Comprehensive martial arts: Lotus landlord, self-created immortal method

Chapter 45

Chapter 45 Flute Feisheng: Sooner or later, I will be on the 10,000 register! Meet!

Although you have to hurry, you still have to eat.

No matter how good the shock absorption effect of the lotus building is, it is not convenient to cook while driving.

So every time they arrive at mealtime, they will pick a sparsely populated place to stop.

"Boom!"

Outside the Lotus Building.

A loud bang.

Like thunder bursting, like the ground shaking.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? "

Huang Rong held a spatula and ran out of the kitchen in a panic.

Hua Jin also exclaimed: "The earth dragon turned over? "

Li Lianhua did not raise her head and turned a page of the book.

He said nonchalantly, "It's okay. "

"Fei is just chopping firewood."

Huang Rong and Hua Jin had question marks written on their faces.

Fang Cai's such a big movement is chopping firewood????

Two heads, one big and one small, came to the window.

I saw outside the window, Di Feisheng was holding a long knife.

On the ground, a huge crack spread from under his feet from more than ten zhang away!

Although they have not chopped firewood, they have always seen it.

In general.

When chopping firewood, a stake is placed underneath.

Then place a section of log on top of the stake.

Then the knife is raised and split, splitting the log in half or into four pieces.

Then you get a few pieces of firewood.

You can see it.

The flute does the same.

Just the only question.

Under his sword, not only firewood was divided in half.

The stakes under the firewood were also split in half.

The land under the pile was also divided into two halves.

That deep crack, I don't know how deep, but it has spread at least more than ten zhang away!

This is called chopping firewood???

Even Di Feisheng himself was also stunned.

He maintained a downward splitting posture, motionless.

There were some doubts in my heart.

Who are the characters on those 10,000 books?

It didn't take him just a little bit of strength to cause so much damage.

This kind of strength is not enough to make the list.

Wouldn't those people be able to easily draw a knife and break the river and open the mountain with one thought?

Di Feisheng faintly felt that he might have been deceived by Li Lianhua.

With his strength, how could he not even climb on the top of the rivers and lakes?

He turned around and said loudly, "Li Lianhua! "

I was about to open my mouth to question.

But I saw Li Lianhua holding the scroll in one hand and hanging under the window with the other.

His lowered fingers gently stroked the flowers under the window.

It's late autumn.

The flowers planted under the window have gradually withered.

But Li Lianhua's fingers passed, and those pots of residual flowers were instantly rejuvenated!

On the light stalk, one flower bone after another was slowly born.

Then, right in front of the sound of the flute.

The flower bones slowly open.

Looking at the beautiful or flamboyant flowers, Di Feisheng's questioning words instantly choked in his throat.

It seems that he is indeed due to amnesia and has some cognitive problems.

Li Lianhua can make flowers with a single thought.

So it seems that it is not a difficult thing to accept that the masters on the 10,000 register can open the mountain with one sword?

Li Lianhua looked up and asked, "What's wrong?" "

Di Feisheng swallowed his saliva and said, "It's nothing. "

"I'm just telling you, sooner or later, I will become a master on the 10,000 register!"

Li Lianhua looked like a kind parent, with an encouraging look on her face: "Well, come on." "

Di Feisheng was about to speak, and his eyes suddenly froze.

He looked down at the ground and suddenly leaned down.

When he stood up again, he held a small white lark in his palm.

This is a young bird that has fallen from a tree.

Probably shocked by the sound of the flute.

"Tweet..."

The little lark's call was weak and weak.

Di Feisheng looked at it, and his heart was inexplicably a little uncomfortable.

He handed the little lark to Li Lianhua and asked, "Can you save it?" "

Li Lianhua took the lark and gently stroked her fingers over it.

Internal organs are ruptured, bones are shattered.

In his hand, there seemed to be a faint brilliance, which flashed.

The little lark immediately stood up in his palm.

Pressed his head against his palm.

Li Lianhua handed the lark back and said, "Put it back in the nest." "

Di Feisheng's eyes widened: "Cured so quickly?" "

Li Lianhua yawned: "Cure what?" "

"I was just frightened and powerless for a while."

"Just calm down, that's fine."

With that, he picked up the scroll again.

Although Di Feisheng didn't believe it in his heart, he also knew that he couldn't compete with Li Lianhua for a result.

He leaned lightly and went up to the side of the tree.

He gently put the young bird back into the nest.

The young bird also rubbed in his palm.

Di Feisheng was in a mood, and inexplicably happy.

He let go and fell, ready to continue chopping firewood.

"Snap!"

As soon as he landed, he saw a white figure fall to the ground.

Di Feisheng looked down at the small hairy lark, his face full of question marks.

The little lark also looked up at him, and there seemed to be some innocence in his bright eyes.

He patted the wings that did not grow qi in the feathers, and "chirped" a few times in his mouth.

Di Feisheng frowned slightly, and could only pick it up again and hand it to Li Lianhua again.

Li Lianhua touched it, and her heart moved slightly.

The five internal organs were slightly injured, and the bones were slightly cracked.

The light in the hand bloomed slightly, healing again.

Di Feisheng took it and stared at his hand: "Fang Cai, your hand is glowing." "

Li Lianhua sighed and said, "Have you ever heard a phrase called the glow of white? "

He looked Di Feisheng up and down and said apologetically: "Of course, you can't understand, and it's normal." "

Without saying a word, Di Feisheng put the little lark back again.

When he put it back, he also deliberately pushed the lark to the middle of the nest.

So that it does not stumble again.

The sound of the flute just landed.

"Snap!"

He bowed his head.

The little lark was on the ground again, looking up at him.

The eyes are innocent, and the mouth is chirping.

Only the difference is that this time, the chirping is loud.

Li Lianhua didn't raise her head this time: "Just appease yourself, don't give it to me." "

During this time, he flipped through the Dao scrolls, although he had not yet comprehended any immortal techniques that opened mountains and reclaimed the sea.

However, because of the accumulation of Yangzhou slowness, soul replenishing techniques, and clouds and rain determination, the understanding of life is more and more profound.

One thought gives birth to flowers and heals little larks, all thanks to this.

And Fang Cai even noticed that after receiving his treatment, the little lark's body seemed to be stronger and stronger every time.

This time he jumped from the tree and almost unscathed.

Yes.

The next two times, not falling at all, but it jumped on its own initiative.

The flute leaned over and was about to pick it up.

The little lark suddenly flapped its little wings and staggered towards the lotus tower.

When it reached the windowsill, it jumped and jumped, flapping its wings.

It seems to want to jump on the windowsill.

Di Feisheng was silent for a while: "It doesn't want to go back to the bird's nest?" "

Li Lianhua nodded and said, "It looks like this." "

Di Feisheng frowned: "Obviously I picked it up, why did it go to you?" "