When Mo Tear woke up, it was already three days later in the evening, Lin Xiaomu, Gou Jian and Da Xi Yaoshui were all very excited, and a hanging heart finally landed.

When they woke up at this moment, they didn't have too many words, with their life and death relationship, too many words would only seem raw, they all smiled at each other, and then fell asleep happily.

In the past three days, Lin Xiaomu was the most tired, how did she basically sleep, she has been by Mo Tear's side, she always believed that he would wake up, she still had a lot of things to say to him, but when he woke up, all these words turned into a very touching smile.

Of course, Da Xi Yaoshui and Gou Jian are also very tired these days, in addition to their luck to heal their injuries, they are vigilant all the time, this is a huge forest, who knows, what danger will be here?

At this moment, they slept very deeply and fragrantly, only Mo Tear opened his eyes at this time, quietly looking at this long-lost lover and partner, and suddenly sighed.

Unconsciously, he and Lin Xiaomu and Gou Jian have been familiar with each other for more than three years, although three years is not a long time, but it can be regarded as having experienced ups and downs and experienced vicissitudes.

Looking back on the past three years, he found that he had achieved nothing, and he would always bring danger to the people around him, and he had never given them any safety, despite this, these two people still followed him regardless of life and death, and every time he thought of this, he blamed himself deeply.

He blamed himself for not having the strength, let alone the ability to protect them, he hated himself now, and at the same time realized that only by surpassing the strength of others can he protect what he wants to protect, protect the people he protects, otherwise, all of this is just a hidden cloud in front of his eyes, and it may dissipate and leave at any time.

He knew better that he was not a genius, nor did he have any grand ambitions, and even the motivation for surviving before was all hatred, and there was no specific goal.

After the previous battle, he fully realized that the laws of this world are written by the strong, and the weak only surrender, but he has never been a person who is willing to surrender, not to mention that he still has the person he wants to protect the most in his heart, he can only force himself to become stronger.

If you want to change the rules, you must first adapt to the rules, no matter how ridiculous, how barbaric and domineering, how bloody and brutal the previous rule is, but when you can't change it, you must first adapt to it.

"I'm going to be strong, I'm going to protect everything I want to protect. Mo Tear shouted loudly in his heart, roaring desperately, but he didn't have the slightest confidence in his heart.

He had never been afraid of death before, but he didn't want to die until he reached his goal, and it was the same now.

He had never had it before. wants to become a real strong man, but this idea has been deeply rooted in his heart, because only by becoming strong can he not drift with the wind in the tide of this world, and can he protect others in this treacherous environment.

But he knows very well that the journey of cultivation is extremely difficult, and he also deeply understands the truth that if you want to be fast, you can't reach it, and if you want to become stronger, it will not happen overnight, but if you want to become stronger quickly, at least you will be beaten passively when you encounter a real enemy.

He doesn't have any definition of the so-called strong person, because along the way, the people he has met are all higher than his cultivation, and he is not half a star behind them, and everyone can play him and applaud him.

He smiled bitterly, looked up at the starless and moonless sky, and was in a daze for a long time.

After a long time, he slowly stood up, looked at them who were already asleep, and walked forward slowly, but he did not dare to go far because there was still a crisis here.

"The sword comes. Ink Tears whispered.

And at this moment, between the canyons, in the big tent, Le Zheng Mingze still looked like he was sleeping but not sleeping, and on the sword rack next to him, the blood-killing heavy sword shook slightly, and he rushed out of the big tent and flew to the north like lightning.

Le Zheng Mingze slowly opened his eyes, skimmed the empty sword frame, smiled deeply at the corner of his mouth, and said to himself, "Ye Fan, you are really powerful." Go ahead, let me see what you want to do with only a trace of your soul?"

As soon as Mo Tear stretched out his hand, a black and red light suddenly slashed into his palm, and with a hard grip, the light disappeared, and the blood-killing heavy sword flew back into his hand.

Mo Tear threw the sword forward at will, and the blood-killing heavy sword stood smoothly in the soil, the hilt of the sword soaring to the sky, upright and not crooked.

"Master. Ink Tears called quietly.

A white light suddenly floated out, condensing into a human form, and after he slowly opened his eyes, he complained loudly, "Don't throw your sword around in the future, you know?"

Mo Tear didn't ask why, he hummed casually, and said gently, "I want to become stronger, the sooner the better, do you have a way?"

He Sen looked at his amazing changes at the moment, his serious appearance, and he still felt a burst of amusement in his heart. A few swordsmanship techniques handed over to him dozens of days ago, but he still hasn't learned them? Now he suddenly said that he wanted to become stronger, but he really didn't learn to walk, so he wanted to learn to run.

But He Senzhong didn't say it directly, after all, he didn't have the qualifications to say this, if he was under the same cultivation, he knew very well that he would never be the opponent of this little monster, but this little monster's talent was too poor, it could be said that it was more rotten wood than rotten wood, and it was about to rot into slag, for having such an apprentice, she didn't know whether to be happy or sad, as for how to teach him well, he didn't think of the slightest way.

He is not in a very good mood at the moment, you must know that in the past three days, he has lived in fear, he can deeply feel the invisible oppression outside in the sword, if it wasn't for his own good hiding, I'm afraid it would have been discovered long ago.

But at this moment, it can be regarded as an escape from death, even if the mood is too bad, it will not be annoyed and angry, he glanced at Mo Tear casually, and said lightly, "Show me the sword technique I handed over to you a few days ago." ”

Mo Tear did not hesitate, raised the sword and danced wildly, each sword was full of momentum, only to see a sword light flickering in the dark night, flowing clouds and water, just with softness, soft with charm, in a moment, the hand stopped and the sword fell, in one go.

He Sen was stunned, looking at him with a confused expression, is this still the same person?

In fact, He Sen didn't know that in the past few days, he had been dreaming and wielding a few tricks, so he would be proficient.

When He Sen came back to his senses in surprise, he nodded with satisfaction and smiled lightly, "Not bad, good dancing." ”

Mo Tear did not hesitate, and said bluntly, "The tricks you taught me are completely useless, and there is nothing else to teach me." ”

He actually said that my few moves were useless, He Sen was angry, and said loudly, "Why is it useless, although these are just introductory moves, but compared to other sword moves, I don't know how much mysterious?"

Mo Tear said honestly, "A few days ago, when I was fighting that dead fat man, you taught me these things, and I couldn't use them at all. ”

He Sen's expression instantly became very strange, and he looked extremely helpless, and shouted loudly in his heart, "Yes, you are in front of that person, I am really useless." Sure enough, it's a fool, and you don't look at who the other party is. How big is the gap between you and him? A pig with fangs can't hurt a tiger. ”

He Sen calmed down a little, thinking that if he continued like this, he would have to be scattered by this stupid boy's soul, and he didn't want to be like him, so he smiled bitterly, and said slowly, "That person is much stronger than you, of course you can't do it in front of him, but it doesn't prove that what I taught you is useless, not to mention that it's just a beginner now, and what you learn below is the essence." ”

Mo Tear suddenly became interested, felt that the sentence he just said was indeed biased, smiled, and asked hippiely, "What essence?"

He Sen touched his throat, coughed twice, as if he was about to announce a big matter, and said solemnly, "I want to teach you, ask the Heavenly Sword Technique, this sword was created by the teacher, and there are nine in total." ”

"Oh. Mo Tear replied weakly, originally full of yearning, but after hearing that it was created by him, his heart was half cold, thinking that the master himself could be killed by a sword, presumably the sword trick he created. No matter how deep it is, it won't go as deep as you.

He Sen looked at him like this, and instantly became angry, and said loudly, "What kind of expression do you have?

Ink Tears immediately replied, "No, no. How dare I look down on you! How long have you lived? How long have I lived, you are both my elder and my master, how can I look down on you? You are the most powerful person in my mind. ”

He Sen listened to his flamboyant tongue full of nonsense, and his heart was still angry, you think he heard the sound of the strings from this sentence, simply put, his own ghost is not gone.

In fact, Mo Tear doesn't mean this, Mo Tear just sincerely admires his strong desire to survive, even if the body dies, the soul is still immortal, this is one of the things you and her admire recently, and it is also one of the reasons why he is the most powerful.

"Stinky boy, I don't talk to you crookedly, if you talk to the teacher like this, you have to be angry with the teacher, just say it directly, do you want to learn or not?" He Sen said.

"Learn, of course. Ink Tears looked innocent and confused. I don't know how I got angry with him, but at the moment, these things don't matter, the important thing is to improve the strength, the so-called skills are not pressing, although he doesn't know what kind of trick the Heavenly Sword Technique is?

Seeing that he answered so decisively, the anger in his heart also disappeared a little, in fact, he was not really angry, specifically, it was an extremely helpless emotion that he wanted to cry and couldn't laugh.

"Listen to the stinky boy, ask the heavenly sword trick, there are nine folds, pay attention to the unity of the heart and sword, there is no distraction outside, if you practice to the realm, you can see that you can move at will, not confined to any form, this is the highest state of swordsmanship. ”

Mo Tear felt quite reasonable when he heard it, and nodded slightly.

He Sen continued to open his mouth and said, "I want to be a teacher back then..."

As soon as He Sendu said this, Mo Tear immediately interjected, "Master, I know that you used to be very powerful, you don't need to say more about this, hurry up and teach me!"

He Sen looked like he couldn't cry or laugh again, maybe that's it, when people get old, they will always sigh about the past, and they must find an audience, once they are interrupted, they will not like it.

"Stinky boy, in the future, before the teacher's words are finished, you can't interject, understand?" He Sen said angrily.

Mo Tear nodded slightly, and then, He Sen insisted on telling his former sword history from beginning to end, and Mo Tear didn't dare to interject, and listened carefully.

After He Sen finished speaking for a long time, Mo Tear looked at him with wide eyes and did not speak.

He Sen asked with a confused expression, "Why don't you speak?"

"Didn't you say you wouldn't let me interject? I'm waiting for you to finish. Mo Tear said calmly.

How could I have such an apprentice......

"I'm done, you can talk. He Sen said.

"Awesome, Master, awesome. Mo said lightly.

He Sen wanted a mocking tone no matter how he listened, and he was really helpless in his heart, and there was no way to take this stinky boy, so he had to return to the topic, slowly handed over the Wentian Sword Technique to him, and danced again from beginning to end, and finally waved his hand angrily, and rushed into the sword, and he was angry for no reason in his heart.

Throughout the night, Mo Tear slowly comprehended the Heavenly Sword Technique.