Wang Mo enjoyed the pleasure brought to him by his soul power, which was even more enjoyable than the four great joys in life. His body gradually became stronger and he regained his former self-confidence. The soul power allowed his body to gradually move,

Finally I can sit up and look at the yard.

"One hundred thousand soul power..." Wang Mo could clearly feel the strength of his body's soul power. Although it was only at the level of one hundred thousand, no matter how small a mosquito was, it was still flesh. He stood up with a smile and walked towards the hut.

, I was about to go in and take a look at the mysterious old man. Suddenly I seemed to feel something strange, and I stood there shaking my body back and forth.

"Why can't I stop absorbing soul power?" Wang Mo has no way to stop absorbing on his own, like a balloon that is forced to inflate. If he keeps absorbing soul power like this, he will probably explode and die soon. Thinking of this, Wang Mo just said

All the joy was gone, and he began to try to stop absorbing soul power.

"It's already two hundred thousand, is he a monster? Nothing is wrong!" The old man saw Wang Mo clearly, and he was extremely shocked and surprised at the same time, "A hunter whose soul power has been knocked away can no longer have a soul.

However, this guy did it. And he absorbed hundreds of thousands of soul power at once, which is equivalent to running a marathon after recovering from a serious illness. The key is that he did it."

Wang Mo didn't have the old man's sense of surprise. Now he only had a sense of fear and fear. His soul power had been replenished to 300,000, and all parts of his body had turned into balloons. If he was hit by an external force, he would immediately complete the mission of a bomb and be in the original place.

The ground explodes!

After his physical efforts failed, Wang Mo calmed down again and entered meditation. The picture in his mind appeared again, and sure enough, countless soul powers poured in crazily. He began to sense the state of the body in the picture and tried to close the connection between the body and the outside world.

Interrupted soul power poured in crazily.

"Learn to control the movement of soul power in the body, complete full control of the body, and try to close the connection between the body and the outside world..." Wang Mo's mind became clearer in the panic, and he tried one by one according to his ideas.

The first step is the most difficult. You need to control hundreds of thousands of souls in the whole body. The direction of each one must be clear, just like controlling an army of hundreds of thousands. Then regain control of the body, and everything can be

It is mobilized very precisely. The last step is the coordination of the first two steps, trying to close the body to absorb the soul power, or absorb the soul power in a controlled manner.

But by the time he finished all this, his body's soul power had reached half a million. Wang Mo's body had completely turned into a balloon, almost transparent. A leaf passing by could make him disappear into ashes.

"Hey, let's help him. It's a pity to waste a seedling!" The old man stood up and took a step to Wang Mo's side outside the hospital. As soon as he raised his right hand, Wang Mo's body changed.

Wang Mo successfully controlled the absorption of soul power, and his body was quickly absorbing half a million soul power. His body returned to its original shape at a speed visible to the naked eye, and three hours later he became the strong man again. He jumped up from the ground.

Move your body and feel like everything is back under control.

"Thank you, old man, for saving my life." Wang Mo bowed to the ground in front of the old man, and then began to ask curiously, "Who are you? Why do you know my identity as an outsider? Here and that..."

"Young people have so many questions. I can only answer one question. Which one should I choose?" The old man thought, holding his cheek, and Wang Mo, who was in a hurry, suddenly thought about it and said directly, "The old man is Sima Wei.

, some people also call me Mr. Shui Jing, you must have heard of it, right?"

"Mr. Shui Jing?" Wang Mo searched through the limited historical knowledge in his brain, and a mysterious string of unofficial information appeared. "Mr. Shui Jing recommended Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Chick to Liu Bei, and the two legends are still him."

It is said that he had eight disciples in total, namely Yuan Fang, Xun Yu, Jia Xu, Guo Jia, Zhou Yu, Pang Tong, and Zhuge Liang. The eighth disciple is only a legend and his identity has not been clearly stated."

"The Three Kingdoms period was your family affair. Almost all the famous counselors were your students..." Wang Mo looked at Sima Wei with gleaming eyes and felt the urge to go up and kiss him. At this point, the puzzle in his mind became even more complicated.

More, what exactly is the fog of war? Why can a fake Sima Wei in the projection know so many things?

"That's all lies. In fact, I don't have that many students..." Sima Wei's words frightened Wang Mo. The old man looked at Wang Mo while stroking his beard, "Every time you complete a training, I can give you

I want to know the answer. After completing all five tasks, you will be able to leave here."

"Has the first mission been completed? What is the second mission?" Wang Mo stared longingly and looked at Sima Wei in front of him. Although he had many questions, he was even more eager to leave here. After all, he did not belong to

here.

"Is the sword a dead thing or a living thing? Is the weapon alive? Your second task is this. Come to me after you think about it clearly. Remember not to talk nonsense, but to have methods and means to prove it." Sima Wei said.

After finishing walking into the house, he finally gave a strict order, "You can walk around here as you like, but don't enter my house, and don't enter the sealed cave."

"Yes!" Wang Mo agreed respectfully and watched Sima Wei walk into the house. He drew out the only remaining formation sword, but he was thinking about things outside, "I wonder what's going on in the Twin Cities?

How is the world of Battle of Chibi? After all, a year has passed."

Wang Mo did not rush to find the answer, but walked out of the small courtyard. Outside there was a peach forest full of flowers, and a clear stream where fish could be seen swimming. Wherever he went, he could see a beautiful scenery.

, this scenery is all natural scenery, definitely not the artificially constructed one.

"Is this it?" I saw a dark cave outside, closed by a red painted door, with a long sword hanging on it. It looked very mysterious. Although Wang Mo really wanted to know the answer, he still

Heeding Sima Wei's warning, he took a few glances and left.

Wang Mo wandered around in the forest and took note of a few key sights. After walking through all possible paths, he found that those sights appeared again. There was no exit or entrance at all, it was just a circular maze. Only

It can keep going in circles, and it is impossible to get out from here.

"There's nothing more to think about. Let's see how to understand the second question." Wang Mo sat cross-legged on a bluestone mountain by the river, watching the fish jumping happily in the water. He put the simple formation sword on his lap.

, recalling the question asked by someone, "Is a sword a dead thing or a living thing? Are weapons alive?"

Wang Mo naturally thought, "Swords and weapons are made of materials. They are synthetic metal products at most. How can they be alive?"

Touching the body of the long sword, the soul power flowed delicately through every part of the sword body with his hand. But the answer Wang Mo got was metal, just an ordinary long sword. The sword would not respond to him, nor would it.

There is a feeling of heartbeat. But if you give this answer to Sima Wei, it will probably be wrong. Do swords really have life? Where does their life come from?

"Buzz!" The clueless Wang Mo's long sword filled with soul power began to dance casually by the river. He didn't know any set of sword techniques at all, and all he knew were extremely fast killing techniques. So the dance was not pretty.

On the contrary, it looks a bit clumsy. He is not doing this for practice, but to experience it in a different way.

But after the dance ended, Wang Mo still gained nothing. He inserted the sword into the ground angrily and watched the hilt vibrate. The frustration and anger caused by having no clue made him want to destroy the long sword in front of him. This

Just like the more useless a person is, the greater the temper may be because these people simply cannot control themselves and everything around them.

"Then let's use an advanced method. I am a powerful person who can draw inferences from one instance..." Wang Mo took a deep breath and praised himself shamelessly. Then he closed his eyes and started to dance the sword in his hand based on his feeling.

At the same time, the picture in my mind is also moving, and the movements are exactly the same as those outside.

It would be wrong to think that Wang Mo danced the sword outside and followed it in his mind. Wang Mo used his mind as the driving force to mobilize various parts of his body to complete the sword dancing movements of his external body. The brain is like a control center.

There is a simple execution unit outside. It looks very clumsy at first, but after a while it becomes smooth and flowing, and it is out of control, and the sword dance never stops.

"The inner world was sketched too fast, unexpectedly fast. I hope I didn't make a mistake this time!" Sima Wei's eyes flashed in the room, and then he slowly closed his eyes again.

Wang Mo seemed to have opened a new world. Although he closed his eyes, he felt that he was in control of everything around him. Even the soul power swimming around was under control. He could use these soul powers while walking with the sword to deal heavy blows to the enemy.

Combat and perception have improved to another level, and the understanding of swords and weapons has also improved.

"The sword is alive. It can give you a timely response and allow you to connect with the sword, so that the battle can be under control." Wang Mo came to this conclusion in his heart, but the sword dance did not stop. In his mind and outside

His body was still dancing with the sword, and he was immersed in this wonderful feeling.

As the time of dancing together inside and outside grew longer, Wang Mo rejected the first answer and began to doubt whether the sword or weapon was alive. In order to find the correct answer, he danced with the sword for another three months.

The long sword thrust was accompanied by the sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring. The sword body seemed to contain Wang Mo's consciousness. The sword was almost dancing by itself without Wang Mo's control. But suddenly the long sword came out of his hand, firmly

Implanted on that piece of bluestone, the sword dance stopped.

"Buzz!" Wang Mo watched the sword vibrate in the Bluestone Mountain, and the communication between his mind ended, and the wonderful feeling disappeared.

"We have the answer, and it may be different from what we knew at first!" Wang Mo walked over in a down-to-earth manner, pulled out the long sword from the rock and returned it to the scabbard. He turned back to the small courtyard and said respectfully to the room, "I

I have got the answer to the second question, please come out and see Mr. Sima Wei."

"Are the weapons alive?" Sima Wei walked out of the door and asked, stroking his white beard.

Wang Mo shook his head after hearing this and did not answer.

Sima Wei then asked, "That weapon is a dead thing."

Wang Mo shook his head again, but still did not respond.
Chapter completed!