Li Yan took his tilted body back and looked carefully at the remaining eye of the statue.
The only remaining eyes, the empty fisted arm in front, and the slightly bent body formed by one leg always made him feel that this posture was very strange.
"If the statue is not deliberately leaving any clues when looking at it from this posture, then why is it carved in this shape and what does it mean?"
Li Yan's body floated slightly, and he came to the diagonally above the statue, looking over from the other side of the fist.
But when he flew forward, he couldn't help but be stunned, because judging from his position in front of the statue, the posture of the statue had changed.
It’s no longer like aiming at something in the air through a clenched fist!
Li Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, and as his mind was racing, he looked at the empty fist carefully again.
After a short while, Li Yan finally breathed out.
"As expected, I was really misled by my previous knowledge!"
Li Yan looked at the statue again at this time. The broken statue in front of him slowly became complete, and a picture emerged in his mind.
A general is leaning back slightly, his legs are slightly bent, his eyes are wide open, one hand is swinging back, and the other is holding a spear or a sharp blade such as a spear, waiting to be thrown immediately.
As soon as this picture emerged, the broken statue in front of him immediately became more reasonable.
The biggest misunderstanding here is that Li Yan has seen the process of carving a stone statue before, and he did not think that there should be something in the empty fist of the statue.
Because that palm is very well preserved!
The art of carving stone statues of lions, tigers, dragons and other beasts as well as people and gods has a long history and has been passed down in the mortal world for countless years.
In Li Yan's small mountain village, there were people who made such things and used them in exchange for silver.
Those stone statues are often used as town houses and for worship. Artists in small mountain villages also take the carved stone statues to Qingshan Pass for sale.
When Li Yan was a child, he often went to play in the village where stone statues were carved. He was often surprised that a dull stone could turn into a frightening beast.
Therefore, I often squat aside and observe, and I still know some carving skills.
For example, in carved stone statues, once a person is holding something in his hand, or a beast steps on an object, the palm (claw) of the stone statue and the object in the hand (claw) are only processed for appearance.
There is actually one solid stone between those items and the palm (claw).
One reason for doing this is to have a connection point that can be used to "grab" the object in the hand to prevent it from falling.
The second is that the stonemason will not work on those details that are completely useless. How can he be asked to carve something with his fingers empty and stuff it in alone?
Even after doing this, the price of the statue will not increase much. For craftsmen who are eating, they will not do it unless the owner has special requirements.
Therefore, generally if the stone statue is in the hand Once the object being "grabbed" is destroyed, 99% of the palm (claw) of the stone statue that is firmly connected to the object will also be destroyed.
There should be at least visible damage.
But the statue in front of me was different. Apart from the green moss on the hand that was clenched into an empty fist, there was almost no damage.
Li Yan had never thought before that the statue was holding something in its hands, and it was really a separate sculpture.
If it looks like it, it should be something like a gun or a stick.
If you want to stabilize a heavy object in your hand and prevent it from falling, it is simply a piece of cake for a cultivator. It is just a small confinement and sealing technique.
Therefore, after someone breaks the restriction on the items in this statue's hand, they can easily take them away.
Li Yan failed to realize this today. It seemed to him that when he wanted to take away something from the statue's hand, the palm would not be so intact.
"The statue should have a weapon in its hand. After it was taken away, it was given to some low-level practitioners to use. Apart from not being able to transmit spiritual power, it is really more useful than ordinary magic weapons.
Could it be that the missing arms and legs were cut off in this way and then given to the disciples, and then used to hit people directly?"
Li Yan thought strangely in his heart, and his eyes fell on the statue's broken hands and feet.
The statue's missing arm and leg just now also caused further problems in his judgment.
Otherwise, a complete statue pose can be easily identified as a throwing pose.
At the same time, the other missing eyeball also caused Li Yan to make mistakes in his judgment.
Since there was only a hole left in that eye, Li Yan had previously thought that that eye should be half-squinted or closed, while the other one was in the "aiming" state.
If he saw two eyes as big as copper bells staring upward, he would naturally not think that the opponent was "aiming" into the distance through empty fists.
Recalling his previous action of putting his head in front of the statue's empty fist and "aiming" forward, Li Yan couldn't help but touch his nose.
"This time it was really a miscalculation!"
Li Yan has always been very thoughtful, but he is also prone to all kinds of suspicions. As long as there is a slight possibility, he will try his best to guess in various ways.
Now that Li Yan has imagined the original appearance of the statue, he still cannot think of any connection between it and the Desolate Moon Continent.
"This is a military commander. Could this posture be carved just to highlight his bravery?
If he is a member of the 'Xunxian lineage', he must have been in the military before cultivating immortality, but once he sets foot on the path to immortality, all his previous bravery can only be a joke.
Carving this kind of statue here, apart from preserving a memory, does not show any of his strength."
Li Yan thought about the meaning of this statue in his mind.
Whether it is a painting or a copybook, it has its own meaning, and this statue should be no exception. It cannot be carved without meaning.
Since the statue was missing an arm, a leg, and a glance, the picture in Li Yan's mind kept changing. He thought about various possibilities, especially those related to the "Xunxian Lineage".
If there were any other mechanisms in this statue, Li Yan didn't think he would have any chance of discovering it. Even the God Transformation monks had been here before.
No one else has discovered the hidden formation restrictions, so I don't want to think about it.
Time flies by like this, and only the sound of gurgling water at the bottom of the dark cliff reminds that time will not stop and will never stop.
After an unknown amount of time, Li Yan shook his head helplessly and gently pinched his painful eyebrows with two fingers.
"'Xunxian Lineage', haha, if I could have known more about my Master Ji's past, I might have gained something today."
He looked up at the dim light shining above.
"That's all, let's go back. It's time to return!"
With this thought, Li Yanren took off into the air, and just when he was about to fly to the cliff, he subconsciously glanced back at the statue.
It is a kind of disappointed mentality of returning empty-handed.
Looking back from this angle, he can still see half of the statue's body, one leg half bent, and the empty hand clenched into a fist facing the statue's face. It looks like he is "aiming" at the same place.
What are you wearing?
"This throwing posture is not easy to exert force!"
As a monk who cultivated both law and body, Li Yan came up with this idea out of habit and instinct. Of course, he knew what posture of his arms would be more powerful.
As soon as this idea arose in his mind, his body suddenly stopped while he was flying, and a flash of lightning flashed across his mind.
"No, I think I've seen this weird posture somewhere?"
Li Yan stopped in mid-air for a moment and fell into deep thought.
The memory of monks is very strong, but they have experienced more things and read countless jade slips and classics.
It really takes a lot of hard thinking to search for something that is a flash of inspiration from the huge memory, and it is just a vague impression.
After about a cup of tea, the motionless Li Yan's eyes suddenly lit up, and the next moment, his consciousness suddenly connected with the "soil spots" on his wrist.
Among the "earth spots", Zhao Min is still sitting cross-legged on the grass at the foot of the mountain, with the river flowing slowly in front of him, day and night.
With the refining and cultivation of fine elixirs, her breath was almost restored.
Burning essence and blood, if a monk usually burns a few percent of essence and blood, and just relies on meditation and hard training, it will be impossible to recover for more than a hundred years.
And how could a behemoth like the "Holy Demon Palace", a giant on a continent, have no regard for its core disciples? An elixir that can quickly restore essence and blood, especially as Zhao Min.
In less than twenty days, she had already fully recovered.
This is the benefit of having good cultivation resources. It is extremely normal for monks to kill entire families and entire clans just for a few top-notch resources.
More than halfway up the mountain behind Zhao Min, there was already thick fog clinging to the mountain, layer upon layer, covering half of the sky.
The mountain was turned into stone by frost, with a thick layer of ice covering it, and a wave of ice power that suddenly became stronger and weaker continued to flow.
After Li Yan's consciousness entered, he did not disturb them, but went straight to an isolated area that only he could reach...
Outside, a light suddenly flashed in Li Yan's hand, and then there was something in his palm.
It was a broken clay pot. There was a gap on the mouth of the pot, occupying 30% of the entire pot.
Li Yan placed the broken clay pot in front of him. He saw the three brown patterns on the pot at a glance, and then his eyes quickly focused on it.
The first picture shows a small man holding a spear-like weapon in one hand, holding the other hand on one leg, and bending forward, as if he wants to throw the spear in his hand.
In the second picture, the little man's hands are empty, as if the spear-like weapon has been thrown by him, his hands are raised above his head, one leg is bent and one knee is off the ground, as if he is running, or he is praying some kind of prayer.
In the last picture, the spear-like weapon appears again. The villain holds the back end with both hands, as if he wants to lift it up or insert it.
But at this moment, the pattern on the front end of the spear-like instrument has disappeared. It is the gap where the pottery pot was damaged. Due to the breakage, the whole picture cannot be seen.
At this moment, Li Yan's eyes were firmly fixed on the first picture, the pattern of the spear that the villain was about to throw.
Yes, it was this picture and this posture that made him feel very awkward when he first saw it. It was a feeling that he couldn't use his full strength at all.
And one of the hands of the villain was also facing his face, holding a spear-like weapon.
When Li Yan turned his head to look at the statue below, the missing arm and leg had been completely restored in his eyes.
"Oh? This is really a coincidence. Could it be that among the many ancient cultivators in the ancient tomb, there were strong men from the 'Soul Prison Clan'?"
Li Yan turned around and quickly fell down. He was holding a broken clay pot and his eyes were shining with gleams of light.
This broken clay pot was found when it was abandoned on the mainland.
At that time, Li Yan pretended to be a young monk in the Qi Condensation stage, and this thing was found in the ancient tomb at the back of the Fengtao family.
At that time, there was a blood pool in the ancient tomb, but Li Yan did not move it and found this thing in a corner.
Li Yan had carefully examined this thing more than once, but he could only sense a faint fluctuation of soul power in the broken clay pot.
After that, he used his spiritual power and spiritual consciousness to explore, but found nothing else.
