Chapter 230
The top of the Sword Tower.
The top of the Sword Tower still has the same strange scene formed around the strange stone. At first glance, there is no change, but if you observe carefully, you can still notice some differences.
For example, there are a few more fish swimming in the clear spring, and the trees are more lush....
Li Mo has just copied the strange stone three times, and without exception, he is a little bit off.
So he stood on the top of the Sword Tower and looked into the distance.
"That's the Sword Pond..."
When Li Mo saw the huge circular square, Bingtuozi stood on the high platform and pointed with a ruler in his hand.
Bingtuozi always has the aura of mastering the truth.
Student Li can even imagine what she was talking about.
What needs to be demonstrated, what kind of look does one have when seeing a dull disciple...
"Wait, why did the scene from last night come up again?"
"No, why does she keep coming up?"
Li Mo couldn't help but murmur in his heart, he should now concentrate on copying the strange stone...
"What are you looking at?"
The speaker was Wei Zhaoliu.
She was still wearing the glasses made of North Sea round crystals, her face was not clear, her hair was much shorter than before, and judging from her breath, she should have just gone to observe the strange stone again.
"Look at Fairy Han."
Li Mo still looked at the sword pool.
"Hmm? Can you see it?"
Wei Zhaoliu's eyes widened, thinking that this young man Li's eyesight was really terrifying, and then he nodded:
"Oh, you are talking about Ying Bing, I went to listen to her sermon, I was really admired, it's ridiculous that I wanted to compare with her before..."
Li Mo asked: "Why is your hair so short?"
"Well, every time I listen to her sermon, I feel that my swordsmanship has improved, and then I come back to try to erase the hammer mark."
"Then what?"
"I failed every time, so in order to let myself remember the lesson, I cut a finger of hair to show my determination."
"...It looks like I have become stronger."
Li Mo suddenly felt guilty.
But Bingtu also has to share half of this guilt. If it weren't for her, Wei Zhaoliu wouldn't often feel that he is good enough.
It's better to try to finish copying the strange stone as soon as possible.
That way, I won't see the day when Wei Zhaoliu becomes bald.
"Why does he always draw strange stones?"
Wei Zhaoliu was puzzled. Is this a new way of cultivation?
Making a divine observation map?
Some seniors in Jiancheng had this idea before, but it was never realized. The reason was that the strange stone itself seemed not to be used for observation, but the sword marks on it could be used.
However, few people were qualified to carry the divine will of the sword marks.....
Li Mo sat down in front of the strange stone.
He took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. The ink was ground by Bingtuozi when he was drinking tea in the morning.
Originally, there were a lot of Qingmai Yujian in stock, but now there are only five left.
Student Li cheered up. Jiancheng allowed him to comprehend the strange stone, but he could not take it away.
Before leaving Yunzhou, he must draw it.....
"This stone should not be just a stone."
Student Li muttered to himself.
.....
Sword Pond.
In the past, when a swordsman came to Yunzhou to preach, there was no intermission. Since Ying Bing came, this rule has been changed.
What she said was simple, but it took time to comprehend and ponder.
Otherwise, others might not understand her while she was talking.
A break lasted for half an hour, which was neither long nor short.
Ying Bing held Tianshuang and stood on the high platform of the sword pool. He simply made a pot of tea and closed his eyes to rest.
When people are quiet, they will think more.
That's why he closed his eyes, and his thoughts drifted back to the box last night, where the moon was hazy and the candlelight was floating... The touch was lingering, and it became more real when he wanted to forget it.
Even the warmth of his palm seemed to remain...
Some of the smarter disciples below had a flash of wisdom in their eyes at this time.
"Did Fairy Ying gain new insights?"
"Hiss... She mastered the unique swordsmanship in the blink of an eye! Very likely!"
"I wonder what profound swordsmanship she is thinking about..."
The disciples looked at each other, but did not dare to speak too loudly.
For fear of disturbing Ying Bing's 'enlightenment'.
Ying Bing: "..."
No, I can't think about it anymore.
She took out the tea set and planned to make tea to divert her attention, but her eyes suddenly paused.
Is this her tea table?
The tea set on the table was given by Li Mo not long ago. It looks simple, but it is actually very precious. Unfortunately, there is only one cup.
This morning, he took the only teacup and drank it.
He gave the tea leaves casually, hammered the tea table with a hammer, and made the snacks for drinking tea.Besides...
Gululu... the water for washing tea was poured on the big-headed doll next to it.
Hmm...
Anyway, this Xumi object is very solid, so it became her tea pet.
Even the tea pet is a Q version of Li Mo's big-headed doll!
"When... is there a shadow of him everywhere around her?"
"Really..."
Ying Bing pursed her lips and gently poked the big-headed doll's forehead with a finger, making it shake.
Then her eyes moved slightly, and she picked up another piece of tea and stuck it on the philtrum of the Q version of Li Mo.
Last time, she posted a note on the philtrum, and he seemed very unconvinced...
"Miss Ying..."
"Miss Ying?"
The person next to her ear called twice, and she turned back.
"It's almost time for the sermon."
It was Elder Zeng who came to remind her. He looked at the doll, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and leaned back slightly.
"Okay..."
Ying Bing stood up and put away the tea set.
Why didn't I feel that the rest time was so short before...
"What were you looking at just now?"
"Looking..."
Ying Bing twisted the big-headed doll's head back, lowered his eyes and thought for a while.
"Lovely wife fighting spirit?"
"???"
.........
"Just drawing is not enough."
"You have to experience it personally..."
After wasting another piece of Qingmai Jade Paper, Li Mo stood up.
Approaching the strange stone, he slowly stretched out his palm and touched it.
It's strange to say.
The moment he touched the strange stone, the seven Xuandan in his body flickered faintly.
They circulated according to the Zhoutian law, and the speed of their operation became faster and faster, and they even began to tremble slightly, and the movement became louder and louder.
Boom——
Li Mo felt something inexplicably.
This inexplicable connection was not because of the Xuandan itself, but because they were all stars in their own world seeds.
Like attracts like, they seemed to have seen the same kind.
"Huh..."
Li Mo suddenly found that he seemed to be able to understand the true mystery of the strange stone through its surface.
This was something he had never seen before when he was comprehending martial arts on it.
"What's wrong with him?"
However, not far away.
In Wei Zhaoliu's eyes, Li Mo was just in a daze.
There was no special movement, but what surprised her was that this strange stone was not something that could be touched easily. If one's aptitude was not enough, he would be overwhelmed by the endless mystery in an instant...
The next moment.
The Qingmai Jade Paper suddenly floated up.
Li Mo raised the pen in his hand, splashed ink, and the pen moved like a dragon. This time he was no longer cautious, but he was indescribably free and unrestrained.
