Ling Jing opened his eyes and scanned the eight stone tablets one by one. He didn't know what kind of material this "Wordless Sword Tablet" was made of. It was dark in color, simple and thick, and did not look like an ordinary mountain rock.
He slowly walked to a stone tablet behind him, stretched out his hand, pinched a protruding edge, and held it tight.
"What a hard stone! With my current strength, I can't even pinch a single stone chip off."
Ling Jing was secretly surprised. He now had more than 600 bone attributes. Coupled with his own internal strength, the force he could hold with his hand would weigh more than a thousand kilograms. If it were an ordinary stone, he would have been pinched long ago.
It was shattered, but this "Wordless Sword Monument" was not even damaged at all.
After a pause, he raised his eyes again to look at the eight criss-crossing sword marks on the stone tablet. The deepest sword mark was almost two inches long. It was really hard to imagine how far the martial arts of the Divine Sword Master had reached back then. He could actually do it.
Leaving such deep marks on this indestructible stone.
"System, did you find anything weird?"
The sun was setting in the west at this moment. Mu Jianfeng once said that the time to understand the relics of the Divine Sword was limited to today, but until now, Ling Jing still hadn't discovered what the missing thing was, so he couldn't help but ask the system.
The system has already perfectly scanned the eight-sided "Wordless Sword Monument" into the database, and has been analyzing its mysteries.
"A total of 3,794 splicings have been completed on the eight-sided stone tablet. Please ask the host if you want to check the pattern?"
"Why have it been combined so many times?" Ling Jing frowned. He just let the system try to splice the shapes of the stone tablets, but he didn't expect that he would end up with more than 3,000 different results.
He pondered for a moment, and he had almost deduced the sixty-four sword techniques on the stone tablet. The most difficult thing now is that he cannot combine the sword techniques into a set. From the current situation, the only clue is that
The eight-sided stele itself.
"Let's get started."
The blue light in Ling Jing's eyes flashed rapidly, and three-dimensional patterns appeared in his eyes. The eight-sided stone tablets were all replaced by blue mesh-like hollow objects, constantly changing their orientation, grouping together, and sometimes even turning completely upside down.
, combined with the bottom and the tops of several other stone tablets.
"This picture is wrong, it's totally different."
"wrong"
"It's not that this pair has any value either."
More than a thousand pictures flashed continuously in his eyes for almost half an hour. Even with his current strong energy, he couldn't help but feel a little tired at this time.
"What a headache." Ling Jing asked the system to pause for a while and rubbed the center of his eyebrows. He saw that the other Tang Hao, Xu Jun and others were also looking at one or more stone tablets with their brows contemplating and not moving much. This was not the case.
Just enough to cover up his own strange behavior.
He secretly moved his inner energy and walked for a short week, dispelling his fatigue a little, and then said to the system: "Continue now."
In front of his eyes, the eight hollow stone tablets were constantly changing positions, either rolling, or standing upside down, and spliced together in various postures. In this way, he saw another three to four hundred spliced pictures.
Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in Ling Jing's eyes, and a hint of excitement appeared on his face.
"Stop! System, enlarge the splicing pattern this time."
The system gradually enlarged the eight hollow stone tablets, and saw that the stone tablet that was originally in the Kun position was placed in the Gen position, and was placed horizontally. The other seven stone tablets were also placed in various ways, completely different from the actual locations outside.
"So that's it. Mu Jianfeng placed the eight-sided "Wordless Sword Stele" according to the directions of Fuxi Bagua, but the actual directions are ridiculously wrong. The eight directions occupied by the Sixty-Four Sword Techniques are clearly wrong.
"
Ling Jing thought to himself and looked carefully at the eight-sided stone tablet in his eyes.
"Is this the posture of a man drawing a sword?"
The eight-sided stone tablets were spliced together in this way, and the stone tablet in the Gen position faintly turned into a sharp sword pointing diagonally to the northwest. In addition, the seven-sided stone tablets gathered together to form a human figure with slightly bent legs and a sword in his left hand pointing diagonally towards the sky.
"Is this a move? But what does this move have to do with the Sixty-Four Sword Techniques?"
Ling Jing frowned secretly. This mosaic picture was the most reasonable one he had seen so far. The human figure's hands and feet, shoulders, legs and knees all coincided with the directions of Fuxi Bagua. It seemed that as long as he was in this posture
If you take action, no matter which sword move you make, you can fully exert its power.
He secretly wrote down this pattern in his mind, and kept the corrected sixty-four sword techniques in mind, thinking: ""Dugu Nine Swords" has a general formula, which governs the entire chapter. If there is no general formula,
Then the other eight swords are like rootless duckweeds, unable to exert their due power at all. So, is this sword-drawing posture used to lead the sixty-four sword techniques?"
Thinking of this, he suddenly closed his eyes, and the system took back all the images in his eyes and stopped displaying the subsequent splicing patterns.
"The eight-way swordsmanship of Gen position!"
Ling Jing's thoughts changed, and a small figure suddenly appeared in his mind. He was holding a long sword in his hand and pointed at the sky. His posture was exactly the same as the shape formed by the previous stone tablet.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
The figure suddenly swayed, and the long sword thrust out continuously, using eight sword moves. The sword light was all circling in the Gen position, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the silver light was bright.
"Yes, this is the real eight-way swordsmanship of Gen position!"
Ling Jing was deducing the sword technique in his mind at this time, and he no longer had the sluggish feeling before. Moreover, when the eighth sword technique was used, the long sword in his hand seemed to be flapping its wings and flying away.
The sword power was definitely much more powerful than any move he had ever learned.
"Go to the Eighth Route Army!"
After Ling Jing conquered all the sword techniques, he became even more powerful after that. With that one move that led the whole story, all the sword moves turned out to be indescribably smooth.
"Qiankun Kanli shakes Gen Xundui!"
The figure in Ling Jing's mind finally finished practicing all the sixty-four sword techniques. The sixty-four moves were executed like flowing clouds and flowing water. At this moment, there was only a "swipe" sound, and the long sword flew out and circled.
Around him, a gorgeous sword shadow formed, amidst the brilliance and murderous intent.
"Is this the real secret skill of the Divine Sword Hou?"
Ling Jing suddenly opened his eyes, recalling the last change, he was truly shocked beyond words.
His heart suddenly jumped twice rapidly. He turned his eyes and saw that everyone else was still observing the stone tablet. Even Mu Jianfeng was still standing in front of the Kun stone tablet at this moment, his brows furrowed and his face full of sadness.
Ling Jing walked to Mu Jianfeng calmly and said with a smile: "Little Marquis, I have always had a doubt in my heart, and I don't know whether to talk about it or not."
After hearing this, Mu Jianfeng finally came to his senses, glanced at Ling Jing, and said with a smile: "It turns out to be Mr. Ling." He was deeply impressed by this master whose sword struck seven bronze bells, and immediately nodded and said: "
Sir, it’s okay to say so.”
Ling Jing said: "Little Marquis, please forgive me for speaking frankly. There is no doubt that the things left on this stone tablet are sword moves, but these sword moves are not enough to be connected into a complete set of sword techniques. If you practice them forcibly, they will probably not be able to do it."
Death due to severed meridians. So”
He didn't finish the rest of his words, he just glanced at Mu Jianfeng and spoke to test him.
Mu Jianfeng smiled bitterly and said: "Master Ling's eyesight is indeed very good. In fact, our ancestors of the Mu family have already deduced these sixty-four sword techniques one by one. The elders in the clan also firmly believe that this is the exquisite sword technique that our ancestors used to dominate the Kyoto."
, but it is precisely because of this that our Mu family has lost many talented people, and since then it has become worse than the previous generation."
The tone was very sad, obviously many of the ancestors of the Mu family died because of practicing this swordsmanship.
Ling Jing felt that Mu Jianfeng was not lying, and thought to himself, it seems that the Mu family has not yet understood the final secret on the stone tablet.
However, he himself had no intention of telling this secret, so he nodded and stepped aside.
Time passed slowly, and finally, the last ray of sunset gradually faded from the mountains, but until this moment, no one present had understood the sword skills on the stone tablet.
"Brother Ling, how about we have a drink together later?" It was getting late, and the marks on the stone tablet looked a little blurry, but Mu Jianfeng had no intention of letting anyone come over to light the torch at this moment, obviously because he didn't want to let anyone come over to light the torch.
People continue to look at the relics of the Divine Sword Lord.
When Ling Jing saw it was Tang Hao, he immediately nodded and said with a smile: "Since it is Brother Tang's invitation, how dare I disobey it."
The two laughed, but then they heard Mu Jianfeng sigh, turned to look at everyone, and said slowly: "Everyone, one day has passed. No matter whether you have understood anything or not, today
The time for observation is over. I will hold a banquet in the chateau afterwards, and I hope all my friends can stay and have a drink together."
Everyone reluctantly looked at the eight stone tablets, but the two of them stopped looking at the stone tablets at this time.
One of them is Xu Jun, the son of a bachelor of Xu University. He is a good hand with a stylus. His expression is calm at the moment, neither sad nor happy. It is obvious that he is very good at nourishing qi.
But the other one looked very strange. He was a young man in his twenties, extremely thin, with a sallow complexion and a stiff expression. He hardly looked like a living human face.
"Why does this person look familiar?" Ling Jing looked at the young man with a sallow complexion, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and he felt like he had seen this person before somewhere.
"Brother Tang, do you know who that thin, yellow-faced young man is?" He secretly sent a message to Tang Hao.
Tang Hao glanced at the man, frowned and said, "He's a new face, I've never seen him before. Does Brother Ling have anything to do with this person?"
Ling Jing shook his head, smiled, and said no more.
