Huo Qi shook his head, indicating that it was not appropriate at this time.
They use small movements to communicate. What are they communicating?
Let Lin Su write poetry!
However, Lin Su did not come out, he was in the room...
What is he doing?
He didn't seem to be doing anything. He was sitting on the window next to the cabin, holding a very strange whistle and looking at it very seriously...
This whistle comes from Doufang City Beast Master.
At that time, Lin Su used a type of military strategy "Li Dai Tao Jian" to completely replace the people in the circle surrounded by abandoned beasts. When the abandoned beasts became a huge crisis for Osumi's army, Commander Osumi ordered the beast master to regain control of the abandoned beasts. At that moment, Lin Su
Su Yi Qiandu's child had insight into the location of the beast master, and killed him with one sword first, snatching the whistle that controlled the abandoned beast.
Afterwards, he also studied the whistle, trying to find out the key to the secret technique of taming animals.
After studying for a few days, he roughly understood the basic principles of animal labor.
This whistle is key.
There is a very magical micro-array inside the whistle, which uses sound waves to resonate with the brain waves of animals, thereby achieving the purpose of taming the animals.
These are his interpretations combined with modern knowledge.
But it is far from being able to truly decipher the mystery.
The magic of taming beasts, one of the ten ancient secret arts, how can it be so easy to interpret?
He wanted to try it on the spot, but a fatal problem arose: he couldn't blow the whistle!
In order to pursue this secret, he searched all kinds of books on the Wen Dao tree and found the answer from a book called "Secrets of Ancient Art". The secret whistle used by the beast master was the weapon of the ancient secret beast.
It is made of bones and has the same bloodline as the beast masters. Therefore, it is useless for others to get the whistle. Only those with the blood of beast masters can truly use the whistle.
It is impossible for the eighteen generations of Lin Su's ancestors to have the blood of beast warriors. Theoretically, it is impossible for him to delve into the art of beast warriors. However, Lin Su's knowledge is too broad. He sees the essence through phenomena. Can sound waves control other people's brain waves?
No! It’s not sound waves that control brain waves. Sound is just a medium. As long as your mental power is strong enough, you can directly control brain waves without using sound waves!
The beast master does not have strong enough mental power, so he can only amplify his mental power through sound waves and the micro-formation in the whistle.
And what about him? His mental power has reached level 28. As long as he breaks through the threshold of level 30, his mental power can be released and he can still control the beast without a whistle!
As long as we can figure out what the ferocious beast's brain waves look like.
This is another interpretation of the art of animal control.
However, this is not something he can do right now. If he wants to achieve this impossible miracle on earth, the first thing he needs to do is to increase his mental power.
However, this thing is too difficult, and there is no training method at all. You can only wait for his cultivation to improve. When his cultivation improves, his mental power will slowly improve.
Okay, let’s end the story about the art of animal control.
You can go out and write poems.
Huo Qi looked around several times. He just didn't respond with his eyes, but that didn't mean he didn't know.
This guy...
Lin Su opened the door and stepped onto the deck, welcoming the strongest summer sunshine and feeling the strong wind blowing from the river. A belly full of poems was surging, and every capital was colorful...
However, just as he stepped onto the deck, his eyes fell on the river and froze.
He saw a small boat with an old man on it. The old man had a bamboo pole stuck in the river. He only had four and a half fingers...
Lin Suqiandu's son locked him firmly.
The old man also stared at him with his old eyes, and somehow the boat slipped slightly and stuck to the side of the big ship.
"Old man, would you like to get on the boat and go on a journey together?" Lin Su said.
"I can't get on the tall boat. If you are interested, you might as well come to my small boat and take a trip." The old man smiled, with wrinkles on his face like the rings of time.
"Okay!" Lin Su moved her feet, jumped into the air, and landed on the boat.
The small boat naturally moved back more than ten feet and followed the big ship.
On the big ship, Zhang Haoran and others did not take it seriously, and even praised it...
The sage said that the people are the most valuable, the country is the second most important, and the king is the least important. Brother Lin has really practiced this holy saying to the extreme. In his world, there is really no distinction between high and low. Zhang Haoran said so.
Huo Qi nodded. In fact, this is what I admire most about him. There are hundreds of thousands of people living on the riverbanks. To benefit from him, of course, he has real skills. On a deeper level, he has to be down-to-earth.
Li Yang Xindao, yes, just like the pastoral poem he wrote on the Western Mountain that day, without the experience of stepping on the loess and facing the common people, he would not be able to write such a vivid poem.
The eyes of the maid next to her are twitching. What do you think? If she talks to the fisherman, will she write a colorful poem when she comes back, such as "The Fisherman Meets on the River"? Let this old man inexplicably leave his name forever.
?
Everyone's eyes focused on the girl's face...
On the boat, Lin Su handed the old man a jar of wine. The old man took it, took a sip, and narrowed his eyes: "I have been walking on earth for thousands of years, and this is the first time I have drunk such good wine."
If Zhang Haoran and others heard this sentence, they would be shocked.
Because who in the world can walk for thousands of years?
But Lin Su didn't notice anything different at all: "Senior, is this really Li Zexi, the legacy of Jianmen?"
This old man was the same old man who sent him and Zhang Yiyu into the Sword Gate on the Spring River that day. Even the boat under his feet was also the same boat that day.
The Spring River and the Yangtze River are two completely different water systems. In theory, it is impossible for such a small boat to cross. However, Lin Su knew that a person like him, let alone a small boat crossing two river systems, would be able to row this small boat to a hundred thousand mountains.
It's normal to go to the top of the mountain.
The old man let out a long sigh: "Jianmen, will you recognize me as the youngest son?"
This is a positive answer.
He is none other than Li Zexi, the former peerless genius of the Sword Sect, who surpassed his former master in swordsmanship.
Lin Sudao: "Senior, do you care whether Jianmen recognizes you or not?"
"In the span of a thousand years, things and people have changed. Logically speaking, I shouldn't care, but..." He didn't say any more, and took a heavy sip of wine. After this sip of wine, half of the jar was filled.
"However, you can't forget the kindness of the master who brought you back from the snow. You can't forget the scene where the sword gate was closed a thousand years ago and the fellow disciples were laughing. You have walked in the world for thousands of years and have seen all the changes in the world, but you can't see anything.
To the scene you really want to see, right?" Lin Su's voice was very soft, as if it was blown away by the wind.
However, Li Zexi's wrinkles instantly deepened by three points: "Why bother opening up a thousand-year-old wound again?"
"Since we know that it's not pleasant to be hurt for a thousand years, why didn't we make changes in the past?"
Li Zexi slowly raised his head and looked at the undulating waves in front of him. His chest also rose and fell gently. After a long time, he slowly said: "The matter of sending troops that day was quite controversial. To this day, who can really decide?"
Is he right or wrong? The master urges sending troops, but I am opposed to it. It has nothing to do with friendship or mentorship, it is just a difference of opinion. As far as the people of the world are concerned, he is right, but as far as the Sword Sect is concerned, is he really right?
The thousand-year-old sect was wiped out by him, and the fifty thousand disciples were wiped out in one fell swoop..."
Dugushi's choice helped the whole world and sacrificed Jianmen.
And if it were Li Zexi's choice, he would be more willing to save Jianmen. He was thrown into the snow as soon as he was born. He has never experienced any beauty in the world. He only found his destiny in Jianmen. He devoted himself to protecting Jianmen. With this
The thoughts are also normal.
Lin Su murmured: "The three thousand warriors who came out of the mountain may really be seeking death, but the Sword Sect and the remaining fifty thousand disciples must really be destroyed..."
What he wanted to say was that the headmaster led three thousand generations of disciples to leave the mountain, leaving the Jianmen Sect empty and exterminated by other sects. However, why didn't you Li Zexi show up? As long as Li Zexi showed up in time to protect the Jianmen Sect, it would obviously be another success.
A script, but Li Zexi did not appear!
However, he was not qualified to question Li Zexi.
Therefore, he chose to express his doubts in this relatively obscure way.
"Whether you should or shouldn't be, are all old things, and whether they are destroyed or not, they will all be destroyed!" Li Zexi sighed and changed the subject directly: "Now that you have done this, are you willing to participate in the Yaochi Meeting?"
"Yes!" Lin Su admitted calmly.
"What goal has he set for you?" Li Zexi's eyes flashed. The "him" he was talking about was, of course, Dugu Xing, two survivors of the Jianmen Sect thousands of years ago, fellow disciples, and their relationship has become subtle now.
It's so bad that they don't even want to mention each other's names. When they have to mention each other, they will use "he" instead.
Lin Su smiled. Senior Dugu was quite interesting. At the beginning, he just hoped that I could show up and tell the world that Jianmen was not destroyed. Later, his expected goal changed and he hoped that I could show the character of Jianmen.
What about you? Senior Li, what do you want me to do?
Lin Su stared into Li Zexi's eyes and asked...
Li Zexi smiled lightly: "My goal may be a little higher than his. I hope you...can take the top three places on the ranking list!"
Lin Su was so surprised: "Senior, do you have too high expectations for me? I have only been practicing for a year, and most of the time I have been in the officialdom, fighting with those old fools, and I have not had much time to practice swordsmanship.
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Li Zexi said: "A rotten wood will remain rotten wood for a thousand years, and a genius will remain a genius after ten years!"
These words show off your arrogance!
But Lin Su murmured: "Ten years for a genius is also a genius. Seniors are mighty! But you have to give me ten years. I am only one year old. I am really a new seedling, pink and tender..."
"Yes, it's only been one year. In theory, you can't make any waves. However, you only realized the meaning of the sword in one night, and you only let the sword ring in three days and three nights. The world of genius is measured by time.
It's meaningless. Besides, I made a special trip to see you today, but I brought you a gift."
What?
Li Zexi turned his hand, and a jade pendant appeared in his palm...
"What's this?"
"You have already practiced the first three swords of Dugu Nine Swords. You must hope to master the middle three swords, right?"
Lin Su's heart was pounding...
The first three swords of Dugu, the Sword of Humanity, and the Sword Sect are cleverly designed, and the three puppets of Jianmingshan are the inheritors. Lin Su has already learned them.
The Zhongsan Sword, the authentic sword, was known to only one person in the world, and that was Li Zexi.
After he mastered the first three moves, he focused on the three swords.
But now, the long-term obsession has become a reality. Just when he is about to enter the world of cultivation and compete with the geniuses of cultivation, the Three Swords of the Middle School appears and Li Zexi makes a special trip to deliver it to him.