Walking with Jian Jiu, Mo Que held the sword talisman in his hand and couldn't help but feel a bit of anticipation in his heart.
When he was in Qingzhou, he was not favored by anyone. Even the Ye family, who were related by blood, regarded him as less than a dog.
That was the lowest moment in his life. Apart from Yao Lao, the woman who left him the sword talisman was the only person who did not despise him because of his physical weakness.
The woman helped him several times, which he will always remember.
"You said at the beginning that you hoped that I could perform well in the competition for the title. I came here today with no other intention. I just wanted to let you know that I did not let you down!" Mo Que squeezed the sword talisman tightly.
, I thought in my heart.
Being led by Jian Jiu, Mo Que felt that he was getting more and more remote as he walked, and he was gradually far away from the central area of Tianjian Palace.
They climbed a hill, and halfway up the mountain, there was a man guarding the place.
This man's face is as sharp as a knife, he is standing with a sword in his hand, he is wearing plain clothes, and his eyes are tightly closed.
When Jian Jiu and Mo Que arrived, the man's eyes suddenly opened. When he looked at him, Mo Que's hair suddenly stood up, and he felt the urge to draw his sword and take action.
This is an extremely dangerous feeling.
"Is he Mo Que?" the man said, his voice as cold as metal, without any emotion.
As he spoke, the heavy sword behind Mo Que was trembling crazily.
This was because there was a powerful sword intent that enveloped Mo Que at this moment.
"Master Palace, meet him." Jian Jiu's face darkened, and a wave of sword intent burst out from him, protecting Mo Que, always on guard against this person's attacks.
The man's sword intent never receded. He stared at Mo Que coldly for a moment, then stepped aside without saying a word and got out of the way.
Jian Jiu stopped talking and took Mo Que to climb the mountain.
When Mo Que walked past the man, his expression changed slightly, and the sharp sword behind him suddenly seemed to turn into a huge mountain, trying to crush him.
Cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead, but he said nothing and refused to bend down. However, with every step he took, the ground beneath his feet was directly crushed by him.
He knew that the man next to him had added his sword intent to the heavy sword behind him, hoping to crush him.
This time, Jian Jiu did not intervene and just moved forward silently.
Mo Que persisted, feeling like all his bones were about to be broken. Every step he took was extremely difficult.
When he was three feet away from the man, with the weight of the sharp sword behind him, he returned to normal.
However, within this short distance of a few feet, he was already covered in sweat.
The sword intention alone is already so powerful. If this man takes action, he will definitely be unable to withstand it with his current strength.
"You still have some courage." The man said coldly: "Although you are not wrong about Feng Yiming, you made a mistake in front of my Tianjian Palace. Although I will not take action against you, I will still punish you.
You teach me a lesson."
"Thank you, senior, for your teaching!" Mo Que said this through gritted teeth. If it weren't for his powerful martial arts, the sword intent just now would have crushed him to pieces.
"I know you are dissatisfied. If you want to fight me at any time, come and find me at any time. I will be here." After the man finished speaking coldly, he turned around, held his sword and closed his eyes.
Paying attention to Moque is like turning into a piece of wood.
Although Mo Que was angry, he also knew that the other party was showing mercy to him and not using the sword was a sign of kindness to him. Using the sword to suppress him was just a lesson to him for taking action in front of the Heavenly Sword Palace.
He left with Jianjiu and couldn't help but ask: "Who is this person?"
Jian Jiu walked in front, without looking back, and said: "Jian Qi."
"Sword Seven?" Mo Que turned around and looked at the man standing with the sword in his hand, his eyes closed and looking like wood, and asked: "Is he waiting for me here on purpose, or has he been standing here all the time?"
"It wouldn't be surprising if this mountain lost a tree or a stone, or even the entire mountain disappeared. But it would be strange if Jian Qi wasn't here." Jian Jiu said leisurely, "He seems to be here.
I have grown up here and have always stood there and never left."
This made Mo Que even more puzzled: "What is he doing standing here all this time?"
Jian Jiu said slowly: "Wu Jian."
Mo Que relied on his own sword body to sense the surroundings, but felt nothing. He said: "There is no sword intention here, what can I understand?"
"Who says there isn't?" Jian Jiu said: "Every flower, every grass, every mountain, every water here, even the mosquitoes and ants, and even the whole world, are all swordsmen."
Mo Que's heart moved. Could it be that the sword intention of the previous Sword Emperor in Tianjian Palace was also integrated into all things?
But there is no Sword Emperor's sword intention in everything here. The Sword Seven is really learning the sword from the surrounding flowers, trees, and even sand, stones and dust.
"Boy, you are really lucky." Jian Jiu suddenly said: "That is to say, the person you met today was Jian Qi. If it were someone else, he might actually sacrifice you to the sword."
"Several other seniors are very dissatisfied with me?" Mo Que frowned.
Sword Nine and Sword Seven are so powerful, and the other seven swords of Tianjian Palace are even more powerful.
"What do you think?" Jian Jiu rolled his eyes and said, "Do you really think that you are not at fault for what happened to Feng Yiming, so you can just walk in and out of our Tianjian Palace with such arrogance? You really think that you are making such a fuss in front of the palace gate,
I, Tianjian Palace, still want to treat you with courtesy? Is there anything wrong with your mind?"
Mo Que couldn't help being shocked and said: "People who practice swords put the most emphasis on the sword's heart. Those seniors can cultivate to such a level of swordsmanship, which shows that the sword's heart is extraordinary. Shouldn't they all have a heart like a sword, upright? Do they know right from wrong?
Right or wrong, but you still want to vent your anger on me?"
I saw Jian Jiu looking at Mo Que with a look that looked like an idiot, and said: "If everything in the world is reasonable, why do people practice? And why do they pursue strength? Wouldn't it be better to just reason with people?"
This question left Moque speechless, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.
"This is true for cultivators, and even more so for those who practice swordsmanship!" Jian Jiu said: "Being reasonable is a matter for mortals. Cultivators go against heaven and strengthen themselves in order to escape from the law and ignore the covenants of the law."
"Although the dispute between you and Feng Yiming is not your fault, Feng Yiming is my disciple of Tianjian Palace after all. It's the same for you to make a big fuss in front of the palace. No matter how reasonable you are, if you act recklessly in front of my Tianjian Palace,
How can I tolerate you?"
"If I have entered the path of cultivation, and I have to tell you about right and wrong, what's the use of my cultivation, and what's the use of the sword in my hand?"
Jian Jiu spoke one after another, making Mo Fuxing deep in thought.
Is it true that as Yao Lao said, in the world of cultivation, only fists are the most important thing?
As long as you are strong enough, you can ignore right and wrong and ignore the law?
He pondered for a moment, then shook his head firmly and said: "Senior, you are wrong. The purpose of practicing and practicing swordsmanship is not to jump out of the law and ignore right and wrong, but to make me have enough knowledge when someone tramples on the law and does not distinguish between right and wrong.
The strength to uphold what is right and wrong!"
After saying these words, the sword bones in Mo Que's body and the sharp sword behind him trembled at the same time.