Jiang Xin and Yang Gang were dawdling here, while the mud monkey called Hozen and Minghun on the other side were fighting fiercely.
Although the Life Soul looks invisible and has no substance, it can actually carry out physical attacks. Although the attack power is not that great, it is still no problem to fight with the mud monkey in two moves.
The situation of the mud monkey is unclear, but the life soul can be controlled by Jiang Xinuo to a certain extent.
Her eyes moved slightly, while Jiang Xin was talking to Yang Gang to delay, she also focused part of her mind to control the attack movements of Qi Minghun.
Opposite Jiang Xin, relying on the three strands of Qi breath connected with the clay monkey, Yang Gang instantly noticed that the originally dull movements of the soul of life became more energetic. He glanced at Jiang Xin and immediately made an inference.
With a slight movement in his heart, Yang Gang secretly clasped his fingers, sending out a few streams of energy. The two little clay figurines who had been hiding in the dark and had not been burned by the purple fire instantly joined the battle.
Although Minghun is small in size, the strength of his hands is not diminished at all. The ability to use one hand to control the ethereal main body and soften other methods is comparable to that of the clay monkey jumping up and down.
Chirp—
Seeing that the blow he had landed on his head was deflected aside by Minghun using that weird move, the hozen grinned in anxiety and scratched his ears and cheeks.
At this time, two clay figures in the distance were babbling, holding up two nooses made of Qi breath in their hands and ran out. With just a throw, the nooses seemed to be alive and chased directly towards the soul.
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With the noose still falling on him, Minghun grinned slightly, then turned into misty black smoke and flew out, regrouping, while the noose remained alone in place.
"???" The two clay figurines were dumbfounded, and after tilting their heads, they finally reacted: "Beep!"
"Chirp!" The monkey became a little impatient. He stretched out his hand to push away the two clay figures that were in the way. He stepped out and rushed out again. The red light in his hand was covered with a stone stick and he hit the soul of life again.
"Ugh-" The virtual state can ignore all physical attacks, but if you want to avoid the threat of Qi, it is a bit fanciful.
Use the Tai Chi Strengthening Head Technique to move the stone stick away, letting the power pour into the air. The soul of life suddenly stepped forward, and its five fingers turned into claws, gouging out the chest of the clay monkey.
A ball of yellow mud was peeled off, revealing the entangled plant fibers inside.
Looking at the mud in Minghun's hand, the monkey was stunned for a moment, and then became more and more frantic. The two villains on the side also rushed over, looking like they were going to fight to the death with Minghun.
"Good opportunity." Jiang Xin's eyes brightened slightly, and he moved his soul to stand between the clay monkey and a clay figure. He watched as the stone rod fell and turned into an incorporeal state.
With a hiss, streaks of black energy were directly torn apart by the red light, and behind the life soul, the screaming clay figure was also smashed into a ball of mud.
Chirp-chirp-
Looking at his smashed accomplice in front of him, the monkey scratched his head. Seeing the soul of life reappearing, he rushed out again with the stick.
snap—
There was another soft sound, and the second clay figurine was also brutally attacked and turned into a ball of mud.
It was clear that the person in front of him was Minghun, but the person he beat to death was his fellow worker. The monkey was confused for a moment and stood there blankly. Taking this opportunity, Minghun's palm turned into a knife and raised it behind the monkey.
Ups and downs.
A few black lines crossed, five or six pieces of mud fell to the ground, and the monkey's original red eyes also went out.
"It's a good fight scene, taking advantage of the brainless nature of these little things." Seeing the battle over there come to an end, Yang Gang no longer held back his hands, a Buddha's light flashed on his chest, and six arms appeared behind him.
Capture, grasp, fist, palm, hammer, plus the two fingers in Yang Gang's hand that joined together again, at the same time, six attacks hit Jiang Xin, and for a while, the air was filled with a sharp whistling sound.
Recalling the five soul movements, Jiang Xin suddenly moved more than ten meters away, leaving Yang Gang's strength in the empty space.
"It's this move again." Seeing Jiang Xin teleport out, Yang Gang's eyes moved slightly, and he stretched out his hand to grab it, and a gray and fluffy one appeared in his hand.
"Come on!" Yang Gang shouted loudly, and his whole body breathed out. The shriveled cloth bag opened instantly, and then an inexplicable suction force locked on Jiang Xin out of thin air. His breath rolled back, and Jiang Xin's whole body was like Yuan Qi.
It was like water from a water pump, unable to pour out of the body voluntarily and submerged into the cloth bag.
"It has the same ability as the Swallowing Beast." Jiang Xin's heart moved, and a purple flame instantly rose up. The next moment, it was driven by the suction force, turning into a purple thread and rushing towards the cloth bag.
Seeing this, Yang Gang didn't panic. He shook the bag in his hand, and the Qi that had been swallowed poured out like a flood. When it met the purple fire, it instantly turned into a fluffy flame several meters in size.
When the flames dissipated, Jiang Xin was still in the forest, but Yang Gang had disappeared.
Before Jiang Xin could be confused, a voice like a bell sounded from above Jiang Xin's head. When he looked up, he found that Yang Gang had appeared above his head holding a demon-subduing pestle.
In the forest in the distance, purple runes like shadows and immortals flickered, wrapping Jiang Xin in the middle.
Jiang Xin tried to mobilize the five qi in his chest but found that there was no movement. Jiang Xin was silent for a moment and raised his head: "How did you do that?"
"You don't need to worry about it anymore." Yang Gang waved the demon pestle in his hand, and the runes scattered throughout the forest were withdrawn in trickles, turning into the familiar purple golden bowl again.
After dispersing the golden light on his body, Yang Gang raised his finger and said, "Let's go, I want to see you."
"Meet me?" Jiang Xin was stunned for a moment, then followed him: "Since the old man wants to see me, why do you want me to fight with you?"
Yang Gang glanced at Jiang Xin: "Oh, you care about me!"
Faced with such a tough recovery, Jiang Xin was speechless and could only follow him back to the company.
It was still the same office as last time, but this time, the person sitting on the sofa chair instead of Yang Gang was an old man who looked to be in his seventies or eighties.
"Dad." He waved Yang Gang aside. The old man looked at Jiang Xin and smiled: "You must be Xiao Jiang."
"You know me?"
"I don't know." The old man shook his head: "But the news I got is that there is only one person named Jiang Xin who came back to see my Yang family at this time. So, don't you call me by this name?"
Looking at the kind-faced old man in front of her, Jiang Xin's heart tightened for no reason, and she immediately nodded: "Oh, of course my name is Jiang Xin."
"That's good, then I've found the right person." The old man nodded, walked to Jiang Xin and looked him up and down: "You're a very energetic young man. Okay, don't worry about Xiaogang, just follow me.
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"where to?"
"The land of the Yang family."
...
the next day.
Jiang Xin was suddenly awakened by the sunlight shining on her face. When she opened her eyes, Jiang Xin found that she was already lying on a wooden bed at some point. She opened the door and walked out. What came into view was a village filled with birds singing and the fragrance of flowers.
"This is..."
Just when Jiang Xin was a little confused, a child with mud on his face ran up to Jiang Xin: "Uncle, you're awake. Grandpa asked me to take you to see him."
"Call me brother."
The child looked at Jiang Xin strangely and said nothing. He just grabbed the clay figurine in his hand and ran out quickly: "No!"
bad boy!
Jiang Xin's heart moved, and her mental power came to her instantly, and she caught the child who had not run far away: "If you don't scream, don't scream. Why are you running? Take me to see your great-grandfather."
The child didn't say anything, he just looked at Jiang Xin and laughed evilly.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Xin subconsciously felt that something was wrong, and then a gust of wind came from behind his head.
boom-
Regardless of restraining the child with his mind power, Jiang Xin rolled forward a few meters on the spot. A cloud of dust exploded behind him, and then a clay sculpture that seemed to be as tall as a person appeared in front of him.
"Is this a white tiger?" Looking at the majestic and slender tiger in front of her, Jiang Xin stood up straight, her luck energy holding the white tiger's eyes tightly.
"Uncle Idiot guessed wrong. This is Dabai created by Second Grandpa."
"It's made." Jiang Xin scanned the white tiger up and down, but couldn't see any flaws. Even the eyes that were most likely to have flaws were lifelike, and even the expressions in them could be seen.
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"Xiwazi!!!"
Just when Jiang Xin was watching Bai Hu in a trance, a gloomy growl sounded from behind the two of them. When they turned around, the Xiwazi had already been picked up by a man by the collar, and he couldn't help but face his butt.
Snap a few times.
He stretched out his hand to throw Xiwazi, who was crying loudly, and then the strong man looked at Jiang Xin: "Brother Xiao Jiang, I'm really sorry. These melonwazi just like to fool around and make you laugh. My name is Yang Cheng, you can call me
I will become an uncle."
"No, it's okay, Uncle Cheng." Jiang Xin looked at Xiwa, who disappeared after a while, and pointed at the white tiger: "This is..."
"Oh, this." Uncle Cheng patted the white tiger and made a dull banging sound: "This is a method made by the elders in the family to ensure the safety of the village. As long as you don't take the initiative to use your abilities to deal with people in the village
, he won’t attack you.”
"Okay, let's not talk about this for now." Uncle Cheng asked Bai Hu to leave, and then walked to Jiang Xin: "Come with me, Grandpa wants to see you."
"If you have anything else, you can tell me on the way. Don't keep Grandpa and the others waiting."
Jiang Xin nodded and followed Uncle Cheng's footsteps: "Are the people responsible for guarding the safety of the village all sculptures like the white tiger just now?"
"Yes." Uncle Cheng nodded: "There are not many people in the village. Most of them have to learn crafts from a few elders. The intelligence of those sculptures is not low, so it is just right for them to walk around the village."
Maybe there were other rules, so Uncle Cheng and Jiang Xin didn't talk much. Most of them were about insignificant common sense. Once something more important was involved, they would directly bring the topic to them.
The two chatted all the way, and soon came to a large courtyard: "Okay, Grandpa and the others are inside. Just enter the gate and walk straight in."
Uncle Cheng smiled: "I have other things to be busy with, so I won't join you."
Jiang Xin nodded, opened the courtyard door and walked in. What he saw was that there were dozens of large sculptures lined up in two rows. When he entered the lobby under the gaze of these clay sculptures, Jiang Xin saw
The head of the Yang family—Yang Cunren.
"Here, sit down." Yang Cunren pointed to a chair next to him and waited until Jiang Xin sat down before continuing: "I already know the purpose of your coming here."
Knowing the existence of the magic of Lingji, Jiang Xin was not surprised. She took out the wooden box containing the clay figurine from the bag and placed it on the table: "Here are the things that Mr. Gou asked me to bring."
The old man reached out and took the wooden box, looked at it twice, and sighed on the wooden table next to him: "I already know the matter. You can stay in the village temporarily for these days. When it is finished, I will have the finished product delivered to you.
Leave it to you."
Seeing the old man showing off his guests, Jiang Xin couldn't ask the question in her heart, so she could only turn around and leave.
Seeing Jiang Xin leave the yard, Yang Cunren focused his attention on the box again, and after a moment of silence, he picked it up and opened it.
Inside is a clay figurine whose charm has faded a lot, and a piece of paper with a few lines of chat written on it.
But this seemingly normal note completely changed the cold expression on Yang Cunren's face. When he closed the box again, the original indifference on his face had completely disappeared.
After thinking about it, he took out the inspiration machine that Gouchen had sent him a long time ago, entered a few messages and then sent it back: "Old man, what do you want to do?"
I don't know what the level of cultivation of these two people is. The original speed of the idea was like a stream of light driven by these two people, and disappeared into the sky in an instant.
Within a few seconds, an idea came from the distance: "I'm just telling you a few things, the rest is none of my business. Don't come back!"
"Immortal!" Gritting his teeth, he completely crushed the spirit machine. Yang Cunren's chest was rising and falling. After taking a few deep breaths, he called the person who had been with him in: "Go ahead and prepare another set of utensils and a machine."
A studio and the corresponding materials have been prepared for me."
"This is......"
"You don't have to worry about it." Yang Cunren waved his hand: "If they ask, just say it was me who called you."
...
After leaving the courtyard gate, the silence inside was immediately isolated within the courtyard wall, and the distant chirping of birds and children's laughter reached Jiang Xin's ears again.
After carefully identifying the direction, Jiang Xin did not go back to her residence here, but walked to the east of the village, where a young boy was making clay sculptures with clay.
Walking to the side and squatting down, Jiang Xin silently watched the process of plastic clay.
The Qi light wraps the hands, selects different types of fibers to form a human skeleton, and then fills it with different types of mud. The Qi is used in the hands to blend it into one place, and then when the mud is applied, the fibers that replace the main blood vessels and meridians will be buried inside.
Layer by layer, in seemingly random movements, the appearance of a clay figure soon appeared.
Although the clay figurine has no charm at this time, the bright light on it is almost the same as the several clay figurines Jiang Xinatian saw, and it is obviously ready for use.
But the young man's movements did not stop. Instead, he reached out and dipped some water, and a few fingers started flying on the surface of the clay figurine.
Eyebrows, eyes, ears, mouth, nose, all the facial features, followed by the arms, the five fingers of the arms, etc.
In just a moment, the clay sculpture that was originally just a shape took on a human touch, and as the boy took out the paint and began to draw, the clay figure became more and more agile.
Tens of minutes later, when the young man put away his paintbrush, a 'gongzi' who looked as graceful as jade but had a somewhat arrogant charm appeared in front of Jiang Xin.
"It failed again." Looking at the clay sculpture in front of him, the young man sighed, reached out and pinched and pulled the top of the clay sculpture, and drew a stream of light into his body.
Looking at the clay figurine again, it is just like the ordinary clay figurines outside, without any charm at all.
Glancing at Jiang Xin, the young man said nothing, silently packed up his things and left the place.