The four of them each began their own verification, while Lin Shen started following the little figures' movements.
Whether the sequence was correct or not was not within Lin Shen's consideration. After all, whenever he practiced any technique according to the proper method, he had never managed to master it anyway.
It did not matter whether it was right or wrong. If he could follow through, he would make a few gestures; if he could not, he would skip it outright. However many forms he could imitate counted for however many forms.
But Lin Shen quickly realized that practicing this way was probably still a problem. There was no telling how many little figure diagrams covered the entire mountain. If he copied their movements one by one, even skipping the parts he could not connect, it would probably take him who knew how many months just to go through them once.
What kind of technique took that long to practice? If it took several months to complete one run-through, was he supposed to eat a bite and use the toilet midway, then come back and keep practicing?
Practicing martial arts required completing it in one unbroken breath. There should not be any technique in the world that could be mastered by practicing a little here and a little there, right?
Besides, imitating the movements took far too much time, and they did not have that much time.
Just as he was about to raise this issue with Old Wei and the others, he suddenly noticed that the three of them were somewhat different from usual.
Wei Wufu sat in the distance, facing Wall Mountain, his gaze taking in all the various images upon it.
As he watched the murals, a strange aura unexpectedly arose around him, making it seem as