The spiritual sword master's training qualifications are divided into root and understanding. The young man in front of him can only be considered to have average spiritual ability, but his high understanding is evident from the fact that he can use the Great Zhoutian Sword Technique to induce the spiritual energy of heaven and earth without a spiritual sword. However, his understanding
This thing is too weak. It cannot be seen by looking at it. There is no intuition based on the base. Generally speaking, the Sword Sect selects its disciples based on spiritual roots. It is normal to miss some geniuses with extremely high understanding.
The young man relied on some moves of the Great Zhou Tian Sword Technique to restrain several spirit sword masters who had the first and second levels of sword cultivation. He actually didn't even catch a hair on the young man, and was exhausted running for his life.
The face of the man named Huya suddenly became very ugly. He didn't know whether it was because of the unsatisfactory performance of his subordinates, or because he was afraid of clashing with Mo Wen, or because of both.
A faint cold snort passed into his ears, Huya's livid face suddenly turned pale, he drew out the spirit sword with a cry, and without hesitation slashed the sword on the shoulder of the subordinate closest to him, and cut off his left arm.
Cut off at shoulder level.
"ah!"
A shrill howl came from the mouth of the subordinate, who fell to the ground clutching his shoulder with blood gushing out. Several other people were also frightened, and stared blankly at the man with the broken arm rolling and wailing on the ground.
The young man was very smart and took the opportunity to break out of the encirclement and rush towards the alley. However, just after he ran four or five steps, a soft wind wrapped around her body like a snake, and then the whole person flew into the clouds.
He flew backwards and fell in front of Da Hui's tall head.
"oops!"
The fall was sudden, and the boy let out a clear scream of pain, which was completely different from the hoarse voice just now. The leather hat on his head was also thrown off, and his long black hair spilled down.
"A girl?" Huya looked at the young man in a daze, forgetting his purpose for a moment.
Mo Wen looked at the girl who was curled up on the ground and trembling slightly, and turned his gaze to Huya. This person's ruthless determination surprised him. He cut off his arm immediately without hesitation, but he had to say that this person
His approach was very successful. As long as it wasn't some bloodthirsty spirit sword masters, they probably wouldn't hold him accountable anymore. At least he no longer had the interest to argue with these people.
Dahui yawned at the few people, and a strong wind appeared out of thin air, blowing Huya and the few men away, and they didn't know where they were blown.
Quietly looking at the girl curled up on the ground, he said calmly: "Get up."
The girl's slightly trembling body trembled obviously, but she did not dare to go against Mo Wen's words at all. She got up from the ground and stood timidly aside, looking down at her toes, not daring to raise her head at all.
Mo Wen shook his head slightly, was he so scary?
"Who did you learn the Great Zhou Tian Sword Technique from?"
"I, I, there is a sword hall run by a spirit sword master in the city, and I secretly visited it."
"Is there anyone else at home?"
"No, no more." The girl's voice became obviously lower.
Mo Wen looked at the girl who looked like a frightened deer and hesitated a little. He could feel the girl's resistance and fear of him, which made him confused. But in the end, he still couldn't bear to give up on this good prospect, mainly because he was with him now.
Without anyone to help him, Dongfang Ming had to let him go in the end. It was inconvenient to stay with him, so he stayed at Hidden Sword Gate.
"I am short of a swordsman beside me. Are you willing to follow me?"
Ling Xueer closed her eyes, and sure enough! A feeling of sadness brewed in her heart, and she said in a dull voice: "Thank you for your favor, sir, but it is up to you to make the decision."
Mo Wen felt a little angry and weird in his heart. Why did he feel like those corrupt officials and bullies in the secular world forced good girls into prostitution?
"This is the sword for you. Use this spiritual stone to change into clean clothes."
A spiritual sword with a faint spiritual light and a second-level spiritual stone were thrown into Ling Xueer's arms.
"Spirit Sword!"
Ling Xueer was extremely pleasantly surprised and hugged the spirit sword tightly into her arms. The second-level spirit stone that could allow her to live without worries for three years did not cause much reaction from her. Fortunately, she still remembered her responsibilities, and some
He raised his head in surprise: "Aren't you going to register?"
Ling Xueer didn't notice that her words obviously transcended her identity, but Mo Wen didn't care about it and took a look at her little face that was darkened by something unknown: "Are you going to be my sword attendant like this?
"
Ling Xueer blushed slightly when she thought of her sloppy outfit, but it was hard to tell because it was dyed dark. She was obviously resistant to Mo Wen accepting her as a sword servant, and subconsciously she was a bit broken, so she had no identity.
The servant was respectful and turned around to buy some clothes to dress up.
Half an hour later, a handsome young swordsman with red lips and white teeth appeared in his sight. The pure white tight-fitting sword robe, maybe it was related to the climate here, the material was a kind of monster leather, but it was extremely soft and not heavy.
, releasing warmth slightly, the fabric of the clothes clung to Ling Xueer's body, highlighting her newly developed and exquisite body. She carried the spirit sword that Mo Wen had just given to her on her back, and her little face was cold and expressionless, but it was suitable.
It's impossible to look serious when you have such a small body like her.
Mo Wen's vague feeling of resistance towards the little girl was inexplicable. Why should he agree if he was unwilling to do so? Wouldn't it be wrong for you to serve as a swordsman for a Jian Gang realm spirit sword master? If he couldn't figure it out, Mo Wen wouldn't think about it.
After saying the word "lead the way", he immediately closed his eyes and rested on the big gray back.
The headquarters of the Tianchi Sword Sect is in the center of Xixue City. It is an independent courtyard. Two disciples of the seventh and eighth levels who raise swords stand at the door meticulously.
The tall and divine figure under Mo Wen's crotch immediately aroused the vigilance of the two disciples. They did not dare to neglect, and they saluted respectfully: "I have seen senior, and I wonder why senior comes to my 'Xue Xue Villa'?"
"I want to seek an elder seat in the Tianchi Sword Sect. I wonder if you will accept it now or not?" Mo Wen said calmly.
The two disciples looked at each other, bowed and said: "Senior is willing to join our sect, and we cannot accept him. Your Excellency, please go to the hall with the junior to rest, and the junior will go and invite the elders of the sect."
After handing the big hui to one of the disciples, Mo Wen followed the other disciple towards the hall. Ling Xueer followed step by step. Judging from her two clenched fists, her heart was not as good as it appeared on the surface.
So calm, for her, how could she have ever imagined that she could be welcomed into the legendary Xue Xue Villa as a distinguished guest? She couldn't help but feel less disgusted with Mo Wen in her heart.
Forget it, as a daughter, what right do you have to pick and choose? It is impossible to stand out on your own here without anyone to rely on. The only way out is to follow a powerful spiritual sword master. Follow this seemingly powerful person.
The spirit sword master is not bad. I just hope that this master will not have any special hobbies, and it is best to be a little younger and more handsome. With complicated emotions, Ling Xueer followed Mo Wen into a spacious living room.
, stood obediently behind Mo Wen, swallowing his saliva from time to time as he looked at the spiritual fruit on the tea table in front of him.
Gulu——
A voice suddenly sounded, and Mo Wen was stunned for a moment. Hearing that the voice came from behind him, a smile couldn't help but appear on his lips. He hadn't been so relaxed for a long time. Without looking back, he grabbed a light blue stone in the jade plate.
The colored spiritual fruit was thrown back casually.
"oops!"
Ling Xueer, who was blushing with embarrassment, was not prepared at all, and was hit on the forehead by the fruit. The fruit was soft and painful, but it didn't hurt much. She was just too frightened. She hurriedly caught the spirit fruit that fell from her forehead. When she saw
The thing in his hand was overjoyed at first, then he pursed his lips, raised his fist and made a fierce gesture at Mo Wen's head, and then took a satisfied bite.
Listening to the crisp chewing sound coming from behind, Mo Wen smiled slightly and felt a sense of warmth.
"May I have your name?"
Ling Xue'er was dealing with the spirit fruit in her hand with all her strength, and her mouth was full of fruit pulp. When she heard Mo Wen's question, she had no time to swallow, and said vaguely: "Ling Xue'er."
"How long have you lived here?"
"Twelve years."
Mo Wen was a little surprised. Ling Xueer looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old, but she didn't expect that she was only twelve years old. It seemed that children in harsh environments mature faster.
"What do your parents do?"
Ling Xueer's eating speed obviously slowed down, and she said in a depressed voice for a while: "They are both spirit sword masters. They settled here because they failed to become masters twenty years ago. Later they met here and met each other twelve years ago.
After giving birth to me, they went hunting with their friends when I was four years old. Later, only their friends came back and took away everything in the house, leaving only a dozen low-grade spiritual stones when they left. From then on
I never saw them again."
Mo Wen was a little lost. He thought of himself as a child. Although he was suffering from illness, he was better than Ling Xueer who lost her parents at the age of four. He didn't know how a four-year-old girl survived. This process must be better than Ling Xueer who lost her parents at the age of four.
My sixteen-year career was much more difficult.
"What are your plans for the future?" Mo Wen asked.
"I want to become a powerful spirit sword master, and then I will find my parents' friends and find out the whereabouts of my parents. Even if they are gone, I will find their bones!" Ling Xueer said very firmly, which made people feel uneasy.
Doubt her determination.
Hearing this childish declaration, Mo Wen suddenly felt inexplicably irritated and stood up from his chair with a rush.
Ling Xueer was startled. The master in front of her suddenly released a cold chill, which made her bones feel cold. This was more frightening to her than the snow wolf she met outside the city. Just then
When she was at a loss, a voice came from the door of the hall, making all the chill disappear.
"Swordsman, do you want to join our sect?"
A middle-aged man wearing a blue robe appeared at the door, looking at Mo Wen with a smile.
Hearing the voice, Mo Wen's out-of-control mood quickly calmed down and he saluted the middle-aged man: "Yes, I'm here."
"I wonder if the swordsman wants to enter the outer gate or the inner gate?" the middle-aged man in blue robe asked with great interest.
"Inner door."
The middle-aged man in blue robe's eyes lit up, he walked in quickly, and asked enthusiastically: "I wonder if the swordsmen have any special skills? For example, alchemy? Weapon refining? The most important thing is the formation."dd