Muji's sword seems simple, but it is actually the essence of what he has learned throughout his life! The real swordsmanship is not so fancy, it lies in the perfect fusion of all internal forces!
No one in the Splendid Continent could block his sword, unless he retreated to avoid it, otherwise it would be unreasonable! Of course, after retreating, he had the upper hand, and there were countless follow-up moves waiting behind him.
With a 'choking' sound, the opponent did not retreat or even stand up. He was still leaning on the Grand Master's chair. Even though Muji had sharp eyesight, he could not see clearly where the opponent's sword came from? Where did it end?
The opponent didn't dodge or dodge, he just swung his sword at the same time as him, and then his sword was cut into two pieces! Not horizontally, but vertically! So now only the bare sword is left.
His alchemist's crown, the ribbon tied under his throat to secure it, was gently broken. He did not feel the sharpness of the sword energy, but only felt the two ribbons brushing against his neck, which made him feel a little itchy...
His body skills are already very fast, and his sword swings are even faster. He can swing the sword across without burning the incense! But even with such a fast sword, the opponent can control it all the way...
They are not on the same level at all! Just like a child wielding a wooden sword and rushing towards a warrior who has been killed for a long time!
His throat was crawling and a little dry. He didn't know what to say. He seemed embarrassed to say anything. It wasn't that he couldn't get off the stage, but that he didn't get on stage at all!
The Quanzhen Sect's sharpest sword is just a joke in front of others!
Mr. Lou picked up the tea cup and said in an old-fashioned manner, "Well, you have put in some effort! You can barely chop wood! Now that you know the scope of your abilities, you can tell your purpose!
Be careful, say what you should say, and don’t make excessive demands!”
Muji slowly bent down, wishing he could stick to the ground. This should not be the temperament of a swordsman. Death is one thing, integrity is another! But he didn't seem to mind this, and there was still a vague sense of humility.
A hint of joy.
"I, my mind is a little messed up. If you don't mind, I want to go back and think about it, and then come back to listen to it. By the way, I can make my request!"
Even Mr. Lou was surprised by his reaction. Think about it when you go back. How can a sword practitioner be so stupid?
So he calmly waved his hand and said, "Go ahead and think about it, think clearly, and don't waste my time next time you come!"
Muji kept retreating in a bowed posture, his head almost touching the ground. Miraculously, he retreated in an orderly manner without being tripped or bumped by the threshold. He just kept exiting the living room and continued to retreat until he exited the flower house gate!
Brother Niu looked very puzzled from the outside, but he had become a little accustomed to his master's magic, and the couple was often discussed in the family. I am afraid that this master is a prince of some great country who fell here?
He shook his head. With his level of intelligence, he really couldn't figure out what all this meant. As long as it was not a disaster, it would be fine. The flower farm has been doing well in the past two years. The master and his wife are also generous, and their income has increased several times compared with before.
Times, he doesn't want to change his current life, but he really has no idea in his heart, just because this master is completely unpredictable.
Mysterious and crazy.
He continued to work, harnessing carts and washing horses, and carrying fertilizer and firewood. He basically took care of all the outside work. The flower shop was full of women, and the only male was too lazy to do it.
Less than half an hour later, the sound of horse-drawn carriages came from the street again, and there were quite a few of them. Just from their appearance, they looked luxurious, something that other people would not dare to use even if they were rich!
As I watched the motorcade heading straight towards Xiaofan Flower Shop, my heart pounded, is this not over yet?
The convoy stopped far away and did not get closer. The drivers tightened their reins and did not dare to let the horses make any sound.
Six people came over, one of them was the middle-aged man who had just entered. He came outside the flower house and saluted Brother Niu respectfully.
"Excuse me, big brother, please inform us and other disgusting guests once again. If you offend the troublemaker, I will pay tribute to you later!"
Brother Niu jumped up in a hurry, his hands and feet were stuck, and there was nowhere to put his hands! Although he was not very clear-headed, he understood basic things. What the other party did was not ordinary etiquette, it was a real gift, and it was a gift for ordinary people. Treating those in power is the courtesy that younger people show to their elders. He has lived for decades, and these big shots don't even bother to look at low-level people like him. What's going on now?
He was not very good at answering, because he didn’t know what the appropriate answer was. In a hurry, he turned around and ran into the workshop, shouting:
"Sir, it's a disaster. You didn't even prepare a cup of tea for guests before, but now they're bringing people to settle your account!"
Mr. Lou shook his head and said helplessly: "Go and invite people in! So what if I don't want tea? In this universe, there are gods, Buddhas, demons and monsters everywhere. How many of them can afford to drink my tea?"
This voice was not deliberately lowered, and the martial arts practitioners had exceptionally clear ears and eyes. The three people outside heard it very clearly, but no one showed any abnormality, as if it was a matter of course.
Brother Niu led six people in, but did not dare to enter the hall. He only stood guard outside, holding a pole in his hand, hesitating in his heart. If something happened, he would go in to help, or turn around and tell the women in the stone circle to hurry up. Run away?
The six people entered the hall, but they were not too timid. Instead, they looked straight at him. As they watched, the six people slowly knelt down and fell to the ground. An old man in the middle burst into tears and took out a bottle from his arms while choking. The portrait, raised above the head, looks like the material is old, but the person in the painting has clear features and is lifelike!
It's Mr. Lou himself!
Sighing, the long history came to mind again. In Miaofeng Mountain, there were a few Taoists, a few prairie barbarians, and a scholar. I couldn't help but sigh,
"But I just gave you some advice, and unexpectedly I asked that nerd Munan to make it!"
The six people kneeling on the ground were shocked. What happened before their eyes was so real and yet so illusory. The ancestor from thousands of years ago, well, maybe he wasn’t an ancestor, but his mentor. , appeared in front of them suddenly!
It completely went against common sense, but they had no choice but to believe it!
Muji was trembling all over, and he didn't know whether it was excitement or joy. He knew the strength of the legendary figure in front of him best, but he didn't know what to call him.
Because Patriarch Munan clearly said that he was not able to become a disciple at the beginning, which was the biggest regret in his life. Although he founded the Quanzhen Sect, he lost a more important opportunity, and no one in the Splendid Continent had the opportunity to do so. Dare to mention the field.
I just listened to the person in the seat saying calmly: "I remember there was another Shi Bao? Was he also in the Quanzhen Sect later on?"
Muji suppressed the excitement in his heart, "Master Rongcheng, Shibao's lineage did not merge with Quanzhen Sect, nor did they follow the path of Taoism. Instead, they founded the grassland Tianhan lineage and became the most powerful force in the prairie. The golden blood of the daimyo!"
