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Doutian left Shenzhen Pavilion and soon came to Beilao bamboo garden.

"Teacher." Doutian stood outside the bamboo garden and called several times, but he didn't hear Beilao's answer.

Doutian frowned, pushed open the gate and went in. The courtyard was empty, and there was no one. However, when doutian looked at the courtyard in front of him, he was shocked.

Outside the courtyard, there were strong winds, like the blade of a knife.

To doutian's surprise, these blades are turning in a strange way. Each blade seems to represent a kind of artistic conception, which is extremely mysterious.

"Is Dao Qi drawing soul lines?" Doutian was astonished, "is the teacher carving inside?"

Thinking of this, Dou Tian stood there quietly, watching the direction of the blade and the change of the Dao Qi. At first, the blade and Dao Qi changed slowly, and Dou Tian could easily catch them.

However, with the passage of time, the blade became more and more strange. Even if doutian's naked eye caught it very quickly, he couldn't see it clearly. Even in the end, doutian felt dizzy.

"The old man is carving again." Beichenfeng, a decadent looking man, arrived and saw the movement in the house, showing a trace of displeasure. However, when he looked at doutian, beichenfeng was smiling, "uncle, are you really Mengdie her grandfather's elder martial brother?"

Dou Tian didn't answer Bei CHENFENG. His mind was completely immersed in the endless Dao Qi. In his eyes, it was as if the whole room was covered with Dao Qi.

"Into it?" Beichenfeng looks at doutian in surprise and doesn't disturb him any more. He sits on a stone table and drinks tea alone.

Poof!

After half a sound, Dou Tian suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew upside down. After throwing more than ten meters, he stopped. His face was very white, and he looked exhausted.

"Martial uncle, are you ok?" Beichenfeng appeared beside doutian with a look of schadenfreude. "The old man is in a mysterious carving state, so you shouldn't get close to him."

"Is that rare?" Doutian was surprised. He was a little weak.

"It's not too little. In my memory, I have vomited blood for several pots." Beichenfeng thought for a while, solemnly replied.

Vomited several pots of blood? The corner of Dou Tian's mouth twitches. Beichen Feng is really a wonderful flower.

"Martial uncle, don't tell the old man. In fact, I've been pretending to vomit blood many times. I'm not interested in this soul tattoo." Beichen Feng whispered.

"The soul pattern is extremely mysterious. No matter who practices it, it will be good. Why don't you practice it?" Doutian stands up and looks at Beichen Fengdao.

"I didn't say that I was not interested in soul tattoo, but I didn't want to disappoint the old man, so I tried my best to learn it, but in the end, I didn't achieve anything, so I had to pretend to be very serious, because only when I sink into it, I will feel dizzy and vomit blood." Beichenfeng shrugged.

"So all the time, you've been pretending?" All of a sudden, a stern voice came from afar. Beichenfeng heard the speech, and his body suddenly shivered.

"Grandfather, I'm joking with my martial uncle? I study soul tattoo very seriously. " The North morning front does not hesitate of way, again have no any Hippie smile of appearance.

Doutian looks at beichenfeng funny, this guy seems to be really afraid of Beilao. Of course, doutian can also see beichenfeng's care and love for Beilao.

Just because he spat several pots of blood, it's not what ordinary people can do.

"I'll deal with you later." Beilao's face was slightly ruddy. When he looked at doutian, Beilao showed kindness and said, "tianer, you're here."

"Teacher." Doutian gives a little gift.

Looking at beichenfeng standing there motionless, Dou Tianxin burst of laughter, speechless in his heart: "with the strength of the teacher, can't you see that you are pretending to be injured? How can a little trick escape the teacher's eye? "

Doutian saw at a glance that the friendship between the two was not so deep, but it was not broken.

"What did you feel just now?" The old man sat on the stone chair. Beichenfeng ran to him and poured him a cup of tea with a smile.

"The change of blade is very mysterious, and the speed is too fast. The disciple's talent is dull, and only about one tenth of it has been captured." Dou Tian said with a bitter smile.

"One tenth? Martial uncle, you have captured one tenth of it this time. Isn't cowhide like that? What's more, if you catch one tenth of them, they are all genies of evil level. How can they be stupid? " Beichenfeng looks at doutiandao in surprise.

"Did you catch a tenth?" Beilao stares at beichenfeng. He looks into his hands, takes out a woodcarving, throws it in front of doutian, and then takes out a short knife and says, "try carving according to what you think."

"Yes, teacher." Doutian pondered a little, nodded, but he was a little nervous.

He has seen a lot of puppet beasts, but he has never seen a real soul carving beast, let alone carved it himself. His cultivation talent is very evil, but it does not mean that he has strong attainments in the way of soul carving."Don't be nervous. Do as you please." Beilao saw that doutian really didn't know how to carve, because he didn't know how to cut at all.

"Whatever you want?" Doutian nodded as if he had a little insight, then he closed his eyes.

"If you want, don't close your eyes. You can't see clearly. How can you do that?" North morning front surprised way.

Bang!

At this time, however, doutian had already started to fight. The short knife in his hand was flying at a very fast speed. The gas of each knife was shooting at random, and the sawdust was flying.

He sometimes picks, sometimes sweeps, sometimes splits The blade is infinitely changeable. Under the guidance of the blade, the Qi of the blade becomes sharper and sharper.

However, the corner of Beichen Feng's mouth was twitching, because the wood in front of doutian's body had changed things and people, and had no appearance at all.

"The art of carving is worse than me. How do you like him, grandfather?" Beichenfeng finally couldn't help saying it.

"Shut up What beichenfeng didn't expect was that Beilao was angry with him directly. Moreover, his turbid eyes were more and more clear, and his body was shaking slightly.

"Grandpa, are you ok? Don't scare me." See North old whole body tremble, North morning front worry of shout, "doutian, you stop quickly, the old man is scared by you heart can't stand."

"Pa!"

But Beichen directly slapped Beichen Feng in the back of his head. Beichen Feng was so angry that he couldn't laugh or cry. He said, "you son of a bitch, if you can have one tenth of doutian's soul carving talent, I'll die!"

Beichenfeng was very unconvinced and said, "don't you think I can carve four at most, but doutian carves ten. Do you think he is more powerful than me?"

"If you don't believe it, try carving one yourself." North old cold hum a way.

"Try it, try it. At least I'm a master soul sculptor. I don't believe I can't match him." Beichenfeng a face proud way, his heart that does not admit defeat of the moment eruption out, take out a wood began to carve.