A peerless figure who has killed countless people and provoked both the storm. Under the three-inch incorruptible tongue of He Sen, a withered soul and a ghost, what He Sen said was completely made up, simple things as much as possible to say profound, esoteric things as much as possible, in short, every word spit out of his mouth can make people think about it, and they can't figure it out.

It is precisely because of this that he can reflect his unfathomability and coax these two masters. In order to protect a little bit of face from others, Mo Tear laughed on the side from time to time. If he hadn't known it earlier, even he would have believed what the master said.

He Sen didn't know how long he spoke, and then he reluctantly stopped talking. He really couldn't make it up anymore, and almost said all the most esoteric words he had ever learned in his life, and at the moment he was poor in words, and he regretted a little bit in his heart why he didn't learn a little more culture from that dead scholar at that time.

The two of them, who were confused, pretended to be suddenly enlightened, nodded one after another, and echoed, "It's wonderful! ”

In fact, they are also very humble in their hearts. The other party's realm is really difficult for them to comprehend for a while, and they need to think carefully, but they are also people who have lived for half a lifetime, fully understand the importance of face, and they all hide that heart in the bottom of their hearts.

They actually understood, I don't even know what I'm talking about? It seems that these two people are the same as me, they are both laymen, He Sen instantly has a bottom in his heart, and it can be regarded as a fool to save face.

Mo Tear laughed sullenly on the side, he really couldn't bear to tear down the master's lies, once he broke it, it could be said that he would pull out the radish and bring out the mud, and the golden face of the three masters would disappear after the family, and he was not such an uninteresting person.

Leng Minyi looked at Mo Tear with an appreciative expression, and there was still a trace of jealousy in his eyes. Mo Tear instantly pretended to be casual, the other party is also a monster who lives more than a hundred years old, even if he mocks him in his heart, he can't let him see through it.

"Little brother, although the exercises you practice are very subtle, your swordsmanship lacks the most important thing, no matter how subtle and superb the sword moves you practice, as long as you lack that one thing, your swordsmanship is no different from street juggling, and it is useless. Leng Minyi said freely.

"What?" Mo Tear asked sincerely, "What is my swordsmanship missing?"

"Sword heart, the source of all things lies in the heart, the Buddha has the heart of the Buddha, the Taoist has the heart of the Tao, and the king has a strong heart. And the swordsman must have a sword heart, no sword in his heart, even if he has a peerless sword in his hand, he can't break a shot, he has a sword in his heart, even if he has no sword in his hand, he can condense ten thousand sword qi between breaths, and a sword can cut mountains, cut rivers, split the ground, and break the sky. This is the way of the great sword. All avenues are complex and simple. And your master, when you are the master of the sword, the original manic silence is far from being the same person as him, but it can be in you. I don't see the slightest shadow of him. Leng Minyi said happily, and from time to time he pointed to the wild ghost with a proud face, full of admiration.

"How can I cultivate Kenshin?" Mo Tear asked curiously, the comfort of this cheap pick up is really unreliable, and he can't teach and command blindly all day long.

Leng Minyi looked at He Sen, who was as calm as usual, He Sen nodded slowly, and after seeking agreement, he said indifferently, "It was a great honor to be able to see the manic silence of He Sen's predecessors back then, it can really be said that the term a sword is waved through the ages, and there are no sword dancers in ancient and modern times, and the few swords you used before are similar to the manic silence of He Sen's predecessors, but they are very different. But the only thing that is certain is that the pinnacle of practice will be simple, and the so-called sword heart is like this, there are no distracting thoughts in the heart, abandon foreign objects, hide the sword in the heart, and there will be a sword in the hand. If not, after all, he is just a layman, and it is difficult to enter the house. ”

Mo Tear respectfully thanked him, thinking that the master was still hidden, and the most powerful manic silence was almost said in the mouth of this old man who loves to brag and love to talk a lot.

Leng Minyi doesn't know why, there are a lot of words tonight, and it seems that he also wants to train and train this talent that can be created, "Practicing pure sword heart, it is easier said than done, some people have practiced swords for decades, and they practice Sanjiu in the following dog winter, and they don't know how to cut out tens of thousands of swords every day, but after all, they have distracting thoughts, and it is difficult to achieve something, some people don't know what a sword is, but they can hold it in their hands, and the sword heart is self-contained, and with a little practice, they can be crowned in the world, but how many such people can there be in the world? If you don't have talent, Nancheng kendo. ”

Mo Tear sneered and didn't answer, thinking that he was the extremely untalented person, but he didn't believe it, even if he couldn't practice the sword heart, with his own tempering, he could also practice to the transformation realm.

He Sen seemed to see through the thoughts of ink tears, for this fool he had long held out no hope for him to comprehend the sword heart, such an infatuated person, it is impossible to comprehend the sword avenue of the heartless heart, but because of this, because of his stupid energy, he decided to practice hard, hoping that he can be refined into steel, a thousand years, ten years, twenty years, thirty years...... He believed that sooner or later, this stupid apprentice would be unique in kendo and might even become the founder of a generation.

"The sword heart is difficult to practice, thinking of me, a fool, I have no chance in this life. As the saying goes, when you are just intentional, you just don't use it, isn't this another kind of sword heart?"

Leng Minyi Mo Sheng fell into deep thought. It stands to reason that Mo Tear should be happy, after all, this is the first time that the always harsh master has praised him, but he doesn't have the slightest excitement, because in his opinion, he is undoubtedly saying that he is stupid, and he has to find another way.

When debating Kenshin Kendo vigorously here, Da Xi Yaoshui and Lin Xiaomu looked bored, teasing and not being provoked on the side, but for the teasing of these two beauties, the always arrogant horse became very obedient, and wagged his tail and tilted his head to rub the breasts of the two of them. It's not like ink tears at all, it's full of spittle, and it's extremely embarrassing.

After about four or five days to the west, they finally walked out of the yellow desert, Leng Minyi and Mo Sheng were overjoyed, and took a deep breath of fresh air, as if they were in a different world.

After chatting a few words, they said goodbye one after another, and before leaving, Mo Tear finally knew that the masked man's nickname was Leng Miansheng, the owner of the dark web and the No. 1 killer of Tianzi, and almost everyone who had seen his face died, and the old man who was kind on the surface was nicknamed Ren Tu, and he probably killed a lot of people to get this title. At that time, these two nicknames were like thunder, black and white impermanence. But no one can be sure that these two people really exist, so their reputation was also suppressed by Lin Huarun, the god of war who did exist.

With the two of them gone, Mo Tear finally breathed a sigh of relief, there were such two terrible killers around him, no matter how careless people were, they couldn't ignore their existence.

"It's really uncomfortable to be scared!" Mo tearfully sighed, and then slapped the horse's buttocks, and ran away without provoking his legs, galloping westward.

The carriage sped across the prairie, two shallow ruts speeding by, splashing a few drops of muddy soil.

Another day has passed, and the noble medicinal food that I can't afford to provoke has already been eaten, and I have to refuse it in a big gulp at this moment, this weed, which was once regarded as a vulgar thing, may be accustomed to eating the delicacies of the mountains and seas, and occasionally have some green vegetables and radishes, which also has a unique flavor.

Mo Tear watched him chew on the tender grass like a wolf, and said without mockery, "I can't afford to provoke it, don't you think this weed is more delicious than your noble medicinal diet?" By the way, I eat some grains, which can damage your plump horse's hips and make it fatter, and it will have a texture when you shoot it." ”

I can't afford to stare at him fiercely, and the look in my eyes says it all. I don't want to deal with this stupid second thing, so I still lowered my head and ate the tender grass that was too delicious.

Da Xi Yaoshui and Lin Xiaomu want to look at the fool in ink tears, these days have been competing with a horse, it seems that if they win, they can glorify their ancestors, like a madman, talking to themselves, acting and directing, it really makes them cry and laugh, but this horse is really spiritual, it seems to really understand every word they say, and even sometimes the ink tears really provoke him, step up his hooves, show his big white teeth, just chase and bite, I'm afraid he is the first horse in history that can bite?

This has happened more than a dozen times along the way, and I have to do it all over again almost every day. Mo Tear did run fast, the wind under his feet, his body was like a demon, and he didn't suffer any big losses every time, so he directly attracted the neglect that he couldn't provoke, and it was estimated that it was trying to deal with a madman among fools.

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In a sea of flowers, colorful flowers are swaying in the wind, petals are flying all over the sky, and the fragrance of flowers is permeated all around, just like a fairyland on earth, which is very beautiful.

Suddenly, a figure broke out among the flowers, it was a woman, graceful and charming, tall and colorful, a logo melon seed face, a pair of danfeng eyebrows, wearing a pink light gauze, the chest is not big but just right, at first glance, it is simply a fairy.

But if you look closely, she looks extremely weird, with eight red tails floating behind her, fluffy and extremely vivid, ears slightly thinner than ordinary people but very pointed, and a fox's face looming between her eyebrows and eyes.

That's right, she is the fox clan, and the west end of the flower sea fantasy realm here, and this fox girl is the eight-tailed spirit fox Qiansang, who has a very high rank among the fox clan, second only to the fox fairy nine-tailed spirit fox Qiandai.

The fox clan respects those with more tails, don't look at the difference between Qiansang and Qiandai is only one fox tail, but there is a world of difference in strength and status, the more tails they have, the stronger the strength, and in the entire fox clan, it is not easy to cultivate into a tail, so so far, only nine fox girls have tails.

It is said that it is rumored that Qiandai Fox Fairy is sometimes the only woman in one of the fighting gods, but to say that the strength is the strongest of the four fighting gods, she was in retreat for 10,000 years in order to cultivate the nine tails, it is rumored that when he broke through, the sky changed suddenly, the sea of clouds rolled, and the thunder thundered into the sky, which was extremely terrifying.

It can be said that the strength of the current fox clan is not lost to the demon clan at all, they rely on one of the three desperate realms of the Flower Sea Fantasy Realm, and they will hardly be able to blow their hearts to resist the crazy attack of Wan Shenchen, who claims to be the head of the Three Emperors, and they have one to eight tails and eight fox girls who are known as fox saints, and when they have nothing to do, they also take the initiative to provoke and fill the self-righteous fool egg Wan Shenchen, and they can retreat safely every time, which makes Wan Shenchen like eating gunpowder every day, and he is like thunder and restless. Therefore, every time he reprimanded Shentu and Le Zheng Mingze, he didn't even have the confidence, so after so many years, on the surface, he was the head of the Three Emperors, but secretly Shentu Mingqi and Le Zheng Mingze didn't take him seriously at all.

In fact, the eight-tailed spirit fox Qiansang stood quietly in the sea of flowers, the petals in the sky revolved around him, and she quietly looked at a nine-section carving flying past in the sky, thoughtful.

And in the south, the Ink Tears carriage traveled here in extreme numbers, and after driving for such a long distance, there was still no scene like the Demon Lord said, he seemed to doubt that this group of so-called people who could not be provoked according to the map could lead him to find the land of the fox clan?

Just when I wanted to open my mouth to flirt and couldn't provoke it, I saw that there were tents in front of me, and there were dense patrols around me, and Mo Tear looked at their identities from the clothes at a glance.

What else can I do? I can't afford to provoke him! Naturally, I want to learn from his usual style of doing things and hide from him.

It's not stupid to be provoked, and when Mo Tear hasn't given an order, it hoists the horse's head and runs away. The ink tears that just wanted to be missed by the storage and transportation team were instantly helpless, this horse was really a good horse, and he escaped faster than himself. He cherishes such a special partner very much, and he will never lose his life in kung fu, and he has done it to the fullest in cherishing his life.

But Mo Tear wants to hide rather than escape, and there is a Celestial Clan camp in front of him, which means that this greedy horse is afraid of death to lead the way. After a lot of hard work, he finally persuaded the timid horse to believe that he would gamble with his life.