Chapter 1981: belief

Lao Liu's hands look very rough, just like those farmers who work all day. X23US. Com update fastest

But it is these rough hands that have undergone a qualitative change the moment they pick up the tools. These rough hands are like two dancing butterflies at this moment, just a simple and unpretentious little wood. stick.

Either top, or point, or cut, or press, simple techniques combined with exquisite craftsmanship, instantly a black pottery bowl was born in the hands of Lao Liu, and it was carved on the pottery bowl It is a complicated but pleasing pattern. If it hadn't been seen with his own eyes, Bai Li would have never imagined that all this came from these rough hands and that ordinary little wooden stick.

"I haven't learned any martial arts, but in my eyes, martial arts is actually no different from my pottery art. Doesn't martial arts say that everything can be simplified to the extreme? I have been doing pottery for decades, and I need dozens of techniques from the beginning. Tools, this wooden stick can accomplish everything now, is this considered a masterpiece in martial arts?"

Lao Liu's remarks made Bai Li not know how to answer. He linked martial arts with pottery. Bai Li had never experienced it, so he didn't know how to compare.

"In fact, isn't it the same thing about martial arts? What's so good about fighting and killing all day long? The second kid next to us learned martial arts from people back then. At first there was nothing, but the more advanced he learned. The more defiant you are, but everyone who walks at night will encounter ghosts. It seems like ten years ago, their family was killed a night ago, saying that he was outside who provokes people who shouldn’t be offended... so What good is this martial arts?"

Lao Liu’s remarks sounded like a parent’s shortcoming, but they were a warning sign at first.

You are an arrow demon, and you are strong, but there has never been a truly invincible person in this world. How many people have you killed? How do you know that you will not be killed by others in the future?

"That's because he is not strong enough!" There was a trace of stubbornness in Bai Li's eyes.

"Then who is strong enough? You? Or the legendary Arrow Demon Baili?" There was a trace of joking in Lao Liu's eyes.

Lao Liu's question Bai Li didn't know how to answer, and there was no answer.

"Is the Yukong Swordmaster strong enough?" Lao Liu asked.

Baili nodded.

"But what's the result? Others only used a trick to make him the target of the world. Under the moonlit night, when he killed his favorite wife with his sword, he was strong. Still weak?"

Lao Liu moved out the well-known story of the old guy.

"That's because he is not strong enough!" Bai Li was the same answer.

"Hahaha! Yeah, he's not strong enough. Above the God Capital Azure Dragon Road, Baili used his own power to suppress all sentient beings in the world, what ten families, what nine sects, but ants in front of him, rainy night alone, no one dares In a battle with him, in front of the gate of the Apocalypse Palace, he was the only one who forced Emperor Apocalypse to bow his head. He was much stronger than the Sword Saint of the Sky. Come to express my condolences, he is also number one in the world, but what if the arrow demon gets old? What if the arrow demon cannot hold his bow one day?"

"Where are there so many ifs?" Bai Li did not answer but asked instead.

At this moment, Lao Liu's eyes burst out with a glint that Bai Li couldn't understand. At this moment, Bai Li suddenly felt that the old man in front of him was not just an old potter.

"Well, as you said, there are not so many ifs, but along the way, how many people died in Baili's hands. Baili said that there is no good or evil in his eyes, but he is just him. Come and tell me, Baili Is it good or evil? I don’t want to listen to those who don’t have good or evil. I want you to tell me clearly."

Lao Liu looked at Baili with all questions in his eyes.

As for Lao Liu's question, Bai Li did not answer, but chose to remain silent.

Because this question cannot be answered in vain, good and evil? Is oneself good or evil?

He killed more people than Lao Liu made pottery in this life. In the eyes of many people, he was a demon who walked out of blood, and he was a villain.

But who knows that in the face of the temptation of the demons, even in the face of the threat of death, Bai Li has never fallen and never stepped back! So is oneself good or evil?

"What? Don't you know? Well, give you this piece of mud, now you use your hand to help me pinch the white in your eyes."

Lao Liu did not insist on letting Bai Li answer, but delivered a piece of pitch-black clay to Bai Li's hands.

The cold pottery mud was held in his hand, Baili glanced at Lao Liu and then began to fabricate himself in his own eyes.

Baili has never studied pottery, so of course the things he squeezed out have nothing to do with good looks.

And Lao Liu didn't care whether Bai Li's works were good-looking, but just watched Bai Li constantly pinching it.

First, he squeezed out the human figure. The figure that Bai Li squeezed out looked very strange, because there were eight arms behind the figure, and Bai Li didn't know why he pinched this.

But when he saw the clay, Bai Li naturally thought of the Eight-armed Demon God with its feet on the common people, so he subconsciously began to pinch the appearance of the Eight-Armed Demon God.

"It seems that you already have the answer in your heart." Looking at the eight-armed Demon God who was barely human in shape, Lao Liu stood up and left with a sigh.

Bai Li did not stop, and continued to fabricate the eight-armed Demon God according to his own heart, but the final eight-armed Demon God became a pile of waste products. The eight arms were long, short, thick and thin, and even the proportion of the eight-armed Demon God’s body. They were all pinched by Baili and looked out of shape.

But it is such a mud embryo that cannot be seen clearly, but Bai Li is placed on the table as a treasure.

This is myself! Bai Li looked at the muddy eight-armed demon **** suddenly had a feeling.

This eight-armed demon is like the self now It has no form, no distinction between good and evil, and some are just prototypes, which need to be shaped by themselves.

But looking at this prototype for a moment, Bai Li suddenly understood a lot of things. This was an epiphany, an epiphany that Bai Li had never thought of.

Lao Liu’s question seemed random, but Bai Li solved a lot of doubts.

Why study martial arts? This sounds like a question everyone will be asked, but this question is extremely important to Bai Li.

Faith! Everyone will have their own beliefs. There was also a belief in the past. If you want to become stronger, you hope that you and those who need your protection will not be bullied.

But when he came back from the Wutian dynasty and knew the news of Huo Dongjue’s death, Bai Li’s beliefs collapsed. The eight-armed Demon God suddenly disappeared and became the mud embryo in Bai Li’s hands. The magic ring also sealed the self who had no faith at the same time, and now looking at the mud embryo in front of him, I knew that the only way to unlock the seal was to find faith!

Find faith instead of regaining faith!