C792 (1/2)

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.