The Zhenwu Chuan Gong wall is the corpse of the god.
Lin Ye had a hard time imagining what the bones of this god looked like when he was alive.
"Don't use your normal thinking to think about the corpses of gods." Lao Shi explained: "Besides, you should also have heard some myths and legends."
"You mean Pangu?"
The first thing Lin Ye thought of was Pangu. Legend has it that after Pangu died, his eyes turned into the sun and moon, his hair turned into stars, his limbs turned into mountains, and his blood turned into rivers...
If this myth and legend is used as a reference, then it is acceptable for the god's body to become a true martial arts wall.
"This should be a martial arts god. To be honest, I have never heard of the existence of martial arts gods in the real world. This should be unique to the martial arts in this world."
Lao Shi's words made Lin Ye ponder for a moment and then asked: "How did you determine that this Zhenwu Chuan Gong wall is the corpse of a god?"
"The terrain of this place is not special. The only special thing is the Zhenwu Chuan Gong wall. I am right in my judgment. But if you want to see the corpse of the god, you have to clear the Zhenwu Chuan Gong wall."
"Pass the Zhenwu Chuan Gong wall?"
Lin Ye's mouth twitched. Last time he didn't even finish the challenge with all the people on the list shown on the fourth picture. There were still five pictures after it. It was so difficult to pass the level.
"Then there is no other way. If you want to see the corpse of the god, you have to clear the level. Otherwise, you think the corpse of the god is so easy to see."
"Anyway, you have suspended time in the real world. At worst, you can just grind it out at the bottom of this cliff. If it doesn't work for one year, then it will be three years. If it doesn't work for three years, then it will be ten years..."
Lin Ye chose to ignore Lao Shi's voice. The last time he observed the fourth pattern, there were a total of thirteen people's names on it, and he challenged to the fourth place.
There are nine more people on the list of the sword-wielding martial saint.
To be honest, Lin Ye was looking forward to fighting against the nine martial saints.
Thinking of this, he stopped talking and controlled the City God's Seal to float to the fourth pattern.
The name of the fifth person: Wenren layman.
Lin Ye stared at the name for three breaths. Light bloomed on the stone wall, and the surrounding scene changed in the next moment.
A bamboo forest.
The sound of silk and bamboo ripples in this bamboo forest.
Bamboo forest, bamboo house, a guqin, and a middle-aged man in white sitting in front of the guqin.
This scene fits the name very well.
Lin Ye stood ten meters away from the other party.
The man in white plucked the strings casually, calmly and elegantly, and the cold sound of the piano came out from his fingertips. Lin Ye smiled, and the next moment he sat cross-legged on a bamboo stool on the side.
Clean your ears and listen to the sound of the piano.
The sound of the piano was cold and melodious, and then it became gentle and lingering, like weeping and complaining. Then the tone of the piano was raised, and it was like a cold wind, and the entire bamboo forest became silent at this moment.
The expression on Lin Ye's face also changed with the changes in the music, but he remained undefended from the beginning to the end.
Ding!
The man in white suddenly plucked the strings, and his voice was full of murderous intent like an iron horse fighting. At this moment, the bamboo forest with a radius of ten miles roared, and pieces of bamboo leaves rustled down.
The fallen bamboo leaves were blown by a strong wind and rolled into a huge ball in mid-air. The next moment, the ball turned into a sharp sword and shot towards Lin Ye's eyebrows.
boom!
When the sword was still a foot away from him, Lin Ye opened his eyes and punched out.
This punch directly knocked the sword away, and many bamboo leaves fell to the ground.
The middle-aged man who was playing the strings stopped playing the strings, raised his head to look at Lin Ye for the first time, and said, "If you really understand music, you will understand that this sword will dissipate at the last moment.
It's over for you."
Hearing what the other party said, Lin Ye smiled. He really didn't understand music very well, or at least he could see simple music notation.
Those expressions just now were just the sound of the piano reflecting his emotional changes.
Ordinary people will become cheerful when they hear cheerful music. When they hear sad music, sadness will come to their hearts, that's all.
At a classical concert like that, those who knew music were mesmerized, but he couldn't tell.
"It's true that I don't understand music, but I know one thing. As long as my fist is big enough, I don't have to take risks."
It is true that if he is not prepared, the sharp sword made of bamboo leaves will stop at the last moment, but Lin Ye doesn't like to place his own safety on others.
As long as his fist is hard enough, what if he can't understand the music?
The man in white was stunned for a moment when he heard Lin Ye's words, and then smiled.
"Here's the truth."
In the end, you still have to speak in the exam.
Ding!
The man in white plucked the strings, and the sound this time was completely different from the previous one. Not only was it full of killing intent, but space cracks appeared in the entire surrounding space due to the sonic boom.
The cracks are like knives.
Split everything.
The huge bamboo forest instantly became a mess, and these spatial blades swept towards Lin Ye.
"Well done!"
Lin Ye waved his fist and walked around in the air. Every punch struck a space blade.
The space blade that could split space failed to leave even a scratch on Lin Ye's watch.
Lin Ye strolled leisurely, approaching the man in white step by step.
call out!
When he was still ten feet away from the man, the man raised his right hand. This time, a string suddenly broke, and a bright silver light shot towards Lin Ye.
However, almost as soon as the man plucked the strings, Lin Ye took a step to the left to avoid the silver light.
Lin Ye vividly demonstrated the "late arrival" of the Martial Saint's magical power.
Lin Ye easily dodged the five strings of the man in white until he was still three feet away from the man in white, until there was only one string left.
Lin Ye looked at the man in white and was about to punch out. However, the moment he punched out, the man in white smiled at him and disappeared on the spot.
Looking at the empty place ahead, Lin Ye frowned and immediately dispersed his consciousness, but found nothing.
Just when Lin Ye was confused, the scene in front of him changed and he appeared in a studio.
In front of him, stood a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi.
The man held a paintbrush in his hand and looked at Lin Ye with a smile.
Lin Ye understood that this was the next man.
But to Lin Ye's surprise, he met a Qin-playing Martial Saint, and here came another Painting Martial Saint.
Could it be that there are Qiwu Sheng and Shuwu Sheng behind?
Logically speaking, music, chess, calligraphy and painting have nothing to do with martial arts.
After all, he is a rude warrior.
"please!"
The man in Tsing Yi made an invitation gesture, and Lin Ye smiled and picked up the brush placed aside, and directly drew a horizontal stroke across the landscape painting that the man had almost finished.