"How can I help?" Shili Changkong asked calmly without questioning.
"I have here a copy of the "Yin Tian Sword Technique" practiced by Emperor Yin Tian, and the "San Cai Sword Formation" left by Emperor San Cai in the past," Xu Zimo said slowly.
The current state of Shili Changkong is that it lacks experience and has no reference to the paths left by its predecessors.
Although Xu Zimo can casually name several Great Emperor Kung Fu techniques, the preciousness of these Kung Fu techniques is actually unimaginable.
At least in a realm like Ten Miles Sky, I have never been exposed to the Great Emperor's technique.
This also corresponds to the old saying that after ten years of hard work, it is better to have a good pregnancy.
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"What are the conditions?" Shili Changkong naturally knows that there is no free lunch in this world.
"I'm going to form a force and want you to manage it," Xu Zimo said.
"Impossible, I won't be your subordinate," Shili Changkong shook his head resolutely, "My swordsmanship is unstoppable. If I really depend on others, my heart will not be clear, and there will be no way to talk about the path of swordsmanship."
"A swordsman should have an unyielding edge, but he should also be restrained when sheathing," Xu Zimo said with a smile, "Just like a human being, sometimes you have to hold your chest and head high, and sometimes you have to bend your waist and apologize."
Looking at Shili Changkong's thinking eyes, Xu Zimo continued: "Perhaps some people's martial arts are really about moving forward bravely and never retreating.
Just like the Three Sword Emperor of the past, he went to an extreme. For him, there was no defense at all.
Even if he is defeated by someone else's sword, he will never flinch, and his sword will never be timid.
But you are by no means an extreme person like the Three Swordsman, otherwise you would not hide in this small village and be willing to be a blacksmith.
Your sword should be able to move forward and retreat freely. When it is unsheathed, it should have the energy to shatter the sky. When it is returned to its sheath, it should hide your strength, bide your time, and return to your true nature."
Hearing Xu Zimo's words, Shili Changkong's heart was a little shaken, and he pondered for a long time.
I feel like I've grasped something, but I feel even more confused.
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"I will leave tomorrow. You can seize the opportunity yourself. For me, a warrior in the Venerable Pulse Realm is not too rare. I just happened to pass by here and I am just a pity for my talent." Xu Zimo stood up and walked slowly towards the house where he lives.
go.
"But for you, this kind of opportunity doesn't come often.
Even if someone can come up with the Great Emperor's Kung Fu, it may not be more suitable for you than these two books I have."
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Looking at Xu Zimo's retreating back, Shili Changkong's frown deepened. He lowered his head and pondered for a long time.
Late at night, Shili Changkong stood up firmly, picked up the iron sword he had just forged, and walked step by step towards the village.
The strong wind blew up dust all over the sky, and his figure gradually disappeared in the wind. The thunderous sword master from back then seemed to have returned.
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The whole night was speechless. Early the next morning, the sun shone quietly. Xu Zimo practiced all night and felt full of energy.
"It's strange, nothing happened last night," Feng Buyu said.
"You still hope that we will be in danger," Xu Zimo replied with a smile.
He stretched and then walked out of the house with everyone.
As soon as they walked out of the house, everyone felt something was wrong.
Quiet, so quiet, the entire Baihuang Village fell into a deathly silence.
There is a faint smell of blood in the air.
Feng Buyu kicked open the doors of the houses on both sides of the street, and a particularly choking smell of blood came out from inside.
All the villagers were killed while they were sleeping last night, including the village chief Wang Tao who received everyone last night, and now he fell in a pool of blood on the bed.
"Everyone is dead," Feng Buyu said after a moment of silence.
"I finally know what's wrong," Xiao Yu shouted from the side: "Since we came here last night, we haven't seen any old people, children or women. All the villagers in this village are young and strong men."
After hearing Xiao Yu's words, everyone also reacted.
"These people are definitely not ordinary villagers," Feng Buyu frowned and thought, "But who killed them?"
"Ten Li Changkong, it seems you have made a choice," Xu Zimo looked indifferent the whole time.
Even when he saw an entire village being massacred, he was not surprised at all.
He fetched a bucket of water from the well in the village and then finished washing himself.
"Junior Brother Zimo, do you know something?" Feng Buyu asked doubtfully.
He felt that Xu Zimo was too plain, even when he saw so many people dying, he didn't even frown.
"Why bother with these things? It's irrelevant and meaningless," Xu Zimo shook his head with a smile and walked out of the village.
"Let's hurry up and try to reach Tianjian City by noon."
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Several people had their own thoughts and rode their Feimo horses slowly towards the outside of the village.
When we were about to reach the entrance of the village, a man suddenly ran out from the house next to us.
"Help, help me," the man was seriously injured. He kept vomiting blood from his mouth and was already dying.
Xu Zimo dismounted and slowly came to the man, looked at the man's pleading eyes, and then picked up the scimitar behind him, Ba Ying.
The man's body was separated with a knife.
Before the man died, he still had a praying look in his eyes.
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Feng Buyu on the side wanted to say something, but after opening his mouth, he finally fell silent.
He felt that Xu Zimo was too cold-blooded. If he rescued the man at this time, he might be able to find out who massacred the village.
Xu Zimo killed the only survivor, and the clues were cut off.
Or were these villagers killed by Xu Zimo?
But last night Xu Zimo was in the room the whole time and never went out.
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Xu Zimo looked at Ba Ying, who was drinking blood for the first time, and inserted it into the scabbard.
Then he rode the desert horse and ran quickly towards the outside of the village.
Now not only did Guang Fengbai couldn't understand, but even Xiao Yu and Tang Huaiyuan also looked puzzled.
Black Thirteen followed Xu Zimo quietly, he didn't care about these things.
His duty is only to protect Xu Zimo's safety.
And Lin Ruhu, as always, in front of the melon-eating crowd, this guy also has a big heart.
He has absolute trust in Xu Zimo. In his opinion, no matter what Xu Zimo does, it makes sense.
You will naturally tell him what you want to say, and if you don’t want to say it, he won’t ask.
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As soon as a few people left Baihuang Village, they saw a man waiting in front of them.
Shili Changkong was dressed in white, riding on a cracked brown horse, with a golden sword hanging on his waist.
He has black hair hanging behind his back, and his eyes are like sharp swords, with an unstoppable sharpness that makes people dare not look directly at him. From a distance, he looks quite graceful and graceful.
"The people in this village are all bandits," Shili Changkong explained calmly.
