The tall young man with a proud face seemed stunned as if he had been slapped hard.
The young man continued: "You have the shape of a sword, but no heart. If you continue to practice like this, you will be just a craftsman in the final analysis, not a swordsman."
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, unable to understand what he meant.
The young man seemed to be used to the stupidity of these people, and when he was about to explain further, a voice spoke before him.
"What he means is that you can only copy the swordsmanship of your predecessors mechanically, but you don't have your own ideas.
The so-called craftsman is a craftsman who only needs to remember everything he has learned in his mind and show it accurately.
The so-called swordsman needs to have his own swordsmanship. No matter what kind of swordsmanship he practices, he should integrate it into his own swordsmanship instead of imitating his predecessors.
If you want to become a master craftsman, you only need to study hard and practice hard. Practice makes perfect, which is enough. But if you want to become a swordsman, especially an excellent swordsman, just study hard and practice hard, it is useless!
In previous fights, there were many opportunities where you could easily win by just changing your moves slightly. However, you did not dare to change the swordsmanship moves you had learned, and did not know how to change them at all. Although those swordsmanship moves were barely standard,
But in the final analysis, he is just a craftsman who doesn't know how to adapt.
To say that you are a mess is to look down on you and to be too gentle. You have no understanding of kendo at all and have nothing in your mind, so how can you say that you are a mess?"
Eyes turned to Yang Mu who was talking eloquently.
"Is it you?"
When the tall young man saw Yang Mu, he flew into a rage, "Who told you to break in without permission! Shut your mouth and stop talking nonsense. It's just you who can match me and point my finger at you?"
"What he said is exactly what I wanted to say." The young man looked at Yang Mu with a somewhat surprised look in his eyes and said.
The tall young man was suddenly stunned, his face was ashen, and he was extremely embarrassed.
"I'm Hu Guiyi! Who is your Excellency?"
When the young man saw that Yang Mu looked unfamiliar and was not wearing any Qingmu Sect clothes, he immediately concluded that he was not a disciple of the Qingmu Sect.
"Yang Mutian!" Yang Mu saw that the other party only reported his name, so he only said his name.
However, some people were eager to tell him about his other identity.
"Little Master, this guy is just a low-level liar. What he said just now is definitely just a blind cat meeting a dead mouse. Don't look down on him too much. He came to our Qingmu Sect just to stand up to people like you.
Big shot, you must not let him get what he wants!"
The tall young man spoke loudly, staring at Yang Mu with eyes full of resentment.
He felt that he was humiliated now, but he didn't have the courage to say anything to Hu Guiyi, so he directed all his grievances at Yang Mu.
"Liar?" Hu Guiyi looked confused.
The middle-aged man who had also met Yang Mu before quickly answered:
"Reporting to the young master, this person is full of absurdities. He said that he came to see the sect master, and even said that he was a disciple of the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord! But looking at the entire mountain and sea world, who doesn't know that the Thousand-faced Demon Lord has always been alone, and he has never been alone.
There are no disciples."
Only then did Yang Mu realize that these two guys didn't believe his words at all. It was obvious that they had never really thought about reporting it to him from the beginning to the end!
Everyone in the Qingmu Sect whispered to each other and looked at Yang Mu as if they were looking at a clown, with a bit of disdain.
They had also never heard of the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord accepting disciples.
But this guy insisted that he was a disciple of the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord!
It's nothing more than lying. The key point is that lying like this is totally mindless.
Hu Guiyi asked: "What does it have to do with me?"
Everyone was stunned, and Yang Mu was also a little surprised.
Hu Guiyi stared at Yang Mu, making no secret of his interest in Yang Mu: "To be able to say what you just said, you must also be a sword user?"
Yang Mu nodded.
Hu Guiyi showed some expectation: "Can you let me see your swordsmanship?"
He was not interested at all in why Yang Mu came to Qingmu Sect or who his disciple was. He only wanted to take a look at Yang Mu's swordsmanship.
Yang Mu secretly thought, this guy is obviously a swordsman. Apart from swordsmanship, he obviously doesn't care much about other things.
"My swordsmanship is not for people to watch!" Yang Mu shook his head and refused outright.
Hu Guiyi looked disappointed.
"Haha! I just said, this guy is just talking nonsense." The tall young man sneered.
The round-faced middle-aged man said: "The swordsmanship of the Thousand-Faced Demon King is unparalleled in the world. If you are really his disciple, your swordsmanship will never be any worse. No matter what, you won't even show up in front of my little master."
Not even a sword would dare."
Someone sneered and echoed: "Boy, go back to where you came from. The Qingmu Sect is not a place where people like you can be arrogant!
I suggest that before you get out of here, don’t feel embarrassed and put your three-legged cat kung fu to good use. If my little master is willing to teach you a thing or two, you will benefit a lot throughout your life."
Yang Mu said calmly: "He is not qualified to give me advice."
Hu Guiyi has a very high prestige in the hearts of these disciples. Now when they heard what Yang Mu said, everyone had angry faces. Every word they said was either sarcastic or scolding Yang Mu.
If it weren't for the rules of the Qingmu Sect, they would have long been unable to resist and wanted to beat up this reckless boy.
"I only said that my swordsmanship is not for people to watch, but I didn't say that I don't want to use the sword!"
Yang Mu used his finger to point at the two people he had met at the beginning, as well as the middle-aged man who just sneered and agreed, "You three come forward to be my opponents. As I said again, my swordsmanship is not for
It’s for people to watch, so if you get hurt, don’t blame me!”
The scene suddenly fell silent!
Just now they thought Yang Mu was a coward, but they never thought that Yang Mu was a coward. They were so arrogant!
"Boy, do you think the three of us need to join forces to deal with you? Are you the only one worthy of the three of us joining forces?" The tall young man looked insulted.
Yang Mu said very bluntly: "It doesn't make any sense for the three of you to join forces. At your level, there is no difference between fighting three of you and fighting one. I just think you three deserve a beating, so I plan to replace Qingmu."
The patriarch will guide you."
The faces of the three people suddenly turned as black as the bottom of a pot. If they wanted to say anything else, they heard Hu Gui say:
"You three, don't waste time, just do as he says."
When the young master spoke, the three of them dared not say anything. They stared at Yang Mu as if they wanted to eat him alive. They stepped forward and formed a triangle to surround Yang Mu.
Yang Mu reached out and grabbed it, and a dead branch only half a meter long flew into his hand.