When Se Jiuqi stepped off the carriage, it was already high in the sky. Only then did he realize that he had returned to Xingyue Island.
Fallen leaves fell from the ginkgo tree and intertwined with me.
The prison of his heart has been broken. Loneliness and isolation have all become a thing of the past since he decided to shoulder the future of the Jinshu tribe again. The ginkgo tree carries a feeling of longing, as does the clay in the pavilion.
"A stream of cold water is a front, a shadow is a lonely lamp, and a person is mad; a boat is full of wind and frost, and a moon is shining, and a boat is filled with hatred and a king."
After putting away Sanfen Qiuqiu and hanging it back outside the pavilion, Se Jiuqi walked into the pavilion with a completely different mood and started trying to knead pottery as always.
result……
Facts have proved that even if you break the prison of your heart, your mood will change.
Some things just won't happen.
But he did not give up and continued to work hard there.
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inside the frame.
Lin Chongyang sat quietly at the table, with patterns and symbols constantly being arranged and combined in his gold and silver pupils. On the table, a book was turning by itself, with various moves and artistic conceptions recorded on it.
It's exactly - "August 1 Sword Manual".
Se Jiuqi originally planned to return to the Golden Tree Clan directly, but was persuaded by Lin Chongyang, because he was going back at this time...
It's just bringing disaster to the Jinshu tribe who are recovering their strength.
The Jinshu Clan has become self-proclaimed, and since the Godlike God has a plan, she will not touch them easily. However, Se Jiuqi's choice to return at this time undoubtedly gave the Godlike God a reason to attack the Jinshu Clan.
By then, the flames of war will surely reignite and sweep through the underworld. If other tribes add insult to injury, the consequences will not be acceptable to Se Jiuqi.
Even if there is the suppression of the original king of chaos.
But the Golden Tree Clan can no longer afford any turmoil and cannot start another war.
Therefore, Se Jiuqi accepted Lin Chongyang's suggestion and chose to continue practicing quietly to improve herself for the future.
At the same time, he also learned another very crucial piece of information.
There are still golden trees in the underworld, but he was unable to evacuate with the clan king Se Baxun back then. As Jiu Qihou, if he is willing, he can pay more attention to and even protect this part of the clan.
Prevent them from being murdered by the god-like creature and the rebel demons under its command.
This suggestion was accepted by Jiu Qihou of the Jinshu tribe. He had already missed it once back then, and now he could not make the same mistake again and again.
No more clan members should be allowed to sacrifice.
At the end of the conversation, Lin Chongyang and Se Jiuqi proposed that they wanted to take advantage of the three-minute autumn to see the passing of autumn. He had a martial arts style that needed to be perfected by the other party's state of mind, so they came up with this "August One Sword Manual".
Se Jiuqi bluntly said that this was a reward for helping him realize his self-realization, but Lin Chongyang gave back the three sword moves he created in exchange for martial arts skills to make a friend.
Swish swish——
The sword manual was flipped page by page, and the moves and artistic conceptions were dissected. A cold and lonely feeling spread from him, making the surrounding world darken and the colors gradually fade away.
Even the breath of life is slowly disappearing.
The autumn wind is bleak, and the world is sad.
Ji Wuxia, who was sitting aside, could clearly sense that a desolate and murderous move that far surpassed that of Se Jiuqi was brewing, and even she was infected by the lonely and sad mood.
"Fortunately, the space in the car was blocked off in advance."
At the same time as he spoke, Kuai Xue Shi Qing's sword's heart became clear, cutting away the loneliness and sadness rising from the bottom of his heart.
Suddenly, the originally three-dimensional space inside the car became abstract under this desolate and desolate atmosphere, as if it had turned into an ink painting, changing from realism to freehand brushwork. All that was visible to the eye was black and white.
"The sword cuts the wind, the sword cuts the clouds;"
The symbols and Dao patterns in the double pupils freeze several times as the words fall, representing the results of this deduction.
"The sword cuts off light, the sword cuts off shadow;"
The three new martial arts styles that were created represent superhuman speed, absolute power, and the intangibility of the moves:
"The sword has no form, the sword has no form."
With a sigh, the strange phenomena that evolved in the double pupils dissipated, and the surrounding space returned to its original state. The previous desolation has now completely disappeared.
"It's done."
As the words fell, endless sword energy suddenly erupted between heaven and earth, annihilating the closed sword book.
Three swords: One sword hides in the sky, a hundred swords have no end, and ten thousand swords return to their origin;
Three swords: a thousand swords are inexhaustible, ten swords are extremely powerful, and one sword is absolutely empty;
And the final combination of swords and swords: the chaos breaks up the wind and clouds, the Xiao Xiao kills the world of mortals, and the vast sky shatters the world.
Up to this moment, Lin Chongyang had completely deduced it.
Under the premise of knowing the principles of the moves, what limited him was only the unique artistic conception. Lin Chongyang had never seen or felt it, so he had a little obsessive-compulsive disorder when deriving the moves.
This time, it can only be said that he was lucky. The set of Bayi sword techniques created by Se Jiuqi really helped him take the final step.
The remaining part, with his understanding and foundation, is no problem.
Successfully reproducing a whole set of martial arts is a very interesting thing for the Great Sword Emperor Lin. Even if the set of martial arts itself does not actually improve him, the fun of this is not there.
Ji Wuxia saw this and sighed: "My husband is making moves faster and faster."
"It's just that the background is a little deeper." Lin Chongyang stood up from the table and asked his wife, "Want to go with Wuxia?"
"What should I do about your business?"
Then she was decisively rejected. Ji Wuxia was not interested in these things. If she had that time, she might as well have a few drinks, or go to the other side to calm down and meditate.
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An isolated island in the apricot moon.
Se Jiuqi enjoyed making pottery in the pavilion. The reason why he persisted in this matter was because he wanted to knead back the "sibling cup" that was lost in the civil war.
This matter is not only his goal, but also a kind of practice.
A cold voice suddenly reached her ears, and there was a bit of ridicule in the words, which made Se Jiuqi move:
"I never thought that you could actually do this skill?"
The person who stepped into the pavilion was Lin Chongyang who stepped out of the carriage.
After seeing the results on the table, the ridicule turned to regret, and he added: "It's a pity that this skill is not as good as your sword skills."
At the same time as he spoke, Lin Chongyang sat opposite him. His long and powerful right hand reached out, took a piece of clay from the container in the center of the table, and placed it back in front of him.
"It seems that your race is better at this." Se Jiuqi responded matter-of-factly. The human race is indeed more talented in this area.
"Pottery making is also a matter of specialization and knowledge. If you keep doing it like this, I'm afraid you won't see any progress in hundreds or even thousands of years."
From the civil war of the Golden Tree Clan to the present, the time that has elapsed can be measured in thousands of years. As a result, the people in front of them have barely entered the country.
Se Jiuqi did not stop her movements: "I will not give up."
"I'm not telling you to give up. Since there's nothing you can do, you might as well change your thinking and approach. These books may be able to help you."
Then, pages of paper flew around and fell in front of Se Jiuqi, forming a thick book. Although there was no signed author, the title of the book was written on it:
"Ceramic Art: From Getting Started to Buried in the Earth".
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(End of chapter)
