"Aunt Bai, when you met me, you saw a knife in my hand?"
Without any unnecessary nonsense or pleasantries, Mo Wentian strode into the kitchen-like room and straight to the point asked Aunt Bai who was busy driving.
Mo Wentian is naturally aware of the importance of the broken knife. He is not stupid. The reason why he can generate internal force in his body while he is still in the body tempering stage is definitely not because he suddenly becomes extremely talented, but because of this weird weapon.
Caused by broken knife.
In addition, although there is no direct evidence, Mo Wentian is sure that the "cleaving style" he learned from that wonderful light group must be inextricably linked to this broken knife, and even even
The incredible weight of the broken knife also revealed great weirdness.
So I'm afraid Mo Wentian himself doesn't know that he has regarded this broken knife as the guarantee of his family and life, which is why he seemed so panicked when he found out that the broken knife was missing.
"Oh, yes, I almost forgot about this!"
Aunt Bai was also startled and quickly wiped her thick hands on her apron. Then she took steps and hurried into a room next to her. Not long after, Aunt Bai was holding a ball of broken clothes.
Boo came out.
Wrapped in the cloth was something that looked like a strange dagger. It was completely black. The broken blade was only about five inches long, about as wide as an adult's hand, and half an inch thick.
It was Mo Wentian's broken knife!
After walking a few steps, Mo Wentian quickly took the broken knife from Aunt Bai's hand, rubbed the ink-colored back of the knife, and felt an indescribable sense of intimacy coming over him. Only then did he feel completely at ease.
"I see that you are very attached to this thing. Even if you fainted, you would still hold it tightly in your hands, so we carried it back together. Don't tell me, this thing is too heavy. I spent a lot of effort."
Aunt Bai was complaining on the side. It seemed that because of Mo Wentian's performance, her awe for warriors was slightly weakened. Mo Wentian looked at Aunt Bai's thick body and sighed in his heart, even if Aunt Bai is like this
The waist and body shape, in terms of strength alone, are really not as good as my thin body.
This is the difference between ordinary people and warriors.
After thanking her again, Aunt Bai hurriedly returned to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Mo Wentian smiled softly. It seemed that the aunt of the Bai family was really a hot-tempered person.
Returning his attention to the broken knife in his hand, Mo Wentian held the handle of the knife tightly and gently opened the rag covering it. An inexplicable feeling of joy immediately spread from the blade of the knife into Mo Wentian's body.
In his mind, it seemed that this knife also had vitality, which made Mo Wentian wonder.
Although the world of warriors is still very unfamiliar to Mo Wentian, from his memory, he also knows that martial arts training cannot be neglected for a day. Any diligent warrior will escape from sleep and get up early to practice martial arts when the sky is dim.
Mo Wentian naturally knows that no matter how big the opportunity is, if he does not work hard, he will not be able to seize it. Even the knife in Mo Wentian's hand may one day be lost, and only
Only when you have your own strength can you always belong to yourself!
So instead of going back to the cabin and lying on the bed, Mo Wentian had just regained some strength and was ready to continue practicing his sword.
After calming down, Mo Wentian stood with his sword in hand. A burst of solemnity surged out of Mo Wentian's body. In the next breath, Mo Wentian stood up with his waist twisted, his right arm carrying a black light, raised high
mid-air, and then slashed down with a cruel arc.
"Chopping style!"
"boom!"
As the knife shape fell, the broken blade, with an irresistible domineering meaning, collided heavily with the bluestone ground. The smoke and dust dispersed with the sound, and dozens of clear cracks began to gradually expand on the ground until three
A few feet away, it looks like a newly laid spider web.
The ground under Mo Wentian's feet has also been shattered, but his figure is still standing firm, as if his feet have been firmly rooted into the ground. He withdraws his hand to put away the knife. Mo Wentian is naturally unfazed by the power of the chopping style.
He had already experienced it, but in the face of this blow, he still shook his head slightly, seemingly dissatisfied.
“I always feel like there’s still something missing.”
Regarding the splitting technique, Mo Wentian had no teacher. All he relied on was to constantly observe the movements in the light group to simulate the forming technique. So when he encountered doubts at this moment, no one could answer them. All he could do was
It's up to him to realize it himself.
Frowning, Mo Wentian began to carefully feel the swelling and cracking of every muscle in his body, the tightness of every inch of skin, and the tingling of every bone, and his mind gradually calmed down.
The first stage of a warrior is called the "body tempering period" because it allows the warrior to communicate with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth through the use of martial arts. After infusing it into the body, it can wash away impurities in the body and temper the body, making the warrior
Can have far more powerful physical power than ordinary people.
This is not one of those magical worlds that Mo Wentian heard in some stories. One can rely on the so-called "meditation" to connect heaven and earth and increase strength. On the Eastern Wilderness Continent, if you want to become stronger, you can only
You are diligent.
After a while, Mo Wentian felt that the tempering of the physical body by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was gradually weakening, and then he looked at the cracked ground and sighed.
"It seems that this place is really not a place for martial arts training. Otherwise, if we practice several times a day, I'm afraid the yard of Aunt Bai's house will become cultivated land."
Thinking of this, Mo Wentian once again began to think about the shortcomings contained in the knife just now. He thought about it but couldn't figure it out. This was not the first time that this feeling had appeared. As early as Mo Wentian's knife split
He had vaguely felt this when he hid the iron door of the knife room, but he was so eager to survive that he didn't care much about it.
This time, Mo Wentian's mind was calmer, and there was no sense of urgency about life and death. Naturally, he had time to carefully consider what was wrong with it.
However, for warriors, problems can never be solved by just using their brains. But after a moment, Mo Wentian waved the broken knife in his hand again.
"Chopping style!"
"Chopping style!"
…
The aroma of food had begun to overflow from the kitchen, and Aunt Bai naturally heard the commotion in the yard. However, out of respect for the warrior, she suppressed her curiosity until breakfast was ready, and then she stepped in with great force.
Get out of the room.
As soon as she walked out of the kitchen, Aunt Bai saw a hollow a foot deep in the center of her courtyard. Mo Wentian was standing in it with a knife in his hand, his brows seemed to be about to boil.
"What's wrong?"
Half a quarter of an hour ago, Mo Wentian was still thinking about Aunt Bai's yard, but as time passed, Mo Wentian's mind was already immersed in the mystery of the sword, and he was confused about the destructive power he had caused.
unknown.
Mo Wentian's arm has begun to show signs of swelling, which is a sign that the body tempering intention has reached the physical limit, but Mo Wentian seems to be completely unconscious. The reason is that he can never catch the chopping knife.
Among them, the most critical point!
Until this moment, Mo Wentian finally felt vaguely that his chopping style seemed to have entered a certain bottleneck. No matter how many times he practiced, it would not help. The sudden frustration made Mo Wentian feel a little irritable.
stand up.
He has always been just a boy in his teens. Even though he was a beggar in his previous life, he has almost seen everything about human nature. However, in the face of a huge opportunity that can change his life, the powerful temptation to become a martial arts master,
It still made Mo Wentian lose his previous calmness.
Aunt Bai didn't know the problems that Mo Wentian was facing now, but when she saw the appearance of her own yard, she was extremely shocked, and her awe for the warriors became much higher again.
"My lord, breakfast is ready. After dinner, I will take you to another place to practice martial arts. Do you think so?"
Seeing Mo Wentian's powerful destructive power, Aunt Bai couldn't help but change her original title. However, respect is respect, and we can't let Mo Wentian practice martial arts at home. Otherwise, if this continues, the Bai family's courtyard
But it’s really going to be turned into a gravel pit. Who wouldn’t feel bad if their house is demolished?
Hearing Aunt Bai's tactful concern, Mo Wentian was excited, and an idea immediately popped into his mind.
For a long time, Mo Wentian knew that he could bite off more than he could chew, so ever since he saw the mysterious light group in the knife room, the only move he had practiced was the "cleaving style"
.But you must know that there are five sword skills flashing in the light group, and they are connected with each other to form a complete set of sword skills!
Now facing the bottleneck encountered in the "cleaving style", Mo Wentian suddenly thought that this might be because he paid too much attention to the practice of a single move and ignored the overall demand of sword skills. Just because of Aunt Bai's unintentional words
The words made Mo Wentian suddenly enlightened.
"That's right, if you change the place and use your sword skills, maybe the problem will be solved!"
Although I don't know if this method will work, at least now Mo Wentian has finally found the direction of his efforts and is no longer as clueless as before.
Glancing at Aunt Bai gratefully, Mo Wentian noticed that the ground beneath his feet had sunk into a shallow pit, and couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
"Aunt Bai, I'm sorry for causing you trouble again. I was too absorbed in my thoughts just now and didn't pay much attention. I'll wait a moment..."
"Wow!"
Before Mo Wentian could finish speaking, a sudden sound came from behind him. He looked back with some confusion and saw a young man staring at him dumbfounded. The rusty hatchet on his waist followed the owner's rapid movements.
His breathing was slightly gentle, and dozens of thorn strips were scattered on the ground under his body.
"Is this the power of a warrior?"
The young man murmured softly, and then he dropped the firewood on the ground like wind under his feet, and rushed towards Mo Wentian. When he came in front of him, the young man bent his knees and knelt down in front of Mo Wentian.