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"Cunning," I think, it should be like this...
Lin's Left-Handed Blade gradually slowed down. He slightly lifted his eyelids and murmured this phrase softly.
Just a moment ago, many images flashed through his mind: the words of the previous Culinary Master to him, memories of the Poor Old Man and the noodles, and his mother's encouragement when he first cooked noodles...
Even Lin Zhongxun's charming smile blossomed in his mind, gently telling Lin Dao: "Close your eyes, open the wisdom eye in your heart; you can do it!"
"I can definitely do it!"
Seeing Lin Zhongxun's smile, for some reason, anger surged within Lin. It was not just a reflection of his father's encouragement; it felt more like a determination to prove his stubbornness to his father.
In the next moment, Lin's slightly lifted eyelids slowly fell shut as he closed his eyes.
The various images in his mind scattered like receding tides, leaving his brain blank, like ancient rice paper—pure and flawless, without a trace of dirt.
The sounds of insects outside disappeared, yet his hearing suddenly became sharp, as if he could hear the subtle movement of air. It wasn't the sound of wind; it was something pushing the air to flow... Yes, it was created by heat...
This state was mysterious and profound; Lin did not know how he arrived here.
Perhaps it was that Lin had reached this level naturally. Or maybe a week of studying martial arts fundamentals combined with meditation allowed him to gain new insights into the world.
Perhaps it was a combination of both that enabled Lin to step into this wondrous realm.
Slowly raising his right hand, although Lin could not see, his hand accurately pressed down on the turtle shell.
"Smack!"
At the moment Lin's right hand pressed against the shell, it felt as if something in his mind had shattered, a dark ink splattering onto the rice paper.
The pitch-black ink came unexpectedly, splashed onto the rice paper like a stain.
Lin frowned slightly; he didn't understand what the mysterious image in his mind was about. He could only wave his right hand and continue based on his feelings.
His right hand moved, pressing against the Willow Leaf Turtle's shell, carefully sensing the shape and texture of the shell.
As Lin's right hand moved, the ink in his mind began to slowly shift and change, flowing around and outlining fine lines.
After a while, the ink on the rice paper took shape; it was the shell of the Willow Leaf Turtle, exactly as Lin felt it with his right hand!
The strange image was clearly on blank rice paper, yet the shapes appeared three-dimensional, antique, with a hint of traditional ink painting's charm.
As the image continued to refine, Lin began to realize that his brain was sketching what he sensed!
Understanding this reduced much of Lin Xin's confusion. His right hand began to move faster and faster, constantly exploring the Willow Leaf Turtle.
Every muscle, every line, even the texture of its skin, Lin meticulously explored.
His fingers danced, his palm shifted positions continuously. Lin's right hand spun faster and faster; he lost count of how many times he had felt over the Willow Leaf Turtle's body.
The Willow Leaf Turtle kept flipping, turning, and rolling under Lin's hands. Eventually, the palm-sized Willow Leaf Turtle was lifted by Lin, like a toy, constantly rotating in his grasp.
The images in Lin's mind became clearer; the ink blot had completely dispersed, with thick and thin strokes outlining a living Willow Leaf Turtle.
Both the overall shape and the details were meticulously captured, and this Willow Leaf Turtle seemed to come alive in Lin's mind!
The Willow Leaf Turtle struggled, trying to break free from the constraints of the rice paper. It began to move, its limbs slightly shaking, and its head swaying left and right!
"What is happening?"
Lin was suddenly alarmed; he couldn't understand this change in his mind. He clearly did not intend for this Willow Leaf Turtle to come to life!
"Wasn't it dead? Wasn't its neck pierced by the Willow Whisper? How can it still move?"
As soon as this thought arose, a faint ink blot streaked across Lin's mind at high speed, landing precisely on the neck of the Willow Leaf Turtle!
It was the Willow Whisper drawn with ink, pinning the Willow Leaf Turtle down once again, exactly where Lin had placed his hand.
This is...
In astonishment, Lin suddenly realized how to control the ink painting in his mind.
"Use Shadow Stitch for dissection," Lin thought.
With Lin's command, the ink painting of Willow Whisper slowly transformed into the appearance of Shadow Stitch, beginning to dissect the Willow Leaf Turtle from its neck.
After three minutes, the Willow Leaf Turtle was completely dissected, its limbs, shell, and flesh thoroughly separated.
However, the internal structure remained vague; some areas were merely pools of ink, leaving its contents unknown.
This was because Lin had not understood the internal structure of the Willow Leaf Turtle, so the ink painting could not demonstrate its inner workings.
"Well, starting from the neck is not a good choice," Lin thought after observing the dissection process.
In the next moment, the rice paper in his mind became blank again, new ink splashed onto it, quickly sketching and evolving once more into the Willow Leaf Turtle.
"This time, I'll start at the gaps in the shell!" Lin's thoughts shifted again.
As Lin focused his thoughts, the ink painting of Shadow Stitch moved again, re-dissecting the Willow Leaf Turtle.
Thus, as long as Lin was not satisfied, he would start over; he dissected this Willow Leaf Turtle in his mind hundreds of times!
Calculating the time, over two hours had passed, but Lin had no sense of time at all; he was tirelessly dissecting the Willow Leaf Turtle.
Once, twice, three times... starting from the head, then from the tail, making incisions at the left lower rib gaps...
Lin had rehearsed countless times, and finally, he stopped the mental practice in his mind. He had become familiar with this control method, able to refine each strike to be entirely under his command.
However, he had also completed the most perfect dissection, capable of transforming the Willow Leaf Turtle into the form he envisioned.
"Bang!"
As if realizing that Lin had finished his rehearsal, the ink in his mind suddenly exploded, splattering black ink everywhere.
The world of white rice paper also vanished from Lin's mind.
Suddenly opening his eyes, Lin's body, which had remained still for so long, began to move!
The Left-Handed Blade's starting posture was executed as he turned his wrist, counting ten breaths.
The silver Shadow Stitch blossomed from Lin's left hand in a sudden flourish!
Then, a gleam flashed in Lin's eyes. Without hesitation, he extended his right hand and with a soft "pop," firmly pressed down on the shell of the Willow Leaf Turtle.
"Swish!"
The Shadow Stitch whispered lightly as Lin's left hand merely feigned a movement!
To an ordinary person, the scene was almost incomprehensible; it was as if Lin hadn't moved at all. His left hand seemed like a stuck film reel from an old movie, merely frozen in place.
But Lin was very clear that his Left-Handed Blade had already reached its limit, one breath, one hundred eighty-nine strikes!
Just a few moments ago, Lin's Left-Handed Blade was only three breaths and ninety-nine strikes. He never expected that in just a short time, his progress would be as if aided by the gods!
Taking a deep breath, Lin released his right hand.
With a soft "crack," the Willow Leaf Turtle lost the pressure from its left hand and scattered!
"Clink!" With the second sound, Shadow Stitch fell to the ground, and Lin's left hand hung down limply like a piece of leather.
A move that surpassed the limits of Left-Handed Blade caused Lin's left arm to shatter!
"Ding! Congratulations! Left-Handed Blade skill leveled up!"
"Ding! Congratulations! Left-Handed Blade skill leveled up!"
"Ding! Congratulations! Left-Handed Blade skill leveled up!"
"Ding! Congratulations! Left-Handed Blade skill leveled up!"
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