Chapter 23 Performing a Swinging Hand
Lin Du has always felt that she is a contradictory person. She seems to follow her heart and go with the flow, but in fact, she can be messy by herself, but she can't tolerate others saying that she can't do it.
She lay flat, but not completely, and repeated sit-ups made her even more tired.
People can not think, but they can't do it.
Apart from the relationship with her parents, as long as she wants, there is nothing she can't do, and no one she can't get.
Yan Ye saw that the disciple who usually practiced in the cave after dinner sat back opposite him.
"What's wrong?"
"Master learns swordsmanship for self-defense as a formation master, so what should I do as a disciple to make up for the shortcomings?"
This is the first time that Lin Du asked to learn it.
Yan Ye thought it was strange, so strange that he even thought that the sun should be out in the sky at this time.
Although Lin Du, his disciple, had been his disciple for less than a year, he dared to say that he understood him quite well.
This person was very similar to himself in character, with the attitude of a gamer. Although he had an ice spirit root, he was not very cold-tempered, but rather very easy-going.
Yan Ye wanted to know what kind of immortal could make a person who was content with what he had become motivated to improve himself.
He thought about it and asked.
Lin Du replied, "You can't say you can't do it."
Yan Ye thought to himself that this was a lame answer, "Why do you think I let you soak in Luoze every day?" What
else could it be? To exercise your lungs and strengthen your body.
Lin Du didn't even want to put away the lazy smile on his face, and sat on the ice alone.
"Lin Du, your ice-breaking palm is now below Tengyun, and probably no one can resist it."
Yan Ye laughed softly, and couldn't help but reach out and touch the head of his little apprentice who had rarely died.
"Your body is not suitable for strenuous exercise. You can't practice the rough things like swords. It's not that you can't practice the fancy magic, but they also have to cooperate with the fancy postures, so you..."
Yan Ye paused, "One move is enough."
"However, you can't not practice physical skills. You can always practice them when you get better in the future. It's never too late."
He suddenly thought of something, "If you really want to use something for self-defense, can you ask Jiang Liang for some poison powder?"
Lin Du rolled his eyes and stood up to leave.
Yan Ye suddenly called her, "Actually, it's not that there is no Qiao Sect."
It takes time to set up a formation, but there is a kind of formation that is deadly when it is set up.
Lin Du paused.
"It's just that, are your hands flexible enough?"
The young man's voice was teasing and contemptuous. If Lin Du was not still a child here, she really felt that this sentence was a little wrong.
Lin Du turned around with a blank expression, "How about I show my master a flower hand shake?"
Yan Ye was stunned, "Flower hand, what flower hand?"
Lin Du stretched out a pair of slender hands. This body was clearly thirteen years old, but the bones were born with good bones, just like her previous life, with distinct joints and slender like bamboo.
Those were a pair of hands suitable for being soaked in formalin for viewing or for being turned into specimens for display after being skeletonized.
Then the bases of the two hands overlapped, the ten fingers looked somewhat relaxed, and then began to twist wildly.
Yan Ye: ...
What kind of devil got into his little apprentice's body, and he said something was wrong today!
Lin Du did not forget to ask, "Is it fast enough? If not, I can go faster."
Yan Ye covered his forehead.
Lin Du withdrew his hands, the older ones were still not as coquettish as the younger ones.
She stretched out the two hands side by side in front of her, clenched them into fists, and then blew a breath, and the ten fingers were very obedient and spread out from one side, and then returned to their positions one by one, very obedient.
It was indeed flexible.
Yan Ye then stopped trying to exorcise the demons and defend the Dao, "Give me some time, I'll have someone forge a magic weapon for you."
Lin Du thanked him obediently, not at all like he had been deliberately messing around.
Yan Ye was somewhat helpless, as it was his first time accepting a disciple, and he had no experience, and he didn't know if other people's disciples were as good as Lin Du's.
When Lin Du turned to leave, Yan Ye suddenly asked again, "Who said you were weak and incompetent?"
"No." Lin Du did not turn around, his voice was like the falling snow, "It's just that I don't want to be powerless when it really comes to that."
Array masters are not even better than the fragile mages in the game. They spend a lot of calculations and efforts to finally lay out the array, or use it to create tools. It is always a preliminary preparation, and it is definitely not a profession suitable for fighting and making a living in the wild.
It has been like this for thousands of years, but Yan Ye doesn't believe it.
Now Lin Du doesn't believe it even more.
Among the ten ancient remnant arrays, the first one she chose was a killing array.
After being sealed for a long time, the sect's treasure pavilion finally reappeared in the light of day.
The reason why it is difficult to open is that there are a total of twenty-one formations, and the way to open each formation is different, but the biggest treasure is hidden in the treasure house.
When Lin Du heard Feng Chao complaining, he thought of the sect treasure stolen by the demon king.
...
What good family's sect treasure was stolen from the warehouse where medicinal materials were stored? It couldn't be a hammer sect treasure. Can
the twenty-one formations in this treasure house be set up?
Lin Du glanced at it. She could guess what the first eleven formations were, but she couldn't feel the last ten at all.
How did the Supreme Sect fall in the plot?
Oh, everyone was killed by the demons, and one of the few remaining great powers was sacrificed to the Heavenly Dao.
Lin Du secretly complained about the plot in his heart. Without me, this family would have to leave sooner or later.
"We're here." Feng Chao suddenly said.
The four teenagers looked up at the nine-story tower in front of them at the same time.
It was undoubtedly a pagoda, built with colored glaze components, and carved with various runes, flowers, birds, beasts, fish, and insects on the colored glaze tiles. It was radiant and brilliant in the late autumn sun. When
people stood under it, they felt that there was an infinite and majestic spiritual power that made them dare not look directly. If they stood there for a long time, they could even see golden dragons, flying phoenixes, and tigers walking on the colored glaze tiles. Under
the green mountains, one can understand the difference between man and nature, and in front of the pagoda, one can understand the distance between man and the immortals.
"You go in, I won't go in. This pagoda contains the spiritual treasures that our sect's disciples of all generations have collected from all over the place. Because they are useless to themselves, they are donated to the sect to be left to future generations. This is the foundation of our sect."
"This pagoda has been restricted. Each of you can only choose one. After entering, close your eyes and sense it, and the treasure will also choose a master."
The tools in the cultivation world can be divided into magic tools, spiritual tools, magic treasures, and spiritual treasures from inferior to good, and each of them is divided into four grades: heaven, earth, and yellow.
The rarest are ancient spiritual treasures, and there are also legendary immortal tools left in the upper world, most of which are dusty remains in the lower world.
According to Feng Chao, those who are qualified to enter the sect's treasure house are at least the highest-level spiritual treasures.
The Supreme Sect is a real rich family.