After the flower blooms, there is nothingness. Ziqin doesn't know how Yan Shisan and Xie Sanshao found their own flower...
He didn't even know how Yan Shisan found the nothingness after the flowers bloomed, the nothingness that even Yan Shisan himself was completely swallowed up.
At this moment, Ziqin was walking on the mountain path of Wudang Mountain.
Wudang, starting from the founder Zhang Sanfeng, has been the most important martial arts sect in the Central Plains. It is the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world and is as famous as Shaolin in the world.
Shaolin does not use swords, so when it comes to sword sects, Wudang is naturally the first choice.
Whether it is the unparalleled Thirteen Swords of Eagle and Snake or the Tai Chi Sword left by Zhang Sanfeng, they are unparalleled swordsmanship in the world.
Ziqin came to Wudang to find these sword techniques.
Of course, it's not that I want to learn these sword skills, but that I want to learn them.
The strongest swordsmanship can never be learned, but discovered.
Ziqin knew that his talent was far inferior to that of Yan Shisan and Xie Sanshao. These two people could understand the supreme swordsmanship through the incomparable Buddhist and Taoist things such as birth and entry into the world.
He Ziqin couldn't do it. He couldn't find his way of swordsmanship by putting it down, so he had to pick it up.
Pick up the sword and go find the sword.
Wudang is his first stop, but it is by no means the last.
Just now, he had seen the power of Wudang swordsmanship on Wudang Mountain.
Whether it is the Thirteen Swords of Eagle and Snake with unrivaled offensive power, or the Tai Chi Sword with unrivaled defensive power, he has already seen it.
He used his own swordsmanship, a swordsmanship that was obtained by merging basic swordsmanship with various swordsmanship. This swordsmanship has no name. Perhaps if he insists on calling it, it can be called Ziqin's swordsmanship.
This sword technique is definitely not as good as the Fifteen Swordsmanship, nor can it be as agile as Xie Sanshao, but it is already the ultimate state that Ziqin can achieve now.
With this sword, Ziqin contained all his murderous intent.
That's why this sword is a sure-kill sword. If this sword doesn't strike, it will cause bloodshed.
Therefore, he had killed seven people in Wudang just now, and these seven people were holding Wudang's most famous seven swords.
He single-handedly destroyed the seven most solid pillars of Wudang.
Ziqin believed that there must be many people chasing him down Wudang Mountain at this time. Wudang was a famous sect.
But it is definitely no longer the Wudang of Zhang Sanfeng’s era, just like Shaolin is no longer the Shaolin of Bodhidharma’s era.
Once you enter the Jianghu, it is like being thrown into a dye vat. No one is exempt, and no sect is exempt. Taoism is orthodox, and Buddhism is orthodox. Whoever can explain it clearly can escape.
The mountain road is very wide, and going forward is the road leaving Wudang Mountain. Ziqin only needs to walk a little further to get rid of the pursuers behind him.
There are many roads under Wudang Mountain, leading to different directions from north to south. As long as Zi Qin goes out, Wudang will never be able to catch up with Zi Qin even if he sends out all his troops.
However, at this place, Ziqin had already sat down.
His breathing was not rapid, and he was obviously not tired. There was no one behind or in front of him, and he was obviously not blocked by anyone.
However, when he was about to escape successfully, Ziqin had already sat down. He seemed to be waiting for his enemy to catch up.
There are many strange people in this world, especially in the world of ancient heroes. Basically, no one is not strange. However, Ziqin is not from this world, and his behavior should not be so strange.
Ziqin, who was born alone, has become as strange as the people in the ancient world of heroes.
On the mountain road, Wudang disciples were running panting, and they would never allow that man to leave Wudang Mountain.
One sword destroyed the seven pillars of Wudang. If word spread, Wudang's reputation would be ruined, so they could never let that person leave Wudang.
These people are all the best disciples of Wudang. In fact, after the Seven Swords of Wudang were destroyed, no one dared to send Yong's subordinates again. That would be like giving food to Ziqin.
These Wudang disciples were extremely fast and soon they arrived at the foot of Wudang Mountain. From a distance, they saw Ziqin sitting there.
The Wudang disciple running at the front had a horrified look in his eyes.
They are all elite Wudang disciples, they are not stupid, and they all know what the current situation is.
Although they are elites, they are by no means stronger than the seven swords. Originally, they still had the advantage of being outnumbered, but now, they are already tired soldiers, while their enemies are waiting for work.
Ziqin stood up, with a faint sneer on his lips.
He didn't kill the seven swordsmen on Wudang Mountain, but he cut off the hand tendons of the seven people.
What is the scariest thing in the world? Let me tell you, it is not death, but being crippled.
A peerless swordsman suddenly can no longer hold the sword. The sadness is beyond the imagination of outsiders. Death is only a moment and is not painful. All sorrow and so on are left to others.
However, when a person is crippled, the pain is his own, and it is a lifetime of pain.
Those seven people were the pillars of Wudang. Naturally, they had disciples and good friends. Ziqin had already calculated that someone would follow them.
Ziqin also calculated that they would never catch up immediately and would definitely be slower.
Because Wudang is a well-known and decent sect, this sect will always cover up their ugliness. Even if they want to kill people, they will always find a reason. For example, the person they want to kill is a certain demon.
Of course, Ziqin is not sure that the Wudang in this world is like this. In fact, not all famous and decent sects are bad. It is like Shaolin in the White Hair World, Shaolin in the Smiling World, and Wudang in the Yitian World.
In fact, Ziqin's waiting was only incidental. If he waited for someone to come, he would kill him. If he didn't, he would forget about it.
This time, Ziqin finally found someone.
A massacre, a one-sided massacre. Although the disciples from Wudang were powerful, they were no match for Ziqin's sword. What's more, those Wudang disciples were all exhausted to death.
Ziqin's long sword slashed through the crowd of Wudang disciples, killing one person with each sword strike.
This is not the first time Ziqin has killed a Wudang disciple, nor is it the first time he has killed anyone, but it is the first time Ziqin has deliberately accumulated a killing aura.
Ziqin could feel the sword in his hand groaning*, which seemed to be the groaning* caused by suddenly drinking from the sweet spring when he was extremely hungry and thirsty. With this moaning*, Ziqin's swordsmanship became smoother and smoother.
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Ziqin could feel his energy and spirit solidifying rapidly. The three merged into one and solidified into a stronger aura.
The sharpness in Ziqin's eyes was gradually fading.
Returning to one's original nature is often not achieved through recuperation but through years of accumulation. More often, it is through blood that obscures that light.
Returning to one's original nature, isn't it because the darkness after the blood has solidified has obscured the sharpness of the past.
However, even if that kind of sharpness is hidden, it does not disappear, but becomes more secretive, sharper, and more dangerous.
Thirty-six, forty-two, forty-five, forty-eight.
Finally, forty-eight of the Wudang disciples who chased him died, leaving only one person left.
Ziqin put away his sword and looked at the Wudang disciple calmly.
"Tell your leaders, don't force me again, otherwise I will prepare to let Wudang destroy the clan."
Ziqin's voice was neither high nor harsh, but the young man was frightened. He staggered back a few steps, and suddenly his sword fell to the ground, and he flew towards Wudang Mountain.
Ziqin looked at the young man's back and shook his head slightly. A man who even discarded his own sword would probably never be able to become a swordsman again.
After all, not everyone in this world is like Yan Shisan or Xie Sanshao, and they can all find a deeper way of swordsmanship by throwing down their swords...
After a killing, although Ziqin had condensed his energy, he also felt a little tired. He turned around, stretched and casually picked a road at the foot of the mountain and left. He wanted to find a restaurant now.
Take a hot bath and then drink two glasses.
A swordsman should not drink too much, but unfortunately the first time Ziqin learned swordsmanship he met Lu Xiaofeng, an alcoholic. Even the Snake King had already given up drinking, but he could only stop drinking when he met Lu Xiaofeng.
A person who has just fought often has numb muscles and bones and is too lazy to walk, and Ziqin is no exception. The path he chose is not difficult, but after walking only a few steps, Ziqin already imagined that a carriage would appear.
Just like many people who walk for a long time have imagined that a car will appear in front of them to take them for a ride, Ziqin also had such a fantasy.
Most of the time, such fantasies are basically just fantasies, but Ziqin did not expect that just as he was thinking this, the sound of a carriage running could be heard behind him.
Ziqin turned around suddenly, his eyes widening.
All your wishes come true, it is absolutely incredible that a carriage appears when you imagine a carriage, and what is even more incredible is that the driver is actually a woman, a very beautiful woman.
This is a woman in her twenties. Her face is very thin, but it is not flawless. Instead, she has a few looming freckles on the end of her nose.
This should be very damaging to the beauty, but growing on the tip of this woman's nose adds a bit of purity to her.
Coupled with this woman's picturesque face and her black hair, it is enough to arouse the admiration of any man.
Ziqin was also a man. Although he kept himself clean, he was stunned for a moment when he saw such a superb person. During this moment, the carriage stopped beside him.
"On our way."
The woman leaned forward and spoke, and a faint fragrance floated into Ziqin's nose.
"Hurry..."
Ziqin just said a word and already felt dizzy, much like he was drunk in Xinghua Village, but he knew that this was definitely not drunkenness.
“Smells so good”
Ziqin raised his head insistently, suddenly smiled at the woman, and then fell straight back.
"I thought he was a ruthless person, but he turned out to be a pervert."
The woman was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said to herself, she jumped out of the carriage and carried Zi Qin onto the carriage.
Then, the carriage moved leisurely along the avenue and gradually went further and further away.
Inside the carriage, the wheels were just turning, but Ziqin had already woken up.
This woman's fragrance is obviously very good. An ordinary person would fall asleep just by smelling it and would not wake up for a long, long time. But Ziqin was different.
After starting the world mission, Ziqin's body was filled with the majestic Beiming Qi, so even the best secret medicine in the world could only make Ziqin slightly dizzy.
Originally, Zi Qin had already woken up when the woman picked him up, but when he found out that he was thrown into the carriage, Zi Qin decided to continue to faint...
Traveling on four legs and two wheels is always better than traveling on two legs.
The carriage was not very fast, and it was obvious that the woman was a very experienced driver. Ziqin couldn't help but be curious, who in the world could afford such a beautiful driver.
This question is hard to imagine, but fortunately Ziqin is not a picky person, and fortunately Ziqin already knew the answer very quickly.
When the carriage curtain was opened, Ziqin saw a small courtyard, a big room, and a group of people, led by a woman. This woman was no stranger to Ziqin, but this woman was Murong Qiu.
荻.
Even after reading the original work, he knew how ruthless and poisonous this woman was, but when this woman stood in front of him, Ziqin still had to admit that this woman was definitely the best choice in terms of demeanor and appearance.
What made Ziqin sigh even more was that this woman bowed extremely respectfully to him when they met.
No one would be in a bad mood if he was bowed to by such a woman, but Ziqin was the only exception, because this bow allowed Ziqin to see Yan Dan bowing to Jing Ke, which was basically a bow to beg you to die.
"I guess you already know why I bow to you."
Murong Qiudi's voice was extremely moving, and her eyes were extremely bright, but what she said was very incomprehensible.
However, Ziqin already understood.
"You want me to kill Mr. Xie."
Ziqin spoke slowly, speaking word by word.
He was not Yan Shisan, and he would not be as easily coaxed by Murong Qiudi as Yan Shisan. In fact, this woman had no intention of deceiving him. She had told the truth from the beginning.
"Actually, even if I don't ask, you will have to fight Mr. Xie sooner or later."
Murong Qiudi's voice was still pleasant, but Ziqin had already smiled bitterly.
In fact, what this woman said was indeed true. He and Yan Shisan were the same, and sooner or later he would have to fight Xie Sanshao.
Regardless of the system requirements or his own choice, he and Xie Sanshao will definitely have a battle. They are both the strongest swordsmen in the world. If they don't compete, they will regret it for the rest of their lives.
"Your swordsmanship is not as good as Xie Sanshao, or even Yan Shisan, but your potential is not lower than them. They are strong because they have practiced swords since they were young, and they have the strongest swordsmanship in the world. And you
It's different. Although Dian Cang's swordsmanship is strong, it can never surpass Yan Shisan's Fourteenth Sword, nor can it ever compare to the Divine Sword of the Divine Sword Villa."
There seemed to be something in Murong Qiudi's words, and a hint of surprise flashed in Ziqin's eyes. He heard that there was something in Murong Qiudi's words, but he couldn't believe his own guess, because it was a bit bizarre.
Having experienced so many worlds, Ziqin never considered himself the protagonist, but the meaning revealed in Murong Qiudi's words can only be enjoyed by the protagonist.
"But your swordsmanship is tolerant. You have seen Yan Shisan's swordsmanship. If your swordsmanship contains the breath of the deadly Thirteen Swords, you have seen Xie Sanshao's swordsmanship. So you
There is more of Xie Sanshao's swordsmanship in your swordsmanship. You have included all the swordsmanship you have seen in your own swordsmanship. If you can see enough and strong enough swordsmanship, then you will definitely
Can defeat any swordsman in the world."
Murong Qiudi's voice still continued, but Ziqin's eyes widened. Although this woman had not seen through the existence of basic swordsmanship, she had already seen through the origin of Ziqin's martial arts.
However, this woman's words made Ziqin more inclined to his previous guess that this woman actually planned to give him sword skills.
"Your current swordsmanship is naturally not as good as that of Yan Shisan and Xie Sanshao, but if you can get one or two more peerless swordsmanship, then you will definitely be able to defeat Xie Sanshao. For example, if you get Jing Wuming's ability from back then,
Two-handed swordsmanship, another example is Bashan Gu Taoist's Huifengwuliu Sword, or the swordsmanship of the seven major sword sects in the world."
Murong Qiudi's words were neither more pleasant nor louder than before, but Ziqin was already stunned.
He looked at Murong Qiudi stupidly. He couldn't help but be stupid. Those secret books that Murong Qiudi just spat out just now, every one of them was a bloody storm.
But Murong Qiudi decided to give him all the secret books.
This is probably even worse than the fate of the legendary protagonist.
For a moment, Ziqin didn't know what to say.
"You are really not afraid that I will kill him."
After being depressed for a long time, Ziqin just uttered these words.
This sentence seems to be a bit unbelievable. Murong Qiudi hated Xie Sanshao to the core. If Ziqin really killed him, it would only make Murong Qiudi excited and happy, but he would not be afraid.
This question is really incredible.
However, Murong Qiudi's expression was already stunned. The momentum of her previous talk had disappeared, and there was actually a look of loneliness in her eyes.
"Do you know what is the most painful thing for a woman?"
Murong Qiudi suddenly spoke.
"If a woman is willing to give birth to a child for a man, it means that the woman truly loves that man. However, if a woman uses her child as a tool to retaliate against the child's father, it means that the woman hates the child to the extent that she loves him. You know what I mean.
?”
Murong Qiudi did not answer her previous question, but Ziqin no longer wanted to know the answer.
If a woman can hate so much, why should she recall the source of her hatred again?
Ziqin didn't want to, and didn't dare to let Murong Qiudi recall that this woman was possessed by a demon. If she suffered one more time, she might destroy the whole world with her.
What's more, the answer is no longer important. What's important is that this woman will give him those secret books, those secret books that every swordsman dreams of.
Ziqin is not a good person, and he has no feelings for Mr. Xie.
If there was one swordsman in this world that he admired, it was Yan Shisan.
In Ziqin's mind, the highest level of sword moves is the fifteenth sword of the Thirteen Deadly Swordsmanship. That move is already the ultimate in skill and the ultimate in all variations of sword moves.
Many times Ziqin didn't know whether he admired Yan Shisan or the fifteen swords.
Many times Ziqin even had the urge to learn the fifteenth sword for a while, a sword technique that should not belong to the human world.
It would probably be a blessing for a swordsman to die under that kind of sword attack.
"I'm afraid your time is running out."
These were the words Murong Qiudi said when he sent those secret books. After these words were finished, only Ziqin and the sword manuals were left in the entire empty room.
