Qin Mu was hung on the wall one after another, and landscape patterns appeared on the walls of Canlao Village. Only Granny Si's house did not have the pattern printed on it.
Before Qin Mu could rush over, he suddenly found that his energy was exhausted and he couldn't help but feel depressed.
Lost.
Ba Ti was defeated and completely defeated. Not only was his swordsmanship inferior to that of the village chief, but his vitality was also not as strong as that of the village chief. It seemed that he could only take on the title of Human Emperor.
The village chief looked gentle and said, "You can compete again after you regain your strength."
Qin Mu composed himself: "Okay!"
The village chief's face darkened, and he saw the cowherd boy running away, practicing his weird Three Pills of Overlord Body to restore his cultivation level.
"You are so ridiculous." The pharmacist came over and looked at Qin Mu's retreating figure and said.
The village chief was stunned: "Where is it?"
The pharmacist sneered and said: "Your sword technique is extremely draining of vitality. With the depth of your cultivation, you can use it twice or at most three times at the Five-Yao realm. How many times did you use it just now? Seven times, right?"
The village chief's expression was unbearable, and he said calmly: "My vitality is so powerful that you can't imagine it. I can control it four times, using the least amount of energy each time... But Mu'er's vitality is indeed powerful. I thought it would reach five.
My Yao realm is not much different from his Yuan Qi cultivation level, but unexpectedly..."
The pharmacist smiled and said: "Unexpectedly, he is like a big water tank, and you are just a bucket."
The village chief sighed, shook his head and said: "He can be more than twice as deep as me in the realm of spiritual fetus, but he can't be so much deeper in the realm of five rays. I don't have any shortcomings in the realm of five rays, but he... also
There are no shortcomings. You can see it, but don’t tell it.”
The pharmacist smiled and said: "With the same swordsmanship, he is no match for you. He has already been defeated. Why should I tell him? However, you just said that the Human Emperor only has heavy responsibilities and no benefits. It seems a little wrong, right?"
The village chief said lazily: "What good can it do? Why don't I know?"
The pharmacist's eyes flashed and he said: "I have heard some legends about the Human Emperor and the Human Emperor's Seal. The Human Emperor's Seal seems to be involved in many ancient inheritances, and some inheritances seem to be traced back to tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years ago.
Some holy places were founded by the Human Emperor, and it is said that the Human Emperor's seal is more effective than the emperor's jade seal."
The village chief said calmly: "That was a legend many years ago. Now the Human Emperor's Seal is just a black iron lump. Who would obey the orders of a black iron lump?"
The pharmacist smiled slightly and said: "There is a legend that once the human emperor's seal is released, he can command all the heroes in the world."
The village chief yawned and said lazily: "The Seal of the Human Emperor is right there with Mu'er. Let him take it out and show it off to see which sect will listen to him. It's a good thing if he doesn't get beaten to death."
The pharmacist said angrily: "You knew it was so dangerous, why did you give him the Human Emperor Seal?"
The village chief was no longer lazy, his eyes flashed with sword light, and he said solemnly: "This is a responsibility and a heavy burden. The burden was passed to my shoulders, but I couldn't bear it, so my hands and feet were cut off. But someone must take this burden.
Bear it, I cannot throw it down into the grave with you!"
"Some things need to be done even if they know they are dangerous!"
The village chief let out a breath and said: "If you do it, you may fail and lose your life, but there is always a glimmer of hope. If you don't do it, there will be no hope at all. The things that the emperors of the past generations have done are more than you can imagine.
Much more. Mu'er is very good."
The pharmacist said sympathetically: "I just feel sorry for Mu'er because you dragged me into your old ways. How can Mu'er defeat you?"
"He can't beat me."
There was a hint of pride in the village chief's tone: "With Jianlu Shanhe, he will never be able to defeat me. Although Jianlu Shanhe is composed of fourteen basic sword styles, after my polishing, there are no flaws. He wants to
Integrating the three basic sword styles of the National Master into my swordsmanship requires changes to the swordsmanship. Although his idea is good, his vision is not as high as mine. As long as he changes it, there will be flaws. The more changes he makes, the more he changes.
The more flaws there are.”
The pharmacist was stunned, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and looked at Qin Mu who was running away, his heart full of sympathy.
"However, he can use my hands to sharpen his sword skills."
The village chief smiled and said: "The more he modified the move of Jianlu Shanhe, the deeper his understanding of the sword became. The deeper he understood it, the more he could escape from swordsmanship and swordsmanship, and become closer to the Tao. If his understanding of the sword is as good as
When you reach the level of Tao, it doesn't matter whether the basic sword style has fourteen moves or seventeen moves."
"Learning swordsmanship and using swordsmanship are only the realm of art. Art is about applying what you have learned. If you want to be promoted to Dharma, you need to create it. Yankang Guoshi is at this stage. Creation is the realm of Dharma. And to go one step further, throw away
Opening up Dharma and techniques is the realm of Tao."
The village chief said: "Mu'er is now between art and magic. He uses my hands to polish his sword skills, which can improve himself more than me teaching him sword skills."
After a long time, Qin Mu's cultivation level returned to its peak state, but he did not come directly to find the village chief. Instead, he sat down silently, meditated, and tried to make his swordsmanship perfect without any flaws.
How to integrate the three basic sword styles of the National Master into the sword and footwork without leaving any flaws, this is what he wants to do.
If you use the village chief's sword skills to defeat the village chief, you will definitely not be able to defeat him, but if you improve it, there is still hope of winning.
He meditated carefully, and the various sword moves in his mind were disrupted, then reorganized, and then he fought with the imaginary village chief with sword skills in his mind.
However, every confrontation resulted in defeat.
He simulated battles one after another in his mind, but no matter how much he improved, he could never change the outcome of defeat.
After an unknown amount of time, Qin Mu was in high spirits and stood up. During the brainstorming, he had defeated the village chief with a new sword technique. He immediately rushed out and said: "Village Chief, do it again!"
The village chief smiled and said: "Okay."
Qin Mu roared over and displayed his improved swordsmanship. Then Qin Mu flew high into the sky, scattering a series of blood flowers in mid-air, and fell into the chicken coop.
More than a dozen Jipo Dragons clattered and screamed, killing each other fiercely. Qin Mu quickly jumped into the air, and the dozen or so Jipo Dragons also fluttered their wings and flew towards him. Their wings were like swords and they breathed fire dragons from their mouths to kill him.
Mountains and rivers collapsed in mid-air, just like the long river in the Cangshan Mountains submerged more than a dozen Jipo Dragons. After one move, more than a dozen naked Jipo Dragons fell from the sky, and their feathers flew and fluttered all over the sky.
Qin Mu fell to the ground and couldn't help but be stunned.
The dozen or so chicken dragons clucked and crawled into the chicken coop, closing the wood door and not daring to show their heads.
"Cock-clack!" the old hen cried with a strong voice.
Qin Mu waved his hand, and several traces of sword energy appeared on the wood door of the chicken coop.
There was a panic in the chicken pen.
Qin Mu was stunned and looked at his hands. When did he become so powerful?
"Mu'er is so majestic, he can finally beat the chicken!" the lame man praised.
Qin Mu's face turned slightly red, and he continued to study with great concentration. Suddenly, the mute threw a sword pill over and gestured: "Aba! Aba! Ahhh!"
Qin Mu thanked the mute. The mute meant that he had just made a sword pill and would give it a try.
He held the sword pill tightly, and his vitality rushed into the sword pill. Suddenly, countless sword lights flew out of the sword pill. It was the light of the sword, which seemed to have no substance. It could be twisted at will, and was as agile as his vitality!
Qin Mu held the sword pill and punched it out. The sword light in the sword pill immediately turned into a giant dragon and roared out in the small village!
Qin Mu was startled, and the village chief was also startled, and glared at the mute.
Qin Mu withdrew his fist, his mind moved slightly, and he felt that the sword pill he was holding tightly in his hand seemed to melt. He tightened his grip, and the sword light turned into a giant hammer. He hit it with great force.
A big hole was made in the ground.
Qin Mu jumped up, and the sword light appeared, and the sun shone on thousands of waves in the East China Sea. The sword light was like thousands of waves, and the sun soared into the sky.
Immediately after the sword technique, the sword light turned into a large pen like a rafter, and it was swung in the air, drawing a picture of a dragon. The dragon soared and transformed into a four-foot-long spear. Qin Mu held the gun in the air and walked away, heading straight for Huanglong.
The village chief's eyes twitched wildly and he looked at the mute with an evil look.
The mute hurriedly hid in the blacksmith shop, not daring to show his face.
The spear disappeared in mid-air and was replaced by countless sword lights. The sword lights turned into vast mountains and rivers in an instant.
Swords and mountains and rivers!
Qin Mu landed, feeling surprised and happy in his heart. The sword pill forged by the mute was really what he wanted. It should be made by refining the gold and iron energy from the black iron and black gold, taking its energy and discarding its shape.
Although this sword pill is a sword pill, it can be transformed into many forms, and it can display all his boxing, Tao, and sword techniques without any hindrance.
The dumb forging skills are almost Taoist!
Qin Mu put away the sword pill and did not use it to challenge the village chief. The mute poked his head out of the blacksmith shop, made two gestures, and wiped one on his neck, meaning that with this sword pill, he could definitely kill five people.
Kill the village chief in the Yao realm.
The village chief was angry, with wrinkles trembling on his face. If Qin Mu really used the sword pill, the power of the sword would increase dramatically, and he might really be able to defeat him.
Qin Mu shook his head and said: "Grandpa Mute, the village chief didn't use weapons, and I can't use them either, otherwise he won't be convinced of his defeat."
The mute rolled his eyes, looking like he was hopeless.
Qin Mu continued to study hard and modify his sword, but the result of every collision was the same.
Every time he failed, he gained new insights and made his swordsmanship more and more perfect. However, every time he improved, he failed.
Finally, after the last failure, Qin Mu found that he could no longer improve this move.
His vision and knowledge can no longer be improved.
Qin Mu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly woke up and used a move in the sunset sword technique. The sunset surged into the river. His sword technique was like a surging river. A red sun was half sinking in the middle of the river, and countless sword lights burst out in the red sun.
He had only practiced this move once or twice, but the power it displayed was astonishing, as if he had been immersed in this move for a hundred years.
Qin Mu was impressed and bowed down to the village chief as a disciple.
The village chief smiled and said: "Get up, there are not so many rules. I have taught you several other moves in Jiantu these days. With your current attainments, it shouldn't be difficult to learn... You are a mute, a bad guy, and you still have the nerve to come out and congratulate me."