Archean Eon Art

"You can't try indiscriminately," Meng Xiangu said. "Indiscriminate attempts may allow you to discover all kinds of benefits. But they may also bring irreparable consequences. Everything should be natural."

Meng Chuan nodded.

"Follow the nature, in practice you will naturally grasp some of the usage." Meng Xiangu smiled, "This is the most gentle method, wait for you to enter Yuanchu Mountain, find the secrets about it. You can understand how to use it thoroughly ."

"Yes, grandmother." Meng Chuan replied respectfully.He asked his father and grandmother for the same reason.An unknown power, no previous experience, purely to explore on their own!too dangerous.

Now, I have a certain grasp of the potential within a short period of time, no need to take risks.

"Also, the matter of the eyebrow space must be kept secret." Meng Xiangu glanced at the father and son. "Absolutely never tell anyone else."

"Yes." Both father and son responded.

...

After visiting the aunt and grandmother, Meng Chuan returned to the Jinghu Meng Mansion and continued his 8,000 knife-drawings today.

In the martial arts field.

An escort stood on a tree branch, holding a crossbow to the bottom.

Meng Chuan stood a few feet away, the knife in the scabbard.

"This feeling is completely different from the past." Meng Chuan could clearly sense all the movements of the guard on the big tree. The guard first looked at his young master, his hand muscles began to tense, and then his finger pulled the trigger.The process of pulling and the process of ejecting the small flying arrows in the crossbow were very clearly'perceived' by Meng Chuan.

call.

At the moment when the guard's fingers started to pull, Meng Chuan had already flashed.

When the small flying arrow just flew out, the knife light crossed the sky and cut the red dot on the flying arrow shaft.

"Ah." The guard was startled, and the blade of light cut across the front, very close to the crossbow in his hand.

"This, this, this..." The guard was frightened, and even the other guards and servants watching were startled.

This small flying arrow was cut as soon as it was shot?The distance is too close.

The warrior also has a reaction time. For normal reaction time, the flying arrows should be out of a certain distance.

"This is my pre-judgment." Meng Chuan's guards were shocked and made up casually, "Ma San he shot this crossbow, I don't know how many times. I prejudged that he would shoot a flying arrow, Immediately shot... really, as soon as the flying arrow flew out, I immediately cut it."

"Master is great."

"Master's judgment is really accurate." They all boasted in praise.

Meng Chuan smiled.

Pre-judgment requires rich experience and some luck.Because the actions of the powerful warrior are vague under the naked eye.For example, how fast is the guard who pulls the trigger on the tree?With the cover of the robe and the branches of the big tree, even if the naked eye sees clearly, it is too late to shoot.

Meng Chuan is not.

He was able to'sense' everything in great detail, guarding the changes in his eyes, the body's natural preparations, the moment the trigger was pulled... everything was extremely clear.

No need to prejudge,'see' can be shot.

"If this is the case, every time I can fly an arrow and just fly out, I will hit it. It will be difficult for me to practice my sword." Meng Chuan secretly said.

"Well, set a rule for yourself."

"The moment you have to fly an arrow, shoot again." Meng Chuan made a decision. After all, he practiced the knife-pulling style to be fast and accurate after all!

"Come next." Meng Chuan ordered.

"Yes."

Ma Sanlian converged on the spirit. It was indeed scary enough that Daoguang had just passed by.

call out.

Once again, flying arrows were shot. This time Meng Chuan still observed the whole process incomparably clear, but he only pulled out his sword when the flying arrows were ejected.

As soon as the body flashed, the erratic blade of light had been cut on the red dots of the arrowhead, and the blade of air fell on the trunk covered with iron, leaving traces.

"Master has no further judgment." Only those guards and servants returned to calm, this is normal!Eight thousand times a day, the young master used to do this.

Because I went to the ancestral home, today I practiced the knife-drawing style later, and I was afraid that the three hours would continue until the afternoon.

...

Dongning House, an ordinary house.

A fat man wearing a hat and a bearded man came to the door of the house and knocked.

The door opened, and a man with sharp-billed monkey cheeks glanced outwards, and immediately smiled and said: "It's Grandpa Zhao, please come inside."

"Well." The bearded man answered, and the fat big man smiled behind his second brother.

The two entered the house, and led by the man with the jaguar monkey gills, came to the first hall.

"Brother Zhao." A silver-haired old man in the hall smiled and arched his hands, and a man stood behind him.

"Have the housekeeper received all my goods?" The bearded man sat down casually, while the fat man was sitting down.

"Received, the goods were received in three batches. According to the conversion of five, it was 16,800 silver. I counted it as an integer, and it was 172,000." The silver-haired old man said with a smile, "Brother Zhao is satisfied ?"

The bearded man nodded slightly: "Those are ordinary goods, and I still have a few heavy goods."

"Please." The silver-haired old man's eyes lit up.

"The first one is a jade horse." The bearded man took out a wooden box from his arms. After the wooden box was opened, there was a gentle jade horse lying flat. This carved jade horse was slightly larger than the palm of his hand. , White and warm, but this white jade horse, the surface is strangely faint with a red halo.

"It's a sculpture made of the best sheep fat jade, and it should be a devil's beloved thing. It may be placed on the devil's desk. For a long time, the devil's breath has been integrated into it." The silver-haired old man nodded slightly. It’s not very helpful to practice, but it is indeed a rare thing. I can make five thousand two dollars for this one."

"Five thousand five hundred and two." The bearded man said.

"Good, just listen to Brother Zhao, five thousand five hundred and two." The silver-haired old man laughed.

Followed by the second piece of the third piece of the fourth piece of baby, add up to a total of twenty-two thousand silver, the pieces are rare.

"This is the last one, this is a real treasure." The bearded man said seriously, saying that he took off his jacket and tossed out of the clothes before untiring the internal buckle, and took out the heavy cloth wrapped in cotton Mystery.

The silver-haired old man looked carefully.

The bearded man opened the cotton cloth, and the strong and domineering breath suddenly filled.

"Spirit breath? Is it the inheritance of the gods and spirits?" The silver-haired old man had some speculation, but he frowned when he saw the opened cotton cloth. "So small? How come there is no text?"

This is a broken piece of black iron. The piece of black iron is only as big as a slap. You should know that even a common demon inherits a page of paper and it has a normal paper size.

"What is this?" the silver-haired old man asked.

"do not know."

The bearded man said, "This black iron film has no text on the surface and no tricks. At the same time it is also broken. But... its breath of gods and demons is extremely domineering. It is much stronger than the common pages of gods and demons. ."

"Maybe, it's a small piece of the demon weapon." The silver-haired old man smiled, "I'm willing to give three thousand two."

"It can't be a weapon." The bearded man shook his head. "It's flat, like fragments of paper. I can't think of any weapon with such fragments."

"Can you try to accept the heritage?" the silver-haired old man asked.

The inheritance of the gods and demons can all be immersed in it, and see the tricks of the gods and demons.

That is the inheritance of artistic conception.

For example, the piece of divine magic sword technique presented by the elder Meng Chuande can accept the artistic conception.

"No." The bearded man shook his head. "Several of us in the village have tried without leaks, and none of them can feel it."

"Then this is not the inheritance of the gods and demons." The silver-haired old man laughed, "Although the spirit of the gods and demons is extremely rich, but an item with no use, even if it is related to the gods and demons, I can only produce up to five thousand two."

"One hundred thousand two silvers," said the bearded man. "A copper plate is indispensable."

"One hundred thousand two?" The silver-haired old man glared. "The true divine inheritance residual page, the price of a residual page is more than one hundred thousand two. But you can't accept the inheritance at all. You don't even know what it is. To be so high Price?"

"First, our "blood cloud robber" pays a lot for this black iron piece. Second, it is extremely powerful in its spirit. It must be extraordinary." The bearded man said, "One hundred thousand and two is set by my brother Yes. If you want it, you get 100,000 two."

"You're waiting here, I'll ask my host." The silver-haired old man nodded to his side.

"Good." Both the bearded man and the fat man wait patiently.

quickly.

An elegant man came over.

"Brother Zhao." The elegant man nodded with a smile while he looked at the black iron film and hesitated. "Can I get started?"

"Yes." The bearded man nodded.

The elegant man gently touched the black iron film after watching it and watched for a long time, saying: "It is indeed a very powerful deity, but it is probably a fragment of a powerful devil's personal belongings. It may not be useful at all. I have at most two Thousands of silver come to bet."

"Say, one hundred thousand two, not less." The bearded man said.

"Then there is no way." The elegant man shook his head gently.

"Row."

The bearded man smiled and nodded, "We will stay in Dongning for a few days. If you change your mind, you can come to us again. How to find us, you know very well."

"Good." The elegant man nodded.

"This is the 38,000-two silver tickets I said before." The silver-haired old man put a stack of silver tickets there. The bearded man looked over it after taking it. The denominations were 1,200, which was 38. .

"Let's go, don't have to give it away." The bearded man took the fat man straight away.

The elegant man watched them leave before frowning: "Housekeeper, you have to draw the black iron piece just now. You have to paint exactly the same. After painting, we will see the host."

"Yes." The silver-haired old man responded respectfully.

"The host may be able to recognize what kind of treasure this is." The elegant man thought.