"Thank you for your reminder." Lu Ming smiled indifferently, "I want to marry a saint. It's fate to meet her, but you have also seen these changes in children. There is no need to be much. I will definitely go to the assessment within this month, and I will bring all the children with me."
Gao Junjie didn't expect that he asked Lu Ming to complete the task, but he actually pushed three or four. If he was afraid that he would not be able to complete the task, it would be fine to delay it for a while, but he said so arrogantly that all the children should be qualified, hum! I think he was praised by the recent news and ignorant of the world. Well, I will convey it to the Deacon truthfully, let's see how he can make every waste change!
"Okay, this is what you said." Gao Junjie glanced at Lu Ming, turned around and left, letting the nursing home owner shout behind him, and he refused to look back.
"Oh!" The old courtyard owner glanced at Lu Ming, shook his head and left.
The sword students seemed to realize their reluctance and caused trouble for the sword master, and were at a loss for a while.
Lu Ming reached out to block the backs of several children, glanced at each young face with calm eyes and said, "Children, fate is hard to tell, but if you miss it, you may not be able to look back and do it in your life. I think you are all good children, you are very compatible with you, and you are also very destined to be together. Now I can complete the task, but I don't want to miss this kind of fate. I need you all to grow up and let everyone who looked down on you bit off their tongue in surprise!"
"Yes!" the swordsmen shouted, their hands and swords raised, their blood boiling like soldiers going to the battlefield. Several girls were even secretly wiping their tears. They all knew that the swordsman's tone was very indifferent, but he was from the heart. He was considering people like him from the emotional level.
"Go to practice swords."
Lu Ming watched the children leave with great enthusiasm, nodded with satisfaction, then walked out of the classroom, wandering around every sword life, guiding them on the right path of the sword.
At night, Lu Ming sat cross-legged on the bed, summarizing the harvest of the day. His sword finger suddenly condensed, and the sword was unsheathed, allowing it to fly freely in the sky.
Lu Ming looked at the sword quietly. When he was on earth, only the innate realm could do this. In fact, even if he wanted to fly with the sword, he could barely do it in the innate realm for a while. However, it was actually quite unfamiliar to Lu Ming to control the sword with his energy.
After all, in the environment where spiritual energy is scarce on earth, it is not enough to support long-term use of energy to control swords, which makes warriors like Lu Ming have very few opportunities to do experiments.
But now it's enough.
Lu Ming was secretly excited, and he kept summing up. As he was familiar with the scenes of many saints fighting, there were also mixed in it. For example, more than a dozen TVs were played in front of Lu Ming at the same time, which made him constantly find what was available in it and made his swordsmanship more pure.
Lu Ming slowly closed his eyes, and this thought lasted all night.
When the morning light showed its color on the building, Lu Ming suddenly opened his eyes, raised his right hand, and the flying sword immediately returned to his hand. With his hand, the hilt of the sword returned to his hand, which was surprisingly consistent with Lu Ming's position at any time.
People and swords are so coordinated that they cannot tell which one is a human and which one is a sword.
Lu Ming also felt a moment in his heart. At that moment, he actually felt that the sword of hand did not seem to exist, but it was clearly there.
It was a kind of fit taste, just like an art master, who picked up the pen to finish the highlight of the dragon. After getting this, the dragon was immediately reborn.
Lu Ming thought and savored, and had a new feeling about holding a sword and not holding a sword.
After a moment, a faint smile appeared on Lu Ming's face. In the past, he could only feel no sword, but after this experience, he held the sword, but his hands were not sword, and his heart was in such a state.
Wow, with an extremely slight sound, the sword had already pulled out a light and slashed out towards the candle. Lu Ming's mind moved, and the sword body immediately trembled, and wax chips flew on the candle covered by the sword light.
Meilian pushed the door and walked in. She was shocked when she saw the candle under Lu Ming's sword. She walked forward quickly, wrapped her arms around Lu Ming's neck, and kissed her affectionately.
Then she turned around at an incredible speed, took off the candle from the wax table, and her eyes immediately became hot. On the candlestick was a life-like fiery red rose, and every petal of its petal was filled with strong and hot love.
Meilian was so happy that she was shocked. Unexpectedly, Lu Ming's swordsmanship could be called "Three Autumns"!
In a majestic deacon room, there are ancient office desks and chairs, with thick pieces piled up on them. An exquisite incense burner was swaying incense, and an old man with white hair was reviewing the pieces. But he frowned, and his eyes were full of disdain under his sword eyebrows, and he slowly listened to Gao Junjie's report in front of the table.
After a while, the old man sneered, "I didn't expect that Lu Ming was so arrogant. It seems that he has been praised by those guys who have never seen the world recently!"
"That's right." Gao Junjie looked resentful: "Sir, you didn't see him. If you see the calmness and calmness of his words and the feeling of being arrogant, you will know how arrogant he is. My subordinates think that he can manage even the Zongjiantang, which everyone has a headache about. This Lu Ming didn't care about what tasks the Jiantang assigned for him at all. Instead, he wanted to challenge the most difficult level of each task in Jiantang."
"Every wasteful test is successful?" The old man did not doubt his subordinates' reports at all. He sneered: "The higher the float, the more painful it will fall. I want to see how you can make every wasteful test succeed!"
"Sir, this Lu Ming..."
Gao Junjie wanted to say something, but the old man waved his hand and said, "No hurry, I am the general deacon in this area this month. My words represent the Sword Priest. Now this month has just begun."
Thinking of Lu Ming's calmness before, Gao Junjie couldn't help but show a cold smile at the corner of his eyes. This deacon is the top ten sword saint in the sword hall. He is known as the Qiankun Sword Saint. His set of Qiankun Sword Techniques are superb. He is even more respected and powerful in the sword hall. Moreover, as many as four of his brothers have reached the level of the sword saint, and they are a faction of absolute strength. Now, Lu Ming wants to show his strength in front of him, he is simply seeking death!
At the gate of Jiantang City, two high-headed horses walked slowly with steady steps. The head was a maroon horse. The young star-eyed sword-eyed eyebrows on the saddle and the long black hair woven into a complex bun. There was a very delicate golden headdress on it and a noble ruby was inlaid with it. This person was the eldest prince of the Zhenyuan Empire, Mu Tianyou.
An old man at the gate of the city looked at Mu Tianyou and couldn't help but nod his head secretly. It was indeed royal noble, and it was definitely not something that ordinary people could compare! Moreover, he also had the sword realm of the Five-Strike Sword Master, which was quite rare.
The young people behind the old man also secretly praised him, and the prince was low-key when traveling. Even if he came to the sword hall, he asked not to be too grand. As long as someone led the visit, he would make him look different. This mentality made him look even more unique. This is the breath of a king!
However, although the sword hall will keep his identity confidential, the problem of face must be solved. This time, a strong swordsman in charge will be personally received by a sword saint, and a hundred elite swordsmen from the sword hall will line up to greet him. This is definitely a reception with high rules.
When the old man saw Mu Tianyou approaching, he hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, and gave a swordsman ceremony, saying loudly: "The eldest prince is coming to Jiantang City, which really makes Jiantang City shining bright!"
"Elder Wang De is so serious. It is my honor to visit Jiantang City this time!" Mu Tianyou turned over and dismounted and said with a smile.
"Thank you!" a swordsman shouted loudly.
Swish! The hundred swordsmen on both sides of the road unsheathed hundreds of swords at the same time, and then they all stood neatly in front of their chests, and a solemn aura instantly enveloped the entire city gate.
Seeing these hundred swordsmen, Mu Tianyou's heart was thrilled. These people were all in the realm of great swordsmen. If they were placed as the empire, they would definitely be strong people!
Although Mu Tianyou had long known the strength of the Sword Hall very clearly, after seeing it with his own eyes, he was shocked.
Fortunately, the sword hall is very peaceful. Apart from inheriting the sword path, there is no ambition at all, otherwise...
Mu Tianyou didn't even dare to think about it, but he was very confident that he would make friends with the Sword Hall. This time he came, he hoped to express his kindness. If he could get the secret support of one or two sword saints, he would not have any worries when he inherited the throne in the future.
But this time the purpose of coming was not just this one. Mu Tianyou nodded to the swordsman of the ceremonial guard, but his heart was already rumbling, "Lu Ming, this Lu Ming is actually here, and he is planning to marry a saint!"
Half a month ago, Mu Tianyou finally got news about Lu Ming through various inquiries, and knew that he had come to the sword hall, but he did not expect that he would do consecutive shocking things in a short period of time.
Marry a Saint, challenge the Saint one after another, fight against the Sword Saint...
Mu Tianyou didn't even dare to think about it anymore. He found that the deeper he understood, the more he realized that Lu Ming's development speed was too fast, which was simply unimaginable. Now he must not be allowed to continue to develop, otherwise when will his revenge be avenged?
"Xue Mei! The goddess of my heart, you are my lover whom I can immediately embrace, but Lu Ming, a bastard..."
Mu Tianyou clenched his right hand tightly into his fists, and his fingernails were deeply trapped in the flesh. He originally thought that his strength had improved, so he said he could take revenge with his own hands, but he didn't expect that he could do everything possible to improve the sword realm to the Five-Strike Sword Master, but Lu Ming had actually reached the sword master...