A bone china cup can actually remain intact under a high-speed collision. The person who did it is by no means an easy person!
Feng Ziyue felt a shiver in his heart and looked inside the door, only to see a wooden man in silk clothes slowly sliding out, holding a tray in his hand. On the tray was a wine bottle and two wine glasses.
The bone china cups are exactly the same.
"Is this the wooden man?"
A wooden man can also have such ingenuity. The craftsman who made this wooden man is truly ingenious!
"The master is taking a nap, please leave the uninvited guest!" The wooden man's voice was hoarse and stiff, but his words were clear and dignified.
"Hey, this puppet can actually talk?" Qi Xiaodie was surprised and very curious.
Feng Ziyue stood with his sword in hand and carefully observed the condition of the wooden figure. It was obvious that this wooden figure had not been maintained for too long, and the sophistication back then was probably far better than it is now.
Its silk clothing was already torn in several places, especially its back and armpits, which it could not reach with its hands, so it could not mend it.
The paint on the face of the wooden figure has almost all fallen off. Judging from the delicate and delicate hands, the image of the wooden figure at that time should not be as ugly and scary as it is now, and should be very elegant.
"The ancient skills are indeed wonderful!" Feng Ziyue sighed. These craftsman skills have long been lost. Even if the ancient skills were revived after the Shenshui Catastrophe, it would be difficult to create such exquisite wooden puppets.
"Don't back down yet!"
The wooden man had no expression on his face, and his tone of voice did not change. He just kept repeating the words he said when he retreated. Its owner should have been dead for thousands of years, leaving only this loyal servant to guard the empty living room and bedroom.
"Don't break it, I want to play with it!" Qi Xiaodie naturally couldn't just retreat, but she was not willing to break this exquisite wooden figure, so she quickly took Feng Ziyue's hand and asked him to be merciful.
Feng Ziyue smiled and nodded. When the wooden man saw that they refused to retreat, he suddenly hissed in grief and jumped forward. His movements were extremely weird!
"careful!"
When Qi Xiaodie saw it turning over and jumping over, a cold light suddenly flashed between her hands. It was obvious that a murder weapon was hidden, so she quickly warned it.
Feng Ziyue could see it clearly. He stopped with his sword and made a sword flower. He heard a loud clanking sound. In just a short moment, he and the wooden man had exchanged seventeen or eight swords. The sound of collision stopped.
The wooden man turned over and jumped back. He also put away his sword and stood up, with a slightly surprised look on his face.
There was still nothing in the wooden man's hands, only the long sleeves swaying in the wind.
"It's actually the Sword Technique in the Sleeve!" Feng Ziyue has studied swordsmanship all over the world and knows that the Sword Technique in the Sleeve is unrivaled and has been passed down for a long time. Unfortunately, it has been deleted and modified by later generations, and the full picture cannot be seen. Unexpectedly, it is found on a wooden floor.
Seen in people.
The wooden man's sword technique has not changed at all, but the power of one blow is infinite. It is pre-set mechanically, but it is the essence of the sword technique in the sleeve. The sword is hidden in the sleeve, and one strike will kill.
If he misses, he will put the sword back into his sleeve so that the edge will not be seen.
I'm afraid that the person who entered the treasure in the first place also suffered from the wooden figure and might have been injured, so this strange wooden puppet was beaten to pieces.
"The master is taking a nap, please leave the uninvited guest!"
The wooden puppet returned to the steps and began to drink stiffly again. It was obviously back to the previous cycle, but to Feng Ziyue's ears, its voice seemed a bit harsher.
Sure enough, when the wooden man attacked again, the power of the sword technique in his sleeves reached another level.
"well!"
Feng Ziyue was delighted to see the hunting spirit, and swayed his sword light to calmly resolve it. He felt that the sword path of the sword technique in his sleeves was strange and tortuous, which was very different from the sword techniques taught in the world today. There were some moves where his arms were twisted and his body was twisted.
, is almost unbelievable. It cannot be used by a human body, and can only be used by the wooden man's joints twisting and changing at will.
There is no way someone would specially create a sword technique for a wooden man. Could it be that the founder of this sword technique is not a human being?
This thought flashed in Feng Ziyue's mind, but he did not delve into it. He was just amazed by the strangeness of this sword technique.
By the time the wooden man attacked for the third time, the force of the sword was already like a storm. Feng Ziyue knew that the rainstorm would never end, so he used all his sword skills and went all out. This attack should be the last one.
He didn't want to hurt the wooden man, so he put his sword on the defensive and retreated slightly. However, the wooden man kept fighting, but it didn't move away with one blow like the first and second time.
Feng Ziyue was impatient and was about to attack the various joints of the wooden figure to make it lose its ability to move. However, he heard the sound of springs inside the wooden figure, making a clicking sound. He was alert and was about to fly away when he saw that
The wooden man's body froze, and the hands holding the sword suddenly fell off, and his whole body froze in place, no longer moving.
It turns out that after thousands of years of experience, the internal mechanisms of this wooden man will inevitably decay, and it is enough to move less on weekdays. After this fierce swordsmanship, all the springs and gears shattered and scattered.
"broken?"
Qi Xiaodie ran over distressed, picked up the wooden man's hand, and pursed her lips. It was a pity.
Feng Ziyue also smiled helplessly. He had no intention of harming the wooden puppet. However, it had reached the end of its life and collapsed on its own. There was nothing that could be done.
"Oh, what a pity..." Qi Xiaodie touched the wooden man's head, but when she heard a creaking sound, the wooden man's head suddenly spun around again, startling her, and she hurriedly let go.
But I saw that the wooden man was swaying and moving again, but it was clumsy and far from as flexible as before. It moved a few steps, and finally could no longer move forward. It stopped and its knees were slightly bent.
Kneel down towards Qi Xiaodie.
"Yeah!" Qi Xiaodie was shocked, and Feng Ziyue was also surprised. The wooden man was controlled by mechanisms. The internal mechanisms of the wooden man were completely destroyed. How could he move? What was the meaning of kneeling down?
"Master...Master..."
There was a murmuring sound coming from the wooden man's mouth, and it didn't sound so stiff at this moment.
Feng Ziyue was startled and doubtful, and suddenly remembered the old legend that if this wooden puppet is a clever workmanship, no matter how old it is, it will have the ability to communicate with others, and it can no longer be seen with ordinary instruments. But this statement is purely a nonsense in the countryside.
, how can you take it seriously?
It's just the current situation. Could it be that after a thousand years, this wooden puppet really became a psychic?
"Please...please...don't harm my master's body until a thousand years...a thousand years later..."
Before the wooden man finished speaking, there was a click, the mechanical spring at its neck broke, and the whole head fell off, fell to the ground, broke into several pieces, and stopped moving.
Qi Xiaodie took a deep breath and jumped to Feng Ziyue, "This... did you hear what it just said? How could a wooden man talk like this? Could it be... could it be a monster?"
Feng Ziyue smiled bitterly, in Tianwu Continent, I only heard that monsters can be cultivated and transformed into humans, and they can become monsters, but stupid things made of wood and stone have no intelligence and cannot become monsters.
"Perhaps it is because of age that I have become somewhat psychic..."
"Oh..." Qi Xiaodie seemed to understand, and she sighed, "Since he is not a monster, this wooden man still thought about his owner before he died, so he can be considered a good wooden man..."
She knelt down and gathered the fragments of the wooden figure together. Suddenly she paused and stood up straight.
"What did that wooden man say just now? Tell us not to harm its owner's body?"
Her face turned pale and she pointed to the stone chamber in the middle, "You said this is an ancient treasure that has lasted for thousands of years. Could it be that... is there actually a thousand-year-old zombie in here?"
