was very ugly, and it is certain that if you find a child of five or six years old, the gourd drawn on the sand table will look better than the one he painted. But he still paints with such concentration, as if there is some incomprehensible magic in these graffiti.

Zhang Baijian didn't bother him, but just stood behind him and watched. Looking and watching, Zhang Baijian suddenly felt a little trance-like, and in a trance, he seemed to see some very wonderful and vague shadows, but the next moment, these shadows dissipated and disappeared.

"Zhang Baijian!

It seemed that the voice from afar pulled Zhang Baijian's spirit back. In front of him, Huo Qingxin's hand was constantly shaking in front of his eyes. Zhang Baijian's pupils slowly condensed the focal length, and then looked at Huo Qingxin.

"How's it going?" Huo Qingxin asked with a smile.

Zhang Baijian turned his head and looked at the place where Huo Qingxin had drawn the gourd before, and there was nothing there. There is no sand table, and there is no graffiti gourd painting after gourd painting.

"How long have I been in a trance?" asked Zhang Baijian.

Huo Qingxin said: "It's not too long. After I finished drawing the gourd. Another hour or so passed!"

Zhang Baijian was stunned. A wry smile: "It's really not too long?"

"By the way, what about Venerable Qinghu?" asked Zhang Baijian.

Huo Qingxin corrected with a tiger face: "You should call him Master! Although our master and his old man play the world, what he has said counts counts! You will also call me Senior Brother in the future!"

Although Huo Qingxin said it seriously, there was a clear narrowness in his eyes.

"Okay, it's just that you, who are a senior brother, don't you have a greeting gift when you meet a junior brother?" Zhang Baijian said in a relaxed tone.

Huo Qingxin listened to Zhang Baijian's words, and his face changed slightly. It is normal for the senior brother to give a meeting gift to the junior brother. It's just that Zhang Baijian is powerful, and Huo Qingxin has also seen it. Take out the ordinary. It is inevitable to laugh and be generous, if it is something that is good for Zhang Baijian Huo Qing thought about it and thought about it, there were only a few things on himself, and they were all the capital to settle down, and he was really reluctant.

He laughed twice, brought the previous topic over, and Huo Qing said in his heart: "Master said, in the next half a year, you will live here, and watch me draw gourds every day, when can you paint them yourself." Leave when!"

"All this?"

"That's all!"

"What if I watch it for half a year and still can't learn it?" Zhang Baijian suddenly asked.

Huo Qing said of course: "Then go out!" Brother, I watched the master draw a gourd. But it only took three months for you to learn! If you can't learn it in half a year, you naturally won't be qualified to claim to be a disciple of Venerable Qinghu!"

In this way, Venerable Zhang Baijian Qinghu has not yet seen it, but he has to watch Huo Qingxin draw a gourd, and then follow him to learn how to draw a gourd.

After looking at it for nearly five or six days, Zhang Baijian couldn't wait to draw his first gourd on the sand table.

This gourd, Zhang Baijian painted it very beautifully, just like a real gourd. But Zhang Baijian looked left and right, but he didn't feel that it was not that taste, compared with Huo Qingxin's gourd that looked like a piece of stool, although it had an image, it had no charm.

"Why do you only look at what I painted, and not look at the real gourds outside?" Huo Qingxin said.

So, while watching Huo Qingxin paint gourds every day, Zhang Baijian would also go to the gourd shelf to observe those gourds of different colors.

As the days passed, Zhang Baidao's gourd became uglier and uglier, and finally had a bit of Huo Qingxin's 'style'. And as the gourd became uglier and uglier, Zhang Baijian had a smile on his face.

From the process of drawing the gourd, a set of formulas and mudras that were observed and comprehended were also unconsciously understood. Zhang Baijian didn't know what this set of formulas and handprints was, he didn't ask, and Huo Qingxin didn't take the initiative to answer. Both maintained a tacit understanding.

It's just that as the days passed, the doubts in Zhang Baijian's heart accumulated more and more.

Finally, half a year later, the gourd drawn by Zhang Baijian was no longer half a point worse than Huo Qingxin, and it looked the same ugly. And the preparation of the Barbarian Witch Water Department seems to be about to be completed, and during this period, the Manwu Water Department did not come to disturb Zhang Baijian to learn the gourd technique. It seems that because of the warnings of the Ninth Thunder God and the Qinghu Venerable, the three parties reached some kind of agreement.

"Okay! You've learned, there's nothing to do with me here! I'm going back to continue doing business, you can continue!" Dropping such a sentence, Huo Qingxin left very irresponsibly, and Zhang Baijian was very glad that he didn't call him a senior brother.

Zhang Baijian was the only one left in the gourd house, and every day he looked at the gourds and watered the gourd vines. If you have free time, you will practice swordsmanship, fists and feet, but you will live a leisurely life.

Boom!

A gourd suddenly fell from the vine and shattered in half on the ground.

Zhang Baijian was stunned, this was the first time such a situation had occurred.

Before Zhang Baijian could react, the second gourd fell from the gourd vine again, and then shattered on the ground.

The third gourd soon fell, and Zhang Baijian rushed forward quickly, wanting to catch the falling gourd with his hand. But the gourd was like a phantom, passing through his fingers, falling to the ground, shattering to the ground.

The fingertips gently touched the broken gourds, and the cold substance touched them, telling Zhang Baijian that they were real. But the moment it was caught and dropped, the gourd became nothing.

The fourth, fifth, and sixth gourds fell together.

Zhang Baidao's body quickly pulled out two phantoms in the air, like a doppelganger, and headed towards the three gourds.

Smack!

Three gourds shattered to the ground.

Looking at the mess all over the ground, Zhang Baijian was stunned.

Whew!

All the gourd vines began to tremble, as if they had heard a certain command, and one by one the gourds were about to fall to the ground.

Zhang Baijian flew up, ready to make the gourds first, and preemptively pluck them all before they fell.

But before Zhang Baidao's fingers could touch the gourds, they exploded like explosive packets filled with bombs. It seems that unless they fall off on their own, they would rather blow themselves up if they want to pick them up.

"Hurry up! I've already lost a lot of gourds! These gourds are the public property of Qinghu Peak, and each gourd is worth at least 10,000 high-grade spirit shells. The more you drop, the more you have to accompany!" a voice sounded in Zhang Baijian's ears.

With some vague memories, Zhang Baijian vaguely remembered that this should be the voice of Venerable Qinghu. (To be continued......)