This is how Xiao Zhan felt after reading the Weird Kendo Chapter of "Sword Code". Although there were only eighty-one swords in the first level, he found that the difficulty of each sword was comparable to the "Nine-Character Sword Technique". Close his eyes,
All the key points flowed through his mind, and except for the feeling that it was unclear but not clear, Xiao Zhan found that he didn't understand even a single sword.
Xiao Zhan was not discouraged, and immediately activated all ten brain regions and began to calculate frantically.
The formula flashes crazily, and the sword moves gradually take shape. The strange heart of the sword flashes endlessly, and the slightest hint of enlightenment lingers in my heart.
At this moment, Xiao Zhan completely understood why practicing the "Sword Code" requires a sword heart. It can be said that without the sword heart, he would not be able to understand any moves and formulas in the "Sword Code".
In the world of the first level of Feng Pavilion, for three days and three nights, without sleep, Xiao Zhan was caught up in reasoning and calculations. Although the time was short, he had a preliminary understanding of the first level of the strange swordsmanship, and he was barely able to start practicing.
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However, the strange swordsmanship is so mysterious that it does not happen overnight. What Xiao Zhan lacks most nowadays is time, and he does not have much time to spend on it. Therefore, Xiao Zhan decided to practice according to the old method, so that
The sword master came to help him practice.
The first three levels of the "Sword Code" were created by the Sword Master, but the secret book did not leave the Sword Master's consciousness, making it impossible for Xiao Zhan to simulate and copy. Fortunately, there is "The Way of the Sword", and he only needs to use the sword to practice the sword skills.
Just copy it.
Just do it, Xiao Zhan took out the secret book.
The whole process of activating the divine consciousness left by the Juggernaut in the secret book and then copying it takes a very long time, which is far more difficult than copying the God of War's divine consciousness. This is not because the divine consciousness of the Sword Master is stronger than that of the God of War, but that the Juggernaut's consciousness is stronger than that of the God of War.
The clone is higher in level than the clone of the God of War, and its ability is naturally stronger. As long as Xiao Zhan replicates the consciousness of the God of War again, his abilities will not be inferior to the clone of the Sword Master.
He had white hair and silver eyes, and his clothes were as white as snow. Although he was just a copy of the Sword Master, when Xiao Zhan's eyes touched his eyes, he seemed to see a world of swords. Countless mysterious sword principles were contained in them. As he stared, his
The heart of the sword seems to want to surrender and worship.
Xiao Zhan's eyelids twitched, he quickly looked away, took a deep breath, and then began to fuse the clone of the Sword Master.
The integration went very smoothly. The moment his state of mind changed, Xiao Zhan instantly discovered that his so-called preliminary understanding of the strange swordsmanship was actually just a scratch. The nine levels of nine swords and the first sword on the first level were just the outermost layer of the strange swordsmanship.
Shell, it can be said that this sword is the easiest to understand. It can be seen that the difficulty will double with each level. Therefore, Xiao Zhan does not intend to be greedy this time, and only learns the first level of the weird swordsmanship until he masters it ninety-nine times.
Until it is unified.
With a thought, the long sword with condensed spiritual power appeared in his hand, and the nine illusory swords were used one by one. There was no trace of stagnation when the sword was drawn out. Almost at the moment when the sword was raised, nine Xiao Zhan appeared in the practice room. Sometimes the nine people appeared together.
Using one sword, sometimes there are nine people and nine swords, sometimes the virtual and the real are combined, and they are constantly combined.
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As soon as the Shadow Sword came out, Xiao Zhan disappeared into the training room. The sword light in the void kept lighting up, and the dazzling sword energy made a "bang bang" sound and sparks flew out. Xiao Zhan became proficient in the nine swords of shadow one by one and appeared.
As he came forward, his thoughts moved slightly, and the shadow on the ground began to squirm, and soon turned into a jet-black sword energy that shot out.
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The strange nine swords were unleashed one by one in the "Sword Master Consciousness" state. Every time he drew his sword, Xiao Zhan felt countless information pouring into his mind. This information was the essence of the swordsmanship when the Sword Master created the "Sword Code".
, as the information increased, his understanding of the strange Nine Swords became deeper and deeper.
With the "Sword Master Consciousness" state, the understanding of swordsmanship can be achieved overnight, but if you want to perfect the sword moves, you must spend a lot of time practicing. Next, Xiao Zhan, both mentally and physically, entered a busy period
in practice.
Time flies, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye.
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The north of Apocalypse is mostly mountainous, and famous mountains and rivers abound. Looking far into the distance, a mountain range stretching for hundreds of miles is cut off by the Mo River. The walls stand thousands of feet high, like knives and axes cutting through them, and the torrential rivers rush past. It is extremely magnificent.
The terrain is steep and surrounded by mountains. The Mingjian Villa, which is famous throughout the north, is located in the mountains of Mobei. The Mingjian Villa is famous for its swords. The outstanding owner of the village is named Xiaoyao Swordsman. He entered Xianwu when he was a hundred years old.
His Xiaoyao Sword Technique is famous throughout Tianqi, and it is said that he is even at the top of the Immortal Martial Arts.
Although Mingjian Villa is well-known in Tianqi, the owner of the Villa, Zhuo Buqun, has always been low-key and does not like to show off. There are not many servants in the Villa. In the past, except for close friends, there were few visitors to the Villa. Zhuo Buqun married two wives.
One of his wives died young, and after traveling around the world more than thirty years ago, he married another wife. Now he has two sons and one daughter. The eldest son, Zhuo Nianchu, was born from his first wife. He is over a hundred years old and has a good reputation.
She has already entered Xianwu and has now basically taken over the affairs of the villa. The second daughter married into the local wealthy Ye family and gave birth to a son. The younger son Zhuo Nianbing is only twenty years old now and just got married this year.
The leader of the Qingyin Sword Sect is his wife.
In recent years, due to problems with his cultivation, Zhuo Buqun has often frowned, shook his head and sighed. Seeing that it was Zhuo Buqun's 200th birthday, his two sons decided to invite relatives and friends to celebrate. Therefore, the number of visitors to the villa has increased significantly recently.
, looking at this situation, I'm afraid that the whole villa will not be able to arrange it on the birthday. Think about it, who doesn't want to have some connections and friendship with the Sword Villa with the same name, whether they know each other or not, they want to see the famous name.
The style of Jianshan Villa.
In the main house, Zhuo Buqun, dressed in a green shirt, sat majestically on the main seat. He was born with a beautiful face and a beautiful beard, and his whole person looked like a fairy. He looked to be only about forty years old.
, there is absolutely no trace of the appearance of a two-hundred-year-old man. As the name suggests, he is elegant and outstanding.
Looking at the eldest son in front of him, Zhuo Buqun sighed helplessly. His original intention was to invite a few close friends to get together and pass on the position of owner of the village to his eldest son, but he didn't expect that he would end up like this.
His past leisurely days are gone forever. Although he is aloof and doesn't like to make friends, he can't keep a straight face when facing people who congratulate him, so he can only greet them with a smile.
"How are the arrangements going?"
Zhuo Nianchu's hair was slightly white, and there were wrinkles on his forehead. He looked like an elder. Hearing this, he smiled and said: "Dad, don't worry, my child is well prepared, and tomorrow will go smoothly."
"Alas!" Zhuo Buqun sighed slightly, thinking of tomorrow's birthday banquet, and for some reason there was a lingering shadow in his heart.
Zhuo Nianchu was stunned and said in surprise: "Dad, why are you sighing?"
Zhuo Buqun shook his head when he heard this, sighing secretly in his heart. Could it be that his cultivation has been stagnant in recent years, which has affected his state of mind. He then said with a smile on his face: "Nianchu, when will your sister Yingxue arrive?"
Thinking of my sister Zhuo Nianchu, she suddenly smiled warmly: "According to the news, Yingxue will probably arrive this afternoon."
"You have suffered so much these years from Yingxue, how is Li'er doing?"
Hearing this, Zhuo Nianchu's face darkened, and then he said in a deep voice: "Li'er's life is saved, but from now on he can't practice martial arts at all. He is no different from a useless person. He will be looked down upon by everyone in the Ye family, including Yingxue."
It will also attract rumors. Dad! This time we must keep Li'er, so what if he can't practice martial arts, at least we will make this child happy for the rest of his life."
Zhuo Buqun's eyes were cold and he nodded: "That's what we should do. Because the rice was ready for cooking that day and because of Ye Tao's kindness, I didn't expect that boy was nothing at all. He was simply a heinous villain. I regret it.
.Hmph! He, Ye Tao, is not much better. He really knows people and faces but doesn’t know their hearts. If he dares to treat my daughter and grandson like this, I will never be done with him!"
Zhuo Nianchu was also very angry, and said with murderous intent in his eyes: "Huh! I should have killed that kid with one sword at the beginning, and it would not have caused Yingxue to suffer for so many years. Dad, let Yingxue just let Yingxue suffer this time.
Xue stays and doesn't go back to the Ye family again. The Ye family doesn't dare to say anything even if he thinks about it."
A hint of helplessness and regret flashed through Zhuo Buqun's eyes, and he said solemnly: "Huh! If Yingxue hadn't been pregnant, how could I have spared that kid so much? His reputation!? I, Zhuo Buqun, have never cared about it, but Yingxue can't.
How will I be a good person in the future, let alone when a child is born in the future, how will I explain to the child, could it be said that his grandfather killed his father?"
Then he shook his head and said: "As for keeping Yingxue, let's make a decision after discussing it with Yingxue."
Suddenly, Zhuo Nianchu chuckled and said: "Dad, I heard that that kid was crippled some time ago and became an inhuman eunuch. Hahaha, he has harmed so many good women, and this time he finally summoned him.
There is retribution.”
Hearing his son's words, Zhuo Nianchu's lips burst into a smile, but a look of worry appeared on his face again, "That kid is inhumane and will definitely change his character. I'm afraid Yingxue's life will be even worse.
It seems that we must keep Yingxue this time, as a father you cannot make the same mistake again and again."
The room fell silent for a moment, and after a while Zhuo Nianchu said with a smile: "Dad, I didn't expect that your prestige is so great. This time, even the Proud World Alliance came uninvited and specially prepared a congratulatory gift."
Zhuo Buqun said disapprovingly: "What's prestige? The most important thing is your own cultivation. Everything else is empty." Then he said with a stern expression: "In the past few years, you have focused your mind on trivial matters, but cultivation matters have been the opposite.
Fall, it’s not okay to keep going like this. You have to know that you will be the master of a village from tomorrow onwards. If your cultivation is not enough, how will you be able to control the situation in the future?"
Zhuo Nianchu smiled awkwardly: "Dad, the kid is awake. Wanyue scolded the kid for this last time. After dad's birthday, the kid will definitely practice swordsmanship hard."
"Humph!" Zhuo Buqun snorted softly and said with a smile: "You are married to a good wife, who is gentle, virtuous, and manages the household well."
Thinking of his wife, Zhuo Nianchu had a gentle look on his face. After a while, he said curiously: "Dad, do you know where grandpa went?"
Zhuo Buqun was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "After your grandfather took over the position of master of the village, he left the village and followed his master. Now he doesn't know where he is?"
"Dad, is it true that grandpa worships the swordsman Ren Yao as his disciple?"
Zhuo Buqun shook his head and said: "It's just a registered disciple. At first, the master thought that my father's qualifications were too poor to be able to carry forward his unique skills, but because of his many years of service, he reluctantly accepted him as a registered disciple."
After hearing this, Zhuo Nianchu exclaimed: "Grandpa, he broke through to virtual martial arts before he was two hundred years old. Such talent is still not good. Master's requirements are too high."
Zhuo Buqun's eyes suddenly glared, and he yelled angrily: "Master, you are the only one who can make rash comments. Huh! I don't want to think about what kind of person Master is, the best swordsman in the world, arrogant to the entire Tianyuan. In our opinion, he is two hundred years old.
If you are not able to break through the virtual martial arts, then you have extraordinary talent, but in the eyes of the master, it is nothing."
Facing his father's anger, Zhuo Nianchu could only lower his head and admit his mistake. After his father's anger dissipated, he said: "Dad, there has been no news from the master since he bravely broke into the Zhengyi sect eight years ago with a sword. What is the master?"
Where have you gone? Could it be...?"
Before he finished speaking, Zhuo Buqun opened his eyes, pointed at him and yelled at him.
"Shut up! What nonsense are you talking about? With how capable Master is, there is nothing they can do about it. Hum! If Master was really in trouble, they would have publicized it all over the world. How could they just stop and let it go?"
Then he snorted coldly: "You have nothing to do here. As a father, you need to be alone. Just do what you need to do and don't bother me anymore."
The master is the person whom his father admires the most, and he cannot tolerate being slandered by others. If he were not his son, he would have drawn his sword against him. Zhuo Nianchu could only smile bitterly and retreat helplessly.