Chapter 73 Is it so dangerous to be a Lingzhi husband?
"It takes less than a year to find the sense of the sword, which is not too slow. So Chen Mou, you just need to deal with it. I have to put a lot of pressure on you."
Cui Xiao watched Junior Brother Chen practice the Nine Palaces and Nine Swords move by move. He had a satisfied smile on his face and no longer looked at people with his nostrils. After a few words of instruction, he said: "Your sword sense is known for its 'agility'.
Since your nature is compatible, I will teach you a few sword techniques that match your sense of sword and exert your power to enhance your ability to protect yourself."
Chen Mou happily held his sword and said, "Senior brother, please worry about it."
He finally managed to keep the clouds clear and see the moonlight, and he finally got what he wanted and learned the trick he had been dreaming about.
Cui Xiao did not teach the swordsmanship immediately, but asked: "Can you tell me what you felt when you mastered the sword sense?"
He would not hesitate to inquire about other people, but Junior Brother Chen was an exception.
The soft iron armor he sent out didn't have much practical help for the genius' sword mastery. He used a dual method of pressure and provocation.
"'Follow your heart', practicing swordsmanship is the same as being a human being."
Chen Mou smiled and expressed his feelings.
Those who understand will naturally understand, but those who don’t understand will be in vain no matter how much they say.
Cui Xiao nodded thoughtfully and said with a smile: "My original experience was 'like a fire'. With one sword strike, there is no one in front of me."
Chen Mou finally understood where Senior Brother Cui's arrogance came from, and praised: "Senior Brother Cui's courage is hard to come by."
Cui Xiao waved his hand and said: "You focus on 'xinxing', and I focus on 'killing'. We are just taking different paths. There is no superior or inferior path. We can communicate and learn from each other frequently in the future."
He actually envied Junior Brother Chen's free-spirited nature, which was exactly what he lacked.
It's just envy and I won't imitate it.
Pulling out the iron long sword, Cui Xiao slowly took out the sword and explained: "The 'Three Rings of the Moon' uses defense as an offense. It pays attention to the 'ring' and the 'tao'. It is a killing move born out of Taoist swordsmanship."
"Three" refers generally to the specific number of rings that need to be adapted accordingly."
The iron sword rotated three times in a row and suddenly stabbed from bottom to top, which was extremely weird and sinister.
"Bang", a sword target twenty steps away exploded into fragments of wood chips.
Chen Mou's eyes shone, this move was good, he could see the invisible sword energy shooting out rapidly and stabbing several feet away.
Come out of the blue and win by surprise.
Cui Xiao also demonstrated two moves, "Blue Dragon Leaping Water" and "Lifting the Curtain and Hanging Beads", each with its own disguise characteristics. The moment it exploded, it was as powerful as thunder. It was the Taoist swordsmanship he learned from different fragments of secret manuals, which he felt was more suitable.
Junior Brother Chen, on the contrary, he doesn't use it very much.
Chen Mou knew the sword moves with sinister connotations in their agility easily and learned them quickly. He still had many ideas in his mind that he was eager to try. He spent the whole afternoon in the sword practice room.
He doesn't have much thought about fighting with others, as long as he can protect himself.
I will not offend others unless they offend me. If someone offends me, I must have means to punish them and kill them instead.
In the Qi refining stage, the power of spells is insufficient and is limited by the amount of mana in the body. Unless you are an old Qi refiner who has practiced for more than a hundred years, your mana is as deep as ordinary foundation building, and you can practice one or two basic spells to perfection.
, be unique.
Therefore, low-level monks still mainly use magic weapons to beat and chop each other.
Spells serve as a means of surprise and victory.
Just making a circle within three to five feet, swordsmanship has become a necessary skill for monks to travel home.
Therefore, the business of Lundaotang has been enduring for a long time.
When the get out of class bell rang, Chen Mou walked out of the sword practice room and said goodbye to Senior Brother Cui, who was standing on a high place under the sunset with his hands behind his hands. He could not imitate Senior Brother Cui's deep-seated arrogance, but he envied that guy's arrogant demeanor.
While walking on the crowded street, Chen Mou suddenly noticed something. He turned around and looked to the west, where he saw two unexpected acquaintances.
Wan Lin and Xue Biao, who had not seen each other for a long time, smiled and greeted him with their backs to the setting sun.
I heard once that Xue Biao failed to pass the examination and became an outer disciple of five sects. He was still an apprentice in the forging room of the Forging Pavilion.
After Chen Mou responded with his hands raised, he smiled and walked forward, asking: "You two are fine, are you still holding the hammer in the Forging Pavilion?"
Those back-and-forth intrigues and discords from back then have long since disappeared and will never be mentioned to each other again, but it is impossible for them to be friends because their temperaments are not compatible.
Wan Lin smiled a little bit and said: "I stopped doing it some time ago. Junior Brother Xue is still working in the blacksmithing room. He is young and energetic."
Xue Biaohan smiled and didn't say much. He was promoted to a blacksmith hammer.
Wan Lin was not good at learning and wasted two magic weapon embryos in succession, which angered the blacksmith master and ended up being compensated with spiritual stones and being fired. From now on, no weapon refiner shop in Danyangfang will use Wan Lin.
"Brother Chen, is there any way to get rich? Can you please help me?"
Wan Lin changed his name and looked at Junior Brother Chen, who was living a carefree life and had done business with Shopkeeper Hong for several months.
Some news was naturally revealed over time as Shopkeeper Hong left.
He and Xue Biao still haven't figured out how Chen Mou can forge magical weapons alone?
Master Zhong did not teach Chen Mou for long, and due to certain rules, it was impossible for Master Zhong to teach the secret method of forging magical weapons as an exception. It is possible to give a few pointers. As a casual cultivator, it is very difficult to master the secret method of forging. It must be
Gain self-realization.
But where do you get so many materials for practicing?
Given Chen Mou's forging skills and his close relationship with Shopkeeper Hong, why didn't he participate in the initial assessment of the outer disciples of the Forging Arms Pavilion?
The two of them were puzzled by all kinds of doubts.
Chen Mou smiled perfunctorily and said: "It's just a dawdling, there is no way to get rich."
Wan Lin knew he couldn't get the answer, so he changed his subject: "A few brothers and I occupied a stall at Xifang street stall. Brother Chen, are you interested in joining? In the future, in addition to selling materials and convenient treasures, we can also go out to hunt for treasures together.
With experience, there are many people who take care of each other, and we are also old acquaintances."
Chen Mouqian laughed a few times and said, "I hung out with some brothers from Dongfang, and they took good care of me. Thank you very much, Brother Wan, for your kindness."
He had always stayed away from invitations by such unfamiliar guys to go out on adventures to hunt for treasure. He didn't want to lose his life in a daze.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! With such a big city, who can find out whether what he said is true or false?
After chatting for a few words while standing, Chen Mou bowed his hands and said goodbye with a smile.
If you are not a fellow traveler, why should you feel uncomfortable and force yourself to go along with you?
Resolutely refuse from the beginning, without any ambiguity or procrastination.
Seeing Chen Mou disappearing into the crowd, Xue Biao found an excuse and left quickly. He didn't want to hang out with Wan Lin, who knew people but didn't know his heart. He was worried that he would be betrayed by Wan Lin, who had a strong desire to control.
Wan Lin spat angrily: "Villain!"
He cursed secretly in his heart, feeding an unfamiliar fat white-eyed wolf was wasting all his care that day.
Now he is in trouble and needs help, but he is ignoring him?
Chen Mou returned to the yard. Xu'er, who had been taught the rules by Ying'er for a day, still ran very fast and chirped: "Young master, you are back. Master Mo invites you to go to the family dinner in the evening. Sisters Ying'er and Han'er have already passed by.
Helping the cook, they left me at home waiting for you to come back."
Then she suddenly remembered what she should do and ran to the kitchen.
"Sir, please wait a moment, I'll fetch water."
Fengfenghuohuo fetched half a basin of water, put a towel on his arm, put it on the shelf, waited for the young master to wash his hands and face, poured out the water, raised his head, and smiled brightly and ingratiatingly.
Chen Mou said a simple word: "Let's go!"
Xu'er closed the courtyard door, shut up obediently, and followed the unsmiling young master step by step.
After knocking on the door of Mo Mansion, Chen Mou nodded to Dou'er who opened the door and saluted, and walked to the main room. Xu'er quickly followed Dou'er to the kitchen.
"Brother Mo, who are you...fighting with, or did you hit somewhere?"
Chen Mou walked into the main room and was surprised to see Mo Fu, who was drinking tea alone with bruises on his face.
Is being a spiritual husband so dangerous?
Mr. Mo is an outer disciple of the Danyang Sect, so he still needs to go shirtless and fight with others on the territory of Danyangfang?
He prefers that Mr. Mo drinks wine in Qianxiu Tower, gets jealous with others, and gets beaten.
He has long since stopped going to that smoky place.