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Deep in the bamboo forest in the back mountain, there are dense bamboo trees and green shade everywhere. Except for the occasional bird song, there is no sound at all.

Although it is autumn, the bamboos growing in the mountains do not turn yellow and wither like most trees.

A few hours later, Mu Taoist had walked along the road in the bamboo forest dozens of times. Every time he took a step, he felt a little more sad in his heart.

Something that was beyond his expectation but within reason did indeed happen. Zhong Wugu was not waiting in the bamboo forest, playing chess with him while drinking and talking, as he imagined.

After walking around for another circle, he returned to an open space in the middle of the bamboo forest. There were "stone tables" and "stone chairs" with irregular shapes placed in the open space. There were nineteen vertical and horizontal carvings on the "stone tables".

So, Zhong Wugu found out the news about Shi He's rebellion and left in a hurry, drawing a clear line with himself?

Mu Taoist's heart suddenly fell into infinite sadness. Regardless of Shi He who suffered self-inflicted injuries, does he still have a friend he can trust in the world?

In the confusion caused by pain, Mu Tao Ren seemed to have forgotten the reason why he came here, the changes that happened today, everyone he knew, and his own martial arts inner strength.

He was like an ordinary person with no knowledge of martial arts, standing in front of the "stone table" with empty steps and nothingness in his mind.

There was no wind around, and the rustling of bamboo leaves also stopped.

Dead silence, deathly silence, silence where you can only hear the sound of your own heartbeat.

Until the sound of "clan" and the sound of the sword being unsheathed broke it.

Mu Taoren held the sword in his hand, his eyes were dazzled, his wrist suddenly turned, and the blade of the sword also turned, just like the movements of Shi He's hand for several hours.

But the sharp sword in his hand did not cut his face, but slashed diagonally on the surface of the "stone table" in front of him, leaving a sword mark more than a foot deep on it.<

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The "Stone Table" was struck by such a strong force and suddenly flipped out of the soil. It rolled several times before stopping.

Zhao Qing, who was floating lightly on the bamboo branches seven or eight feet away, stared at this scene, with thousands of thoughts in his heart, and countless novel ideas appeared and disappeared.

Because, observing from multiple angles at the same time, she knew very well that when Mu Taoist used this sword, he had no concept of using his true energy and performing martial arts.

At that moment, his spirit turned from virtual reality into his own true energy, which was transmitted into the long sword in his hand and cut out this sword mark.

Therefore, when the spirit and the true energy reach the "extreme virtuality" at the same time, and the resonance between them is generated, this should be the key to the transformation of the "virtual reality" between the two?

Zhao Qing closed her eyes, and all Mu Taoist's emotions at this time were transferred into her mind, but they disappeared after a few moments.
Chapter completed!