Zhong Wen sat cross-legged on the cliff, with his eyes half-open and half-closed, staring blankly at the hundreds of rubbles in front of him, like an old monk in meditation. He didn't even move a finger for a whole hour.
After the Kunwu sword wall shattered, the four sword pavilion disciples and He Xiaolian were given the glorious task of collecting stones.
These people are all talented and arrogant people, but in the face of Passepartout's ruthless suppression, they have no choice but to become coolies.
Just when a few people were picking up stones, the four elders of Piaohua Palace, Zhong Wen, Lin Zhiyun, Liu Qiqi and Lin Xiaodie, finally experienced the "Sword Sword Noodles" highly recommended by the Master of Swords.
My stomach hurts! My stomach hurts!
When he thought about the taste of that stuff, Zhong Wen couldn't help but rub his belly and grinned with an expression as if he was constipated.
Even the corpse king Qin Zixiao could realize the magical sword skills after eating the sword. When the sword surface entered his stomach, except for the random stabs, which turned the river upside down, he didn't even gain anything.
The hell realm also seemed to regard the sword surface as "food" and did not activate its repair power, so that he suffered from stomachache for a long time without relief.
Could it be that Mr. Yuchi had a grudge against me and didn't dare to openly slash me with his sword, so he deliberately acted like this?
What an insidious and vicious old man!
Another stomachache hit, Zhong Wen's face turned pale, he gritted his teeth and couldn't help but cursed fiercely in his heart.
After muttering secretly for a long time, he finally brought his attention back to the many rubbles in front of him.
Thanks to the hard work of Tuoba and the five God-killers, all the stones on the sword wall have been collected and are now neatly arranged in front of Zhong Wen, allowing him to study them at will.
Such VIP-level treatment made him really embarrassed to worry about his stomachache anymore.
His spiritual consciousness swept over the rubble over and over again, and thoughts surged in his mind, and all kinds of new insights on the art of swordsman poured out like a spurt, unable to stop at all.
What a Kunwu Jianbi!
It's so awesome when it's broken into pieces, but what a god it is when it's complete?
What a pity, what a pity, I actually missed it!
Zhong Wen's eyes were filled with brilliant light. The more he studied it, the more he realized that the swordsmanship contained in these stones was as profound as the sea, and it was simply wonderful.
It was only at this moment that he finally realized how superficial and ridiculous it was that he thought he had understood the secrets on the stone.
Looking at each stone once or ten times, he would have a completely different perception, which made him deeply addicted and unable to extricate himself.
For a moment, he even had an illusion.
He seemed to have become the purest and most pious swordsman, and the way of swordsmanship was
It should be above all things in the world.
I go!
Why does this thing look like a cult!
It's poisonous!
Just when he was about to sink in, Zhong Wen suddenly woke up and broke into a cold sweat. He wiped his forehead vigorously. When he looked at the gravel again, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
"Why!"
A regretful voice came from behind.
"Brother Yuchi?"
Zhong Wen was startled, turned around suddenly, and found that Yuchi Chungou had appeared behind him at some point, looking at him with regret in his eyes.
When did he come?
I didn't even notice?
Is it because of the stone, or...
With such a peerless strong man quietly approaching behind him, Zhong Wen couldn't help but feel his heart palpitate. He stood up with a "scratch", his face suddenly looked a little ugly.
"You are indeed not a swordsman."
Yuchi Chungou didn't notice his strange emotion, he just shook his head repeatedly, seemed a little lost, and said something inexplicably.
"Huh?" Zhong Wen looked confused.
"A true swordsman with sufficient qualifications in swordsmanship will never be able to resist the temptation of Kunwu Jianbi."
Yuchi Chungou slowly passed by him, bent down to pick up a piece of gravel, put it in his hand and rubbed it carefully, "You can wake up by your own will, which shows that you don't have too high pursuit of swordsmanship in your heart."
"I see."
Zhong Wen touched his nose and looked at his disappointed expression, feeling a little guilty in his heart.
"But I'm not a swordsman."
Yuchi Chungou continued, "How come you can understand so much from the sword wall? Weird, really weird."
"how?"
Zhong Wen asked curiously, "If you are not a sword cultivator, wouldn't you be able to understand the Kunwu Sword Wall?"
"The two girls Lin who came with you couldn't understand anything from these stones."
Yuchi Chungou pondered for a moment and said slowly, "Only girl Qiqi has benefited a lot, what do you think?"
"in this case."
Zhong Wen chuckled and said, "Maybe I am a swordsman, but I just don't know it."
"No, you're not."
Yuchi Chungou shook his head and said, "
After seeing your reaction when you ate Jianjian noodles, I already had the answer in my mind."
"Sword sword face?"
Just hearing these three words, Zhong Wen couldn't help but turn pale. He instinctively reached out to cover his stomach, forcibly suppressing the urge to vomit, "Brother Yuchi, tell the truth, this thing is really for people to eat."
Is it?"
"Counting you four."
Yuchi Chungou was both angry and funny at the same time, "There are only two hands of people in the world who are qualified to eat this bowl of noodles, and you actually dislike it? It's true that wild boars can't taste fine chaff. I'm just flirting with you."
Show it to the blind man."
"Are you really that powerful?"
Zhong Wen touched his chin and asked doubtfully.
"When you see Qiqi girl again, you will naturally understand."
Yuchi Chungou waved his hand, as if he didn't want to continue discussing the issue of the sword, "How about these stones, have you finished comprehending them?"
"Nine times out of ten."
Zhong Wen replied casually, "It is indeed the treasure of your Kunwu Sword Palace. Even if it is broken, it will be of great benefit to my little brother. If you and I fight again, the result may be different."
"Brother Zhong Wen, I have learned a lot about your deeds in the past two days."
Yuchi Chungou smiled slightly and did not continue. Instead, he changed the subject and said, "Even the royal court doesn't pay attention to him. He is indeed young and promising. I admire him."
"Brother Yuchi, please stop making fun of me."
Zhong Wen smiled bitterly and said, "If you really don't take Wang Ting seriously, I would have already broken in and killed that Lord of Chaos. Why do you need so much trouble?"
"You are very strong, and you will get stronger. Maybe it won't be long before you can easily step on Brother Wei."
Yuchi Chungou's expression changed slightly, and he said sincerely, "But I'm afraid it's too early to deal with the Lord of Chaos, so be careful, be careful!"
"how?"
As if he did not expect such a reaction, Zhong Wen became more and more curious and asked, "Have you seen the Lord of Chaos?"
"Have you forgotten my identity?"
Yuchi Chungou's face suddenly became a little complicated, "The position of ruler was granted by the Lord of Chaos. How could I not have seen him before?"
"he……"
Zhong Wen opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know how to ask.
"The Lord of Chaos is not on the same level as everyone else, including you and me."
Realizing what he was thinking, Yuchi Chungou warned softly, "Although he hasn't personally taken action for a long time, now that he is standing in front of the royal court,
On the contrary, you'd better be careful."
"Brother Yuchi, I heard that all the power of your master comes from the Lord of Chaos."
Zhong Wen's heart moved, and he suddenly thought of something, "One day, if he orders you to be my enemy..."
"rest assured."
Yuchi Chungou chuckled and said, "I am different from other masters. I have the title of Master of Swords, but I have not gained any power as a master. Naturally, I will not be taken away by anyone. You see, the road leads to them.
These few are not dependents, they are just disciples that I personally selected."
"this is okay too?"
Zhong Wen was taken aback, "Then what's the benefit of being the master of this sword?"
"What's the benefit..."
Yuchi Chungou gently stroked the hilt of the Wushang Sword on his waist, puffed out his chest, and exuded an indescribable aura of domineering around him, "With the title of Master of Swords, you will attract countless strong swordsmen.
challenges, life will not be too boring.”
Zhong Wen “…”
"Just understand it well."
Yuchi Chungou lost his momentum, patted his shoulder lightly, turned around and laughed away, "Brother, I'm really looking forward to how far you can grow. If someone really can pull down the Lord of Chaos,
, it’s quite an interesting thing.”
Watching him go away, Zhong Wen shook his head and threw away the messy thoughts. He turned around and sat down again, staring blankly at the gravel in front of him.
If you look closely, you can see streaks of light passing through his eyes, with different directions, different colors, fast and slow, and endless stream.
As more and more light passed by, his eyes gradually deepened, and the aura on his body became more unpredictable and unpredictable.
After reaching Zhong Wen's current level of cultivation, it is extremely difficult to go further. Even if there is occasional improvement, subtle changes are extremely difficult to detect.
However, at this moment, he could clearly feel that his knowledge of swordsmanship was soaring and advancing by leaps and bounds, as if he was about to break through the shackles of heaven and reach an unimaginable realm.
This is going against heaven!
This exhilarating feeling made him intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.
Suddenly, his eyes widened and his expression changed, as if he had made an incredible discovery.
The breakthrough in swordsmanship finally encountered a bottleneck.
But it is not the bottleneck of oneself, but the interception and oppression from the outside world.
Is it you?
Zhong Wen squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky. The coldness in his eyes seemed to turn into a sharp sword and cut through the void.