The haze was like rain. In a small courtyard by the lake, Linglong and Li Keer were sitting at the stone table, both looking a little strange.
"Have you ever thought about the flaws of the Tianxia Sword?" Linglong looked at Li Ker and asked.
Li Keer shook his head slightly, looked at Linglong and asked, "What about you?"
Linglong also shook her head, frowned and said: "For us, silkworms are just a tool for understanding, not a pure learning goal. The current situation has advantages and disadvantages for us. The advantage is that Hansen can give us powerful
His artistic conception and perception allow us to quickly improve ourselves. However, if we just blindly learn from him, then in the end we are just copying another him. No matter how perfect our copy is, it will never be as good as the real original.
The path we really need to take is to take a step further on the basis of silkworms and find our own path. From this aspect, it is very disadvantageous for us."
Li Keer said: "Although I say this, Han Sen's artistic conception is indeed too strong. With our current state, it is impossible to find his flaws."
"It's already bad that you can say such things. What we need is detachment, not simple learning. Han Sen can actually leave an insurmountable impression in our hearts, which already shows that we have been restricted by him.
." Linglong said solemnly.
"Then what should we do?" Li Ke'er really couldn't figure out how to break the current situation.
If Han Sen really leaves an indelible image of invincibility in their hearts, then their future achievements will be limited to Han Sen. This is definitely not their original intention of looking for silkworms.
"Han Sen needs a defeat. Only if he fails can we break the powerful and invincible impression he left in our minds." Linglong said.
"Even Sha Lai was defeated by him. I'm afraid no silkworm will be able to fight with him in a short period of time, right?" Li Ke'er looked at Linglong in confusion, wondering what she meant.
"Why does it have to be silkworms? Now that Han Sen has won the first place, he should be qualified to enter the Demon Prisoner Palace. Let him go there to experience. Firstly, it will be of great help to his practice. Secondly, it will allow him to
A little setback can also prevent him from becoming complacent, and thirdly, it can break the strong impression he left in our hearts. It can be regarded as killing three birds with one stone." Linglong said lightly.
"This is a good idea. Let's go and apply for him to enter the Demon Prisoner's Palace now. Elder Tianqi made a lot of money because of Han Sen this time, so he probably won't embarrass him about this kind of thing." Li Ke
The son said happily.
Han Sen and Bao'er were still fishing at the Dark World Lake, and Li Ke'er found another Dark Territory Silk for Bao'er so that they no longer had to share a Dark Territory Silk.
However, Han Sen was still quite depressed. Ever since he caught the Xuanhuang Sutra, all he caught later were junk, such as rusty armors and swords, broken stone statues and the like.
One time, Han Sen felt it was very heavy. He thought it was something good, so he pulled it with all his strength for a long time. In the end, he pulled up a three-meter-high stone statue with missing arms and legs, which almost made Han Sen angry.
From time to time, Bao'er could catch some jewelry and other things, but Han Sen didn't know what they were for.
The sixteen little piglets have been following Bao'er, and they have eaten a lot of snacks from Bao'er, but they have not grown up at all. Each one is only the size of a fist. They look very mini and cute, but they are of no use. They eat them all day long.
He would sleep, eat, or just run around happily behind Bao'er.
"Dad, come on, there's something on the bait, it's so heavy..." Bao'er suddenly shouted.
Han Sen quickly ran over and stretched out his hand. As expected, his hand felt very heavy, as if there was a mountain falling below.
Han Sen and Bao'er used all their strength to pull the Dark Territory Silk out of the lake little by little. After pulling for a while, they finally saw something coming up from below, and a corner emerged from the clouds.
"What is that?" Han Sen was slightly startled when he saw that thing.
Judging from the exposed part, the thing seemed to be a bronze vessel, with a square opening and a side length of more than one meter. However, the thing was not rectangular, because the part downwards from the opening suddenly shrank, making it smaller than the opening.
Much smaller.
As the bronze was gradually pulled up, more and more parts were exposed to the mist. Han Sen soon saw that there was a sheep-headed statue about one meter away from the opening of the bronze.
No, not just one, there is a bronze sheep head statue at each of the four corners of the square bronze vessel.
"This thing...why does it look so much like the Four-Yang Fang Zun..." Han Sen thought in his mind as the bronze vessel was completely pulled out.
Bang!
There was a sound like something was breaking, and the bronze vessel that was about to be completely pulled up did not fly out of the lake. Instead, the dark silk thread that bound it broke.
Then Han Sen saw the Four-Sheep Fang Zun sinking into the lake quickly. He didn't know if it was an illusion. Han Sen saw a strange smile on the face of the bronze sheep head facing them.
Han Sen looked at the lake with some doubts. Although the Dark Territory Silk itself is easy to break, Han Sen and Bao'er have been fishing for so long, but it has never broken once. This time, the Dark Territory Silk actually broke.
Know what the reason is.
He wanted to ask Linglong and Li Ker, but they were neither here. Han Sen had no other choice but to continue fishing and practice.
"In a few days, there should be news from Mr. Bai. I have to ask Li Ke'er to take me to the desert again." Han Sen was thinking to himself while fishing. He still had some expectations for Xuanhuang Jing.
of.
Xuanhuang Sutra does not need to be practiced by Han Sen. It can be used by just reversing the blood and life nerves. Where can I find such a good thing?
"I hope the Xuanhuang Sutra will be useful." Han Sen was thinking when he suddenly heard Bao'er shouting: "Dad, something has taken the bait again, come and help me..."
Han Sen looked at Bao'er's small hands holding the dark field silk, which seemed to be struggling. The dark field silk was straight, almost the same as before.
He hurriedly walked over, grabbed Bao'er's dark silk with both hands, and pulled it up hard. It felt heavier than when he pulled Siyang Fangzun just now.
Han Sen and Bao'er felt more and more strenuous, and there was a faint force pulling them down, making it almost impossible for them to hold on to the Dark Territory Silk being pulled down.
Sixteen little piglets also ran over, lined up in a row, biting the dark field silk with their mouths, and worked together to help pull it like a tug of war.
"Comrades, work harder...one, two, one..." The two of them, sixteen little piglets, were shouting and pulling. After a long time, they finally saw something emerging from the lake.
When he saw that thing, Han Sen couldn't help but was stunned again. It turned out to be the same Four-Sheep Square.