It was raining heavily, and while Feng Xiaozongling was discussing uneasily, there was a slim figure standing in front of more than a dozen corpses in the dense forest.
She looks like a woman, with a figure that is as illusive as mist. She has a beautiful face, and her starry eyes are looking around with great interest.
Those corpses had been completely charred, and apart from some injuries, nothing could be seen from them.
However, the outline of the altar is still there, and the broken and fallen branches and leaves around it can also prove that this place has experienced a fierce battle.
It's obvious that the person who handled the traces and corpses here didn't really care.
The woman's gaze, however, fell on a medium-sized corpse from beginning to end. Her gaze moved with a slight smile.
"It seems like a sword slaying the soul, but it is paradoxical. Is this an old puzzle? It's interesting. This time I came out and saw interesting things."
The girl laughed for a while, then raised her head again, full of curiosity and confusion.
"It seems that he is an innate powerhouse, and he seems to be just starting out with inner energy. Who is this person -"
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On the running carriage, Zong Shou suddenly sneezed and felt a chill all over his body, making him frown.
Usually when he feels this way, it often means an ominous sign that something bad is about to happen.
"Could it be that my previous arrangement was self-defeating?"
After frowning and thinking for a moment, Zong Shou rejected this judgment. The 'innate master' concocted by using corpses and on-site disguises would be the best if he could scare those people. It doesn't matter if he can't scare them.
Shaking his head, Zong Shou continued to focus on what he was doing. In front of him was a yellow talisman with bloody lines drawn on it that looked like ghostly talismans.
But if you look carefully, you can find that these lines are strikingly similar to the last word "luck" in the twelve heavenly symbols on Tianfutai Mountain.
It's just that these strokes are crooked and crooked, but they are even worse than the handwriting written by a three-year-old child.
Zong Shou's delicate eyebrows were also curved at this moment, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes.
"This Heavenly Talisman Seed can actually help me draw the Heavenly Talisman——"
In fact, this Taoist Talisman was not successful, and failed at the last step. However, in Zong Shou's feeling, the reason why he failed just now should be just because he lacked a little soul power.
Without hesitation, Zong Shou took out all the beast soul stones, together with the sealed falcon.
But before that, there was something else that needed his attention.
"Wrong! When you step forward, lean your body half an inch to the left! Lift your right arm up another three points -"
Right next to Zong Shou, Su Chuxue was dancing with her sword, repeating a few simple postures. After hearing Zong Shou's words, she immediately raised her movements, but her little mouth was slightly raised, and she said with some dissatisfaction.
"Young Master, you clearly didn't even look at it just now! How do you know Xue'er is wrong?"
Zong Shou didn't even raise his head, and laid out a piece of talisman paper calmly.
"Nonsense! People who practice martial arts have eyes to see six directions and ears to listen to all directions. If you say you are wrong, you are wrong! It was you who said you wanted to ask me for sword skills. Why don't you listen to the master so soon?"
Chuxue's breath was suffocated, and then she puffed up her small chest: "Then why does this sword have to be tilted half an inch and the right arm has to be raised another three points? What kind of sword principles does it follow? It's just a way of guiding an immortal,
This is how everyone practices!"
Zong Shou sighed softly, knowing that this little kitten would not be easily convinced.
Putting down the pen in his hand and picking up the ordinary stainless steel sword beside him, Zong Shou smiled slightly.
"Then take a look!"
Just when Chuxue's expression was solemn and alert, Zong Shou's figure suddenly swayed. From stillness to movement, with one step, the sword light pierced him diagonally.
It was obviously the same movement as her before, but with just a slight change, it added a bit of inexplicable charm. It seemed like a strong wind was blowing, and the sword light exceeded the limit that human power could reach. Just a sound was heard.
With a sharp scream, the sword was already in front of her.
The green-white sword body even reflected several beams of light, shining towards her eyes. For a moment, she could no longer clearly see the power of the sword coming through the air.
There was a sharp "clang" sound, and Chu Xue took ten steps back. A small face, which had turned into the color of paper, stared at Zong Shou with lingering fear.
At the last moment, she finally blocked the sword. But the huge force coming from the sword made it almost impossible for her to hold the sword. The right hand holding the sword is still trembling slightly to this day.
If Zong Shou's inner aura was stronger and his sword speed was faster, this sword could kill her!
"This is really a guide from an immortal. Young Master, did you not lie to me?"
Carefully recalling Zong Shou's every move just now, it took a long while before Chuxue confirmed that the previous sword was indeed directed by the immortal. The bloodless cheeks immediately turned red again.
"Can this be false?"
For some reason, Zong Shou's expression was also a little changeable. The look he looked at Chu Xue was even more weird. But fortunately, he calmed down after just a few breaths.
"Do you understand? A slight change in posture may mean that the amount of force exerted and the speed of the sword will also increase or decrease accordingly. However, this swordsmanship is not static. Wind speed, terrain, and even light are actually all affected by it.
There is something available!”
If Chu Xue had some realization, she nodded her head half-understanding. Stars were shining in her eyes, and she looked at Zong Shou with a look of admiration and adoration.
Zong Shouze smiled secretly. In this era, this sword style was called Immortal Guiding the Way, and there were many other names. But ten thousand years later, it was uniformly called Small Steps and Slanting Stance.
After more than ten thousand years, countless martial arts practitioners have verified and summarized it, combined with human body mechanics, and successively improved this style, which has surpassed the so-called "immortal guidance" by far.
In terms of sword theory, it is far ahead of this era. It is more than enough to scare this little girl.
However, Zong Shou didn't show any signs of it on his face. He still had a straight face: "I understand, then practice your sword practice as I told you!"
Chu Xue immediately panicked and raised the sword again, and used the "immortal guide the way" method again. But this time, she followed Zong Shou's request exactly.
Sure enough, it was a sword roar, both in terms of sword speed and strength, it surpassed Zong Shou. There was even a faint hint of Gang Qi at the tip of the sword, making the sword's power even more fierce and unparalleled.
Chu Xue was stunned at first, then a bit of joy appeared on her face, and she looked at Zong Shou with even more reverence.
Zong Shou also nodded slightly, slowly put down his sword, turned around, and continued to pick up the wolf-hair pen. However, before he started writing, he hesitated slightly. After a while, his handsome face showed a trace of
A wry smile.
"But Xue'er, from now on, you just need to learn and practice the secret techniques of martial arts. Then don't pay attention to the sword theory, boxing theory, etc. There is no need to learn from me anymore -"
"Eh?"
Chuxue's sword paused again. This time it was really strange. With a look of grievance on her face, she was about to cry: "Young Master, you don't want to teach me anymore?"
"It's not that I don't teach, but it's useless even if I teach. Xue'er, do you know what intuition is?"
Seeing that Xue'er was still puzzled, Zong Shou sighed again, remembering the sword strike not long ago that he expected to never be blocked.
"Xue'er, did you just instinctively know that you had to do that to stop me? This intuition can also be said to be fighting instinct, fighting intuition. In other words, Xue'er, you are better than those brainless monsters who only rely on instinct to fight.
The beast is even more powerful. No matter how swordsmanship, boxing, or the secrets of martial arts, they are all scum in front of you, Xueer—"
Su Chuxue nodded vaguely, feeling a little happy to be praised. Then her head was full of black lines: "Young Master, you must be cursing Xue'er for being stupider than those monsters, right?"
Bar?"
Zong Shou couldn't help but be speechless, with a look of surprise on his face: "It's rare that you actually heard it, Xue'er!"