But seeing that, Mo Qianxue actually grabbed the human skin, slowly lifted it, and tore it forcefully, the whole human skin separated from the back of her hand, and a red dot with a big mouth appeared on the back of her hand.
Strictly speaking, the red dot has completely covered the back of her hand.
Upon closer inspection, the red dot seems to be composed of countless gossips.
Wait, no, it's not like it is made up of gossip, it's more like the whole red dot is just one gossip, and in this gossip it is made up of countless gossips.
"Senior Sister, what is this?" I exclaimed and stared at the back of her hand. If it weren't for considering whether or not a man or a woman would give or accept each other, I would definitely take her arm over and look closely for a while, mainly because of the back of her hand. too weird.
"Zhengming Gua!" She smiled slightly, raised her hand in front of my eyes, and continued: "Our Mohist's organ technique is different from your ghostsmiths, and even more different from ordinary carpenters. The bigger this natal Gua indicates that the other party treats Mo The deeper the mechanism skills, take my hand as an example. In today's society, there should be no more than five people who can surpass me!"
What she said was relaxed, but she was sweating profusely to me, what does this mean
In today's society, no more than five people can surpass her
This implication is that her comprehension of Mohism's organ techniques is already at the top level in the country.
This...this...this is impossible!
She is only eighteen years old this year!
Right now, I swallowed, and tremblingly said, "Sister, where are the four masters?"
She frowned slightly, and said quietly: "He, medium level!"
"Ah!" I exclaimed, staring at her, Mad, it's a hell, she means she is better than the fourth master.
This is impossible!
She is the daughter of the Four Masters, how could she surpass the Four Masters.
Besides, most of her skills are derived from the teachings of the four masters. Even if she wants to surpass, she still has to wait a few years.
After all, whether it is a carpenter, a ghostsmith, or a Mohist institution, they all rely on time to settle.
However, at the age of eighteen, Mo Qianxue actually said that there are no more than five people in China who surpass her.
Suddenly, there was only one thought in my heart, she must be crazy.
Then Mo Qianxue should have seen that I didn’t believe her. He just smiled and didn’t say much about this issue. Instead, he asked me: “Dongchuan, since I am determined to learn Mohist school techniques, there are some rules, I have to tell you. For one, don’t let people easily see the red dot on the back of your hand, so you have to stick this on the back of your hand."
When she was talking, she took out a piece of human skin and touched her fingers roughly, and I asked her what it was.
She smiled and explained: "It is called skin grafting in our Mohist technique. The material used is the bark of golden nanmu, which is baked at high temperature and then made by special techniques."
After that, she handed the skin graft to me and continued: "Cover the red dot."
I was not polite. I took the skin graft and placed it on the back of my hand, just to cover the red dot, and said, "Sister, what are the rules?"
She didn't even think about it, and whispered: "The general rules are similar to those of your ghostsmiths, but there is one more thing you have to pay attention to, that is, as a Mohist institution, there are thousands of words. I can't say it."
I was startled, and asked quickly: "What's the matter?"
She gave me a blank look and said, "I can't say that."
I...I...I have the feeling of wanting to go violently. What's the matter with this, I just said, "But, sister, if you don't tell me, how do I know which sentence it is? What if I say it someday. "
After listening to my words, she condensed and said sharply: "Dongchuan, my grandfather once said that, and died within three days. My grandfather's father also said that, less than three days. Heaven is dead."
I'm dumbfounded, dumbfounded, what the hell is it
Why is it so magical
In an instant, I immediately thought of the curse of the Patriarch Luban. Is there a similar curse in the Mohist art
If this is the case, then things will become big. You must know that the curse of Patriarch Luban can be avoided, as long as you don’t do anything wrong. However, this Mohist technique is a headache. I can't say a word.
If someone tells me which sentence I cannot say, I can definitely avoid it.
However, the problem lies in the fact that I don't know which sentence it is at all. This makes me depressed. I really don't know what to say. I feel that I haven't formally studied art yet, so I put myself in the hole first.
At this moment, Mo Qianxue spoke again, and she said, "Dongchuan, since you have already entered this line, don't worry about that much for the time being. Just study the Mohist mechanism. By the way, you are a ghost. Craftsman, learning Mohist techniques is much faster than ordinary people."
Listening to this, I nodded slightly. This is the truth. Whether it is a ghostsmith or a mechanic, we are all carpenters, and we can be regarded as the same kind of carpenters. If you really want to learn, it must be a lot easier.
However, there is one thing that I have been wondering about, that is, what is the white ** that I drank before worshiping the shrine, and why the voice of Mo Qianxue was male.
I asked two doubts.
To my disappointment, she did not answer these two questions for me. Instead, she handed me a wooden folder. The wooden folder was dark red, and the first feeling was very sinking. I asked her what it was. She only said one word and said: "Skill."
In this regard, I was speechless, and I didn’t bother to ask again. I always felt that since I worshiped the shrine, Mo Qianxue felt a little bit colder for me. Even when I just woke up, she asked a few caringly. Sentence. But, thinking about it now, when she said these things, she seemed reluctant.
"Sister, did I do something that made you unhappy?" I asked tentatively.
She frowned and said in doubt: "Why do you ask?"
Okay, it seems that I have been thinking too much. I didn't speak any more, so I opened the wooden folder and looked at it. What broke me was that it was all in small seal fonts, and I didn't know a word in a daze.
"Senior Sister, this..." I turned my head and looked at Mo Qianxue.
She stopped and said, "Dongchuan, the Mohist art of organism is not taught, but... by enlightenment."
"Enlightenment?" I didn't understand what she meant.
She hummed, and continued: "Don't think about reading these words carefully, but use these words to guess how the wood should be linked. Take this word as an example, don't think about what it is, you have to think about it. Each stroke and how each painting is composed. Moreover, the characters are written by people. Similarly, the organization is also composed by people. I don't know if your master has said a word to you."
"What?" I asked, and subconsciously glanced up at her, and found that her beautiful face was full of seriousness, just like a serious teacher. (End of this chapter)