Chapter 2519 Pig Killing
This bead is about the size of a human eye, crystal clear, like a night pearl.
Those viscous energies are erupting from its interior crazily.
"Little one, where is your world?"
The long-haired butcher said.
"My world is not here."
Lin Mu said.
The mortal world is still in the dark forest.
"Then I'll seal it for you first, and you put this ancient source in the magic circle."
The Changmao Butcher waved his hand and sealed the bead, saying: "The ancient source is the oldest source of energy in time and the original energy in the world of Dashu."
"With the ancient source, the world has a source. This is the core key to suppressing the world."
Lin Mu said sincerely: "Thank you, senior."
"Let's go, collect the waste marrow and go back. Don't stay outside after dark."
The two collected the waste marrow and quickly rushed back to the Stone Statue Village.
Other people in Stone Statue Village already knew about this and were waiting in the village.
"Butcher, how's it going?"
the lame tailor asked hurriedly.
"found it."
The Changmao Butcher said: "It's a barren marrow cave. From now on, our Stone Statue Village will have no shortage of cultivation resources."
The ancestors in the village were delighted after hearing this.
This wilderness is very remote, but the resources for cultivation are not as rich as imagined.
It's too dangerous outside, and collecting cultivation resources is often accompanied by life-threatening dangers.
Now that they have the waste marrow, they can practice even in the village.
"By the way, seniors, what happened to the Black Phoenix? How did it turn into a big white pig?"
Lin Mu couldn't help but ask.
When he talked about this, his face looked strange.
Since this big white pig is a black phoenix, will other big white pigs be similar?
He found it incredible when he thought that the Stone Statue Village actually ate a black phoenix as pork. No wonder the people in this village were so highly cultivated.
Outside, an existence like Black Phoenix is definitely a life that is worshiped by countless people, but now it is reduced to food in the Stone Statue Village.
"Black Phoenix? That is the artist's masterpiece."
The lame tailor said nonchalantly: "The painter is best at painting. This black phoenix was killing creatures outside. When the painter caught her, he painted her into a pig."
Lin Mu was stunned when he heard this: "Draw the black phoenix as a pig?"
Such methods are obviously beyond his understanding.
He knew that this must be a means of refining Qi.
He knew clearly that Black Phoenix's transformation into a big white pig was not an illusion, but a real pig, with genes and cells completely changed.
I really don’t know how the artist managed to paint the black phoenix into a pig. This kind of painting method is really amazing.
When the poisonous painter saw it, a smile appeared on his ugly face: "Little guy, this is my unique skill. Do you want to learn it? If you want to learn it, I can teach you."
Lin Mu's eyes suddenly lit up: "I want to learn."
This is a Qi refining method, a powerful magical power. How could he not want to learn it?
"Hey little guy, don't listen to the painter's nonsense."
The lame tailor shook his head: "Everyone's cultivation method is different. Although the painter's painting skills are unparalleled in the world, if you don't follow this path, you won't be able to learn her skills."
Everyone else in the village thought so.
If this were not the case, there would be so many masters in the village, how could they not know how to learn from them.
Especially those ancestors, I am afraid they will pester the few Qi Refiners in the village every day.
But obviously, this is unrealistic.
Everyone's means of endurance are different, and even the Qi Refiner's methods may not be suitable for everyone.
Therefore, the ancestors in the village can only practice their own fate.
Lin Mu didn't think so.
Because his destiny is the endless road, the path of mortals.
The more ordinary things are, the more they can accommodate more fate.
Genius is a framed drawing that must be painted according to a specific frame, but mortals are like the simplest white paper. It will be more difficult to draw on it, but the advantage is that you can paint it in any way.
In other words, genius is a building that already has a foundation, and the house must be built according to this foundation.
Mortals are a piece of earth without foundation, and they can build foundations at will, starting from nothing.
"I can try to learn. If it doesn't work, I'll give up."
Lin Mu immediately said.
Hearing what he said, the others didn't think much and just thought he was curious.
Roar!
At this moment, a wild beast roared outside the village.
Lin Mu turned around and looked shocked.
Outside the village, I saw a slovenly man carrying a large wine pot, grabbing a huge red dragon and smashing the red dragon to the ground.
What made Lin Mu feel suffocated was that judging from the aura emanating from the red dragon, it was clearly an existence that was not inferior to the black phoenix.
"The drunkard is back?"
The "old, weak, sick and disabled" people in the village are not surprised.
"Drunkard, your hunting skills are not good. We have already reached the entrance of the village. How come this red dragon is still alive and kicking?"
The Shaggy Butcher scoffed.
"Ha, I made a mistake. I knocked it unconscious at first. Now it seems that my hand was a little light. It woke up again halfway."
The drunkard smiled awkwardly.
Then he hit it hard again, and the red dragon was knocked unconscious by him.
Lin Mu was completely speechless.
Next, Lin Mu saw the painter's painting skills.
The artist used the red dragon's body as a drawing board and quickly drew a pig on the red dragon. Then the red dragon turned into a big white pig and was also locked in the pig pen.
"The harvest was good today. The drunkard actually caught such a big pig."
The hunchbacked village chief was very satisfied.
It can be heard from their words that although the strength of this red dragon is nothing to them, this kind of prey is not common.
However, the large white pig transformed from the red dragon is indeed larger, three times the size of other large white pigs.
The one-armed blacksmith drooled: "The pork turned into Yalong is the most delicious."
"Hahaha."
The hunchbacked village chief laughed, "Just in time, we will kill the pigs tonight to celebrate the fact that after three trillion years, new members have joined our stone statue village."
The village suddenly burst into cheers.
Lin Mu couldn't calm down.
His knowledge was already profound, but in this stone statue village, many things overturned his thinking.
That evening, the Changmao butcher began to kill the pigs.
The pig he killed was the big white pig that the red dragon had transformed into.
The villagers gathered around the bonfire and collectively ate the big white pig that the red dragon had turned into.
It was also Lin Mu's first time to taste such a delicacy in the world. It tasted as easy as eating pork, but it also had the taste of dragon meat.
Moreover, this "pork" contained rich energy, and his cultivation level improved a lot after eating it.
After that, Lin Mu began his spiritual life in the Stone Statue Village.
During the day, he would either go hunting with the villagers, or learn skills from a few Qi refiners, and at night he would use the waste marrow to practice.
The third day.
Lin Mu once again went to the painter to learn painting from him.
"My painting requires Qi Shu to make ink. You are still in the ancestral realm and cannot use Qi Shu. However, your blood is the blood of Daluo, so you can barely use it."
The painter said.
Lin Mu was very reluctant to consume mortal blood.
But in order to learn the skills of a painter, he had to give up even if he didn't want to.
