Chapter 11 The murderer, Lu Xuan!
Seven years ago, in a dream.
Lu Xuan was only nine years old at that time, and he had already started cooking for Grandpa Li and Brother Zhang. He was also responsible for chopping firewood and other livelihood tasks. He did not feel embarrassed. It was a great kindness for others to stay overnight, and he should have done something. .
It's just that my strength is a little weak after all, and chopping firewood is too strenuous.
‘Hmph hum! ’
Xiao Luxuan grabbed the ax that was half his height and struggled to chop it down. He didn't even get three points into the wood. He chopped it repeatedly for more than ten times before finally chopping a piece of firewood.
"This wood is so hard!" He babbled, tears streaming down his face. Zhang Ling laughed and said amusedly:
"Little guy, do you want me to help you?"
"No!" Xiao Luxuan grunted, but said in a very serious tone: "Send a few things, just send a few!"
Although he was too tired to speak clearly, he still raised the ax, one after another.
"Interesting little guy." A middle-aged man who came to visit Grandpa Li laughed and immediately saluted Grandpa Li:
"Uncle, I see that this boy is still young and has perseverance, so I want to teach him the wood splitting technique, can you?"
The old man glanced at him and said lazily:
"what ever."
"Yes, uncle."
With that said, the middle-aged man walked up to Xiao Luxuan, squatted down, and said gently:
"Little baby, this is not how you chop firewood. I'll teach you how to do it, okay?"
Xiao Luxuan put down his axe, tilted his head and thought for a while, then made a decent salute:
"If you want to learn, please teach me."
The middle-aged man chuckled again:
"Then I'll teach you. Well, let me think about it and teach you this. See if you can learn it."
After a pause, he placed his palm on Xiao Luxuan's little head and slowly guided:
"Now, imagine in your mind that the sky and the earth are tilted, the sun and the moon are overturned, imagine that the whole sky is falling and falling, and then feel the movement of my power."
Xiao Luxuan nodded, and soon he said in a daze:
"What kind of scene would it be like for the heaven and the earth to fall upside down? I can't imagine it."
"Just follow what you think. If you are destined to embark on the path of spiritual practice in the future, I will let you take a real look."
"Okay!" Xiao Luxuan nodded again, then lowered his head, grabbed the ax, and raised it high above his head. Then he calmed down and tried to visualize the earth-shaking scene that day, trying to understand the initial circulation of energy.
"Put down the axe." The middle-aged man said happily: "Although it is just the basis of a killing move, you can't learn it so quickly. Aren't you tired from holding it up?"
The words are not finished yet.
"Eaaah!"
Xiao Lu was full of energy. He held the ax in his hands like a bell or a big seal. The ax fell with a sound, splitting the thick wood into two.
The middle-aged man slowly opened his mouth.
"Uncle, I learned how to chop wood!"
"Oh, um, okay." The middle-aged man was in a daze for a while, then turned to look at Grandpa Li, breathing quickly: "Uncle, can I take this son under my disciple and practice with me?"
"Ask that kid, what am I doing?" The old man glanced at him.
The middle-aged man immediately turned his attention to Xiao Luxuan, only to see him waving his hands desperately:
"Uncle, I won't leave! I want to stay here!"
"Why is this?"
"Because Grandpa Li and Brother Zhang are here, they are like my family, and I can't leave my family."
The middle-aged man staggered and glanced secretly. When he found that the uncle didn't say anything to refute, his heart trembled suddenly.
He smiled sadly and no longer mentioned the matter of accepting disciples. Instead, he touched Xiao Luxuan's head:
"I'm not a big uncle, little guy, remember, my surname is Dong, and my Taoist name is Guangchengzi."
"Okay, I remember it." Xiao Luxuan bowed again: "Thank you, Uncle Dong, for teaching me [Chopping Wood Style]!"
After saying that, he whispered again:
“But I always feel that it’s smoother to call it the Heaven-turning Style, or the [Fighting Heaven Seal].”
The middle-aged man laughed again, with regret in his laughter.
How can we not regret seeing a pearl but not being able to accept it as a disciple?
Inspectorate building.
No one would have thought that the child who seemed to have lost his mind would dare to take action against the owner of the White Elephant Hall.
But that’s what the kid did.
The owner of the White Elephant Pavilion looked at the little doll leaping into the air. The corner of his mouth twitched. He didn't hide or even stretch out his hands to resist. He just stood there quietly.
And in mid-air,
Lu Xuan, whose hands resembled holding a bell and holding seals, struck it down fiercely, using the 'wood splitting style' taught by Uncle Dong in the dream and used to split firewood for seven years.
"Stupid." The owner of the White Elephant Hall said coldly.
The next moment.
'boom! ! ! ’
A terrifying shock beyond everyone's imagination erupted, and the air waves spread violently, causing the counter to sway, causing Chen Xiaoyu to fall to the ground, her eyes red with pain, and even causing Director Ji's clothes to fly!
The ground is cracked and smoke is rising,
But what was faster than the smoke was the figure flying backwards. With the blood line that exploded, the figure suddenly embedded into the wall!
Everyone reluctantly opened their eyes in the strong wind, and subconsciously looked sideways. The person with half of his body embedded in the wall was the owner of the White Elephant Hall.
The owner of the White Elephant Hall, who was so majestic just a second ago, now has his chest collapsed and countless bones in his body broken. He is hanging limply on the wall, with blood constantly spilling from his mouth. He is obviously severely injured!
What the hell? ?
Whether it was an ordinary passerby, a staff member of the Supervision Office, or Director Ji, their brains were shut down at this moment, and a huge sense of absurdity arose in their hearts!
It wasn't until the young man in tattered clothes slowly walked out of the smoke that they came back to their senses and their expressions suddenly changed! !
"Is it fake?" Someone murmured in his sleep, looking around in confusion: "Am I in a dream?"
‘Gudong! ’
Someone swallowed, his legs were weakening, and he spoke with a trembling voice:
"That kid is going to seriously injure the owner of the White Elephant Hall with a hammer? Impossible, this is impossible."
Director Ji also reacted at this time, with a look of surprise and uncertainty, and even subconsciously took a step back.
Unlike others, he was not only shocked that this young man severely injured the owner of the White Elephant Hall with one blow, but he was also surprised by the artistic conception that felt vaguely like the world was turned upside down when the young man struck just now!
It's very small, but the terrifying feeling of depression is real. Even just watching, there is cold sweat dripping behind my back!
What kind of move is this? ?
At this time, Lu Xuan slowly walked to the owner of the White Elephant Pavilion and stood slowly.
The latter was coughing up blood, his eyes full of fear and disbelief. He wanted to say something, but he could only make a "ho ho" sound.
"I'm sorry." Lu Xuan apologized: "You are stronger than I thought, so I didn't kill you in the first blow and made you endure such pain. I'm really sorry."
His tone was full of sincerity, without any hint of sarcasm.
The owner of the White Elephant Hall struggled even more fiercely, and even his collapsed chest began to rise and fall violently.
"Let me send you away." Lu Xuan said seriously and sincerely: "This time it was my fault. I will pay attention next time."
As he spoke, he raised his hands again, like holding a bell or holding a seal,
And Director Ji's expression changed again, yes, that's the feeling, that feeling of the sky falling!
The young man shot down his hands again and chanted softly:
"Wood-Chopping Style."
The owner of the White Elephant Hall's pupils contracted violently, and in a daze, he saw an ancient sacred mountain collapse, the sky thousands of miles long fall, and the whole world tilt upside down.
He made a "ho ho" sound again, trying to beg for mercy, but before the sound could spread far, he was crushed by a pair of jade-like palms.
What was also broken was a beating heart.
"Have a good journey." The young man said softly, "The murderer is Lu Xuan."