By the way, Bai Zhimo was asked by Old Man Huo about the way he was going, but Bai Zhimo suddenly thought of the purpose of his cultivation-

He started practicing because he wanted to live and live longer.

After his parents lost their news, Bai Zhimo could only rely on the blood crystals they left behind to survive.

But he knew the principle of eating up the sky. These blood crystals will definitely be used up one day. If he wants to live longer, he must rely on his own strength to obtain the blood crystals.

If there are not enough blood crystals in this world, there is no way to survive, and if there is not enough strength, there is no way to obtain enough blood crystals.

If you want to live long, you must practice to gain strong strength.

So Bai Zhimo absorbed blood crystals, practiced blood energy, practiced martial arts, went out of the city to hunt divine blood creatures, and seized blood crystals.

However, he killed the lowest slug and obtained very few blood crystals.

But after seeing his neighbor Luo Dong, his embarrassment and depression at the last moment of his life, Bai Zhimo's idea of ​​becoming stronger in cultivation was stronger. He had to become stronger, and his future would definitely not be like that.

Later, after experiencing a series of things, Bai Zhimo Yue's desire for strength and desire to become stronger.

If he follows the pure blood kitchen path, it is as Old Man Huo said that he can obtain a large amount of blood crystals, but this is not his original intention at all. He has always regarded the blood kitchen as his side job.

Of course, there is another reason-

Old Man Huo has confirmed with his own personal experience that the road to Blood Chef is not so beautiful, otherwise he would not have fallen to the current level.

Although Old Man Huo's experience is a certain accident, and even his experience is just an exception among many bloody chefs, most bloody chefs can still spend their lives happily.

But even if it is just an exception, it still exists.

According to Old Man Huo, he used to have a sixth-level follower, and he might even have more followers, but he still fell to this point now.

This has to be said that the strength that does not belong to one's own is ultimately limited by one kind or another.

If Old Man Huo had the strength of a sixth-level king back then, maybe he would have another situation now.

Only the strength that is truly in your own hands is the most realistic and reliable.

So Bai Zhimo made a choice, and at the same time he had a clear understanding of his future path. When he encountered similar things in the future, he also knew how to make a choice.

"It seems that you have seen your future path clearly!" Old Man Huo nodded and said when he saw Bai Zhimo's firm gaze.

"Thank you for your advice from the teacher!" Bai Zhimo said respectfully.

Without Old Man Huo’s tips, Bai Zhimo might be able to figure out this problem clearly, but he doesn’t know how many detours he has to take and how much time he has to waste.

"Even without me, you will definitely find your own way, but it may take some time."

"You have embarked on a different path from me. I don't know whether it is right or wrong, but I know that your future must be full of hardships and dangers. I hope you can go further!"

Recognizing the teacher's eager hope for him, Bai Zhimo couldn't help but nodded heavily, indicating that he would definitely go on.

"Although you have chosen the path of martial arts, I still hope that you will not let go of the way of blood kitchen. All the ways in the world will be different. The way of blood kitchen is supplemented by it, which may prove your path of martial arts."

"Yes, thank you for your guidance from the teacher. I remember that I will definitely practice the blood kitchen method."

"You are going to the extreme cold cave right away. I have nothing to give you. I just got a freezing finger in my early years and it looks pretty good. I hope it can help you a little!"

Frozen finger?

It seems to be the name of a martial arts. Is the teacher going to teach his own martial arts?

After saying that, Old Man Huo bent down and fumbled under the table for a while, then took out a small package from under the table and placed it on the table.

The package touched the tabletop, and the dull impact sounded, which seemed to be a bit heavy.

Bai Zhimo couldn't help but glared at her eyes, it seemed something was wrong!

Shouldn’t the martial arts secrets be books? The package doesn’t look like books. Could it be that the martial arts are engraved on wooden boards or stone slabs?

Without having to guess Bai Zhimo, Old Man Huo opened the package under his gaze—

The things inside were indeed not books, and of course they were not wooden boards and stone slabs. Even if Bai Zhimo was killed, he would never have thought of this thing.

There were actually a bunch of woodcut villains in the package, each villain was about three inches tall and short, and at a rough look, there were as many as a dozen.

"The eighteen-handed frozen fingers are all here. Take them back and observe them carefully. I believe you will gain something!"

Bai Zhimo stared at his teacher, looked at the pile of carvings of villains on the table, and then looked at Old Man Huo. He swallowed hard, never expecting that such a situation would be.

This was the first time he had seen a martial art using carving as a carrier. Not to mention seeing him, he never even thought that martial arts could be recorded in this way.

"Also, this is for you too!"

Before Bai Zhimo came to his senses, Old Man Huo said to him again, and there was a knife in his hand at some point.

This knife is four or five inches long and has a semi-crescent shape, without a hilt, and the overall appearance is deep black, with only a trace of silver-white cold light exposed at the blade on the concave side of the crescent.

What is such a strange knife used for? Flying knife? Concealed weapon? Or just a craft?

"This is a carving knife I used in my early years, made of a whole piece of ten thousand years of iron mother. Now I don't need it anymore, I'll pass it on to you!"

burin?

Bai Zhimo blinked his eyes and looked at the teacher and looked at the knife again. It was really impossible to do so. How could it be a carving knife? It didn't even have a handle. Are you afraid of scratching your fingers when carving it?

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He is still short-sighted, otherwise his attention would not be to these minor matters, but to focus on the material of the carving knife.

The ten thousand-year-old iron mother is said to be the source of ten thousand iron. If a ten thousand-year-old iron mother exists, as long as time allows, a complete refined iron ore vein can be gradually formed.

It is said that only the refined iron ore veins with a reserve of tens of billions of yuan can produce a small piece of iron mother in ten thousand years.

The Ten Thousand Years Iron Mother has no other characteristics, only one feature, that is, it is hard and extremely hard.

Even the sixth-level king cannot destroy it, so Old Man Huo said that his carving knife was made of sharpened, not forged.

"When can you also carve such a set of doll carvings? Even if your Ice Firing Finger is mastered, Qionghua is also officially introductory!"

Qionghua?

Bai Zhimo didn't expect that he suddenly heard Qionghua's name again. What's the matter with Qionghua's carving?

However, after thinking about it carefully, he thought through the key points. Qionghua had to observe the texture of things, and observing the texture was an important part of carving.

"I have told you what you should say. As for what you want to do next, it depends entirely on your own. If you don't understand anything, you can come to me at any time!"

"Well, teacher, I understand!" Bai Zhimo nodded and responded.

"If you don't have anything else, just leave. I'm old now and I'll be exhausted after a little activity. I want to take a rest!" Old Man Huo finished explaining the matter and urged Bai Zhimo to leave.

Bai Zhimo received a satisfactory and even expected reply from the teacher, and he was naturally happy.

"Yes, I hope you have a good rest and your disciple will give up!"

Bai Zhimo turned around and walked out of Old Man Huo's courtyard, but couldn't help but sigh in his heart-

The teacher said nothing to him, used all the good things for himself, and did everything he could do, but he never chatted with him, and never contacted him when he was fine.

This made Bai Zhimo feel that there was a slight gap between him and his teacher.

Bai Zhimo quickly put away his little thoughts. He was going to the library to check it out. He had been jealous of that place for a long time, and today he finally got what he wanted.

When Bai Zhimo came to the door of the library, a small servant in green came to greet him. He said respectfully,

"But Mr. Bai is in front of him?"

"When I am in the lower Bai Zhimo, I can't be called a young master!"

Bai Zhimo didn't know what kind of situation this was, and he showed his identity very regularly.

The smile on the face of the little servant in blue is more respectful,

"Just just now, someone from the young city lord told me that Mr. Bai might come to the library in a while, so that the villain can wait for Mr. Bai here!"

Young City Lord?

Bai Zhimo raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that Bai Jiandong took action very quickly. After he left him for a while, he immediately got the matter done. It seems that he attaches great importance to him!

He seemed to have guessed that he would definitely come to the Library!

"Oh, so that's how it is. Thank you so much!"

"No, no, it is the honor of being able to serve Mr. Bai. Little Wang Xiaoliu, just call Mr. Bai 'Xiaoliu'!" said the little servant in green with a respectful smile on his face.

"Uh, Xiao Liu, then can we enter the library now?"

"Ah, of course, of course, Mr. Bai, please come with Xiaodi!" Wang Xiaoliu respectfully pointed it with one hand and said to Bai Zhimo.

Bai Zhimo followed Wang Xiaoliu into the library, and met many other people on the way, and they all cast doubtful eyes to Bai Zhimo.

Wang Xiaoliu and the others knew each other. Although they were just small servants in the library, they always looked like they were doing things in their business. They usually didn’t see him being kind to anyone!

He now treated a person so respectfully, and was a young man, and his breath was not strong, and he seemed to be just a low-level sequencer.

They couldn't help but feel a little curious about the identity of this young man.

Bai Zhimo sensed the gaze of the people around him and felt a little strange in his heart. After all, this was the first time he had been so "attractive" and he felt a little embarrassed.

"Young Master Bai, I wonder what information do you want to check?" Wang Xiaoliu's voice suddenly sounded in Bai Zhimo's ears, which made Bai Zhimo's embarrassment slightly faded.

"Ah, I want to take a look at the geography first!"
To be continued...