Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 332; Qiongqi woodcarving, iceberg flames [[-] words]

Once the dust is gone, the light is born, and the mountains and rivers are broken by ten thousand flowers.

In terms of will and spirit, Fang Ping, who broke free from the shackles and achieved sublimation and transformation, exuded the dazzling brilliance of competing with heaven and earth and playing games with God from the inside out. , In the crowded streets, it is like a rare pearl that even the world cannot conceal its sharpness.

This kind of change is invisible and intangible, but it actually exists. When Fang Ping passed a shop, the business was deserted. In the shop full of various wood carvings, a pair of cloudy and old eyes flashed across the horrified, feeling-conscious look. To the outside of the shop.

The old man had white hair, his face was wrinkled, and he was wearing a somewhat faded linen robe. He put down the carving knife in his hand, and he got up and walked to the front of the shop with the carving knife in his hand. The majestic young man with long hair and shawl came from afar, with restrained aura, no different from ordinary people.

But when it fell into the eyes of the old man, there was a huge wave immediately, and an unbelievable, trembling sigh came out of his mouth: "This kid is so young, but he can break through the will of martial arts so far. Could it be that the martial arts are so powerful?" Almighty reincarnation?"

Fang Ping, who was mingling among the crowd and walking aimlessly on the street, also noticed the old man in sackcloth and robes in front of the shop at this time, which didn't matter.

The old man in sackcloth with no martial arts energy in his body and no blood rushing in his body, as soon as he came into Fang Ping's field of vision, it was like a mountain bombarding in a quiet lake, shaking his mind.

Even if it is a master of five qi, it is impossible to bring such a violent impact to Fang Ping.

For a moment, Fang Ping stopped, and looked at the old man in sackcloth and robes from a distance, looking at each other with their eyes facing each other.

The noise on the street is still there, and there is a constant flow of traffic and bustle.

After an unknown amount of time, the old man in sackcloth and robes smiled and said, "Old Henry Zhang, you might as well come into the shop and talk about it."

After speaking, Henry Zhang turned his head and returned to the shop, not caring whether Fang Ping would follow in.

"The big hermit hides in the city, and the little hermit hides in the wild. Have I met an expert hermit?"

Fang Ping smiled dumbly, and walked into the shop.

This is a woodcarving shop. There are a lot of woodcarvings on the shelves in different shapes and strange things. Some of them are covered with dust.

Suddenly, Fang Ping stared at a wood carving. The carving was of a tiger. Both its body and its aura were lifelike.

When Fang Ping took a closer look, his mind fell into it. Suddenly, he saw a tiger covered with golden patterns and a body as big as a wild elephant. He was majestic and roaring like thunder, patrolling the territory.

"weird..."

"How did you do it? You can carve out the aura of the living beings so perfectly, it's not so much a wood carving as it is a spiritual thing."

Fang Ping quickly regained his mind, turned his gaze, and looked at the other wood carvings on the wooden stand.

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

"It's a leisurely work, it's hard to be elegant, I'm going to laugh at you, my friend, please take a look at this wood carving, this is my proud work."

There has been no sound since Fang Ping walked into the shop, and Henry Zhang, who looked at Fang Ping carefully, pointed with his right hand and said.

Fang Ping heard the prestige and looked around. The wood carving that caught his eyes was actually a strange beast with the shape of a cow, the face of a tiger, and two wings on its back.

"Hoohoho!"

Among the mountains and ravines shrouded in the aura of desolation, an ancient, mysterious, and powerful creature soared into the sky, and the long howling sound, like a sound wave, shattered the heaven and earth, and the clouds were blasted out into a big hole that could not be healed like an abyss.

As soon as the screen turned, a black flame rose from the body of the strange beast, burning the whole world, rising against the wind, like a prairie fire.

"Amazing!" Fang Ping came to his senses, but the back of his clothes was already wet with cold sweat.

He could feel that the power of the strange beast had reached an indescribable level of terror. If he threw this wood carving of the strange beast when confronting the enemy, even the master of five qi would lose his mind and let him be slaughtered.

And what kind of existence should the old man in sackcloth and robes who can carve out such wooden spiritual objects be?
"The name of this beast is Qiongqi, and it belongs to the innate divine beast. The old man once glanced at it in a Jedi, and remembered it in his heart. Unfortunately, there are still some flaws in the ointment. Carve out the charm of the Qi machine."

Henry Zhang shook his head and sighed with emotion.

"..." Fang Ping had to say the last sentence, you are an old comrade, you can't put on airs like this!

Is it easy to fool someone from the other party?The value of this Qiongqi wood carving is no less than a spiritual weapon, and even in a certain sense, it is even more valuable.

"Junior Fang Ping."

First, he made a series respectfully, and Fang Ping said: "Senior, don't underestimate yourself. I saw a lot of wood carvings in the store today, so Fang knew the saying that there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky. The vitality and charm of the living beings are carved into wood carvings so extremely mysterious? Is it the power of supernatural powers?"

The supernatural martial saint controls the power of supernatural powers.

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

Henry Zhang laughed clearly, as if he hadn’t communicated with anyone for a long time, he nodded and replied: “Little friend has insight into the details, these wood carvings are indeed carved with the power of supernatural powers, which is also the supernatural powers of the old man. The living beings are carved out through the power of supernatural powers, the deeper the self-awareness, the stronger the power of supernatural powers, and the more real the charm of the carved wood carvings will be."

"If you like it, little friend, I will give you this statue of Qiongqi."

Fang Ping is solemn, so the old guy standing in front of him is a living and living martial saint with supernatural powers?

Who would believe it, the high and mighty Martial Saint actually opened a woodcarving shop in the middle of the market.

"That's so embarrassing..." Fang Ping sneered, and quickly stuffed the Qiongqi wood carving into his cuffs. It would be boring if the old guy repented in one second at night.

"Little friend, sit down." Henry Zhang said with a smile, facing Fang Ping, he was kind-hearted and soft-spoken from the beginning to the end, without any airs of supernatural powers and martial arts.

"Thank you senior." Fang Ping gave a disrespectful salute before sitting on the wooden pier.

Only at this time did Fang Ping see a carving knife and an unfinished wood carving on the table in front of him.

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

"Senior, why don't you carve people?" Fang Ping glanced at the wood carvings in the shop, they were all birds and animals, flowers, birds, fish and insects.

Henry Zhang shook his head.

Seeing him like this, Fang Ping didn't ask too much on this question.

"This old man has been in Dali City for 70 years, and my little friend was the first to be invited by this old man. Even the son of the Yang family, who is known as the reincarnation of the Martial Saint, is not qualified to be invited by this old man." Henry Zhang looked serious preaching.

Wu Sheng reincarnated?Son of God of the Yang family?
"Yang Tianshu? The younger generation knows this person, he is not as arrogant and violent as ordinary children from aristocratic families, he is the reincarnation of a martial sage?"

Fang Ping thought of Yang Tianshu's unfathomable and extraordinary appearance, good boy, he hides so deeply!

"The reincarnation of a martial sage is nothing but a strong bloodline, imprinted with the imprint of a certain magical martial sage from the ancestors."

Henry Zhang said disdainfully, but he didn't say anything dead: "But it is indeed different from the children of ordinary families. For example, with the memory of a certain supernatural martial sage in the ancestors, it is twice the result with half the effort in practice. It seems to have walked once. If there are no accidents during my lifetime, there is no big problem in achieving the position of supernatural power and martial saint."

Fang Ping murmured thoughtfully, "It bears the imprint of the previous life, but it's not exactly the same as the previous life, just a similar flower."

“Little friend’s wonderful words can be summed up in one word!” Henry Zhang not only praised.

"I also said casually, senior is a supernatural martial saint, but he can blend into the world of mortals, and his state of mind is lofty, which is very comparable to others."

Fang Ping flattered Tao without blushing, and it was not shabby to spread it, the old man is a supernatural martial artist.

Henry Zhang smiled, he didn’t care what others said, he was sincerely happy to hear Fang Ping praise himself, he waved his hand and said: “It’s about the lofty state of mind, how can it be compared with my little friend? Old man If you didn't miss it, Xiaoyou has already seen his heart and found his own "martial arts. "

Regardless of his cultivation, the young man sitting in front of him, no matter how amazing his talents are, if he has not achieved supernatural powers and Martial Saints, he will not be able to fall into his eyes. As the so-called Martial Saints are all ants!

however.

The martial arts charm displayed by the young man comes from the level of spiritual will, like a bird born in a cage that breaks free from its shackles, or like a golden carp in a pond that has suddenly realized its enlightenment, jumped out of the pool, and transformed into a dragon. .

It is easy to practice, but difficult to cultivate the mind!
"Senior's Dharma Eye!" Fang Ping composed a series in awe-inspiring manner, and said, "This junior came to realize something a few days ago, but I didn't expect it to attract senior's attention."

"Sit, on the way of martial arts, those who have mastered it first, the old man's cultivation base is higher than yours, but your state of mind is higher than this old man, we will meet each other in the same generation, and we will not engage in red tape." Henry Zhang squinted his eyes and thought to himself, he is here The purpose of retiring from the world in the city of Dali is to cultivate one's mind and make further progress, but it is as difficult as reaching the sky to change one's state of mind. When it is time to come, an epiphany can turn a cocoon into a butterfly.

The appearance of Fang Ping made him see an opportunity, and he might be able to find an opportunity to transform his state of mind in Fang Ping.

Ever since, Henry Zhang said sincerely: "Can my little friend help me cultivate my heart?"

Fang Ping: "..."

How to help?
"For a period of three years, my little friend will stay in the store and help me cultivate my heart. After three years, no matter whether the old man's mood has changed or not, I can do three things for you. What do you think, friend?"

Henry Zhang threw out his own conditions.

It's nonsense for Fang Ping not to be moved. The old man in front of him is a supernatural martial artist, and there are too many things he can assign him to do.

"But I have to practice myself..."

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

Henry Zhang hummed: "That's right, that's good. There are more than 300 wood carvings on the shelves in the old man's shop. You can carve according to my friend. When you finish carving it, you will help the old man."

Fang Ping was surprised. Although he had never carved wood carvings before, practice made perfect. He was familiar with his hands. Given him a few days, he would be able to carve wood carvings of flowers, birds, fish, insects, birds and animals.

"Oh, I forgot to say, these woodcarvings of the old man all contain the vitality of the soul. The woodcarvings you carve must also contain a ray of vitality. If the wood carvings you carve do not have the vitality, they will be empty With a shape, it is no different from an ordinary piece of wood.” Henry Zhang added.

Fang Ping's face was black, what an old man, he really knows how to calculate!

"To carve out the spirit, energy, and charm of that life is like giving life to a wood carving. Senior is a supernatural martial artist with supernatural powers. Naturally, it is possible to do it. If I want to do it, it will be difficult for others."

That's what I said, but Fang Ping still knows a thing or two about what the old guy thinks.

This woodcarving is the same as writing. The fonts written by different people have different styles. Carving the aura of vitality of a soul into a wood carving also incorporates his own perception, and the old guy can testify to his heart through the aura of aura in the wood carving.

"To endow it with vitality, it is not necessarily necessary to use supernatural powers. As long as you work hard enough and have a deep enough understanding, you can do it. There are more than 300 wood carvings in this store, which are the things that you can watch." Henry Zhang said convincingly, It seemed that he was determined to ask Fang Ping to help him cultivate his mind and nature.

Fang Ping slandered that if he didn't agree, the old man would end up in trouble if he didn't turn his back on him. The other party gave him the poor wood carving before, and he had planned it early in the morning, and after chatting for so long, he really couldn't find it. Reason for refusal.

After weighing it for a long time, Fang Ping said: "That's all I can say, this junior should try his best."

Henry Zhang laughed immediately, and took out a jar of wine out of thin air, and said with a split mouth; "I haven't laughed like this for many years, I should drink it, this wine is called "Flowing Fire and Ice", it is the old man A treasured wine from yesteryear."

"The world is about to usher in great changes unprecedented in ancient and modern times, do seniors know?" Fang Ping asked.

"Huh? How did my little friend know that?"

Henry Zhang said in surprise: "Although the old man is hiding here, he can control the power of supernatural powers, and he can also vaguely produce some sensations. This world is indeed about to usher in a big change. My friend's state of mind is refined. At this moment In the world, it will surely be able to ride the wind like a Kunpeng."

He opened the cork of the wine jar, and a strong aroma of wine spread out, and the poured wine was red and ice blue, like the fusion of hot magma and ice for thousands of years, brilliant and crystal clear, not like ordinary products .

Fang Ping was surprised when he saw it. After taking a sip, the flames of the iceberg melted into his body, and he felt hearty and happy.

After a few cups, Fang Ping's tongue was 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. It's just right to drink it with my friends today." Henry Zhang is a supernatural martial artist after all, and he didn't get drunk at all after a few glasses of wine.

"In Daxuan territory, there should be quite a few martial saints with supernatural powers who hide in the streets and mountains like the seniors." Fang Ping asked intentionally or unintentionally.

"Perhaps. The old man seldom interacts with people, and the old friends are all outside Daxuan."

"The leader of the Tianwu League is a martial saint with supernatural powers. Senior, do you know how many supernatural powers he has developed?"

Fang Ping was thinking, Yang Tianshu wanted him to find out at which stage the leader of the Tianwu League was a supernatural martial saint. He had no idea before, and he didn't know when he would find the opportunity. Now that he has met Zhang Xuan, he can choose an opportunity to come to him wave operation.

"This person is mysterious and has been hiding behind his back. The old man has never seen it before, so I don't know how many magical powers he has mastered." Henry Zhang answered Fang Ping's question calmly, and said suspiciously: "My little friend asked about this, could it be with That day the leader of the Martial League had a grudge."

"No, a martial sage with supernatural powers can reach the sky with his hands and eyes, and he flies to the sky to hide from the earth. If I have a grudge against him, I won't live today." Fang Ping got up, walked to the wooden frame, picked up a wooden carving, and said: "Today, I will meet with senior. We talked very happily, I will take this woodcarving home and study it slowly, the junior is currently living in Tianya Book Pavilion, where it is quiet and no one is disturbed, if the senior wants me, he will send someone to call me there."

After a while.

Fang Ping returned to Tianya Bookstore alone.

The entrance fee of ten taels of silver can stay in the bookstore all the time if you can't get in, but as long as you come out, even if you only come out for a quarter of an hour, you have to pay ten taels of silver again if you want to enter the Tianya bookstore.

Fang Ping thought that he might have to stay in this big city for a while longer, so he simply gave the gatekeeper a handful of golden beans, which made the gatekeeper bewildered and his face covered in confusion.

Scholars have seen many, but this is the first time I have seen people who use Tianya Bookstore as an inn and want to stay for a long time.

……

In mid-February of the 43st year of Shenzong.

For the past half a month, Fang Ping stayed on the open-air platform on the tenth floor of Tianya Bookstore without leaving the gate. , the various forms of the human world on the streets in the distance, all of which are reflected in Fang Ping's eyes at a glance.

He was sitting loosely leaning against the railing, holding a carving knife in his hand, a half-carved wolfhound.

The carving knife flew like flying, and sawdust splashed randomly.

After a while, a lifelike wolfdog was carved out, from paws to facial features, from body to tail, but Fang Ping held it in his hand and took a look before throwing it over the railing. , took a deep breath and scratched his head: "It's so annoying!"

Failed again!

The wolfdog wood carving in front of him is different. It was made by Henry Zhang. The surface is no different from the wood carving carved by Fang Ping, but when the consciousness sinks into it, you can find that what Fang Ping carved is just a piece of wood.

The wood carvings brought out of Henry Zhang’s store have the same vitality. Thanks to the old guy, he also said that as long as he works hard enough and has a deep understanding, he can give life to the wood carvings without magical powers.

"It's a big taboo to be impatient. That old thing has no reason to lie to me. It's because I wasn't focused enough to find the trick."

Fang Ping tried his best to regain his composure, then took a block of wood that had not been carved, concentrated his mind, and turned the carving knife in his hand, the knife and knife flew like clouds and flowing water, without any stagnation during the period.

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(End of this chapter)