Broken Night

Chapter Fifty-Three - The Art of the Organ

Of course, a kitchen knife is not a patterned soldier, and it does not mean that the higher the order, the better. But for Lan Mingxin, the pattern in the kitchen knife really saved her life.

Jin Xing is the bodyguard of the big family. He has followed His Majesty for decades and read countless tattoos in the palace. But even Jin Xing couldn't recognize the pattern in front of him, so how could he not be shocked.

After a long time, Jin Xing said slowly: "Although I don't recognize what kind of pattern this is, I can still speculate a little. This is probably a kind of tactile pattern with defense and counter-attack, and most of these patterns are tattoo artists. Used. If I'm not wrong..." Jin Xing slowly injected the grain power into the wooden handle, and then his eyes burst into a gleam: "Sure enough! This is actually able to inject grain power, and then touch it!"

"However, there is still a limit. According to my guess, if you can defend and counterattack the attack of the third-order pattern, it is the limit. The powerhouse of the fourth house... is already another level, and the successful counterattack this time is probably because Murongguang and I have been chasing for one night, and the strength of the lines is about to bottom out."

As a person with four palace lines, Jin Xing's eyesight is naturally unique. But when Xu Yan built it, he didn't think about it at all. How can an ordinary little girl provoke the pursuit of the four palace tattooists? This is simply not possible.

"Wait a minute, since this knife is so effective. I'll put the grain power into it, which will give you an extra layer of protection."

Lan Mingxin didn't resist, just asked a little scared: "Are we going to die?"

Jin Xing slowly shook his head, then looked at Lan Mingxin seriously: "No. I have more confidence in our trip back to the palace."

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Xu Yan and Qiao Zhi just rode in the old coachman's durable carriage, heading home.

After all, the old coachman was an old coachman. Although he was a little suspicious of Qiao Zhigang's unfamiliar face, he obviously didn't have any ill will towards Xu Yan, so he didn't say much.

Sitting in the carriage, it didn't take long to arrive at the village.

Xu Yan got out of the car first, ignoring the pointing of the surrounding villagers, and opened the door and walked in. And Qiao Zhigang also followed behind. When the two entered, the door closed, and all the rumors outside the house were blocked.

Xu Yan looked like he was instructing the world, and said carelessly, "This building is my room, you can't enter; this building is my old man's room, so you can't enter either. You have no opinion on sleeping in the main hall."

Qiao Zhigang was speechless, but he didn't care. For someone like him who only wants to forge and give up foreign objects, as long as there is a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

"This is the stove room. There are firewood, rice, oil, and salt in it. You can handle it yourself. You don't have to worry about the silver and silver. I will deliver it at a certain time."

"Yeah." Qiao Zhigang nodded and said nothing.

"Okay, then put down the burden and come with me now."

"Whoa whoa!"

This is a very funny picture. A ten-year-old bald boy walks in front, but behind him is an adult rough man with a respectful look on his face.

The two just went into the house to put down their burdens, and then went out again.

After walking for about ten to fifteen minutes, I came to a mountain wall, but there was a huge boulder in front of me.

"Look at me carefully." Xu Yan came to the mountain wall next to the boulder, and continued: "The rhythm must be well controlled. It is three shots, then pause for a second, and then two shots." As he said, His hands quickly clapped on the mountain wall.

When the last two shots hit the mountain wall, the cobblestone slowly began to roll to the side, making way for a hole. Such changes made Qiao Zhigang stunned. He had never seen anything like this before! Then, Qiao Zhigang subconsciously remembered the kitchen knife that the master made that day.

At the bottom of the kitchen knife, there is a similar device.

"Let's go! What the hell!"

When Qiao Zhi just came back to his senses, he realized that Xu Yan had walked into the cave and shouted to himself, and he hurriedly chased after him: "Master! What the **** is this!"

While walking, Xu Yan said casually, "Oh...it's nothing, it's just a trick. If you're interested, I can teach you." But his footsteps stopped abruptly, with a strange expression on his face.

Not right!

To be honest, he hasn't come in here for nearly five years, but he is Xu Yan after all.

The entire cave was built by him. He is aware of all changes. Just as soon as he came in, he felt something was wrong.

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One night five years ago, Xu Yan still came to the studio. When the night was getting dark and the moonlight hung high in the sky, Xu Yan walked out of the studio.

He looked up at the sky and felt himself getting stronger.

After being stunned for a long time, Xu Yan took a step forward and ran back towards the village.

It's just that he didn't notice that in the distant woods, there was a figure hidden in the woods, watching him quietly.

When Xu Yan's departure was confirmed, the figure in the forest had disappeared. When it appeared again, it had come before the cobblestone.

This person looked strange, and according to Xu Yan's movements, he squatted slightly and flapped his palms on the mountain wall.

boom boom boom...

The boulder rolled to the side, and the expression on the man's face suddenly became exciting: "It turned out to be a trick! And its attainments...even higher than me, where did this kid learn it." The moonlight is like a silver gauze. , to clearly illuminate the handsome face of this man.

A long head, wearing a scholar's towel that will not fall off for ten thousand years, only a pair of sword eyebrows are exposed.

It was Xu Tian.

After being stunned for a moment, Xu Tian walked in.

After walking for less than a while, he felt a sense and subconsciously avoided it.

Whoosh whoosh!

Countless thin arrows with the thickness of cow hair shot out from the left channel wall and submerged into the right channel wall on the other side! Xu Tian was stunned, he dared to say that this guy wanted to kill his father! But he didn't have the consciousness to break into Xu Yan's studio at all.

Along the way, there are countless organs of various kinds. This short passage of less than tens of meters has twelve traps! Most of these traps are not difficult to deal with, but the risk of intentions and the high attack power are unexpected. Xu Tian secretly calculated that even if a person with two palace lines walked in here, he would be severely injured. It was also because he had read the legendary organ technique that he was able to predict and judge.

After going through the countless passages of the agency, Xu Tian finally came to the studio. Looking at the well-organized studio, with the neatly placed ores on the shelves, Xu Tiancai understood the reason why the child always took his own ores in the name of toys.

What is this kid doing? Want to be a blacksmith? Blacksmith?

Before he walked to the desk, he saw the manuscript written by Xu Yan.