This is the 149th year of the New Calendar. At the beginning of the year, the breeze has already brought a touch of warmth. This year is just an extremely ordinary year. However, the birth of certain people and the occurrence of certain things are destined to
Starting from this year, the world has become a little different. The slight chill mixed with it, even on the top of the mountain, every time when night falls, a thin layer of water will condense in the small puddles.
of crushed ice.
Even so, there is still an endless stream of people coming up to the mountain to worship. After all, the Xiaoyao sect of the Chu Kingdom, the Xiaoyao sect, is located on Xiaoyao Mountain. Even the most ordinary disciple of the Xiaoyao sect is definitely not someone who can be provoked by earthly people.
Joining a sect means you are noble. This has been a rule set by the Chu State for decades.
Now is not the season for the Xiaoyao Sect to open its doors to accept disciples, but there are still many young people under the leadership of their elders who hope to try their luck at the mountain gate. Even if they can get a job as a handyman, it will be great.
As the state-protecting sect of the Chu State, the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect are naturally the most talented in the country. This is undisputed. What's more, now there is a monster like Li Yuanji!
That is the hope of the Xiaoyao Sect and even the entire Chu State in the next few decades.
"When you enter the mountain gate in a while, you must understand the rules, follow etiquette, and don't play tricks. If you fail, you won't be able to have dinner today!"
At this moment, the genius was just beginning to shine. At the foot of Xiaoyao Mountain, an old man with a solemn face was leading his little grandson, who was no more than twelve or thirteen years old, and was instructing him all the way. He was afraid that this little kid who had been spoiled by him would cause trouble for no reason.
If something happens, it will only cause ridicule.
A chubby little boy next to him was pouting dissatisfied. He didn't understand why his grandfather had become so strict today. The good mood that he thought he was going out for fun suddenly disappeared, so he had to kick the stones on the roadside angrily.
.
"Well, as you can see, if you don't behave well today, you will be like that little guy and have no choice but to leave in despair and completely cut off the hope of my old Wang family!"
The old man was obviously very dissatisfied with his grandson's attitude. He happened to see a ragged child who looked like a beggar walking down Xiaoyao Mountain. He couldn't help but raise his finger and point in that direction, earnestly pointing out this "negative" for his grandson.
Textbook".
This time, the little boy was shocked. He stared at the little beggar walking out of Xiaoyao Mountain with some fear in his heart.
"Could it be that if you don't behave well, you will become like this? This is simply terrible. I don't want to be like him!"
The child's heart was still extremely simple, and he didn't care about getting used to the stones on the roadside. Instead, he stretched out his hand cautiously and straightened the corner of his clothes. His face was full of awe, and he looked at Xiaoyao Mountain not far away.
It's like looking at a ferocious beast.
"Yes, my grandson knows!"
The old man nodded with satisfaction, thinking that the beggar boy had appeared just in time. With a relieved smile, he led his grandson forward without giving the boy another look.
The boy was naturally Mo Wentian, who had just hurried down the mountain according to the route designated by Qiuqiu. Seeing this strange scene, Mo Wentian pursed his lips, only curious about what the grandfather and grandson were pointing at him, but he didn't show any signs of it.
He didn't know that he had turned out to be a counterexample to the old man's preaching. At this moment, he just breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
"Finally out!"
According to what Qiuqiu said, after leaving Xiaoyao Mountain, Mo Wentian only had to walk along the road for another two hours before he could see a small village closest to Xiaoyao Mountain, called Jingji Village, where Qiuqiu often purchased goods.
A place for ingredients.
Because of the long journey, Mo Wentian felt that he was about to collapse. The remaining half of the sweet potato in his arms had already been sacrificed to the Five Zang Temple. Fortunately, he never encountered any disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect along the way.
I haven't seen any dangerous beasts, everything has been smooth sailing for once, and now, hope is ahead.
At this moment, Mo Wentian only had one thought in his mind: to arrive at Thorn Village, get some food, have a good meal, and then find a place to have a good sleep. He continued to fight against death. No matter how tough Mo Wentian was,
I almost couldn't hold it any longer.
Not long after, Mo Wentian finally ushered in the pre-dawn light. With an almost pious heart, Mo Wentian saw the entrance of Jingji Village. Unfortunately, before he had time to wait for steaming food and comfortable beds, Mo Wentian arrived.
His feet gave way and he fell to the ground, completely losing consciousness.
When Mo Wentian opened his eyes again, a simple wooden house appeared in his field of vision. The light was dim. If Mo Wentian hadn't felt that he was lying on a hard wooden bed, he might have thought that
He returned to that despairing knife-hiding room again.
"Did someone save me?"
The hoarse voice startled Mo Wentian himself, but he didn't get any response. With some effort, he pushed his body up. Mo Wentian saw beside his bed, a simple broken wooden stool and a bowl.
The broken rice porridge was placed on the wooden bench, making Mo Wentian's eyes shine.
With a grateful heart, Mo Wentian didn't look like a physically exhausted young man. He turned over and sat up from the bed. Then with one hand, he took the white porcelain bowl filled with rice porridge into his hand, and then
After devouring the food, he licked the bottom of the bowl three times before reluctantly putting down the empty bowl.
"Finally, alive!"
At this moment, Mo Wentian filled his stomach slightly, and then he truly felt the joy of the rest of his life. This feeling was not unfamiliar to Mo Wentian. In his previous life, almost every time after asking for food, Mo Wentian would
I have this feeling.
Suddenly, Mo Wentian seemed to have remembered something, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he began to rummage on the wooden bed. After a while, Mo Wentian jumped up from the bed, his eyes quickly scanning the room, and he breathed rapidly.
echoed in the house.
"No...still not...!"
Ignoring the weakness in his feet, Mo Wentian stumbled and threw himself directly to the door. He twisted his body and fell out of the door.
"Bang!"
Mo Wentian only felt his eyes go dark, but he did not feel the hard and cold ground as expected. Instead, he was caught by a ball of softness. After being stunned for a moment, Mo Wentian raised his eyes and saw a
The sturdy aunt was holding him tightly in her arms with a surprised look on her face.
"Huh? Are you awake?"
Mo Wentian blushed deeply and immediately guessed that this person might be his savior. He immediately broke away from the other person's arms and bowed deeply.
"Ah, this can't be done, it can't be done!"
Before Mo Wentian could express his thanks, a hint of panic appeared on the aunt's face, and she quickly stretched out her hand to pull Mo Wentian up. When Mo Wentian stood up again, she showed an honest smile.
"My lord, we are just ordinary farmers, we cannot compare to warriors like you. As long as you don't mind my family being shabby, it's fine, but it's not worth such a big gift."
Mo Wentian looked at the reserved appearance of this tough-looking aunt, and felt deeply in his heart. In his previous life, as the humblest beggar, how had he ever experienced the feeling of being respected? But now, at a young age, he can
The reason why the savior is so respected is simply because of his status as a warrior!
On the Eastern Barren Continent, warriors are considered noble, and their status is very different from that of ordinary people. Even the secular emperors are in awe of those in the sect. This situation has continued on the Eastern Barren Continent.
Over hundreds of years, the concept of differential treatment between warriors and ordinary people has become deeply ingrained in everyone's minds and is taken for granted.
At this moment, Mo Wentian finally felt deeply the preferential treatment he received from being a warrior.
He stepped forward and gave the aunt a hug. Still under the shock of this ordinary peasant woman, Mo Wentian thanked her deeply without showing any arrogance as a warrior.
"The grace of saving my life is greater than that of heaven. Auntie, you deserve this honor. Also, don't call me 'little master' anymore. My name is Mo Wentian. You can just call me Wentian."
Perhaps because of Mo Wentian's resolute attitude, the aunt hesitated for a long time, and finally accepted Mo Wentian's thanks uneasily. But at the same time, because of her nervousness, she didn't know where to put her rough hands, which was just a little embarrassing.
Rubbing the wide apron in front of her.
"Okay, okay, ask, ask God, warriors like you are rare nowadays. People in the village call me Aunt Bai. Oh, by the way, you must be starving after sleeping all day and night. I
Let’s go get something to eat.”
After saying that, Aunt Bai hurriedly threw off her arms, turned around her strong waist, and left as if fleeing. Mo Wentian had a wry smile on his face, and before he could tell Aunt Bai that he had already drank a bowl of porridge, he
I saw Aunt Bai walking away all the way.
"It seems that it is difficult to eliminate the awe of ordinary people towards warriors..."
Mo Wentian sighed, but fortunately, Aunt Bai is not as frightened as before. Otherwise, Mo Wentian would be a little unacceptable if he said "adult" and "you" every time.
According to Aunt Bai, Mo Wentian had been unconscious for a whole day and night. Now that the sky was getting brighter, Mo Wentian had the opportunity to look at the back of his right hand for the first time.
On the back of Mo Wentian's right hand, there were three bright red blood marks.
This was not the skin trauma Mo Wentian suffered in the knife room. Those wounds caused by the broken blades had healed as before when Mo Wentian gained inexplicable internal power, leaving only traces on the chest and abdomen.
There was an ugly scar on the back of his hand, so the blood mark on the back of his hand was not an injury sustained by Mo Wentian.
These three bloodstains are the symbol of a warrior on the Eastern Wilderness Continent!
This is also the reason why Aunt Bai can identify Mo Wentian as a noble warrior!
Mo Wentian gently stroked the blood marks on the back of his hand, feeling inexplicably emotional in his heart. The three blood marks were two long and one short. The two long blood marks were about an inch long. They almost scratched the entire back of Mo Wentian's hand, not even reaching his wrist.
And it is not straight, but has a certain slight arc, gradually spreading towards the arm.
The short blood mark starts from the root of the index finger of the right hand and ends at the ring finger, just connecting the two long arcs together, like the word "冂".
Of course, when it fell into Mo Wentian's eyes, he knew that this was not a word, but an unfinished pattern. The three blood marks that appeared now actually formed a simple handle shape!
"It seems that my command spell should be a sword!"
In the Eastern Wilderness Continent, the weapon path is the dominant force. People have given up on the simple practice of fists and kicks, and are more advocating for the power of weapons. Warriors of each weapon path have their own strengths, such as swords, spears, axes, hammers, sticks, whips, hooks, and fans.
Sword and other Taoisms have stepped onto the world stage one after another. On the continental structure, there has been a situation where two dominating Taoist schools are competing with each other based on the weapon Taoism.
The art of swordsmanship that dominated the world a hundred years ago has long since declined, and now it has fallen to the level of third-class weaponry, which is sad. However, in a small country like Chu, the art of swordsmanship is still respected. The reason is that
The Xiaoyao Sect is a sword sect.
Let’s not tell the story for now, let’s just talk about the three blood marks on the back of Mo Wentian’s hand. From his memory, Mo Wentian has long understood what they represent.
Whenever a warrior enters Taoism and enters the body tempering stage, a blood mark will appear on the back of his right hand, called a command curse. As the cultivation level increases, and every time he breaks through a level, an additional blood mark will appear on the back of his hand, until
Spreads to arms and even shoulders.
For example, if Mo Wentian breaks through to the third level of the body tempering stage, three blood marks will appear on the back of his hand.
Depending on the weapon path that a warrior practices, each person's command incantation is different. For a sword practitioner, the command incantation will naturally be a sword. For a stick practitioner, the command incantation will become a stick. And even if they are in the same weapon path
People, because of their different cultivation methods and the techniques they master, will also have different command spells.
For example, the command incantation on Lei Xiao Sword Emperor Qin Ming's arm is a long thunder sword surrounded by electric snakes, while the master of Wanjian Sect Xing Tianqi's command incantation is said to be composed of thousands of small swords.
Bloodstained Greatsword.
The Command Spell is not only a symbol of strength and identity, but can also assist warriors in performing moves and skills during battles. For example, Mo Wentian's "cleaving style" that has been roughly mastered, the Command Spell can be used to enhance its power and damage, and even various
The combination of command spells can produce unexpected effects, but these are beyond the control of Mo Wentian today.
Today, Mo Wentian only has three command spells, and the pattern formed is extremely simple. It is actually difficult to judge how the development of the command spell will be based on these three command spells alone, but Mo Wentian is sure of this.
It's a knife.
The reason is naturally that all Mo Wentian practices are sword skills, and if you look closely at these three blood marks, they look exactly the same as the weird broken knife that Mo Wentian picked up!
Broken knife!
Mo Wentian thought about this and not only slapped his forehead fiercely, but when Aunt Bai interrupted him, he almost forgot the most important thing and hurriedly chased in the direction where Aunt Bai left.
The reason why Mo Wentian became so impatient and broke out of the door just now was because after he woke up, he found that the broken knife that he regarded as his only reliance was missing!