The weapons on the first floor of the Shenbing Pavilion look ordinary. They don't have any radiance or sharpness, they are just placed in ordinary places.
Xu Zimo walked in, and there was a faint smell of rust in the air. Disciples of the Zhenwu Holy Sect rarely came here to choose weapons, so many of the mortal weapons built on the first floor were covered with dust because they had been there for too long.
At the door of the first floor, an old man was sleeping on a recliner. He watched the arrival of Xu Zimo and the others, took a look with interest, and then said: "You can choose any of the weapons inside, and each person can only pick one. Leave.
Just tell me when the time comes."
After the old man finished speaking, he turned over and continued to sleep with his eyes closed.
"What's your attitude?" Zhang Zhongtian said angrily.
"It's okay," Xu Zimo shook his head, took a deep look at the old man, and then walked in.
He didn't have too many choices and walked directly to the corner, where a wall was covered with densely packed weapons.
Swords, guns, and clubs are things that ordinary people rarely even hear about. In short, there are all kinds of weapons.
Xu Zimo's eyes were attracted by an inconspicuous knife in the lower left corner among the many weapons.
The knife is five feet long, the blade looks very sharp, and the blade has a slight curvature.
It weighs more than ten kilograms in the hand, and the handle is separated by layers of grid ripples, making it very heavy in the palm of the hand.
"That's it." Under the surprised gaze of guard Zhang Zhongtian, Xu Zimo directly picked up the knife and walked towards the old man at the door.
The old man was woken up and seemed a little reluctant. He glanced at the scimitar Xu Zimo chose and said, "Okay, it's yours now. Get out of here and don't disturb my old man's sleep."
Xu Zimo nodded, said nothing more, wrapped the scabbard behind his back, and left.
"By the way, its name is Ba Ying," the old man's voice suddenly came from behind.
"Ba Ying, of course I know," Xu Zimo raised a smile on his lips, and without looking back, his figure gradually disappeared into the breeze.
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Xu Zimo is convinced that he will remember what his father once said throughout his life.
"A true swordsman is one who can awaken the spirituality within the sword and then be recognized by the spirituality."
In his previous life, Xu Zimo didn't pay attention to this sentence at first. In his opinion, any weapon is just a killing tool, and there is no need to give it other meanings.
Until the battle at Youlongjian, when Ba Ying was cut off by the protagonist Chu Yang's weapon.
At the moment when the knife broke, Xu Zimo truly felt the scream from the weapon.
It was then that he suddenly woke up, but it was too late.
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Then Xu Zimo returned to the small courtyard where he lived. He sat cross-legged and began to practice.
In his previous life, he first practiced the "Nirvana Jue" of Emperor Three Blades.
After cultivating to the Emperor Meridian Realm, Xu Zimo finally embarked on his own martial arts path.
Abandoning the Jue of Nirvana, he began to research, reason, and create brand new techniques of his own.
Xu Zimo named his method "Only Self-Contained Judgment".
This exercise focuses on the past, present, and future.
Once completed, you can trace the origin of time, relate to yourself in the past and future eras, and span several time and space.
Unfortunately, in his previous life, after deducing this technique to the realm of divine veins, Xu Zimo found that he had a knot in his heart and could not move to the next level no matter what.
That's why he went to Chu Yang to resolve his knot, but he didn't expect that he would lose so miserably.
But this rebirth gave Xu Zimo a flash of inspiration, and he had more inspiration for the future and the past.
He believed that he could definitely perfect the technique and step into the level above the divine vein realm.
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Deducing one's own skills is the path that every practitioner must eventually take, because no matter how strong the skills left by others are, they can only be learned from, and they cannot be 100% suitable for you.
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Xu Zimo continued to deduce it like this, practicing until dawn, stood up and stretched.
Despite not sleeping all night, he still felt full of energy.
This is the benefit of cultivation. He is now at the ninth level of the mortal realm. Even if he doesn't sleep for seven days and seven nights, he will only feel a little tired at most.
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When the sky was bright, Lin Ruhu arrived at Yannan Peak early and came to play with Xu Zimo.
He was carrying a big sack on his back, and his expression looked treacherous. He turned his head every step of the way, as if he was secretly guarding against something.
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"Ruhu, what's wrong with you?" Xu Zimo asked curiously after washing up.
"Brother Zimo, let me show you something good," Lin Ruhu chuckled and opened the sack on his back.
I saw two unconscious chicks sitting quietly inside.
The two chickens are golden yellow all over, their combs are dark purple, their feathers are neatly arranged in rows and rows, and their tails have a touch of bright red.
The chicken's mouth is like jade, transparent and pure. The first impression of these two chickens is extraordinary.
"Holy Chicken of Medicine?" Xu Zimo asked in surprise: "Where did you come from?"
"Ah, I went to the Great Elder's Tianxia Peak to play with Liao Ruyan in the morning, and then I saw these two chickens abandoned on the ground. I felt pitiful, so I took them out." Lin Ruhu opened his innocent big eyes and flashed them.
Said in a flash.
"Did you steal this?" Xu Zimo said suspiciously.
"How can a scholar's thing be called stealing?" Lin Ruhu argued unconvincedly: "I picked it up by chance."
"It doesn't matter to me, it's the great elder's pet anyway," Xu Zimo smiled lightly and said to Lin Ruhu: "I heard that the Holy Chicken of Medicine has been growing up taking elixirs since childhood, and every piece of their meat contains strong spiritual energy.
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There just happen to be two here, one is braised and the other is steamed."
"Okay, okay," Lin Ruhu licked his lips and said excitedly.
"It is a waste to use ordinary firewood to braise this sacred chicken of medicine." Xu Zimo thought for a while and said to the guard Zhang Chongtian: "Go to the Ancient Medicine Peak and cut down some branches of the spiritual tree."
"Sir, those ancient spiritual tree medicines are the Second Elder's pet peeve," Zhang Chongtian said awkwardly: "If the Second Elder knew that I cut down his branches, he would definitely skin me."
"No," Xu Zimo explained: "At this time, the second elder should peek outside the door to watch the female disciples take a bath, so they won't find you."
Zhang Chongtian hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Sir, if something happens, you have to make the decision for me. They are all yours now."
"Don't worry, you'll be fine with me here," Xu Zimo assured: "Also, you are my guard, not my person. Make the relationship clear. It is easy for others to misunderstand you."
