Uncle Wu didn't leave for long. After all, he had to be on guard against the other party trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain. After chasing for a while, he immediately turned back when he saw that nothing could be done. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Mo Wen was safe and sound.
"Master, there are dangers everywhere in the wild. Let's eat some dry food and get on the road quickly." Uncle Wu said solemnly.
Mo Wen nodded silently, and a bad premonition suddenly arose from Uncle Wu's solemn tone.
Under the supervision of Uncle Wu, he drank the bitter decoction, then ate some cold dry food and hurriedly set out on the road. Sitting back in the carriage, Mo Wen stroked a wooden box in the corner with a complicated mood. From now on, this was all he had.
Possessions.
"Mom, don't worry, the child will come back one day. Father, look at it, your son is not a waste, he will grow into the most powerful spiritual sword master in the entire world!"
Opening the box, several sets of clothes were folded neatly. Lying quietly inside, Mo Wen's eyes suddenly became moist. These clothes seemed ordinary, but they were all sewn for him by his mother, stitch by stitch.
. Enduring the grief in his heart, Mo Wen continued to look down.
A dozen yellow paper bags of the same size were piled in the corner of the box, smelling of bitter medicinal stones. Next was a money bag, which contained a gold ticket of 300 taels from Zhao Baozhuang, and dozens of taels of scattered silver.
, three hundred taels of gold is not much, not much, it is enough for an ordinary family of five to live comfortably in the Zhao Kingdom for decades, which is already very comfortable for him who "only has two years to live".
Putting down the money bag, Mo Wen picked up the last item in the box, a sheathed short sword. The sheath was wrapped in a layer of dark gray animal skin with rough texture, which was simple and heavy.
"Xiao Hei..."
There was a hint of tenderness in Mo Wen's eyes. He pulled out the broken sword and gently touched the dark and broken sword body. Suddenly, a faint spiritual light swayed gently, and a faint spiritual power followed the meridians of his fingers.
Rushed into the body.
Mo Wen was slightly frightened, but not panicked. His spiritual sense sensed the weak spiritual power traveling through his meridians, and finally submerged into his Dantian.
The moment the aura submerged into his Dantian, he felt his heart tremble violently, and an ancient picture of vicissitudes appeared in his mind. The earth was desolate, a two-headed demon wolf like a hill looked up to the sky and roared, and a small figure held a hand in his hand.
A dark long sword stood proudly and silently. The black long sword danced gently, drawing a mysterious arc. A black line invisible to the naked eye instantly cut across the monster wolf's huge body. The monster wolf's roar stopped abruptly.
The terrifying body was split in two from the center and fell heavily to the ground.
Mo Wen stared at the picture as clearly as a bystander, his mind completely immersed in the elusive sword like a ghost. The figure's sword replayed over and over again in his mind, forgetting the time and forgetting
Got myself...
"Master! Master..."
The calls seemed to come from a distant space, Mo Wen suddenly woke up, Xiao Hei was still lying quietly in his hands.
"What's the matter, Uncle Wu?" Mo Wen looked at Uncle Wu who lifted the curtain and poked his head in.
"It's getting late, and there happens to be a caravan camping here. We'll stay here for one night and continue our journey tomorrow."
Mo Wen opened the car curtains, and the setting sun was spitting out its last afterglow, turning half of the sky into a dark red. An entire afternoon had passed without even realizing it!
At this time, there was a simple camp surrounded by sharpened logs on the roadside not far in front of them. It was about twenty feet in diameter and about two feet inward. It was surrounded end to end by dozens of heavily loaded trucks.
It forms a second layer of protection. Because the truck blocks the line of sight, the situation inside cannot be seen clearly.
"Uncle Wu, it's up to you." Mo Wen nodded to Uncle Wu and looked away.
At this moment, a slight sound came from his hand. Mo Wen was startled and quickly lowered his head to investigate. Xiao Hei's originally cracked sword body appeared with ferocious cracks, and then looked like a piece of weathered stone under Mo Wen's gaze.
The stone turned into pieces and scattered.
The strange thing is that Mo Wen did not feel sad, but instead felt sincerely relaxed and a little bit of joy of relief. Feeling the faint strange feeling in his heart, Mo Wen showed a smile on his face. He knew that Xiao Hei had not disappeared or that
Instead of being destroyed, it was integrated into one's own body, forming an eternal and indivisible whole with oneself.
With the last trace of Xiao Hei's remaining spiritual power, the gas in his Dantian that looked like sword energy grew faintly stronger, but the biggest gain was the ghost-like, mysterious and sharp sword in Xiao Hei's broken memory!
The sword came out invisible, soundless, as cold and silent as the cold moon, so this sword was named "Leng Yue". Mo Wen decided in his heart the name of the sword style just now.
Uncle Wu drove the carriage to the entrance and exit of the camp, but was stopped by two swordsmen with long swords. Uncle Wu had already responded to this, and he held his hands and said: "Two young brothers, we are coming from Jiangzhou City
, Because something happened at home, I was entrusted by my old master to escort the young master to Yuzhou to visit his relatives. I passed by here today and saw that it was getting late and wanted to use your place to rest for the night. Please do it for your convenience. "
After finishing speaking, Uncle Wu popped out a tael of broken silver. A swordsman stretched out his hand to grab it, weighed it in the palm of his hand, and his tense face relaxed with a smile and said: "You guys wait here first, I will report to the masters."
With a single word, whether it can succeed or not depends on the master’s nod.”
The swordsman's communication didn't take long before he quickly turned back and said: "The gentlemen agreed, but I still have to say the rules. When arriving at the convoy, you must obey the instructions and not act without authorization. In addition, the convoy will try its best to ensure everyone's safety, but what really happened?
The team takes no responsibility for accidents. If you are willing, just follow me."
Uncle Wu had already expected this and raised his hand: "Thank you, my dear brother, for leading the way."
The two swordsmen pushed aside the simple roadblock in front of the camp's exit and let Uncle Wu drive the carriage in. Then the swordsman who was delivering the message for them led them into the inner circle of the camp.
"You just rest here, don't wander around. If you bump into the nobles, no one can save you."
The swordsman led Uncle Wu to a remote corner of the inner circle, explained a few words and left.
"Master, it's cold at night. You should take a rest in the car first, and I'll prepare soup and food." Uncle Wu stopped the car and asked Mo Mo in the car.
"Uncle Wu, I want to get out of the car and take a walk." Mo Wen opened the car curtain and leaned out.
Uncle Wu's expression changed: "Master, your body..."
"It's okay, Uncle Wu. I feel that my health is much better now." Mo Wen shook his head and said softly: "I have been trapped in the villa my whole life. In the last two years, I want to be a normal person."
Uncle Wu felt a pain in his heart and moved his mouth, but still did not say the words of rejection: "Okay, but don't take too long. If you feel unwell, get back to the car immediately."
"Yes!" A hint of joy flashed across Mo Wen's face, he nodded vigorously, and jumped out of the car.
A strange feeling arose in Uncle Wu's heart. Why did he feel like he had been deceived? Also, the young master in front of him seemed a little different from before. As he grew older, the impact of Mo Wen's residual veins became more and more obvious. Under normal circumstances,
If you walk more, you will be exhausted, but the carriage that has been bumpy all afternoon today is still in good spirits, which is a bit abnormal. Under the influence of the seventh-level spiritual sense cultivation, Wu Bo suddenly found that the young master now seemed a bit strange.
The yellow and thin cheeks were less morbid and more healthy, and the thin body did not seem so weak. It was actually full of power, but if you felt it carefully, you couldn't feel it.
No matter how Uncle Wu thought, all Mo Wen's energy was attracted by the various travels in front of him. He had never left the villa since he was a child. For sixteen years, things were the same, and they had nothing to do with the people and things outside.
At most, he met a few guests who visited the villa from a distance. These travelers in different costumes in front of him filled some gaps in his spirit.
These elegantly dressed people are businessmen, and these people with swords are spiritual swordsmen! No, many of their swords have no spirituality, they are just ordinary swords. By the way, they are swordsmen! Swordsmen who do not practice sword energy but only practice swordsmanship.
!And those who neither carry swords nor have spiritual energy fluctuations are ordinary travelers, those are...
Mo Wen looked at them one by one, guessing their identities.
"I don't know what the cultivation level of these spirit sword masters is." Mo Wen looked along and found a total of four spirit sword masters. Two of them were sitting next to the gorgeously dressed businessman in the center of the camp. They should have been hired by the businessman, and
The other two people each occupied a space and looked like they would keep strangers away from them. They must be lone swordsmen.
In the eyes of his "Sword Body", there was a mass of colorless and transparent gas in the Dantian of each of the four people. These gases were light and ethereal, far less thick and solid than the "Sword Qi" in his Dantian, just like the difference between wadding and hard wood.
It's a pity that he has no relevant experience and cannot judge the level of the four people. However, he can judge the quality of the spirit swords in the hands of the four people. They came from the Sword Forging Villa, and they still have the eyesight to distinguish swords under the influence of their ears.
All of his spirit swords were low-grade! And among the low-grade ones, they were not top-notch. At the same time, he also discovered a strange phenomenon, that is, other spirit sword masters could not sense his own existence. Generally speaking, the spirit sword masters cultivated with their own unique spirit swords.
The auras of the spirit sword masters are sensitive to each other. Even if the low-level spirit sword masters cannot judge the strength of the high-level spirit sword masters, the aura cannot be hidden. Including Uncle Wu, the spirit sword masters he saw seemed to
He was not aware of the fact that he was a spirit sword master. This situation puzzled him, and in the end it could only be attributed to his special physique.
"Hey, young man, don't look around. If you piss off those guys, they will try to trick you." A voice came into Mo Wen's ears.
Mo Wenxun looked around, and not far from him, three men were surrounding a bonfire. A casserole was hanging directly above the fire, and they were cooking something. The one who spoke was one of the strong men with a beard on his face.
, holding a heavy iron sword with a skinned unknown animal stuck in it, roasting it over the fire, and it looked almost cooked, with a drop of golden fat falling from time to time and falling into the fire.
There was a hissing sound, and the rich aroma of meat floated over.
Mo Wen couldn't help but swallowed. He used to be nauseated by the smell of meat, but now he had the urge to grab the barbecue and eat it.
"Brother, are you swordsmen?" Mo Wen asked, suppressing his desire.
"The little guy has some eyesight. Yes, we are swordsmen." The bearded man glanced at him appreciatively.
"Then your swordsmanship must be very high."
Hearing Mo Wen's compliment, the bearded man was very impressed and laughed and said: "That's natural, not just bragging. A second-level spirit sword master may not be our opponent if we fight alone."
Comparable to second-level spiritual swordsmen, the strength of the three is at least second-rate swordsman. Looking at the appearance of the three of them, they are all less than thirty. To have such swordsmanship at such an age, their talents are definitely good, but it is a pity that they do not have spiritual skills.
Gen, the highest achievement is only at the level of a super first-class swordsman, that is, a fourth-level spiritual swordsman. Mo Wen guessed something from Beard's words.
"Okay, Third Brother, I'm not afraid of blowing off your beard." The bearded man across from him lightly scolded, smiled at Mo Wen and said, "This little brother, we are destined to meet each other, let's have a drink together.
cup."
This man was wearing a green swordsman's uniform. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, with a well-proportioned figure and a clear face. He had a three-foot-long sword beside him. The scabbard was made of leather and was slightly worn. It should have been of some age.
It's a pity that there is no spirituality on it, it is just an ordinary long sword.
Hearing the man's greeting, Mo Wen felt hot in his heart. Isn't this the uninhibited life of a knight-errant that he has longed for? Regardless of origin or origin, meeting each other means being destined, drinking and eating meat freely, without restraint.
Glancing behind him, he saw that Uncle Wu had not returned from collecting dry firewood, so he walked towards the three swordsmen.
"Come on, little brother, how about you try this snake and mink meat?" Beard smiled and tore off a hind leg of the barbecue and handed it to Mo Wen.
Mo Wen was not polite. He took it and took a bite. His mouth was full of oil. The rich aroma of the meat greatly increased his appetite and he chewed it.
"Haha, little brother, eat slowly, there are still many here." Seeing that his craftsmanship was recognized, the bearded man was extremely happy.
The clear man smiled and shook his head, took a leather bag from his waist and handed it over: "Little brother, drink some wine, don't choke."
Mo Wen was indeed starving. The huge residual sword spiritual power cured his terminal disease and gave him powerful strength, but it could not make up for his physical weakness. It was due to years of weakness and his body was in urgent need of nutritional supplements.
. He had been in a state of excitement since he woke up. Now that he calmed down, he immediately felt extremely hungry. At this time, he didn't care at all. He took the Qing Lang man's wine bag and took a big sip. It was spicy and burning.
The feeling immediately filled the entire taste buds, as if drinking a ball of fire.
"Wow!" Mo Wen spat out, coughing repeatedly, and his pale face turned red.
Mo Wen's look made the three swordsmen laugh at the same time. After nearly ten years of traveling around the world, this was the first time they saw such an interesting young man.
The bearded man smiled the most exaggeratedly. The heavy sword he held trembled wildly. He pointed his other hand at Mo Wen and laughed: "Little brother, this is pure northern liquor. Are you drinking it as water?"
Mo Wen's face was hot and hot. The first time he drank, he drank according to the description in the book of the rangers drinking heavily. Unexpectedly, he made a big fool of himself. However, he did not admit defeat. He knew what strong liquor tasted like. Here's what he said:
I was mentally prepared to drink again, and I took another sip. A ball of fire flowed down the throat into the chest and abdomen, and spread into the internal organs, making the whole body warm. There was a hint of smoke before I was drunk.
"Okay!" The three swordsmen couldn't help but cheer loudly. Mo Wen's performance was undoubtedly recognized by them. They each took out their wine bags and drank from each other over the barbecue.
After all, it was the first time for Mo Wen to drink, and he didn't have much alcohol capacity. After taking a few sips, his head felt a little heavy, but his thoughts were still clear. After being baptized by thousands of residual souls and residual consciousness, his spiritual will was unstoppable.
The visitor was also unprecedented. But even though he was only faint but not drunk, he did not dare to drink anymore. If Uncle Wu found out that he was drinking, he would be worried about death.
"My little brother has a good drinking capacity." The third person among the three who had not spoken a word smiled at Mo Wen. This man was dressed in gray leather armor, with slender limbs and looked extremely flexible.
"Brother is joking. How can I drink? This is my first time drinking." Mo Wen smiled shyly.
"It's your first time to drink this strong drink without changing your expression. You will definitely be one of my generation in the future." The bearded man smiled again.
Perhaps because of Mo Wen's age and appearance, the three swordsmen were not very wary and did not taboo on any topics. Generally, they would answer as long as Mo Wen asked. From the conversation, Mo Wen learned that the three of them were all wandering swordsmen, because
They were like brothers of the opposite sex. The eldest was the clear-cut man named Lin Yi, the second was the man in gray leather armor named Yan Ming, and the third was a bearded man named Hu Mingshan. The three of them were named Hu Mingshan some time ago.
When I traveled to Jiangzhou City, I met a caravan recruiting escort swordsmen, and the pay was pretty good, so I accepted the offer. Today was the first day I left the city with my employer.
Just when a few people were chatting happily, a cold dry cough from behind interrupted them.
Mo Wenxunsheng looked back and saw a skinny old man standing not far behind him, holding his hands behind his back and raising his chin high, looking at Lin Yi and the others with a look that looked down on them with slight disdain.
Seeing the old man and the three swordsmen's expressions becoming slightly solemn, Lin Yi stood up and said, "What are your orders from Manager Yang?"
There was no change on the old man's face, and he said coldly: "Young Master wants to eat wild game. The three of you should quickly go outside the camp and catch one back."
The faces of Lin Yi and the others immediately became a little ugly, but in the end they did not object. Lin Yi cupped his hands and said, "Yes, the next three of you will do it immediately."
The old man snorted lightly, turned around and left without looking at the three of them.
Seeing the gloomy faces of the three newly recognized eldest brothers, Mo Wen asked hesitantly: "What's wrong?"
Lin Yi sighed and glanced at him: "This is your first time going out. There are some things you don't understand. The most dangerous time in the wild is at night. Monsters are the kings of the night. Even the spirit sword master does not have the strength above level five.
I don’t dare to spend the night alone outside casually. It’s getting late now, and it will be completely dark in two quarters of an hour at most. Let’s go out to catch some game at this time..."
Lin Yi didn't say anything anymore. Mo Wen completely understood that the young man didn't take the lives of Lin Yi and the others seriously at all!
Mo Wen was very aggrieved by such an order, but it couldn't change anything. Lin Yi and the others went anyway. Looking at the backs of the three people leaving, Mo Wen was a little stunned. Is this the life of the swordsmen at the bottom of the world?
"Master, why are you here?"
Uncle Wu's voice brought Mo Wen back to his mind. Mo Wen turned around and saw Uncle Wu carrying a large bundle of dry firewood in one hand and two water bags in the other. There was a trace of worry in his eyes as he looked at him.
.
"I just met a few friends and chatted together." Mo Wen explained.
Uncle Wu nodded, not intending to go into details, but simply said: "If you feel uncomfortable, go back to the car."
Mo Wenzheng was a little uninterested, so he responded and walked towards the carriage...
It was late at night, and the entire camp was quiet. Only a shrill wolf howl could be heard from the distant wilderness from time to time. Only the swordsman guarding the camp outside held the hilt of his sword and watched all the movements outside the camp vigilantly. After a hard day's work,
The travelers had all rested early. In the carriage, Mo Wen sat cross-legged and silently meditated on the mysterious mental method obtained from the sword pool. This was his first practice after achieving the sword body. As soon as he started to meditate, he felt a strong
The rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth pours directly into the body from the Baihui point on the top of the head. After passing through the sword veins, it is directly tempered into sword energy and integrated into the Dantian. The cultivation speed is more than ten times faster than before with Xiao Hei! You can feel it very clearly.
The energy in Dantian is growing slightly.
Mo Wen felt a surge of confidence in his heart. If he continued like this, he would soon be able to reach the top of the Spirit Sword Master!
Just when he was in a complicated mood, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest. A coolness penetrated his heart and lungs and penetrated directly into his body from his chest, quickly breaking into his Dantian along his meridians.
That cold power was extremely overbearing and aggressive. Everywhere it passed, there was a numbness that was frozen. Especially after entering the Dantian, the movement of the sword energy seemed to be stagnant! This surprise was no small matter, and it made
He thought of the most feared thing among spirit sword masters: obsession!dd