The ninth wonder of one person

Chapter 131 Yangjia Village

Jiang Xin and Yang Gang were dawdling here, while the mud monkey called the hozen and the Soul of Destiny on the other side were fighting with each other.

Although the Soul of Fate looks invisible and intangible, it can actually attack physically. Although the attack power is not very strong, it is not a problem to fight the mud monkey with two moves.

The situation of the mud monkey is unclear, but the soul of life can be controlled by Jiang Xin to a certain extent.

Eyes moved slightly, Jiang Xin was talking to Yang Gang to delay the time, and at the same time, part of her mind went out to control the attacking action of the soul of life.

On the opposite side of Jiang Xin, relying on the three wisps of energy connected to the mud monkey, Yang Gang instantly noticed that the originally dull movements of the soul of fate had become lively. He glanced at Jiang Xin and immediately had an inference.

With a slight movement in his heart, Yang Gang clasped his fingers secretly, and a few breaths of energy radiated out, and the two little clay figurines who had been hiding in the dark and were not burned by the purple fire immediately joined the battle.

Although Fate Soul is small in size, the strength in his hands is not diminished at all. The skill of using the Tai Chi backbone and combining other methods is comparable to that of the mud monkey jumping up and down.

Chirp—

Seeing that the blow that fell on his head was thrown aside by Minghun with that weird move, the hozen grinned anxiously and scratched his ears and cheeks.

At this time, two clay figurines in the distance ran out holding up two lassoes made of breath in their hands, babbling, and just tossing their hands, the lassoes seemed to have life and directly chased after the soul of life .

Still falling on himself from the noose, Minghun grinned slightly, and then flew out in the form of wispy black smoke, and reassembled, while the noose remained in place alone.

"???" The two clay figurines were stunned, and after tilting their heads, they finally came to their senses: "Yeeeeah!"

"Chirp!" The monkey got a little impatient, stretched out his hand to push away the two clay figurines that were in the way, stomped on his foot and rushed out again, with the red qi light in his hand on the stone stick, and smashed at the soul of life again.

"Ugh—" The virtual state can ignore all physical attacks, but if you want to avoid the threat of Qi in this way, it's a bit whimsical.

Using the method of Taiji Huajinshou to move the stone stick away, let the power pour into the empty space, Minghun immediately stepped forward, his five fingers became claws, and gouged out the mud monkey's chest.

A mass of yellow mud was peeled off, revealing the tangled fibers of grass and trees inside.

Looking at the mud in Fate Soul's hands, the monkey was stunned for a moment, then became more and more violent, and the two villains on the side also rushed over, looking like they were about to fight Fate Soul to the death.

"Good opportunity." Jiang Xin's eyes lit up a little, and he moved the soul of life to block between the mud monkey and a clay figurine, watching the stone stick fall into an incorporeal state.

With a hiss, streams of black air were torn apart by the red qi light, and behind Minghun, the screaming clay figurine was also smashed into a ball of mud.

Chirp - chirp -
Looking at the accomplice who was smashed by him in front of him, the monkey scratched his head, and seeing the ghostly figure of the soul of life reappeared again, he rushed out again with the stick.

pat—

There was another soft sound, and the second clay figurine was also brutally murdered and turned into a ball of mud.

Obviously the one in front of him was Minghun, but the one he killed was his accomplice. The monkey was a little confused for a while, and stood there blankly. Taking this opportunity, Minghun turned his palm into a knife and raised it behind the monkey. fall.

A few black lines crossed, and five or six pieces of mud fell on the ground, and the monkey's red eyes were also extinguished.

"It's a good puppet show, taking advantage of the lack of brains of these little things." Seeing the battle over there, Yang Gang no longer held back his hands, a Buddha's light flashed on his chest, and six arms emerged behind him.

Capture, grab, fist, palm, hammer, plus the two fingers in Yang Gang's hand that came together again, at the same time, the six attacks hit Jiang Xin in unison, and for a while, the air was full of sharp whistling sounds.

Recalling the five qi of the soul movement, Jiang Xin moved more than ten meters away at once, leaving Yang Gang's strength in the empty space.

"It's this trick again." Seeing Jiang Xin teleporting out, Yang Gang's eyes moved slightly, and he stretched out his hand to grab it out of thin air, and a gray cloth bag appeared in his hand.

"Come on!" Yang Gang yelled loudly, breathing out all over his body, the shriveled cloth bag opened instantly, and then an inexplicable suction locked onto Jiang Xin out of thin air, the breath rolled backwards, and the Yuan Qi all over Jiang Xin looked like It's like meeting the water flow of the pump, it's hard to pour out from the body voluntarily, and sink into the cloth bag.

"The ability is similar to that of stealing and swallowing beasts." Jiang Xin's heart moved, and a purple flame rose instantly, and the next moment, it was driven by the suction, turning into a purple thread and rushing towards the cloth bag.

Seeing this, Yang Gang calmed down, shook the bag in his hand, and the swallowed qi poured out like a flood, hit the purple fire, and instantly turned into a fluffy flame several meters in size.

When the flames dissipated, Jiang Xin was still in the forest, but Yang Gang had disappeared.

Before Jiang Xin could be confused, a voice like Hong Zhong Da Lu came from the top of Jiang Xin's head. When he looked up, he found that Yang Gang appeared above his head holding a magic subduing pestle at some point.

And in the distant forest, purple runes flickered like shadows, enveloping Jiang Xin in the middle.

Tried to mobilize the five qi in his chest but found no movement, Jiang Xin was silent for a moment, then raised his head: "How did you do it?"

"You don't need to worry about it." Yang Gang waved the magic pestle in his hand, and the talisman culture scattered in the forest was collected in a trickle, and turned into the familiar purple golden bowl again.

Scattering the golden energy from his body, Yang Gang jumped down and said, "Let's go, the old man wants to see you."

"See me?" Jiang Xin was taken aback for a moment, and then followed: "Since the old man wants to see me, why do you want me to fight with you?"

Yang Gang glanced at Jiang Xin: "Oh, you care about me!"

Facing such a tough reply, Jiang Xin felt speechless for a while, and could only follow him all the way back to the company.

It was still the same office as last time, but this time, instead of Yang Gang sitting on that sofa chair, was an old man who also looked about 80 or [-] years old.

"dad."

Waving Yang Gang to go aside, the old man looked at Jiang Xin and smiled: "You must be Xiao Jiang."

"You know me?"

"I don't know." The old man shook his head: "But according to the news I got, there is only one person named Jiang Xin who will come to my Yang family at this time. Why, don't you have that name."

Looking at the benevolent old man in front of him, Jiang Xin's heart tightened for no reason, and she nodded immediately: "Yeah, of course my name is Jiang Xin."

"That's good, then it's considered that I didn't find the wrong person." The old man nodded, walked up to Jiang Xin and looked him up and down: "You are a very energetic young man. All right, don't worry about Xiao Gang, come with me .”

"where to?"

"The land of the Yang family."

the next day.

Suddenly awakened by the sunlight shining on his face, Jiang Xin opened his eyes, and found that he had been lying on a wooden bed at some point, pushed open the door and walked out, a village with singing birds and fragrant flowers greeted his eyes.

"This is."

Just when Jiang Xin was a little confused, a child with mud on his face ran up to Jiang Xin: "Uncle, you are awake, Grandpa told me to take you to see him."

"Call me brother."

The child gave Jiang Xin a weird look, didn't say anything, just grabbed the clay figurine in his hand and ran out quickly: "No!"

bad boy!
With a thought of Jiang Xin, the power of the thought came in an instant, and grabbed the child back who hadn't run far away: "If you don't bark, don't bark, what are you running, take me to see your great-grandpa."

The child didn't speak, but just looked at Jiang Xin and laughed badly.

Looking at this scene, Jiang Xin subconsciously felt something was wrong, and then a gust of wind came from behind her head.

boom-

Regardless of using his thoughts to restrain the child, Jiang Xin rolled forward on a donkey for a few meters, a puff of dust behind him exploded, and after the dust settled, a clay sculpture that seemed to be nearly a person's height appeared in front of him.

"This is, the white tiger?" Looking at the majestic and slender tiger in front of him, Jiang Xin stood up straight, lifted up Yuan Qi and stared closely at the white tiger's eyes. .

"Uncle idiot guessed wrong, this is the second grandpa's clarification."

"It's made." Jiang Xin scanned the white tiger up and down, but he didn't see any flaws. Even the eyes that were most likely to have holes were lifelike, and even the expression in them could be seen .

"Xiwazi!!!"

Just when Jiang Xin was looking at Baihu in a daze, a gloomy growl sounded behind the two of them. Turning his head away, a man had already grabbed Xiwazi by the collar and picked him up. Clap a few times.

He stretched out his hand to shake Xiwazi, who was crying loudly, and then the strong man looked at Jiang Xin: "Brother Xiaojiang, I'm really sorry, these melons just like to mess around, and I made you laugh. My name is Yang Cheng, you can call I'll be an uncle."

"No, it's okay, Uncle Cheng." Jiang Xin looked at Xiwa who had disappeared after a while, and pointed at the white tiger: "This is"

"Oh, this." Uncle Cheng patted the white tiger and let out a dull thumping sound: "This is made by the elders of the family to ensure the safety of the village, as long as you don't take the initiative to use your ability against the people in the village , he will not attack you."

"Okay, let's not talk about this for now." Uncle Cheng let Baihu leave here, and then walked in front of Jiang Xin: "Come with me, grandfather wants to see you."

"If there is anything else, you can talk about it on the way, don't make grandfather wait in a hurry."

Jiang Xin nodded, followed in Uncle Cheng's footsteps: "Are all of you here responsible for guarding the safety of the village are sculptures like the white tiger just now?"

"Yes." Uncle Cheng nodded: "There are not many people in the village, and most of them still have to learn crafts from a few elders. The intelligence of those sculptures is not low, so it is just right for them to walk around the village."

Maybe there are other rules. Uncle Cheng and Jiang Xin didn't talk much, most of them were about irrelevant common sense. Once something more important was involved, they would directly bring the topic over.

The two chatted all the way, and soon came to a compound: "Okay, Grandpa is inside, you just go through the gate and go straight in."

Uncle Cheng smiled: "I have other things to do, so I won't be with you."

Jiang Xin nodded, pushed open the courtyard door and walked in. As far as he could see, there were two rows of large sculptures with the number of double ten. Entering the lobby under the gaze of these clay sculptures, Jiang Xin saw Yang The head of the family - Yang Cunren.

"Come on, sit down." Yang Cunren pointed to a chair beside him, and waited until Jiang Xin sat down before continuing: "I already know the purpose of your coming here."

Knowing the existence of the magic spell, Jiang Xin was not surprised. He took out the wooden box containing the clay figurine from the pouch and put it on the table: "This is what the old man asked me to bring here."

The old man reached out and took the wooden box to look at it twice, and put it on the wooden table beside him: "I already know the matter, you can stay in the village temporarily for these days, and when it is finished, I will send the finished product to you." Leave it to you."

Seeing the old man put on a gesture of seeing off the guests, Jiang Xin couldn't ask the question in his heart, so he could only turn around and leave.

Watching Jiang Xin leave the yard, Yang Cunren turned his attention to the box again, picked it up after a moment of silence and opened it.

Inside is a clay figurine whose charm has dissipated a lot, and a note with a few lines of writing.

But this seemingly normal note completely overturned the somewhat indifferent expression on Yang Cunren's face. When he closed the box again, the original indifference on his face had completely disappeared.

Angrily, he slapped the note on the table, took out the brainstorm that Gou Chen had sent him a long time ago, entered a few messages, and sent it back flying again: "Old man, what do you want to do!"

I don't know what level of cultivation these two have reached. The inspiration, which was not very fast, disappeared into the sky in an instant like a stream of light driven by these two.

Within a few seconds, an idea came from a distance: "I'm just telling you something, and the rest is none of my business. Don't go back!"

"Immortal!" Gritting his teeth, Yang Cunren's chest heaved and heaved. After taking a few deep breaths, he called in the person who had been with him all the time: "Go ahead, prepare another set of equipment and a room." The studio and the corresponding materials are all prepared for me."

"This is."

"Don't worry about it." Yang Cunren waved his hand: "If they ask, just say I called."

After leaving the gate of the courtyard, the silence inside was immediately cut off by the courtyard wall, and the distant singing of birds and children's laughter reached Jiang Xin's ears again.

After carefully identifying the direction, Jiang Xin did not go back to her residence here, but walked to the east of the village, where a young boy was making clay sculptures with mud.

Going to the side and squatting down, Jiang Xin silently watched the process of his modeling clay.

The qi light wraps the hands, selects different types of fibers to form a human-shaped skeleton, and then fills it with different types of mud, and moves the qi in the hands to blend them together.Afterwards, the fibers that replaced the main blood vessels and meridians were buried in the mud at the same time.

In the seemingly random movements layer by layer, the appearance of a clay figurine soon appeared.

At this time, although the clay figurines had no charm, the qi light on them was almost the same as the few clay figurines Jiang Xinnatian saw, and it was obviously usable.

But the movement of the young man's hand did not stop, but stretched out his hand to dip some water, and a few fingers started to dance on the surface of the clay figurine.

Eyebrows, eyes, ears, mouth, nose, all facial features are complete, followed by arms, five fingers of arms and so on.

In just a moment, the clay figurine, which was originally just a shape, had a human appearance, and as the boy took out the paint and began to paint, the clay figurine became more and more agile.

A few more ten minutes later, when the young man put away his paintbrush, a 'son' appeared in front of Jiang Xin who looked as graceful as a jade, but with a somewhat insolent charm.

"It failed again." Looking at the clay figurine in front of him, the young man sighed, reached out and pinched and pulled the top of the clay figurine's head, drawing a beam of light into his body.

Look at that clay figurine again, but it is the same as those ordinary clay figurines outside, without the slightest charm.

Glancing at Jiang Xin, the boy didn't say anything, silently put away his things and left the place.

　4000 words

　　
　
(End of this chapter)