Chapter 133: Graveyard Dance
In line with nature? Can it be simplified?
Xie Que began to think about the meaning of this entry, and his body involuntarily performed a set of punches.
However, he didn't expect that just after he hit a straight punch like the Whale Killing Qiankun Dao, the energy in his body was flowing at a high speed.
A shadow of an orca loomed behind him.
Not only that, he also found that the energy and blood in his body had become faintly hotter.
This feeling is a sign of Qi and blood growth, but the amount of growth simply relying on martial arts training is very small, and it requires years of accumulation.
Previously, only after performing a complete set of punches could I feel this way.
Xie Que once again hit a random straight punch, and the same feeling came out again.
There was a strange feeling in his heart, and he turned his hand into a beak and pecked it at will.
Similarly, the martial arts will of the golden-winged roc also appeared behind the scenes.
The qi and blood in the body became hotter.
After trying several martial arts again, Xie Que began to beam with joy.
As long as you understand the principles of this martial art and the direction of energy in the meridians, whatever you want can be completed with a simple movement.
For example, Lu Guan's previous palm technique "Raging Shark Frenzy Palm", which was used to press the bottom of the box, Xie Que only needs to think about the principle and direction of energy in his mind, and clap his hands at will to master it.
As a result, Xie Que clapped his hands crazily in front of Lao Dao's body.
Xie Que paused for a moment and remembered that a light skill he had seen in the secret sect before was also very good.
It's called "Tian Yuan Zongheng", and the movement technique is so unique that I can find a trace of the golden-winged roc in it.
Many warriors who challenge the secret plum blossom pile have practiced this body technique.
Xie Que nodded inwardly, could he practice the two techniques together?
These martial arts are relatively simple, and it seems that it is not difficult for me, a martial arts wizard, to perform two tasks at once.
He tentatively stamped his foot and kept moving his hands.
Xie Que discovered that the qi energy in his body actually divided into two streams and began to run on its own.
It seems to be a success!
Xie Que started clapping and stamping his feet, remembering the scene of disco dancing in a bar in his previous life.
Under the never-ending flash, these two martial arts have been gaining momentum all the way.
By the time he clapped his hands and stamped his feet a hundred times, these two martial arts had already entered the country.
Just as Xie Que continued to shoot and jump, a dreamlike sound came from his ears again.
"What is this, little friend?"
Xie Que woke up as if from a dream and quickly showed an embarrassed smile: "I'm sorry, I'm suffering from an unexpected illness."
After seeing Zhuang Zhou not showing up again, Xie Que breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, it's really outrageous to dance in front of other people's corpses.
What's even more terrible is that the original owner of this corpse is still looking at him?
If he hadn't expressed his feelings to Zhuang Zhou just now, it would be hard for him not to think that he was clapping his hands in celebration.
Xie Que carefully put his hand on Lao Dao's shoulder again, wanting to see if he could access his memory.
But unexpectedly, no death trial diagram appeared in front of him.
Instead, his consciousness was instantly sucked into it.
He turned into a butterfly and forgot his original identity.
With these butterflies, he flies around, pollinating and mating.
But the life of a butterfly is short. Three days after mating is completed, the butterfly he incarnates will age and die.
At this moment, Xie Que also woke up from this dream.
The Death Trial Diagram also appeared in front of Xie Que.
"Insufficient divinity... Failed to read..."
"The host cannot bear the erosion of time for the time being..."
Failure is something Xie Que can expect. After all, even spiritual generals who have entered the Tao need a trace of divinity to read their memories.
What's more, there is such a majestic existence as Zhuang Zhou.
But the words "time is long" made Xie Que feel a little amused.
Putting his other thoughts to rest, Xie Que began to look around, looking for Kunpeng's body.
To Xie Que's disappointment, even after searching the hall, he could not find any other living beings.
There is only this incense stand, a few futons, and an old Taoist priest.
Xie Que began to think that with Kunpeng's size, even the entire underwater abyss could not accommodate a corner of his body.
Could it be that it has shrunk?
Or is it changing to something?
Xie Que tried his best to sense it, but still got nothing.
He walked out of the hall, glanced around at the broken walls and ruins, and couldn't help but feel a little confused.
Could it be under these ruins?
Xie Que stretched out his hand and punched the ground.
The ancient stone slab was so shaken that his mouth was numb, and his whole hand was a little sore from the shock.
But this made Xie Que even more confident, and he began to patrol the entire dojo, trying to find any cracks or weak points.
Xie Que discovered that the back of the hall was also outside the dojo.
There is a huge ravine lying in front of it.
The ravine was as dark as ink, which looked completely different from the light-filled dojo.
The ravine was like an abyss, and something was watching Xie Que, which made him feel uneasy.
Xie Que hesitated for a while. If there was anything else here, it would be malicious to him.
That might be Dagon.
Although Dagon is said to be an evil corpse of Zhuang Zhou, we can also know from Xie Que in his mouth that Dagon has independent thoughts and thoughts, which are completely inconsistent with those held by Zhuang Zhou.
Perhaps the old Taoist was grateful to himself for killing the sharks himself.
But that's not necessarily the case for Dagon. After all, these sharks are all his followers.
Xie Que pondered for a moment and finally decided not to go on.
After all, there are ravines all over this dojo, and you might be able to pry open any one of them.
After Xie Que thought about it, he picked a sharp stone that he could hold among the ruins and planned to use it as a shovel.
He selected a seemingly extremely deep ravine and began to dig continuously.
Xie Que worked hard for a long time, but it was all in vain.
Seeing this, he slammed it down with some annoyance, but found that there was a crack on the stone slab.
As if he had found a backbone, Xie Que began to chisel cracks on the top of the stone bars.
Maybe he can't bear to do this.
The old Taoist voice rang in Xie Que's ears again.
"Whatever you want appears in your dream."
ah? Xie Que was a little confused.
These words seemed to be a curse, saying that everything he wanted was in his dream.
But Xie Que's dream just when he touched the old Taoist body also flashed by.
Could it be?
Several thoughts flashed through Xie Que's mind.
From his exchange with the old Taoist just now, we can know that the Taoism practiced by Zhuang Zhou is undoubtedly related to "dreams".
From his dream, Xie Que couldn't find any difference from the real world.
If Xie Que had not discovered that the remaining thoughts left by Dahei appeared on the plaque again, he would never have been able to decipher the dream that Zhuang Zhou had set for him.
However, it was difficult for Xie Que to tell whether this was a flaw left intentionally for him or a flaw.
After all, at this level, such mistakes would not happen.
The same thing happened when he wanted to read the memory just now. When he transformed into a butterfly, he lost himself and couldn't tell who he really was.
Is it Xie Que? Or a butterfly?
Although he has not lost his memory, he is completely immersed in his life as a butterfly.
It seems that it should be like this by birth, and Xie Que is just his past life that has passed away.
No longer care or remember.
If it weren't for the extremely short lifespan of butterflies, Xie Que would probably still be immersed in a dream at this time.
The old Taoist's magical power of dreams can already subvert truth and falsehood. If he were alive, it might not be difficult to create a real world with dreams.
Xie Que's thoughts flashed past.
Perhaps, the old Taoist created a world with dreams during his lifetime and placed Kunpeng's body in it.
Xie Que walked into the hall covered with red algae again and looked at the old man on the futon quietly.
He bowed and sat down quietly on the futon next to Zhuang Zhou.
Endless fine bubbles flashed in front of him, and his consciousness was once again pulled into a dream.