"That's it. You must be more careful. If you feel something is wrong, you can come to us." Everyone in Sima Town expressed their absolute support for Lu Ming.
Lu Ming nodded, then laughed and said, "I don't know whether I need to be careful now, but someone should be careful."
"Oh?" Zhenyu Sword Master raised his eyebrows in confusion. Many old men were also stunned, wondering what Lu Ming meant by saying these words at this time.
Lu Ming smiled coldly and said, "I don't like to look for trouble, but if someone looks for trouble and thinks it's okay after looking for trouble, that's a mistake."
Sword Master Zhenyu's brows jumped and he asked tentatively: "You mean, Saint No. 18 Ju Qianlan?"
"Yes." Lu Ming said calmly.
Everyone in Sima Town looked at each other again, and they all saw surprise in each other's eyes. Lu Ming was going through the process of deregistering the saint. This kind of thing was already troublesome, but he didn't expect that he would take the initiative to find Ju Qianlan now.
trouble!
However, Lu Ming's way of doing things is very appropriate. After all, no one wants someone to plot against them all the time. Eliminating potential threats is the right way.
Many old men nodded slightly. It seems that this kid Lu Ming not only has a thorough understanding of swords, but also has a unique perspective on life, which is quite rare!
The sky finally got dark, and Sword Master Zhenyu arranged some light meals. Many old men ate and chatted here. Datong, who had been busy practicing, saw the scene with indescribable surprise on his face. These are the most powerful men in the world.
A strong man, he has been with his master for ten years, but he has never seen such a scene. Of course, it can be seen in various ceremonies held in the sword hall. But in his own home, he has never seen such a scene.
What a first time.
Among the strong, just like the overlords in the forest, everyone has his own territory and bottom line, and the plot of the king not seeing the king exists in everyone's heart.
Mei Lian has been busy silently. Various dishes are constantly presented, which makes Zhenyu Sword Master extremely beautiful. Many old people are envious of him for having such a disciple. He can go to the hall and go to the kitchen. He is the best in the world.
But that's it.
During the dinner, Lu Ming also had a few drinks with the elders. Then he chose an appropriate time to go back and rest. But for Lu Ming, rest time has always been equated with cultivation.
After washing up, Lu Ming sat cross-legged on the bed, thinking back on everything that happened at Burial Sword Cliff. At the same time, he began to increase his own strength, savoring the feeling of increasing every bit of strength.
Slowly stretching out his right palm, Lu Ming's two index fingers gradually merged into one place. Then he raised his two fingers fiercely, and the sword at his waist suddenly unsheathed, pulling out a brilliant brilliance and hanging in front of Lu Ming. The sword followed.
Lu Ming trembled slightly as he controlled the sword energy, and wisps of starry light scattered down. They did not dissipate until the moment before landing, like a bouquet of bright flowers in full bloom.
When Lu Ming chased back from the route of the sword energy, he discovered that the real power controlling the sword energy was no longer just human will and thinking, but the power of the soul.
That's right, with every trace of sword energy output, Lu Ming can feel that the sword affects his soul. To be precise, it is the soul that controls the sword.
In this way, the strength of the soul can directly affect the strength of the ability to control the sword.
Lu Ming was secretly surprised. He had heard that there was a method for cultivating the soul on Earth, and a powerful person could even leave his body. However, under the circumstances at that time, Lu Ming had not come into contact with that method, so he could only stay.
Have some regrets.
Although the rules of kendo in this world are very different from those on Earth, Lu Ming has already planned to integrate the kendo of the two worlds. He can study it carefully when the time comes.
Lu Ming secretly determined his thoughts, and at the same time focused on this 'control', the sword began to fly following Lu Ming's command. The dark house at night seemed like a meteor shower, with huge waves of
The momentum also spread, shocking the old men who were still drinking.
Lu Ming suddenly restrained his sword energy, and the sword was instantly and accurately sheathed. With a change of thought, his sword energy burst out again, but this time it was not sharp, but honest and dignified!
Looking at Lu Ming again, there is a faint layer of white light on his body. You can also see the flow of white light, but every trace of sword energy is alternating with each other. There is no flaw in this process, just like a side being splashed with water.
The mirror. The water is flowing, but the mirror is still intact.
This shows how subtle Lu Ming's control ability is, and as a result, there is a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
The old men who were already a little dizzy from drinking suddenly woke up. They all looked at the room where Lu Ming was, with expressions of surprise on their faces. King Liu Jian looked at Zhenyu Sword Master with envy, and said with a somewhat loud tongue:
"Brother
, Lu Ming, this kid's ability to control sword energy can be said to be superb. Even high-level swordsmen may not be able to reach his level. This kind of understanding of swords is no longer representative of the sword realm. I really envy you.
ah!"
"That's right! Swordsmen who have just stepped into the realm of swordsmen will first practice using Qi to control swords. Very few people can realize how to condense Qi into armor. According to my understanding and personal experience, when I was a swordsman with eight swords,
I figured out the secret to condensing Qi into armor, but still couldn't figure it out.
It wasn't until I reached the realm of Sword King that I became proficient in it. But compared to this kid Lu Ming, it seems that I thought too highly of myself at that time." Sima Zhen's face also turned red, and he was a little drunk, but he took the
The hand holding the wine glass was as steady as a rock.
Zhenyu Sword Master laughed loudly, his expression full of pride, but also a little drunk. This is not surprising. Although many old men are powerful, most of them have reached their peak, and it is already difficult to go further.
Difficult. After all, the practice of swordsmanship has never been as simple as the promotion of one front to the second front and the superposition of power. The closer to the end, the greater the power of the sword realm. Even for them now, overwhelming the mountains and seas sounds exaggerated, but it is not
It's not impossible.
It is relatively difficult to advance to the Sword Realm, so old people will naturally enjoy some enjoyment, such as drinking. With their realm and ability to control themselves, they can completely separate the alcohol, or even force it directly out of the body, but in their opinion
, then you will lose the fun of drinking, and it is better to drink boiled water.
The old people enjoyed this rare time very much. In shock and excitement, they raised their wine glasses more frequently.
Condensing Qi into armor? Lu Ming couldn't use his sword to test this level of defense, but with a change of heart, he made the sword mark release a subtle force and charged it with sword Qi.
There was a buzz, as if the fuel had encountered a raging fire, Lu Ming's whole body suddenly glowed with dazzling white light, and the room was like a magnesium bomb exploding. Even in the daytime, it would be eclipsed in front of it.
Bang bang bang... there was a sound of a wine glass being crushed. The faces of many old men who were drinking trembled violently. They were shocked to find that Lu Ming's ability to control the sword energy had reached the pinnacle of this realm.
And I don’t know how Lu Ming did it.
Lu Ming smiled slightly, withdrew his sword energy, stretched out his body and lay on the bed, sleeping comfortably.
It's dawn. The sword hall city is like a machine with an automatic program, and it starts to operate as always. Whether you are a swordsman or another swordsman, you must do some morning exercises every morning, making the sword hall city like a huge sword in the Silver Snake Mania.
Dance, the air is filled with the smell of swords.
Several swordsmen strolling around the courtyard were making plans about where to go for a tour. They were suddenly startled: "Hey? What's going on over there? Why is the arena set up?"
"Yes." A swordsman scratched his hair: "Although this arena is just a rope pulled in a circle, it shows its function! If I remember correctly, that position should be Saint No. 18.
Ju Qianlan’s house, who is trying to bring bad luck to her this early in the morning?”
"Looking for bad luck?" Another person sneered: "Looking for bad luck with the Saint, is there any difference between looking for bad luck with the Saint and looking for death?"
Several people had weird smiles on their faces, looked at each other, and immediately decided to see who had such courage, which was tantamount to suicide.
Lu Ming stood calmly in the circle, while Datong on the side was holding a few swords, making the arena more attractive. Liu Yun's face on the side was full of expectation and anxiety.
Onlookers had begun to gather on the roadside. A swordsman with weather marks on his face whispered to his companions: "Who is this young man? What is his origin? Why have I never seen him before?"
"I don't know, this kind of grandiose stage show is simply contempt for the saint!"
"That's right, who is the Saint of the Sword Hall? Each force is comparable to a city guard, and this young man is not wearing the uniform of the Sword Hall. He is obviously an outsider! However, he dares to challenge the Saint.
Girl, I think his courage is very commendable."
"It's just bravery and foolhardy." Another young swordsman shook his head in disdain, "Humans, you are not afraid of a poor understanding of the sword, nor are you afraid of poor swordsmanship, but you are afraid that you cannot see the facts clearly, and challenge the saint? Do you want to challenge the saint?
Become famous in one battle? Ha! There are many ways to die, but this is the stupidest!"
Datong was helpless to the various words coming from around him, but he had no choice. Master supported Lu Ming, so what else could he do? Just endure it for now.
At this time, several swordsmen wearing the uniforms of the sword hall management level came over. They looked at the ring with absurd eyes, and then looked at Lu Ming, their expressions were very strange. A fair swordsman in his thirties walked up to
Lu Ming stood in front of him and asked: "Our sword hall uses order. Who are you? You are an outsider and set up a ring here. What are you going to do? And how did you get in?"
Lu Ming gently flicked the token on his waist and said, "You have too many questions."