Broken Night

Chapter Four Hundred and Eighty Sixth - A Stone in Your Hand

"In the records of the archives, even if the Yuncong Bookstore has a small collection of historical books from a thousand years ago, there has never been such a record."

Yan Wuzhao had a strong personality and sneered: "The human heart is not enough to swallow an elephant. With such a miraculous effect of the stone monkey's heart, how can anyone resist greed? Therefore, the stone monkey who can feel the goodwill in the world can be said to be a Not a single one!"

Xu Yan looked at the sky, and then looked at the people in the Yun Mansion in front of him.

After a moment, he grinned: "It seems that it's time for us to raise a stone monkey that only feels the kindness of the world."

Thunderclouds and rainstorms slowly dissipated.

The first light broke through the clouds and landed in Xu Yan's palm.

The white-gray little monkey is inconspicuous, more like a moving rock, extremely cute. The little monkey slowly opened his eyes, and the young beast always regarded the life that he saw at first sight as his parents. The stone monkey takes the sky as its father and the earth as its mother, but now it opens its eyes and sees not the heaven and the earth, but a bald head that shines like the sun.

It doesn't feel scared, just kind and curious. Looking at the tiny limbs, Xu Yan had a hard time imagining that such a small beast could call the wind and call the rain when it grew up? Its little hand stretched out, hugged Xu Yan's thumb and sipped it, and soon found that there was nothing to sip, and its stomach soon began to be hungry again.

So it wept softly again.

Like any little beast.

Yun Fu and the others quickly knew what Xu Yan wanted to do, and they all laughed happily.

Yes.

The cloud is deep and knows no place, it is a place isolated from the world.

Here, who can hurt it?

Among the arrogant and arrogant seven disciples of Yunfu, who would care about the so-called heart of a stone monkey?

…………

On the top of the mountain, the old man was fishing, as if there were only clouds and mists in the mountains.

Not far behind him, there is the same old man.

But beside the old man, stood a snow-white crane, with his slender neck gently snuggling on him.

"Are you leaving?" The old man fishing was naturally a Seven Star Taoist. He asked, his tone was as calm as water, as if he was gossiping at home.

"The goal is achieved, naturally it's time to go." The other old man behind him looked indifferent, even if he was facing the strongest person in the world, he didn't care. Seven Star Taoist's old face tugged, and he smiled. It is precisely because he has no reverence for himself that he can become a crane breeder.

"What, the boy I brought is very good, isn't it?"

This old man is naturally Baiyun, but there is no twilight on the white cloud at the moment. Some of them are like a young and energetic boy, showing off something with his favorite toy.

Seven Star Taoist expressionless: "It's just a fluke."

Bai Yun was still triumphant: "Even if you win, I'm about to die, so you can't admit defeat?"

Qixingdao was silent for a moment, and suddenly said angrily: "You have been opening more than ten academies in different places, and now you are lucky enough to find a piece of jade, what's so arrogant."

"Also, don't come to this set of life and death. Bai'er's fairy feathers enter the palace, and your lifespan is longer than that of ordinary tattooists in the three palaces."

Bai Yun snorted coldly.

After a long time, he suddenly clasped his fists and bowed: "I like this kid very much, but he has a reckless personality. I will ask you, Palace Master, in the future."

The Taoist Seven Stars calmly looked at the clouds and mists in the mountains, but his eyes crossed the boundaries of space and landed on the bald head illuminated by the first light, and the little monkey like a stubborn pebble: "With the stone monkey accompanied, the golden Qianji's delicacy and prudence make it difficult for him to think of an accident."

Knowing that this was a promise to him, Bai Yun grinned, and the old face had an incomparable vigor: "If you are able, you will work harder, Palace Master, you will work harder." After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

Once again, there was only one Daoist Seven Stars left on the entire mountain, looking at his disciples from afar.

Bai'er's crane head tilted slightly to express doubts, Master, you feel lonely, why don't you just go down and have fun with him? It couldn't understand because it was just a white crane.

……

The stone monkey fell asleep after being fed by Lan Ming's heart with some goat milk.

Xu Yan and Jin Qianji couldn't hold back their doubts, and ran to the senior brother's room again.

"Why didn't Junior Brother go to dinner? But what the Third Junior Brother cooked today didn't suit your taste?"

Xu Yan and Jin Qianji looked at each other and remained silent for a moment.

It has been five days since they entered the Yunfu, and they actually saw a lot.

Like Yan Wuzhao who danced with the lines around her body entangled with her, but the last step was enough to shatter the mountains and the ground;

Another example is Wang Qi always thinking about the endgame of the chessboard in silence, but a mosquito flew over and was slapped to death by him in the air;

Also like today's stormy weather, Xu Shichang created a pattern of [Water Divide] with one piece.

"Senior Brother, why..." Xu Yan thought about it, but found that he didn't know what to say. Jin Qianji said, "Why are all the brothers and sisters both tattoo masters and tattoo artists?"

Yes, they had noticed it long ago, but they thought it was just their own delusion.

Like Xu Shichang's tyrannical body, he is obviously a tattoo artist all the way, but when he swipes it out, the lines are flying, and he has a cultivation level above ten tattoos!

Also like Wang Qi, his spirit is extremely powerful, and he is obviously a tattoo artist of the Hundred-pattern Realm. But he didn't urge Wenli, and a simple physical slashing palm was enough to kill mosquitoes and flies several meters away.

Xu Yan and Jin Qianji only felt that every day they spent in Yunfu seemed to subvert their understanding of cultivation.

Song Zhixuan was slightly stunned when he heard the words, but then smiled: "Although this question was asked by the younger brother and the younger sister, I really didn't expect you to realize it so quickly."

He smiled and spread out his palm, the white and slender palm was enough to make countless women envious and crazy. On the palm of his hand, it quickly condensed into lines, but quickly condensed into the appearance of a flower: "In Yunfu, there are no tattooists and no tattooists."

"The tattoo artist cultivates the body, and the tattoo artist cultivates the spirit."

"But in ancient times, there was no such distinction." Song Zhixuan smiled and flicked his fingers, a strong wind shot out, and the flower formed by the lines disappeared with the wind: "Only the tattoo."

"The body and spirit of fellow practitioners are the Dao."

Jin Qianji hesitated for a moment, then slowly said, "But... manpower is sometimes poor, and time is limited, how can I cultivate both?" Song Zhixuan waved his hand and said, "That's just ordinary people."

"With a tattoo, extraordinary people can leave. But if they can enter the Cloud Mansion, how can there be so-called ordinary people?"

"To be honest, splitting the path of tattooing into two paths, those who open the tattoos and those who practice the tattooing, has indeed greatly lowered the threshold for cultivation, and the number of practitioners has also increased. There are only advantages and disadvantages, and the quality is also greatly reduced."

Speaking of this, Song Zhixuan's voice slowly lowered: "Have you heard of the corpse pattern?"

Xu Yan immediately remembered the figure of the crazy old woman on Nanshan, and nodded.

"The reason why the corpse pattern is invincible and even leapfrog battle. Apart from the power of the yin-shag art that he cultivates, it is because every corpse pattern cultivator is actually a pattern cultivator."