Journey to the West: Heavenly Creation

Chapter 36
Layman Jingxuan felt that he had slept for a long time.

When he woke up, he was still in the dreamland of snow and fog.

The old man stood aside aggressively with a sledgehammer in his hand.

"What are you doing?"

Layman Jingxuan rolled his eyelids, "Do you want to kill someone in your dream?"

snort!
The old man sneered, "You should be glad you woke up in time, otherwise you won't be able to walk normally for at least three days after this hammer!"

Who are you scaring?If you dare to fight, I dare to strike!

Layman Jingxuan stretched his waist, he couldn't tell how long he hadn't slept so comfortably, but after thinking about it for a while, he felt a little scared,
"It's really unexpected that writing a weapon manual requires the consumption of life essence. If you need to write a few more words, your life will be gone?"

"This is the end of self-control! In order to prevent you from destroying your foundation, the old man will conduct strict training today."

The old man's tone was as cold as ice, and Layman Jingxuan finally realized something was wrong.

Ever since we met, it seems like the old man has never been so fierce?
"You said, what kind of training, this layman will definitely satisfy you!"

"The attitude is good. You have this awareness, and the old man's hard work is not in vain."

The old man thought for a while, and finally relaxed the sledgehammer in his hand, and his tone was slightly loose, "The magic trick exists in any corner of the world, and occasionally a flash of inspiration appears. If you create a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, if you can always grasp it, then you are not a craftsman, but... a master!"

So mysterious!

Layman Jingxuan admits that every word the old man said is very close to reality, but in the real world, no one has ever claimed to be able to catch "a ray" of inspiration, because it is impossible to see or touch it.

Now what does this mean, let yourself grasp the "idea" with your bare hands?
This isn't revenge in disguise, what else could it be? !

"Old man, calm down and listen to me first..."

"I count from ten to one. Every time I stop, an idea will appear. No matter what method you use, you must catch it. 3, 2, 1, start!"

After the words fell, Layman Jingxuan had become a "sculpture".

Sitting cross-legged, with his hands on his knees, he assumed a very relaxed but upright posture.

"10, 9, 8, here we come!"

Layman Jingxuan trembled, and instinctively reached out to grab it.

"boom!"

What awaited him was a cold sledgehammer.

This blow was so hard that it felt like my wrist was broken.

The corners of his mouth twitched in pain, and he shivered all over.

"You lied! There is no aura at all!"

Wang Jingxuan was about to die of anger, and glared at the old man.

"Why don't you stretch out your hand? Isn't this looking for a fight?"

"Then you can't lie!"

Layman Jingxuan wanted to say something more, but the old man started counting again, "8, 7, 6, 5...here we come!"

What are you coming for?

I didn't make drafts when I lied to people, so I didn't feel anything at all.

Layman Jingxuan decided to play it safe and sit on the Diaoyutai.

"duang!"

With a loud noise, Layman Jingxuan was directly sent flying by the sledgehammer!

Lying on the ground, I haven't recovered my breath for a long time.

"I won't play with you!"

He protested to the old man with his eyes, and quietly raised two middle fingers.

The old man walked over step by step with a sledgehammer in his hand, as if he was going to smash it again, but seeing Lay Jingxuan's expression of death, he finally took back the hammer.
"Inspiration doesn't exist in the outside world at all. Believe it when others tell you it is there! Inspiration is only in your own heart. It's like a fleeting moment, but never stingy to take care of those who are destined. You can create your own "square inch" sword intent, You should feel it, right?"

"These are all low-probability events, how can they be regarded as a rule, some people will not feel the inspiration for a lifetime, and it is useless to kill them!"

Layman Jingxuan got up from the ground and confronted the old man.

The reason why he didn't leave in a huff was because he believed in his bones that the old man had real skills, and he wouldn't beat himself up so unreasonably.

"Yeah, what you said is all right!"

The old man waved his arm, threw the sledgehammer into the snow and mist, and clapped his hands, "So since ancient times, it is the master who chooses the apprentice, not the apprentice looking for the master. Those who are destined can understand it naturally, and those who have no destiny can understand it. Like that rotten wood and stubborn rock, even if you gouged his head through, he still wouldn't be enlightened!"

"But if you can't comprehend the inspiration, you are not worthy to be in charge of the Lingzuo Division!"

The old man threatened Hong Guoguo.

And for the first time, the eyes covered by the mist were revealed. They were as bright as a pool of autumn water, as pure as a baby, and possessed the wisdom to see through the world, but they could not be seen at all. They were the eyes of an old man with white hair like snow.

"you win!"

Layman Jingxuan was defeated by the old man's menacing gaze, "But if I want to grasp the inspiration, I need some inspiration!"

"This layman has never been a stickler for the rules. It is my biggest dream to do whatever I want and be at peace with the situation!"

While talking, Layman Jingxuan walked into the middle of the snow fog, looked at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, and grabbed them casually.

"Now it's your turn to guess, what did I catch?"

The old man opened his eyes wide, staring at layman Jingxuan.

"Isn't it this thing? It must be said that the momentary aura is so mysterious!"

Layman Jingxuan closed his hands and danced continuously in the air, seemingly without any rules, but there was a kind of mystery, as if he was dancing to an inaudible rhythm.

He had grasped the snowflakes in the dreamland of snow and mist before, and he didn't feel anything with his tentacles, but he had also discovered it a long time ago. Occasionally, there would be a few sporadic flashes of light floating in it, like white fireflies, but under the white mist, You can't see it unless you look carefully.

Now, he waved his hands continuously, at least dozens of light dusts were stained on his hands.

And casually sprinkled in front of the old man.

Like sand between fingers, wandering without a trace.

But before disappearing, they coalesced into a faint picture of quicksand.

It is a person, living in the abyss, looking up to the light on the high place.

The shadow formed by the endless void rendered his figure extremely lonely, forming a sharp contrast with the light in his eyes.

"In my opinion, inspiration is never formed out of thin air, it is connected by chance and inspired by unknown things. It is very likely that a poem you wrote today was sung by someone thousands of years ago!"

Isn't it just talking about the mystery, this layman can chat with the master of metaphysics so much that he can't get in his mouth!

The old man was silent for a moment, then suddenly stepped forward, and at a speed too fast to dodge, knocked Lay Jingxuan once on the head, and then again.

"get out!"

Layman Jingxuan had no power to resist, and was directly pushed out of the dream by him.

"I really want to knock this kid's head open to see what is hidden... Back then, if the old man was as smart and cunning as him, it would be great!"

The old man's tone was infinitely sighing, he completely forgot that the original purpose of today was to beat Layman Jingxuan half to death.

Layman Jingxuan woke up from his dream, but saw that it was pitch black outside the study room, and the sky was full of stars like beans.

In the study room, on the copper lamp of the crane, the flame of the candle spewed out, illuminating the bamboo scroll on the table and the carving knife in his hand.

"There is no sleepiness at this time, and it is time to read at night with the lamp on!"

Feeling like returning to the time of preparing for the college entrance examination, Layman Jingxuan opened "33 Days of Weapons".

After waking up, the exhaustion disappeared completely, and I don’t know why, the Sizheng carving knife is placed on the top gradually, and there is no such a feeling of being heavier than a thousand weights, but from time to time, I will be attracted to a certain place, but the suction is all there Within the controllable range, it is more like a bamboo slip, with small magnets hidden one after another.

OK!

This time it's all clear!

Layman Jingxuan's train of thought was unprecedentedly clear, and he read through the step by step from beginning to end, and found about a dozen places where there was a sense.

But he was not in a hurry to write, so he looked at the white marks on the bamboo slips against the light, trying to find as many clues as possible.

Gradually, there was a stack of papers on the table, and each paper corresponded to a bamboo slip. Layman Jingxuan wrote all the fonts guessed from the strokes on the paper.

There was a cool breeze blowing outside the window, and a faint scent of books began to permeate inside the house.

Soon, the sky was already pale.

A new day is about to start again.

Layman Jingxuan took a look at the sky, and finally picked up the Sizheng carving knife.

"Just today, this layman will comment on the weapon spectrum, so that the reputation of Lingzaosi will resound throughout the heavens!"

Above the carving knife, there suddenly flashed a little light. Layman Jingxuan had seen it before, but at that time he didn't know why, and he couldn't control it perfectly, but now, it seemed to be connected with the carving knife. Every time the light flashed, They all comprehended a piece of information, and a corresponding will emerged in front of their eyes.

brush!
The light from the carving knife flicked across the bamboo slips, leaving a notch.

In the endless distance of the sky, under the cover of the morning sun, a thunderbolt flashed suddenly.

Most people in the celestial world are not aware of it yet.

But under the abyss far away in time and space, the little star master suddenly woke up from his trance.

"Xinjun, the shock of the heavens is about to begin!"

what?
Xinjun's tall figure raised his head high, and his tone was full of doubts, "Why didn't I feel anything?"

"I used the "33 Days of Armaments" to form a bond with Layman Jingxuan, and I have established a great karma. Using the power of karma and retribution as a medium, the changes over there can't be hidden from my perception. Now the opportunity has appeared, you and me Just push it one more time!"

"it is good!"

Without hesitation, Xinjun raised his head to the sky and screamed, spitting out the misty starlight, like water vapor passing through the soil, and went straight to the sky above.

"Mirror Magic Ability, Arise!"

The Little Star Lord made a move at the same time, while sending a voice to Emperor Ying, "Activate the dark side of the heavenly court, the task on your side must be absolutely foolproof!"

(End of this chapter)