"What did the master who practices swordsmanship look like in his lifetime? Then what is your real identity? Don't have a name?" Wuqi asked in confusion.

The old man folded his hands together, bowed, and replied respectfully: "Report to the master. My identity has been told to the master before. It is just a memory, and as for the name, it has not been."

"Don't have a name?" Wuqi looked at the old man with some disbelief and curled his lips, "You fooled me again? If you don't have a name, then why did your former master call you?"

"I dare not deceive my master. My former master never called me to show up, nor did I talk to me. I just used my thoughts to command me to act according to his wishes." The old man bent down again, and his eyes were clear and there was no sign of lies.

Seeing that the old man answered himself without thinking, and there was no pause in his tone, Wuqi nodded in his belief and said in his heart: It seems that this old man has not lie to me. He is indeed a memory. However, the former owner of the Ancient Scroll was really arrogant and unreasonable. Although it was just a memory, you can't even give the other party a name. Every time you use your mind to let the other party do things according to your own wishes. What's the difference between this and driving a slave? It's too inhumane. The master said that you should be kind to do things and be humane in everything, and I can't do this.

Wuqi's thought moved, and he said lightly: "Since you don't even have a name, it will be inconvenient for me to look for you again in the future. Let's do this, I'll get one for you."

When the old man with white hair heard this, his face suddenly became happy, and he looked at Wuqi with gratitude and smiled: "Thank you for your name. I hope your master will give you a good name!"

"Yeah!" Wuqi nodded with satisfaction. The reason why he felt satisfied now was entirely because he believed that the old man said it was true. If the old man had expressed such a friendly and respectful attitude to him before he was not clear about the other person's strength and his identity, he would not be very happy, but would be vigilant. The closer the old man was to him, the stronger his vigilance and vigilance would be. After all, Wuqi had just experienced a sneak attack by a monster not long ago. If he hadn't been shining with his lucky stars and had the luck to be safe in the most critical situation, he would have long known how many times he had died, so he would have no time to chat with the old man.

But it's different now. Since Wuqi believed what the old man said, his attitude towards the old man was no longer resistant and enjoyed it very much. He even fell in love with this kind of superiority and respectful feeling. He pondered in his heart: Looking at the way this memory is reflected, his previous master should be very different from our era. What name should be given to him? Xiaobai? No, this name is too awkward. Laobai? It's too old-fashioned. Why not call him an immortal? Or is it not appropriate.

A full 5 minutes passed, but Wuqi still didn't speak. During these 5 minutes, Wuqi's eyes changed rapidly, and his head moved back and forth without stopping for a moment. He looked to the left, then to the right, then looked up to meditate, then lowered his head and sighed, then smiled and nodded, and then shook his head in dissatisfaction.

"Master! If this name is too difficult to get, it's fine. Please don't work too much for me." After another 5 minutes, the old man saw that Wuqi's face was always gloomy and seemed to be very embarrassed, and finally said unbearable.

"Ah!?" But when he opened his mouth, he directly pulled Wuqi back to reality from his self-intoxication. Wuqi's face was stunned. After he carefully recalled the old man's words, he said embarrassedly: "It's indeed a bit difficult. I have a little knowledge. I think a lot of names and feel that they don't match your appearance. Since you want to name you, you can't just pick them randomly. You have to have a nice and suitable name. Are you right?"

"Yes!" the old man with white hair nodded slightly and said respectfully: "The master's words make sense. But just now I saw that the master made his mind swell in order to name me. I think he should not take this name. The master is just like my previous master, calling me with his thoughts and commanding me to act. There is no need to worry so much."

"Stop!" After hearing the words of the old man with white hair, Wuqi's little face suddenly turned red. He glared at the other party with anger and said angrily: "I have said that I will name you and I will name you. Although I am not old, my master has taught me to be kind and do things with humanity. Although you are not a human being, I have regarded you as a kind of person. I will definitely give you a good name for this name. Don't mention rejection anymore."

"yes."

"That's right." Seeing that the old man with white hair was respectful to him and did not dare to say anything again, Wuqi nodded with satisfaction, his expression slowed down, and his voice was plain: "By the way. You said you are a memory, so can you tell me first what type of memory you are? What have you remembered?"

The old man with white hair was very frightened by Wuqi's previous lesson and dared not say anything. He continued to keep his head down and folded his hands together. Wuqi looked at him impatiently and said quietly: "Why don't you say it again? Just say it, what are you afraid of? I'm not a tiger, and I won't eat you."

As soon as Wuqi said this, the white-haired old man looked up submissively and said slowly: "Report to the master, I am the memory of the gods who practice swordsmanship."

"Sword Tao? God's Memory?" Wuqi looked at the white-haired old man with some confusion and asked in a low voice: "What is this sword Tao? Is it related to sword skills? And what is your God's Memory?"

When the old man with white hair heard this, his face suddenly became happy, and his eyes showed a strong sense of pride. He slowly straightened his back and said proudly: "Report to the master. This sword art is to enter the Tao with sword art. That is, by constantly practicing sword art, letting sword art continue to improve, reach the realm of transcending mortals, and then using this to understand the way of heaven, and finally reach the path of cultivation to become an immortal and turn into a god."

Wu Qi nodded slightly when he heard this, and the old man with white hair continued, "As for this god's memory, it is actually a kind of memory. However, this memory is all the memory of a mortal after he practiced from a human to a god, including the perception of heaven and earth, the enlightenment of the way of heaven, the diligent method of various skills, and the method of how to break through the bottleneck and enter the next level of realm."

"So, in terms of swordsmanship, you are a collection of all methods?" Wuqi asked subconsciously.

“That’s right.”

"Then why don't you call it a swordsman memory, but a god memory?" Wuqi lowered his head and thought about it carefully, and he asked in confusion.

"Report to the master. This question is too complicated and difficult to understand. I can give an example."

"Okay. You said." Wuqi nodded and said softly,

"If the master wants to practice swordsmanship, then he only needs to practice step by step according to the memory of the gods in my body, and he will definitely reach the realm of becoming a god in the end."

"God?" Wuqi looked at the white-haired old man with some confusion and asked with a strange look on his face: "Is God more powerful than the peak powerhouse of the Holy Realm?"

"Hahahaha!" The old man with white hair has been respectful to Wuqi since he appeared between the swordsmanship. However, as soon as Wuqi asked what he said just now, the respectful look on the old man's face suddenly disappeared, and a big dimples suddenly appeared on his old face. He actually laughed happily. Although the laughter was thick, there was no sign of ridicule. Wuqi just felt a little red, and he said awkwardly: "What's wrong? Is it that God is even more powerful than the strong people in the Holy Realm?"

"Yes. And it's not just awesome. It's completely higher than the level." The old man with white hair stopped laughing when he heard Wuqi's question and replied respectfully again.

"Then... how much strength is it higher than one level?" Wuqi asked with some disbelief. He had never seen this peak powerhouse in the Holy Realm, but he had experienced the strength of the master-level peak powerhouse in person. Sakai's ultimate move, the Fire Dragon Slash, was almost killed by the heat wave of his ultimate move. The powerhouse of the Sakai's peak powerhouse in the Sakai was even more terrifying. From Sakai's appearance of respect for Abel, Wuqi could imagine that the strength of this sword saint would be killed immediately as long as he moved his finger. The strength of Abel, the peak powerhouse in the Sakai was evident. Wuqi could not imagine what the strength was like at one level higher than the sword saint Abel, so he was very unbelievable. He even thought that the old man in front of him thought he was easy to talk to. After chatting with him for a few words, he began to get close and fool himself.

That's why he asked this on purpose, in fact, he just wanted to try whether the old man was joking. As long as he was talking nonsense just now, after listening to his question, he would immediately show a thoughtful look on his face, and even a hint of panic. But after listening to Wuqi's question, the white-haired old man's expression did not change at all, but said without thinking: "Report to the master. The strength of this god is like the strength of an elephant and an ant. The strong man from the holy realm encounters a god, just like an ant encounters an elephant, which is insignificant. Of course, the strong man from the holy realm cannot detect the existence of a god, because they can't feel where the god is, nor can they see the god look like."

The tone of the white-haired old man was very plain, but his words were heard in Wuqi's ears, like a bolt suddenly appeared in the sky. With a "boom", it suddenly exploded in his mind, making Wuqi's body tremble like a sudden electric shock. He looked at the old man with a rippling heart and asked word by word: "Is it really...is that powerful?"

The white-haired old man smiled again, but this time he did not make any sound. Instead, he looked at Wuqi silently and nodded silently.
Chapter completed!