Xu Xiaoshou, do you want to learn swordsmanship?"
In the no-man's land of the ancient city, with the gentle sound of the Meisi people settling down, Xu Xiaoshou's extremely eager little soul, who was pushing the sin palace with two super invincible bodyguards, suddenly cooled down.
sword……
Once upon a time, practicing swordsmanship was this body's original dream.
Even after spending three years and working hard, the original owner of this body was able to master the first form of the acquired spiritual skill Baiyun Sword Technique.
In the end, due to a secluded suicide, Xu Xiaoyuan came to the rescue due to a strange combination of circumstances.
He switched to the passive system, and soon drew out "Sword Mastery". From then on, the gods killed gods, and the Buddhas killed Buddhas. The sword intention changed from acquired to innate to master and then to the throne. Everything fell into place. It was as simple as breathing practice.
But all these changes were stuck at a certain point in time. Xu Xiaoshou was already the throne of swordsmanship. He had the richest knowledge base brought by "swordsmanship proficiency" and related to everything about swordsmanship.
But his kendo throne is made of water.
Gu Qing Yi Er San, who was of the same generation, had already mastered one or two of the nine major sword arts and eighteen sword styles, and had mastered all of the Three Thousand Sword Techniques.
But he still knows nothing about ancient sword cultivation.
No matter how rich the theoretical knowledge is, even if it is as vast as the ocean, Xu Xiaoshou can transform the theory into a channel for combat power output, but it is like a small water pipe coming out of the ocean. It trickles, not painful or itchy.
I'm already strong... Before the night battle in Dongtian King City, Mr. Siren had already wanted to accept a disciple, but Xu Xiaoshou was aloof. He thought that he didn't need to be a disciple, and he could rely on Mang skill points to break through the shackles of swordsmanship.
.
Perhaps this cannot be called "noble and noble". Xu Xiaoshou believes that given time, he can indeed achieve all of this.
But the prerequisite for breaking through this shackles of kendo is...
Give it time!
In other words, it takes "time"!
Along the way, he has personally experienced Rao Yaoyao's Red Dust Sword, heard Xiao Kongtong's magnificent description of the nine swordsmanships, and experienced situations that are more dangerous than the last, and enemies that are more powerful than the last. Xu Xiaoshou
In fact, I already had regrets.
"I'm so short of time!"
If not for this, he would not have walked along the road, and soon he had the idea of ​​​​finding the Eight Masters and seriously practicing the ancient swordsmanship.
If not, he wouldn't have rejected Mr. Si Ren once and then said goodbye, wanting to ask for a sword but not daring to ask.
In the Forest of Miracles, the Meisi people have a superb "Sword Elephant" with ten ghost kings under their feet and thousands of swords on their heads worshiping them. What sword cultivator would not be moved by the four realms uniting into one and killing a saint with one sword?
——Xu Xiaoshou was extremely excited!
When he was doing the disappearing technique, he was memorizing it like crazy, wanting to burn those scenes into his heart, and then savor them carefully to see if he could figure out some clues.
If it really doesn’t work, I’ll go find Bazun Shu later and ask him to explain it to me…
...Anyway, such a large backstage is not used in vain.
But Xu Xiaoshou never thought that before he could see the Bazunzi, who always saw the beginning and end of the dragon, Mr. Siren would give him a second chance!
"I……"
Looking at the stone sword handed to him, Xu Xiaoshou blushed, feeling a little ashamed and embarrassed.
This stone sword is so plain and simple!
However, what Xu Xiaoshou saw from above was the most mysterious door in ancient swordsmanship, opening for him a second time! The hand that pushed the door open was not trying to break through the door with all its strength from behind.
On the contrary, he is sitting on the highest throne inside the door. He is the kind of person who can smash the ancient sword practice sword threshold that is unattainable to ordinary people with a casual move, and smash it to the swordsman supreme.
!
However, after all, I refused once... When I was still struggling in my heart, a villain jumped out of my mind, accused and roared with a red face:
"What kind of shame do you have, Xu Xiaoshou! If you don't take this opportunity, you will be the biggest idiot in the Holy God Continent!"
"Is the 'perception' at the throne level useless? Is your brain used to hold water? With such big ears, you can't hear the deliberate teachings of Mr. Mizuto of the Miracle Forest when he strikes the sword? Such big ears
Eyes, you couldn’t see the last moment of the face of the saint, who came out to save you?”
"Don't you know where the last locked position of the pass character is? Don't you know what the meaning behind it is?"
"If the Eight Masters didn't come forward, how could Mr. Jiren have a pass? Can you wait for Mr. Jiren to give him a second chance?"
"And now, the opportunity is right in front of you, and you're still hesitating?!"
In the flash of lightning and flint, his thoughts were completed. Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyes in a daze, and saw Mr. Siren with a gentle smile on the ordinary stone sword.
"think!"
Xu Xiaoshou finally spoke out loudly, giving the most direct thoughts and the most certain answer.
He is so smart that even a half-saint can play tricks with applause. How could he not see that Mr. Jiren is wearing a "password"?
What does it mean to come to the Miracle Forest to save people?
But after all, Xu Xiaoshou still didn't dare to stretch out his hand to pick up the sword.
Mr. Siren gave it to him casually, and he would never be able to take over this inheritance so casually.
"If you want, then take it." Mei Jiren smiled, and the hand holding the sword seemed to have been tempered thousands of times, motionless and still held up.
Xiao Kongtong looked anxiously from one side.
At this moment, how much he wanted to seize Xu Xiaoshou's body, take the stone sword for him, then bow his head, and then throw control of his body back to Xu Xiaoshou himself.
God knows what kind of "cramming" teaching he encountered when he met his teacher Bazun Shu!
In a moment, the teacher at that time forcefully demonstrated the nine swordsmanships, the eighteen sword styles, and the three thousand swordsmanship to this ignorant little kid. The next second, he walked away and ran away with his master's wife.
He didn't care whether the little kid at the time could understand it or not. He sealed all the memories by three times, five and two, allowing people to grow up, accept and learn slowly on their own.
This is how Yiyixiao Kongtong grew up.
It was not until many years later when he grew up, understood everything, and founded his own orphanage "Wanfutang" and named it "Sanyue Fairy City" that he saw his teacher for the second time.
It was on this second side that he received the second instruction on the way of swordsmanship, and then realized the "Incarnation of Sword Thoughts".
Therefore, having such a "crazy" sword practice experience, Xiao Kongtong understands even more...
How impossible it is to expect a "prodigal" like Sensei Bazunsui to teach swordsmanship; and how rare it is to meet a true "sir" like Mei Siren!
He doesn't understand.
I don’t know what Xu Xiaoshou is thinking at this time.
If it were him, he wouldn't have to think about it at all, just take the sword and bow to him, accepting the title of master!
However, everyone's circumstances are different. Xu Xiaoshou didn't know what Xiao Kongtong was thinking, and it was completely out of his mind. At this moment, his mind was filled with countless ripples of thoughts because of Mr. Jiren's words.
Think about it, then go on... How can it be so simple?
This kind of unprepared "battle" caught Xu Xiaoshou off guard. He could only count them one by one and smooth out his thoughts that became messy and knitted into threads because of this sentence. "Why is Mr. Siren willing?"
Give me a second chance, Bazunzhen should not be able to invite him...
"I already have a master, but Mr. Sang didn't rescue me yet. If he were here, would he agree to let me have another master..."
"Come here with a Chinese character and want to teach me how to use the sword. Is there any deeper meaning in this? Could it be that Bazunzi wants to mess with me again? What kind of trick is he doing..."
Chaotic thoughts, all kinds, all kinds, and even without a fixed direction.
But the next second, when Xu Xiaoshou's gaze was fixed and he saw Mr. Siren's sincere, bright, spotless, pure and transparent eyes, the scattered thoughts in his mind exploded like fireworks, all disappearing in the last moment.
nothingness.
In front of me, there is only a stone sword that is still waiting, and a smiling teacher...
At this moment, the hundred thousand whys in my mind disappeared, and everything was reduced to the last thought:
"Xu Xiaoshou, if you don't pick up the sword, how long are you going to wait for Mr. Master to lift it? Do your hands get sore when you lift it? What a face you have! Is it possible that the swordsman still wants to beg you to learn the sword?"
Click.
Xu Xiaoshou hurriedly stepped forward, held it with both hands, and took the stone sword from Mr. Siren's hand.
This sword is simple and unremarkable. It is obviously very light in weight, but it feels as heavy as a stone. It weighs heavily on Xu Xiaoshou's mouth, which can usually speak like a lotus flower, and he can't say a complete sentence for a long time.
talk.
"I……"
After holding it in for a while, my face turned red. All the messy thoughts in my mind had answers after I took the sword. There was no need to ask again.
I think.
Mr. Siren is also willing to teach.
Isn't this the best result? Why consider anything else?
Holding the stone sword, Xu Xiaoshou could only hold back one sentence:
"I, my understanding is very poor. I have practiced the 'White Cloud Sword Technique' for three years, but in the end I only mastered the first move. If Mr. Sir wants to teach me, I must be mentally prepared..."
To be continued...