"There was a girl in medieval times named Diao Chan."
"This is a painting formation left by a court painter of the Eastern Han Dynasty. This formation has no special purpose. It is just to record the dancing of Diao Chan. But to be regarded as a court painter, he must be a master of formations. It is normal that you can't break it.
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Lu Yu said calmly.
Hearing these words, Zeng Yi felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
Lu Yu not only cracked the formation, but also revealed the origin of the formation.
With such a profound background, Zeng Yi felt that he was inferior to others.
"I have spent my whole life thinking that I have reached the top. I never thought that there are people outside the world. Please accept my prayers!"
Zeng Yi saluted and paid homage to Lu Yu.
There seemed to be more strands of white hair on his hair.
Lu Yu sighed, but after all, he still did not drive away the old man in front of him.
He understands the hardships of cultivation very well.
Some people are born lucky and may have many adventures that allow them to reach the top quickly in a short period of time.
But some people can only climb up step by step.
By the time they have climbed to a certain height, their faces have turned pale and their life span has passed away.
Lu Yu said calmly: "I still have some time today. I'll give you time for a cup of tea. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."
He would definitely give the old man in front of him a chance.
Zeng Yi's heart was shaken, and he was filled with unprecedented ecstasy, almost occupying his entire mind.
"Please give me some time to prepare."
Zeng Yi immediately calmed down his inner emotions and began to organize his thoughts.
Lu Yu nodded.
This is what a steady person should do.
If you ask questions casually, it is very likely that the questions you ask will be of little value and the other party will be extremely annoyed.
After a while, Zeng Yi collected his thoughts and then started to ask questions.
Lu Yu also tried his best to answer.
The two of them were just asking and answering questions, but countless elders and disciples had gathered around them.
They sat quietly and listened to the conversation between the two, with shock in each of their eyes.
That Zeng Yi is a master of formations!
Lu Yu, on the other hand, sat in front of Zeng Yi and gave instructions quietly, just like a master giving instructions to his disciples.
There is a huge age gap between the two, but their current behavior is exactly the opposite.
"Oh my god, am I wrong? Could it be that this person's formation skills are even better than Grandmaster Zeng's?"
"No wonder the sect master and senior brother respect this person so much. It really makes sense."
"Remember it quickly, these are priceless treasures!"
People around were whispering, but no one dared to interfere with the conversation between Lu Yu and Zeng Yi. They all stood nearby and started recording silently.
The two chatted for a cup of tea and stopped communicating.
Zeng Yi was full of energy and his eyes were shining brightly.
In this short cup of tea, he only asked five questions.
But these five questions that had troubled him for a long time were all answered by Lu Yu!
In an instant, Zeng Yi could be said to be suddenly enlightened, as if he had received an enlightenment, and he suddenly woke up.
"Thank you, Master, for your advice!" Zeng Yi saluted respectfully again.
Boom, boom...
At this moment, loud noises suddenly came from the distance.
The sound came from near the mountain gate of Lingshan Zong.
A protective formation of the Lingshan Sect was torn open, the rocks were broken into countless pieces, and a group of men in robes shouted out from the smoke and dust.
These people held Buddhist beads in their hands, had ferocious faces, chanted Sanskrit in their mouths, and killed anyone they saw.
What he used was quite cruel moves, targeting the facial features, limbs, joints and other places to launch fierce attacks.
Dozens of disciples were caught off guard and were immediately beheaded, with their limbs and arms flying everywhere.
Elder Zhike, who was guarding the door, wanted to step forward to stop him, but unexpectedly, the big man in the lead was faster. He raised his hand and struck out a fierce palm, with energy like a dragon and tiger, and the meaning of Prajna Nirvana came from his palm, with golden light flashing.
Elder Zhike was obviously shot into a blood mist and died immediately.