wrong!
No one moved.
Zheng Shiyi looked at the person beside him, but he was stunned for a moment. The dummy was not a real person, but a dummy carved out of wood.
"In this city, all the people and everything seem to be carved out of wood." Peng Junyue looked at Zheng Shiyi in amazement.
"This... this is completely a city of wood carvings."
Zheng Shiyi also looked at Peng Junyue with a look of amazement. The two of them walked forward along the street in front of them. Not only were there people, but everything along the way was carved out of wood.
Slowly, a figure finally appeared in his sight, a moving figure.
A middle-aged man is holding a carving knife, sitting in the inn, carving carefully. Everything in the inn is carved from wood, the innkeeper, the shopkeeper, wooden tables, wooden chairs, wine bottles...
Everything is the same size as real objects and looks real. All people, whether they are waiters or diners in the hotel, are vivid, and you can even see the joy, anger, sorrow and joy on their faces.
Kill the king!
Although Zheng Shiyi had never seen the Killing King, he just took one look and knew in his heart that the person in front of him was the Killing King.
The Killing King was just wearing an ordinary gray long coat, and there was nothing special about his appearance. He looked like an ordinary carpenter, and there was no terrifying aura emanating from him.
He seemed not to realize that someone had walked in here, and was still concentrating on carving.
Zheng Shiyi and Peng Junyue didn't say anything, they just stood aside and watched every move of Kill King's carving...
After a long time, almost an hour, King Sha finally finished carving the last diner. Then he put away the carving knife in his hand and looked back at Zheng Shiyi. On his seemingly ordinary face, there was a hint of wisdom in his eyes. With a bright light, he asked: "How does my wood carving look like?"
The voice was neither high nor low, just like killing a king. It couldn't be more ordinary. But somehow, when Zheng Shiyi listened to this voice, he felt that every byte in the voice seemed to be filled with the spirit of a powerful warrior. Killing spirit.
Zheng Shiyi's eyes fell back on the carvings on the side, and he admired sincerely: "King Sha, your carvings are so superb that they look real, but..."
Zheng Shiyi paused slightly as he spoke, and then sighed: "It's a pity, no matter how similar they are, they are just wood after all."
"Yes, they are just wood." King Sha sighed with regret: "According to legend, the highest state of art is living, it is life!
Legend has it that the supreme power in ancient times was able to turn dead things into living things. It is said that the ancients were able to paint a picture of beauty, and the beauty would come out of the painting and come to life.
The ancient powers carved a wooden horse, and the wooden horse turned into a real horse. But I still can't do this. "
Zheng Shiyi looked at Sha Wang with a sigh on his face, and suddenly realized that this was probably Sha Wang's way. Although Sha Wang, like himself, had received the fist intention taught by him, the other party's way was definitely different from his own.
If King Killer could make a real wooden figure that could come back to life, it would be in another realm entirely. But he didn't expect that King Killer's way would be carving.
His title was King Killer, and he originally thought that the road to kill King should be a road full of killing.
The Killing King seemed to be deep in thought, and said with a longing look on his face: "I really don't know what kind of era the ancient times were. It's a pity that I was not born in that era."
Peng Junyue looked at King Sha and suddenly said: "Actually, geniuses are geniuses no matter what era they are in, and powerful people are powerful people no matter what era they are in. This has nothing to do with the times."
The Killing King turned his head slightly, as if there was nothing special about him like an ordinary person, yet he seemed to be staring at Peng Junyue with his eyes full of wisdom and murderous aura.
The next moment, he suddenly laughed, looked at Peng Junyue and said with a smile: "Interesting, really interesting. You are an interesting person."
"Where, where, it's just that everyone thinks Peng... No, it's because everyone thinks fat people are fun." Peng Junyue became humble in a rare way, but he was full of slander in his heart. Who said King Kill was aloof and arrogant, who said King Kill was hard to get in touch with, King Kill was obviously very kind.
Killing King glanced at Peng Junyue again with a smile on his face, then turned to look at Zheng Shiyi and said: "You are also very good. It is really rare for you to understand the Holy Master's fist intention at such a young age."
"It's just a fluke." Zheng Shiyi recalled the situation when he broke through the seal, and secretly sighed in his heart. If it weren't for the Shenhou Conference, he might not be able to break the seal until now.
"It's your ability to understand the Holy Spirit's fist. How can you be so lucky?" King Sha said the word "Sage" with a clear look of reverence and even admiration on his face.
Zheng Shiyi was slightly surprised that he could still have such admiration for a person at the level of killing the king! And he was not the first one. Fan Yao's father, King Fan, was the Prince of Jiuxing. When he talked about the current Holy Emperor, he also showed admiration.
It is even more amazing that the current Saint can be worshiped by such two figures.
Peng Junyue seized the opportunity and asked: "King Sha, you said that Old Shiyi has the ability, that means he has the ability. Then do you think that if he has the ability, can he defeat the Fudo King? Which of the two of them is Will you win?"
"Fudo King is a big mountain, so high that many people can't see the top of the mountain." The killing king said with a look of memory on his face: "I fought against Fudo King back then. Although Fudo King rose late, he is also He has only emerged in the past one or two years, but he is indeed a genius of the world."
"Then when you fight King Fudo, who will win?" Peng Junyue realized that King Sha was not as aloof and arrogant as the legend said, and he became more courageous.
"I didn't lose." The killing king said with a normal expression: "If you ask Bubu Wang, he will give you the same answer and say that he didn't lose either."
"In other words, you two are tied." Peng Junyue said matter-of-factly.
King Sha shook his head slightly and said: "It's not a tie. I think I have the upper hand, but King Fudong thinks he has the upper hand."
This is not a tie.
Peng Junyue cursed in his heart. He just said it was a draw, but he still had to go to such trouble to say it. Is this the so-called master's style? Masters must pay attention to such a tone, making ordinary things troublesome or even confusing.
Forget it, let’s ask Lao Shiyi about the topic.
Peng Junyue continued to ask: "But Fudo King is no longer Fudo King. He is just Fudo Hou. What about Old Shiyi this time? Can he defeat Fudo King?"
"If there is a mountain, there will be people climbing it. Some people give up halfway, and some people even fall off the mountain, but there are always people who can climb to the top. Standing on the top of the mountain is naturally higher than the mountain." Killing King said, looking at Zheng Shiyi with a smile on his face. He said with a smile: "I am optimistic that you can win, because you have understood the Holy Master's fist intention."
"Oh, can Lao Shiyi win? This is great, Lao Shiyi, you see, even the King of Killers expects you to win." Peng Junyue immediately shouted excitedly when he heard the sound, and called him twice As if he suddenly thought of something, he turned around and looked at King Sha with a curious expression: "So, under the same circumstances, King Fudo will not be able to understand the Holy Master's fist intention."
"No, if it were the Fudo King, he would be able to break the seal faster and understand the Holy Lord's fist, but so what? I am optimistic about Zheng Shiyi's victory." As the Killing King spoke, a strong wave of emotion suddenly surged out of his body. The air of confidence surges, and even gives people the illusion that it has condensed into substance. It seems that the air in this world has become different.
After King Sha finished speaking, he raised his hand, and two pieces of wood as tall as one person appeared in his hand. He handed the pieces to the two of them respectively. He then took out a few carving knives and handed them to their hands, saying: "You also saw it before. Let me carve a portrait, and you can try it too."
"Making things, Fatty, I'm the best at making things." Peng Junyue confidently picked up the carving knife, walked to the wood, made a cut and started carving.
Zheng Shiyi took the carving knife, but in his mind he recalled the previous steps when killing the king of carvings. While recalling, he carefully started to use the knife.
I had seen King Sha carve it easily and very quickly before, but as soon as I moved the knife, I realized how difficult it was to carve.
Although I have excellent control over my strength due to my training, it is all kinds of uncomfortable and awkward when sculpting.
King Sha moved a wooden chair that he had carved and polished, and sat on the wooden chair. He looked at Zheng Shiyi's carvings, and after just a few glances, he laughed out loud.
"I said boy, what are you doing? You want to carve, not kill, and that knife is not for killing. Why are you using so much force? Are you trying to pierce people directly?"
"Little guy, what are you carving? Is it a human arm? But look at whose arm there is so much dent in the middle?"
"Are these your eyes? Why are they triangular? Even triangular eyes are not so triangular."
"Your two legs, one is thick and the other is thin, what's wrong? The tendon of one leg is broken?"
"Boy..."
Killing King sat on the chair and was talking about Zheng Shiyi's carvings at first, but slowly, he started laughing harder and harder, and even laughed so much that he was out of breath.
Zheng Shiyi's sculpture is really ugly, so ugly, so ugly that it's too ugly to look at.
"This... this is too difficult. I thought I had good control over my strength, but when I started carving, I realized that I was far behind in the subtleties."
Zheng Shiyi looked helplessly at the wood carving he had carved, which was completely asymmetrical on the left and right, and even the facial features were extremely weird. His face burned with anger. Compared with the carving of King Sha, he was really ugly.
On the other hand, Peng Junyue, his carving should be good.
Zheng Shiyi turned back and looked at Peng Junyue's carvings. At first glance, he felt balanced. The carvings made by Peng Junyue didn't look much better than his own carvings. At most, they were just a little better. But the problem was that he The carvings are terrible.
His carving was slightly better than his own, but equally miserable.
(End of chapter)