"How to help?" Shili Changkong asked lightly without questioning.

"I have a book called "The Sword of the Heavenly Sword" practiced by Emperor Yin Tian, ​​and "The Sword Formation of the Three Talents" left by Emperor Sancai," Xu Zimo said slowly.

The current state of Shili Changkong is that he lacks experience and has no reference to the path left by his predecessors.

Don’t think that Xu Zimo can tell several emperor skills at will, but in fact, the preciousness of these skills is unimaginable.

At least in a state like Shili Changkong, I have never been exposed to the Emperor's martial arts.

This is in line with the old saying, it is better to be a good birth than to work hard for ten years.

…………………

"What are the conditions?" Shili Changkong naturally knew that there was no free lunch in this world.

"I am going to form a force and want to ask you to manage it," said Xu Zimo.

"Impossible, I won't be your subordinate," Shili Changkong shook his head firmly, "My kendo is moving forward. If I really let me live under someone else's roof, my heart cannot be smooth, so how can I talk about the path of kendo?"

"Swordsman should have a sharp edge that is rather than till the sheath, but also the restraint when he returns to the sheath," Xu Zimo said with a smile: "Just like being a human being, sometimes you have to stand up your chest and sometimes you have to laugh."

Looking at the thoughtful eyes of Shili Changkong, Xu Zimo continued: "Maybe some people's martial arts are really brave and never retreat.

Just like the former Three-Sword Emperor, he went to an extreme, and for him, there was no defense at all.

Even if he is defeated by someone else's sword, he will never retreat, and his sword is never timid.

But you are definitely not an extreme person like the Three-Sword Emperor, otherwise you would not have hid in this small village and would have been willing to be a blacksmith.

Your sword should move forward and retreat freely. When it is unsheathed, it will have the sharpness of breaking the sky. When it is returned to the sheath, it should keep a low profile and return to the ordinary."

Hearing Xu Zimo's words, Shili Changkong's heart was a little shaken, and he pondered for a long time.

I felt like I had caught something, but I seemed to be even more confused.

…………………

"I will leave tomorrow. You can seize the opportunity yourself. For me, a warrior in the supreme meridian realm is not too scarce. He just happened to pass by here and cherish his talent." Xu Zimo stood up and slowly walked towards the house he lived in.

“But for you, this kind of opportunity is not something that is often there.

Even if someone can come up with the Emperor's martial arts, it may not be more suitable for you than my two books."

…………………

Looking at Xu Zimo's back as he was leaving, his brows frowned deeper and he lowered his head and pondered for a long time.

Late at night, Shilichang stood up firmly, picked up the iron sword he had just made, and walked towards the village step by step.

The strong wind blew up the dust in the sky, and his figure gradually disappeared into the wind. The sword master who was so thunderous back then seemed to be back.

…………………

I was speechless all night. Early the next morning, the sun shone quietly. Xu Zimo practiced all night and felt full of energy.

"It's so strange that nothing happened last night," Feng Buyu said.

"You also hope we are in danger," Xu Zimo replied with a smile.

He stretched and walked out of the house with everyone.

As soon as they walked out of the house, everyone felt something was wrong.

Quiet, too quiet, the entire Baihuang Village fell into a deadly silence.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

Feng Buyu kicked open the doors of the houses on both sides of the street, and a particularly choking smell of blood came out from it.

All the villagers were actually killed while they were sleeping last night, including the village chief Wang Tao, who received everyone last night, who was also lying in a pool of blood on the bed.

"Everyone is dead," Feng Buyu said in silence.

"I finally know something is wrong," Xiao Yu shouted from the side: "Since we came here last night, we have never seen an old man, a child or a woman. All the villagers in this village are young and strong men."

When everyone heard Xiao Yu's words, they also reacted.

"These people are definitely not ordinary villagers," Feng Buyu frowned and thought, "but who killed them again?"

"Ten miles away, it seems you have made a choice," Xu Zimo looked calm throughout the whole process.

Even if I saw the entire village being slaughtered, I was not surprised at all.

He drew a bucket of water in the well in the village and then washed himself.

"Junior Brother Zimo, do you know something?" Feng Buyu asked in confusion.

He felt that Xu Zimo was too dull, and even though he saw so many people dying, he did not frown.

"It doesn't matter what you do when you are confused about these things, and it doesn't make sense," Xu Zimo smiled and shook his head, then walked out of the village.

"Hurry up early and try to arrive at Tianjian City by noon."

…………………

Several of them had their own thoughts and rode a flying horse slowly towards the outside of the village.

When he was about to reach the entrance of the village, a man suddenly ran out of the house next to him.

"Save, save me," the man was seriously injured, and he kept vomiting blood in his mouth, and was already dying.

Xu Zimo walked off the horse and slowly came to the man, looked at the man's begging eyes, then picked up the scimitar behind him and dominated the shadow.

The man's body was divided into one knife.

The man's eyes were still praying before his death.

…………

Feng Buyu, who was standing beside him, wanted to say something, but opened his mouth and finally fell silent.

He felt that Xu Zimo was too cold-blooded. If he saved the man at this time, he might know who slaughtered the village.

Xu Zimo killed the only survivor and the clues were cut off.

Or are these villagers killed by Xu Zimo?

But Xu Zimo had been in the room last night and had never been out.

…………

Xu Zimo looked at Ba Ying who had been drinking blood for the first time and inserted it into the scabbard.

Then he rode a flying horse and ran out of the village quickly.

Not only Guang Feng Buyu can't understand it, but even Xiao Yu and Tang Huaiyuan were also confused.

Hei Shisan followed Xu Zimo quietly, and he didn't care about these things.

His duty is only to protect Xu Zimo's safety.

Lin Ruhu was still in front of the melon-eating crowd, and this guy was also a big heart.

I absolutely believe in Xu Zimo. In his opinion, no matter what Xu Zimo does, it makes sense.

He will naturally tell him what he wants to say, and he will not ask if he doesn't want to say it.

…………………

As soon as the few people left Baihuang Village, they saw a famous man waiting in front of them early.

Ten miles away, wearing white clothes and riding on the cracked brown horse, with a golden sword hanging around his waist.

With black hair behind her, her eyes were like sharp swords, and their sharpness was hard to stop, making people dare not look directly at it. It looked quite graceful and graceful from a distance.

"The people in this village are all robbers," Shili Changkong explained lightly.
Chapter completed!