There are only three simple things in the knife score.

A desert, a sunset, and a knife.

But these three simple things took Li Wu a month to draw it.

When I dreamed of this page of knife score, I was also surprised.

"You drew such a knife in just one month?"

Li Bufu said: "Yes."

Yin Meng said: "This looks like a picture I drew from when I was a child."

Li Bufu said: "My graffiti level was not that high when I was a child."

When I heard this from the dream, I suddenly smiled.

"But you have it now."

Li Bufu put the drawings in the sun and said slowly: "It is not easy to have such a skill. I'm afraid there are not many people who can draw this painting today."

In the dream said: "Oh?"

Li Bufu said: "In my opinion, Ding Ning may be able to draw it in a few years, but if Jiang Duanxian had no other opportunities, he would probably have to be able to draw it until he was old."

Yin Meng stared at the knife guide for a long time before asking, "Is this painting really that magical? But I didn't see anything."

Li Bufu said, "I believe he can see it."

Because of Meng, Li Bufu said that Hua was wrong.

When I mentioned Huabu, my eyes became sad again and floated away, and there was still a trace of despair deep in my eyes that could not be revealed.

Yin Meng said: "Can I go and burn now?"

Li Bufu said, "Wait a little longer."

In Meng said: "When will you wait?"

Li Bufu said, "Wait until it's cold."

Looking at the sky because of my dream, it is still November, not the coldest time. The coldest time in the desert is between January and February.

At this time, the desert nights almost frostbite, freeze, and die of death. It is the real cold weather.

Yin Meng said, "Okay, then wait till the cold."

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It's cold.

It's been over two months again.

Sure enough, it was between January and February, the coldest time in the desert.

Li Bufu spent another three months thinking about the "cold" move.

He had just created this move, and it was a strange move that followed "Sun Du" and made the changes in "Sun Du" come up with a new move from the end.

When Li Bufu and Jiang Duanxian discussed the sword, they mentioned that Jiang Duanxian's sword had death but no life, and contained a huge murderous aura; while Li Bufu's sword technique was to have life in death.

So in the battle of the desert, Li Buhu defeated Jiang Duanxian, but let Jiang Duanxian go.

And this "cold sky" is exactly the transformation of the "life" in the "dormantle" sword technique!

The mystery between changes requires a lot of effort to explore.

It took Li Bufu three months to draw the "Cold" knife.

Every day when he was in the corridor, he let the wind chime float quietly on his head, and the deer-cutting knife was beside him. The wind and sand were blowing everywhere, but he pressed a piece of yellow paper tightly, but he didn't write anything or draw anything.

I came out to see him every day, but every day I saw a blank piece of yellow paper.

In Meng never urged Li Bufu, but during this period, she went out again and when she came back, she took people to escort back the 10,000 taels of gold.

Li Bufu knew that his net worth was 10,000 taels of gold, but he didn't even raise his eyelids. He just lay on the ground and pondered, thinking about how to fully express the "cold weather".

He recorded his sword moves, not to do useless work. This was also a test for Li Bufu's sword technique itself.

Because it involves the most profound mystery of swordsmanship.

——When Li Bufu was a child, he met an uncle who sold pork on the street. He sold pork for thirty years. When he was dividing the meat, he would chop it down every knife without weighing it. He would say three liang is three liang, five liang is five liang, and one jin is one jin.

The weight is almost the same as the scale weighs.

Of course, this is practice, and it is also a unique skill. But Li Bufu knew that the pork uncle could never teach this "accurate knife technique" to others.

Because this is just his unique skill, he can't explain why he can weigh it with one knife.

However, if you want to truly form a sword technique, a continuous, complete, magical, and peerless sword technique, you must be able to clearly grasp this feeling, and you must understand it from the source to the veins, and then to the last sword.

What Li Bufu is doing is such a thing.

The significance of this matter is not just to burn a knife technique in front of Huacuo's grave, it has a more important role.

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

The New Year has passed, and Li Bufu spent the New Year in this desert. On the afternoon of the last Lantern Festival, I ate braised pork, Dongpo elbow, Sanxian soup, Sixi Wan, Wufu Linmen, Babao Tofu and other dishes.

After having these foods, although the desert still seemed very lonely, it became a different kind of anger.

Li Bufu suddenly had a different feeling.

On that night, he rode his horse out and ran wildly because of his dream. When he came back, he "drawn" this feeling.

What he painted was not because of dreams.

With his level, he can't draw the appearance of dreams.

He painted the moon in the sky.

The moon on fifteen is very round, but the moon drawn by Li Bufu is curved.

It was bent like a knife.

Unlike usual, when he came back from his dream, Li Bufu was lying in the corridor, listening to the sound of wind chimes, comfortable and peaceful.

The wind chime is ringing.

The crisp and pleasant sound of the wind chime is equivalent to an oasis in the desert.

When travelers in the desert heard the sound of wind chimes and saw this white hut, they were often as excited as if they had seen an oasis.

But few people will look so comfortable and comfortable in this extremely cold weather when lying in the sound of wind chimes.

When I came back from the dream, I felt a little strange when I saw Li Bufu's appearance, so I went to see the yellow paper.

The yellow paper was hung on the wind chime by Li Bufu.

Because Meng was covered in sweat and her hair was slightly wet, she stood at the door and looked at the yellow paper for a long time, and asked, "Is this the second knife score?"

Li Bufu said: "Yes."

Yin Meng said: "Are you drawing a knife?"

Li Bufu said, "I painted the moon in the sky."

Because of the dream, I gently tapped the ground, and flew up and took off the yellow paper, and looked at it again and again.

The bright moon shines alone, and no one is around.

The moon is like a thin knife, and the cold is like a clear clothes.

The first knife score has only three things, which is very rare; but the second knife score has only one thing, and there is no text or word, which is even more incredible.

"This bright moon is too lonely and too cold."

Li Bufu said, "So this is the cold."

Yin Meng suddenly added a few strokes to the knife score and said, "Okay, then we'll go burn tomorrow."

Li Bufu's eyes moved, he looked over and asked, "What have you added?"

In the dream, I said, "I have added a desert and some moonlight."

Li Bufu said, "Why do you want to add it?"

Yin Meng said lightly: "This way, people who miss homesickness in the desert can feel this moon."

Li Bufu suddenly fell silent.

No one knew what he was thinking. The things that Mengtian clearly "destroyed" his swordsmanship, but Li Bufu's mood seemed to have been subjected to some strange impact.

Finally, when Yin Meng said, "This is the last day. Do you want to go to me today and get drunk before you can rest?", he actually agreed.

After burning the knife plan, of course he had no reason to stay here again.

So this is the last day.

How can you not get drunk on the last day?

Li Bufuhe walked into the house because of dreams.

Because Meng took out the "iron wine" that would be drunk when you drink it. The two looked at each other, but they both said nothing and drank the wine in the glass.

Then both of them fell drunk under the moon.
Chapter completed!