After listening to Wei Sheng's music, Bei Mingxiu already had a clear understanding.

The gentlemen at Momei Villa have already planned to train him in their own way.

Sure enough, the next morning, Mingdao was waiting at his door early.

What he wants to teach Bei Ming to practice is the way of the sword.

The name of Mo Jian Ming Dao has long been very famous in the human world, so when Ming Dao proposed to compete purely with sword moves, he was very energetic and agreed to the competition.

However, the result was a huge blow to him.

After only three moves, the Han Ming Sword was knocked down. Ming Dao silently took back the branch he had just broken off and frowned: "You are too confident."

Bei Mingxiu picked up the Hanming Sword and said, "Indeed."

Yes, he was too confident in the Hanming Sword in his hand.

He had been paying attention to Ming Dao's movements, and wanted to use his sword to break through the opponent's movements at the moment he was sure.

Although the first sword was evenly matched, his movements were much slower. It was not until Ming Dao's second sword was in front of him that he reluctantly swung the second sword.

And that third sword, he couldn't block it no matter what.

Ming Dao drew his sword so fast that he had no time to react. As if in just an instant, the branch would fall on him, but he could not judge its trajectory at all.

Bei Mingxiu thought of the four monkeys on Wu'an Sword Peak again.

It took him a lot of effort to defeat the four monkeys, and he benefited a lot in the process.

But now, in the same sword fighting competition, Ming Dao is countless times stronger than those monkeys.

He wanted to use speed to defeat speed, but Ming Dao's sword was faster than him.

He wanted to strike first and wait for the opportunity to move, but Ming Dao blocked all his movements with one sword.

He wanted to use his explosion to create a chance of victory, or hold on with his horizontal sword, but before he could even draw his sword, the Han Ming Sword was shot down.

Bei Mingxiu originally thought that he already had a certain level of strength in swordsmanship, but now he was defeated by Mingdao in three moves, only to realize that his swordsmanship was so insignificant in front of a real swordsmanship master.

He took a deep breath, held his sword in front of him, and said, "Come again."

Mingdao saw that he was not discouraged because he was defeated by his three swords, so he smiled and said: "As you wish."

Bei Ming repairs the horizontal sword and prepares for it.

The fact that he was able to suppress the Fifth Light Marquis with swordsmanship was largely due to his incomparable familiarity with Canglang's swordsmanship and his ability to possess both Canglang Hanming and Cangming's swordsmanship. This does not mean that his swordsmanship is

It is higher than the fifth Qinghou.

Now he has determined that Mingdao knows more than just the Canglang Sword, and winning in sword moves may be as difficult as climbing to the sky.

But he still wanted to try.

This time he persisted in five moves.

Mingdao smiled as he watched Bei Mingxiu pick up the Hanming Sword again, and said, "Can you tell what sword move I used?"

Bei Mingxiu shook his head.

This time he still tried his best, even in the first three moves

He was not suppressed too hard in the middle, but Ming Dao's fourth sword was not very disciplined, but his fifth sword was extremely jumpy. The two swords combined, which suddenly disrupted his sword path, causing him to lose cleanly.

He didn't know what kind of sword it was, but it was definitely not the Canglang Sword.

Mingdao cleared his throat and said: "My first three swords are all sword moves in the Canglang Sword. They were originally used to test your mastery of the Canglang Sword Technique. You did a good job in this regard."

"But for the last two swords, your response can only be said to be quite satisfactory."

Bei Mingxiu said clearly: "There are thousands of sword techniques in the world, and Cang Lang and Han Ming are not the only ones."

Mingdao said happily: "Yes, although Canglang Sword Technique and Han Ming Sword Technique are both top-notch sword techniques in the world, if you practice one of them to the extreme, you can be unparalleled in the world. Your father and brother Shang are the two best examples.

."

"But the path you took...is different from all of them."

Ming Dao paused and continued: "You are ambitious and greedy. You want to master the two sword techniques so that you can have the best of both worlds. But in fact, when you practice one sword technique to the extreme, even if

That is just the most common and ordinary swordsmanship in the mountains and fields, but you can overcome its shortcomings and still reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship."

Bei Mingxiu said thoughtfully: "Are you trying to persuade me that I can't chew off more than I can chew, so why not just specialize in one subject?"

Mingdao smiled and said: "That's the reason. Although your Cangming sword technique looks mysterious, in fact, in my eyes, it is not considered superior sword technique."

Bei Mingxiu nodded and said, "I understand, but it's just a prototype."

"This is the path I have chosen myself, and I will never give up halfway."

Mingdao said: "Even if this road is very difficult?"

"I have sworn since I was a child that I will make the Holy Pavilion pay the due price. Isn't this path more difficult than practicing swordsmanship?" Beiming practiced a sword salute and continued, "And you seem to be very greedy."

Mingdao smiled and said: "Indeed, I am also a greedy person. I plan to gamble but not to be careful."

"But this is indeed the path of cultivation that suits me best."

Bei Mingxiu knew this was true.

Mo Jian Mingdao, the sword he uses is never an ordinary sword, but a Mo sword condensed from his own spiritual ink.

Lingmo is ever-changing, so naturally his sword cannot stick to one place.

Just like just now, his fourth sword was the sect sword of Cangwu Academy that was destroyed a hundred years ago, and his fifth sword was the Changkong Sword of Xuefeng Sword Sect on Tianshan Mountain. These two swordsmanships are completely different and even vaguely conflicting.

It was so easy and natural to be connected to him.

Mingdao's swordsmanship was obtained from the vast collection of books collected by Wen Xingyao, one of the five ancient immortals, who was the real founder of Momei Villa for hundreds of years. His experience in swordsmanship may be higher than that of Shang Yunjian, who does not like to read.

, his advice on kendo cannot be ignored by anyone.

Bei Mingxiu thought about it seriously and said, "Neither the master nor the master wife objected to my choice."

Mingdao raised his eyebrows slightly.

Bei Mingxiu continued: "And I think this is what I should

The way to go."

Mingdao said playfully: "You won't regret it?"

"Maybe in the future." Bei Mingxiu said with a faint smile, "But I will do my best first."

Ming Dao laughed when he heard this, without hiding his voice at all. The laughter was so loud that it seemed that even the wind in the Merlin Forest was a lot stronger.

Then he suppressed his smile, gave Beiming Xiu a thumbs up, and said: "Not bad, I haven't tried it, who knows what the result will be?"

The branch in his hand pointed at Bei Mingxiu again, and along with his voice, a faint spiritual ink painted a layer of darkness on the branch: "In that case, prove your determination to me."

"Use all your strength, as long as you force me to take a step back, you will win this game."

Bei Mingxiu's eyes became extremely serious and he smiled and said, "Don't regret it."

…

On this day, the disciples of Momei Villa who chose to study in Momei Forest discovered a magical phenomenon.

There is a thin layer of frost on some plum trees, and ice ridges hang down from the leaves. Some disciples who do not have spiritual power can still feel the coldness when they approach. If it were not for the warm weather now,

They all think it's winter now.

At this time, by the ink pool, Bei Mingxiu was washing his face. No matter how he washed, he just couldn't remove the little ink stain on his left face.

His breathing was rough and his eyes were cold. In short, he was very unhappy.

Mingdao looked at his expression helplessly, his peripheral vision lingered on the broken corner of his clothes for a moment, and he said sheepishly: "You are a little stronger than I thought, so I couldn't help but use a little more force...

Anyway, it will dry out naturally after an hour, so just bear with it."

Bei Mingxiu said dissatisfied: "I won."

Mingdao smiled and said: "I didn't mean it, can you just forget it?"

Bei Mingxiu repeated seriously: "I won."

Mingdao was helpless. After all, he was really forced to take a step back by Bei Mingxiu, and even accidentally stamped a mark on his face. He was wronged first, and then met Bei Mingxiu, a master who refused to suffer, so

I can only compromise: "Okay, what compensation do you want?"

Bei Mingxiu thought for a while and said, "I haven't thought about it yet, so I'll just owe it to you first."

Mingdao sighed and said, "I really don't know why you are so serious."

Bei Mingxiu said: "Maybe it's because I've been good at seizing opportunities since I was a child?"
Chapter completed!